the Rift


[OPEN] if only i could stop dreaming and start believing

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
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You're all that still matters


Rebirth rolled around in the corner, slower this year, but what was she to know about the pace of Birdsong? One had been embedded in the night, the other was lost because the emotions that haunt that time space are ugly like the face of hateful creatures she won't give names away to. Rains taunted every horizon in the Dragon's Throat and turned away her hunger when she refused to neglect herself this year.
The embarrassment that came with being skinny throughout almost all of the last year was deadly now. She was a pawn of her herd, and her overall state gave away the conditions within. Every herd has their own, and in what still bothers her to this day, the mare wastes no time in enjoying the sounds of her hooves clicking over stone when she leaves home.
Mud coats the portions of her barrel, caking around her legs and blending into the colours of her tail by the time she's gotten to the Grove. Song birds sing to their hearts' content in the trees. With them, she's learned to let her guard go, to allow them to take her fears and nervous ways away so that she can simply breathe without stress. Birds cared for one another, but for those unlike them, there is no hope. Pegasi didn't follow the instincts of her relatives at least. Sikeax had found warm hearts in those about her with wings, and even grew to envy them over their wings. She was desperate to fly and touch the sky, but as the water captured in the lake hits her chest, it's a face-first slam into a brick wall that knocks all the breath from tired lungs.
Damn, that's cold.
Gasping while all of her nerves screech in surprise, she pushes herself deep into the depths of the lakes. Underneath, her legs churn the frozen liquid and relieve themselves of the weight of mud. No ice lingers atop the surface, much to the champagne's disbelief and annoyance(it was cold enough for there to be ice), but the first bath since Orangemoon where she is alone to nothing but the birds and her thoughts/murderers is welcomed in the feeling of knowing she could finally rectify herself from the darkness.

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robb stark

@[Kipling]


you were angels,
so much more than everything

:: please tag me
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The call of the mountains in Birdsong could only be resisted for so long. They beckoned each morning through the pinkish misty dawn, promising epic adventures to be had beyond their jagged peaks.

Kipling knew it was still too early to cross them, but he could not stop himself from following the foothills along towards the point where the sun rose each day. The woods he had arrived in bordered him on one side, and the slopes steered him from the other. His molting coat was itchy and already too warm even this early in the season, and he stopped frequently to itch against the rough bark of the trees, leaving behind tell-tale clumps of loose fur.

He wandered like that for some time, casting his thoughts about for some hospitable resting spot. Fanciful plans of ways to ingratiate himself into the Hidden Falls herd occupied most of his thoughts. More than anything, he felt like it was important to prove himself worthy of their home. It had proved harder than he had initially expected: in a land of gods and legends and magic and immortality, it was difficult for a nomadic colt of no social status to make a name for himself. He resolved that he would have to make himself even more spectacular, accomplish things they would never even dream about, to win their love and respect. Ideas of how exactly he could do that consumed most of his thoughts as he strolled along.

Eventually, the mountains gave way to a private copse in the woods. The ground softened beneath Kipling's hooves, and a modest pool of water emerged before him. He looked thoughtfully at the dark mud of the earth for a moment and remembered his uncomfortable coat. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees and rolled onto his back, vigorously thrashing and flinging dirt all over himself as he finally soothed the infernal itch.

Kipling leapt up to the sound of moving water. He turned abruptly to face the pool and immediately saw the distinct figure of a sharp blue horn wading above the surface. On closer inspection, he noticed that it rose from the head of a horse like himself.

Another unicorn! This was so exciting!

Kipling whinnied a shrill greeting out over the water, his voice trilling with excitement. "Hello! What are you doing here?" He moved to the water's edge and poked a front hoof into the surface, but the cold made him shriek and leap backwards immediately. "That's freezing! Aren't you freezing?"

OOC: @[Sikeax] Sorry I'm the slowest!
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
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You're all that still matters

The pleasure of silence in the lack of calls as of her own species and the bursting sensation fire igniting her nerves was a wakeup call altogether. Bathing had gone well after some slow minutes(or were they hours?) even so that sleep was an idea that crossed her mind. Indulgening in naps was a pastime she had lacked the chances to partake in recently. Sleep was not heavy in her eyes but resting was appe-
Something loud ruins the moment. Instinct leaves her to explode in fright and surprise whilst pedaling her legs through the water, searching for escape routes in blind panic as of being discovered at vulnerability. It was not that she was easily scared, it was more of that loud noises struck horror and made her heart leap into her throat when they rose from grace like a bad note in an orchestra concert.
The freezing temperatures add nothing to her state, and while her reaction could be a treat to the bystander whom generated an awful noise, it was no walk in the park for her. Scrambling onto mud and sliding backwards, she dons her legs with mud as they had been before. There goes my bath.
She shakes, regaining her nerves and blinks only to see, low and behold, a colt. He's lanky and odd, never a surprise since all males seemed that way up until a certain point. He roars about how it's freezing in the water, and while she has no snarky comments to snap at him with, it seems almost nessecary.
"It's very cold, but even colder outside of it when you're wet." Her teeth chatter through her speech, shivering with water droplets showering when she gets herself under control enough to shake away the excess. "Do you not know better than to give some sort of warning before doing that?" She means no harm through her words, attempting to coax out any anger that may subside within them.

OOC: That's fine! I am a bit too. xD

robb stark

@[Kipling]


you were angels,
so much more than everything

:: please tag me
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The bathing creature’s explosion stuns Kipling into rare stillness. There is much splashing and scampering, all of which the colt watches motionlessly. His golden eyes widen with curiosity. What an odd reaction to a simple greeting!

The other one slips on the slick embankment, and perhaps a more chivalrous steed would have offered some assistance, but social graces were almost entirely lost on Kipling. They extricate themselves from the water unaided, and the colt finally sees the whole body of this horned one. Drenched as they are, it is hard to discern their color – something vaguely cream-ish – but the shock of icy blue of the horn and eyes remain unmistakeable. Despite the circumstances, the animal is pretty, in an accessible way that does not intimidate the colt.

They shake. Water droplets fly, and a few sprinkle his ruddy coat. At this, Kipling finally unglues himself from his frozen position. All he does is tilt his head curiously, flicking his ears thoughtfully in their direction. While he has nearly reached the conclusion without the clue provided by speech, her voice at last reveals her gender to be mare. She complains of the cold and he nods, commiserating in a feable attempt at empathy. “I’m sure it is! Why don’t you dry off, then?” He speaks matter-of-factly and offers no suggestions on how she might do this. He hasn’t thought that far ahead at this point. Besides, that is her problem, not his. “Why would you go in there in the first place?”

The somewhat accusatory tone of the mare’s second remark goes well over Kipling’s head, and he interprets it at a purely semantic level. Did he know better? “Nope,” He responds, his voice a shrug. “How do you say hello when you see someone?” The question is genuine, not meant to poke fun.

Oh, how he is so very full of questions.

OOC: @[Sikeax]
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