the Rift


[OPEN] She's a nightmare dressed as a daydream
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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
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Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#1


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


It was a dangerous sort of delight that flooded through Gaucho's veins as he departed with Ampere towards the Island. The danger was in the anticipation and excitement that he felt, and the complete lack of guilt.

Nothing hindered his thoughts. On previous trips to the Island, during patrols, speed had been an issue. Serenity had taken her sweet time, and Sikeax was unable to match his speed simply because she lacked the mechanism to do so (that is, she lacked wings). But Gaucho knew that even before their hooves left the sand that this wouldn't be a problem. Not with Ampere. She was fast. Like blue lightning her body streaked through the sky - he had seen it on many occasions. Quite possibly she was faster than he, even very likely. She was not built delicately like Sohalia was; her body was hardened by muscle, experience and raw sexuality. She utilized every ounce of her body as the WildFire was also want to do. Their bodies complimented each other easily, naturally in this regard. Both were marred by a combination of magic and splashes of colour, both were rugged and perfectly chiselled and conditioned for a singular purpose: survival. The WildFire knew nothing of Ampere's past, and nothing about this bothered him. Whatever had crafted her into the creature she was now was insignificant. She simply was, and the way that she was came easily to him.

Dangerously easily.

These thoughts did not linger in Gaucho's mind - he did not mull them over, weighing the consequences of potential situations that he and the Blue might find themselves in . They were simply the culmination of what he felt when he looked at her. He certainly couldn't put into words what it was he felt towards her, but really, when can we ever? Certain whimsical or poetic phrases might come close, but never do they truly capture the burning rush that accompanies a sultry glance, or the sudden wave of desire that rises between two bodies that only very nearly touch. Those moments are simply too physical to be articulated.

Fire flooded from beneath Gaucho's wings, creating pockets of warmth that aided in lifting his massive frame through the air. Although the air was brisk, the WildFire hardly noticed. His thoughts were on reaching the Island.

And racing Ampere all the way there.




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#2
From Helovia she fled in a halo of angst and despair, frightened from the shadows like a scurrying rat from the jowls of a slavering dog. It had been a whirlwind of terror and dark, dark fear, the kind of which besmirched the soul and tainted the purest of hearts; a primitive dread which drove mother and father, all of which she held dear, from her mind as she ran. Perhaps it had been black magic, or nefarious sorcery, or the will of the gods; or maybe, it had been a mundane thing, a mere glow of the eyes in the dark that frightened her so. Whatever it had been, she did not know; but she dared not tempt it, for she quaked at the very thought of it's gaze turning back to her. Evil! What an ungodly thing it was, like the blood of children pooling out on the floor and the coiled viper curled, hidden, in the cowboy's boot. And she, the shining sword against the darkness — well, she should've been — had been swallowed by the shadows and devoured in full, fragile bones snapping beneath the pressure.

It shamed her, the weakness of her ill-fated heart, but that great twilight was in the past. When she escaped it's embrace, it's crushing love — henceforth disappearing into the wilds outside of Helovia — she had grown in ways she never would've suspected. Suddenly, her alabaster wings and voltaic eyes and warm smile did not seem so judiciously out-of-place, so unwarranted upon a child's face; without the pressure of her parents' legendary titles upon her, Zenobia bloomed, flourished into what she was meant to be all along: Zenobia.

Only a few weeks ago she had taken the plunge, forcing herself once again into the relative chaos of her old homeland, heart fluttering (a caged bird) inside her chest; mouth sour with dread, she cut through the Threshold, a virgin arrow singing straight to the Throat... only to be distracted. For there, grown among the great behemoth column of downy clouds and blue skies, was a chunk of earth sewn into the ether, glorious representation of the marvelous unknown; and how could she, exemplary bright-eyed youth, be able to resist the temptation of exploring? Not at all, of course; and so with a twitch of her primaries and a gentle lean to her right, the juvenile began to make her way to the corporeal thing that lurked among the incandescent water droplets. Mama and papa would have to wait awhile longer — though they had waited so long already, a small and doubtful little part of her wondered if they thought her gone and dead.

Except the fates had dictated today she would soon be seeing her dearest distant father.

At first, she did not see him; it was a prickling along her spine, the faint stirring of unease within the cavity of her chest that warned her to the imminent presence of her sire. It was not unlike dread, or fear, this peculiar sensation; but she, Amazonian, crushed such feelings with a pompous rage and thus eradicated any vestiges of terror. She would no longer be a vassal to her nerves — that she had learned on her trip away from mama and papa, and she was determined to keep those lessons in mind. Secondly, it was the scent; a rich aroma, like warm fire and crackling desert heat, totally indescribable and yet familiar, that drew her, allowed her to hone in on her dad; and then it was his strong and stern silhouette, all hard angles and sharp points.

Gaucho.
Papa.

Cradled by the wind, she drifts towards him, warrior daughter with wings cupped, nostrils quivering wide as she tries to decipher reality from the foolish cravings of a tawdry mind.

And then, as she approaches, she calls out, voice startlingly snappy like the crack of a whip, almost accusatory: "Father!"
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#3
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


He was close. Ampere was extremely aware of this single detail as she flew alongside Gaucho, bathed in the orange glow of his flame touched wings. The hue contrasted heavily with her cooler colors, like the unspoken differences between the two of them; the thunderstorm dancing with the Wildfire. For all their unsymmetrical traits though, were they not also aligned, working and acting cohesive and same? Their thoughts channeled along a similar path more often than not, both wrapped up in the sexual cravings of their physical body, undoubtedly attracted to one another with a raw, illogical force, a magnetism that sung in their bones. Their minds, they quivered like a honed sword, thrust towards any threat unforgivingly, sharp, but simple in their drive.

Ampere exhaled heavily, twisting through her plume of dragon's breath as she rolled on her wings, trying to get ahead of the bay stallion with a burst of speed. Though her wings carried out the cue, the quickness manifested from her heart, its race long since begun in her throat since their departure from the sands. In part Ampere was worried for their venture to the islands, troubled by the darkness that she suspected rooted on the strange sky edifice. More so, she was want to worry over her partner, whom seemed to easily disregard the limitations of his mortal shell. Could she save him if he would not save himself?

More importantly, could he save her?

It was the first time in a long time that they were truly alone together. The realization brought back memories of the cold night, an endless night, trapped in a cave alongside the flaming beast. He had warmed her, briefly, but she could never forget the dread that flooded her veins like ice upon watching a serpent slither from the darkness and onto his antlers. He is bonded her soul had wept in rage; her heart had folded in, like a flower that had finished blooming.

It had been cold that night, as it was on this day, yet only the lively hum of warmth jostled inside of her whenever she looked at him.
It burned her with a shame that she could not describe, nor escape.


A voice cuts across Ampere suddenly then, her head jerking around, electric gaze startling bright and clear as it strikes Zenobia. The word leaves a mark on Ampere's thoughts, the force of it scattering them like wind. She snorts, pushing heavily on her wings once more, intent to outfly the both of them. So much for their privacy, though perhaps that was for the best. Another day to bury her true feelings with mud, hoping one day they'd prove to be lies.

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
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Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#4


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.


The blue pulled ahead, and Gaucho let her. Partially it was to make her feel confident, strong, fast (not that she wasn't all of these things already), partially it was to watch her fly ahead. How he loved this view. His gaze rested easily upon her shoulders, where her wings connected. He could see the muscles beneath clench and release with a tantalizing grace, and found himself breathing in a heavy rhythm with the pulse. Not lingering there for long, his gaze swept backwards along the curve of her spine, to where dark blue-striped feathers nestled at the base of her tail. The sway of the hair and feathers distracted him each time his eyes try to peer into the darkness between her thighs, though it did not prevent his heart from racing, and quiet squeals from leaving his dark lips.

They would land and they would find the darkness that had taken over the Island, or they would find something else to do. They would --

Father?

Gaucho's stormy gaze snapped away from the alluring hind end of Ampere, and towards the sound of the voice. Flame-tipped wings fanned outwards slightly as his shoulders titled backwards slowing his flight. His daughter had grown considerably - she was no longer the lanky filly who frolicked through the sands. She bore some of the primitive markings that he did, but none of the fire (as did her new brothers). She resembled Sohalia in many ways, from the pale colour that covered much of her body, to her lithe features. Still, she was clearly a child of the WildFire.

For a moment the dun noticed the crackle of electricity in the air - that the two females with him now both possessed the same strain of magic, but the thought passed quickly. Instead Gaucho's thoughts turned to the caves, and Sohalia's shrieks when it became obvious that their daughter had disappeared. Where had she gone? This question, like her static in the air, was quickly dismissed: it didn't matter to the WildFire. Not because he didn't care for his offspring, but because she was clearly alright. Wherever she had gone, and for whatever reasons, she was here now.

"Zeno." He responded, voice rumbly and deep. "Island not safe." He advised almost immediately, nodding his antlered skull towards where the Island was beginning to burst through the clouds. "Sun God warn Throat of darkness. Gaucho and Ampere go to scout." He offered by way of explanation, as if the child was somehow entitled to one; as if she might wonder why he was not here with her mother.

"Go to Throat. Find your Mother." He said, the finality in his tone indicating that he was done speaking. She was now a princess of the Throat, just as her brothers were the princes. He ruled the land with her mother now, though perhaps she was not aware of this fact. His daughter had always been a fighter - she was strong in a way that her brothers had not yet demonstrated themselves to be - and the WildFire had always assumed she would become a warrior.

But did she have plans of her own? Who knew - Gaucho didn't, but nor did he have the time to chat just now. He and Ampere had a task to complete. Family reunions would have to wait.

With a nod towards his eldest offspring, Gaucho beat his blackened wings to his sides flying again in the direction of the Island, assuming that his daughter would follow his instructions.




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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#5
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


Another time, another place, she would have loved to have known that he looked. Now though, it would have wrenched her gut even further. What about Sohalia? she would have demanded of him, and herself. She had pulled him from the pale dove once, but if he were to willingly come, after all that the Transcended had done for her (what had he done for her lately?), she wasn't sure she would take him.

Then again, she just might. Ampere couldn't trust herself, especially not with him. So it was best that she did not notice his gaze peering into her nethers; better not to test the strength of her resolve, it didn't seem to be heat tempered.

She left them behind, their conversation lost on the wind.

Clouds broke beneath the slice of her wings and Ampere slowed finally, eyeing the hovering rock warily. Her breath hitched, heart strangled in more ways than one today. She had never felt such crippling fear, she had always had faith in herself - the wraiths had stolen that. Perhaps there was some way to return it. As with anything that usually started with facing its absence, but Ampere had always excelled in running away. Now she was trapped though, caught between a wildfire and a darkness. By the end of the day she'd have to face one of them to get out.

Which one is easier?
She wished she knew.

Gulping down a dryness that ran the length of her throat the Mother of Companions began a slow descent, though she did not intend to set hoof on the island, not if she had to. They could cover more ground gliding over the terrain, but they'd still have to get closer than she wanted to for that. So she took her time dropping down, choosing instead to toss her wild stare back over her shoulder, looking for him.

She was always looking for him, waiting, wanting.


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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#6


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.



His gaze found hers easily - likely their predicament would not be fueled by such easy sexual tension if it didn't. But it did, and it was. The blue of his gaze was nothing compared to hers, but it matched Ampere's in intensity, if not in complexity or hue. Already his thoughts of his daughter and Sohalia were distant from his mind. Easily and swiftly his mind homed in on Ampere, and his body happily followed suit. The beating of his wings brought him closer to where her form had already drifted towards the Island. He didn't need to tell her that staying in flight was the best tactical maneuver - she simply did it. Without thinking, without asking for permission, and that decision placed the Wildfire's mind at ease. Perhaps Ampere was not as precarious as he had thought. Perhaps all was well.

Gaucho flew easily next to her, his gaze surveying the Island terrain which was surprisingly free of ice and snow. Was it simply its height that allowed it to be this way? It couldn't be ... for Gaucho has seen mountains (such as those in the Basin) with summits covered in white powder. Perhaps it was magic that did this ... Raising his gaze to where the Sun peaked through the clouds, offering no warmth only bright cold light, Gaucho smiled. If there was magic keeping the cold at bay, surely it was the work of their deity. Righteousness fueled Gaucho's flight, as his mind shifted to this new perspective: it wasn't just a threat he and Ampere were investigating, it was whatever threatened to infringe on a land that the Sun God was protecting. Suddenly, it was personal.

As a whole lot of nothing appeared below them, save for creatures frolicking and idly playing. For the first time since their descent, Gaucho pulled his gaze from the terrain to look at Ampere. She was at least two wing spans away - the length of hers and his - but he could still discern many of the features of her that intrigued him so: the curve of her shoulder, the pulse of the muscles that caused her wings to beat, the depth of her gaze, the markings the trailed on her neck ... He couldn't easily let his gaze fall any farther backwards to the places that intrigued him the most if he was to keep flying straight, but that was alright. There was almost no inch of the Blue that did warrant a second look.

"Nothing here." He commented without emotion. In his antlers, Mara wrapped herself tighter, clinging to sleep as long as she could. "No worms." He added with a dark smile, as the flames on his wings flared slightly, as if in disappointment. In fact, he was a little disappointed, if only because he wouldn't get to see Ampere in action. While he was glad that there was no perceivable threat, he also missed the opportunity to show the Blue that there was no danger they couldn't overcome here.




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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#7
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


[PLS FORGIVE MY SLOWNESS weeps. Also I thought this would be a good set up for their spar?]

He broke through the clouds like a storm; a whirlwind of fire and might, stone and brawn. It stole her breath away, as he often did, her heart fluttering even faster, lighter, at the sight of him. All her reservations slipped through her wingtips like the wind, blown away by the force of his presence, as they always were. She forgot her worries about his mate, forgot too her loyalties to that mare, and worst of all, forgot the ones to herself.

Not for the first time Ampere wondered if he had some kind of magical ability that made her thoughts so hazy around him. Yet just as with all the other thoughts that were not solely focused on him and the desire to fuck him, that one also ebbed away into nothing. She was left with only Gaucho. It should have frightened her, and it might have if she had the strength to scrounge up those last vestibules of sanity, but she could not. All she could manage was to look at him, bask in him, melt into him.

As they flew alongside each other it was as if the flames on his wings cast a light onto the horrible Island, chasing away all the shadows she thought she had seen.

With that, she should have known he was the harder trial to face.

"They may come," she murmured after a moment in return to him, her voice soft and quiet, pregnant with thought and patience. While she previously would have wanted nothing more than to be done with the island, now she felt reluctant to leave this rare time with him. She had spent so long trying to find him, and then being angry with him, and all the while wanting. Perhaps if she took she would finally be at ease?

I need to prolong this she thought desperately, her blue gaze skirting along the unusually bright grounds of the strange place before finally landing back upon him. Instantly she felt warm, her thoughts lost with action. She was compelled like last time to reach out to him and be close. The darkness of the caves, the dancing light of his wings, the rain thundering down outside. It all swept back suddenly, a moment ago instead of a year.

She laughed, a grin cutting the sound off as she dove into him suddenly, playfully. She aimed a ram with her left shoulder into his right, wings perhaps cuffing him against his ears while teeth sought to tug at a bit of his wind saturated mane. She was not soft, she didn't think he could feel it if it were, but neither was she as robust as she might be in true war. Still, there was strength to the suggestions she offered.
"Let's kill some time and see if they come," she sung out to him, darting away with a flurry of feathers as she shot to the right, away from him, planning to circle around and above to his left side. "Unless you're not up to it, big boy?" she teased from above, the blue of her gaze sliding through her mane as she looked over her shoulder, drawing him in, or so she hoped, the way he always did her.

The snake was forgotten as she slept, her color blending with his antlers. All she saw was him. It was all she wanted to see.


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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#8


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GAUCHO

I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.



Continued from their spar.



The sound of her laughter was only heard in between Gaucho's gasps. He needed to get out of the air, needed to give his wing time to rest. He let himself hit the ground with more force than normal, making him canter a few strides to absorb the impact before finally drawing to a halt. He let his left wing hang slightly, thinking that not using the muscle would be the least painful position only to find he was incredibly wrong. The Wildfire drew in a sharp breath as his flesh compacted and folded in on itself as it usually did hanging from his sides, causing the burned flesh to scream in protest. Jerkily he pulled his wing back up, holding it as upright as he could manage. What little breeze there was here stung the open flesh making the wound feel 10x worse than it in fact was. Turning to investigate the extent of the damage Gaucho was surprised to see just how clean the wound looked. There was almost no blood at all, although it felt like it should have been pouring down his shoulder. An area about the size of a foals hoof was raw, right on his shoulder where the greatest and longest point of impact had been. The flesh was hairless and the skin seared away, covered in a glossy nearly translucent liquid. The area around had darkened with charred flesh and fused hair, but again there was relatively little blood. Even though his entire shoulder and wingjoint felt like it was still burning (which, since the flesh hadn't been cooled it in fact still was), the injury didn't look all that bad.

Turning his stormy gaze from his wing, he looked for Ampere. He smelled her all around him - her scent lingered on his body as well as his lips - and his eyes greedily sought to find her, to hold her within his gaze once again.






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Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#9
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


The ground was a welcome place, something she'd never considered to call it. The sky had always been her home, no matter the land beneath, but she had never had such an aerial battle in all her life. It was draining, and on the ground she could easily collapse if she desired. The thought certainly crossed her mind, but she had too much dignity left for that, so she subsided with a sloppy landing given her wing.

Another welcome place descended just behind her. Silently she appraised his wounds as he settled, more than pleased to see he'd taken some damage at least in her last ounce of desperation. It always seemed to be when she was strongest, when she fought with all she had, submitting to all her passion as if there was nothing left for her too lose. Too bad she hadn't yet figured out how to harness that without falling into that breaking point. So childish, she thought int he voice of her grand sire, her first sparring partner. He would have clucked his tongue at her recklessness, snapped at her (kindly) to be more focused, more precise. Yet she was a wild force, knowing only how to wreak havoc with bouts of quiet in-between while the winds gathered once more.

She stepped forward, hoping the motion would leave her failures behind her, while she let her insecurities melt into the fire that coursed through her body. A fire started within his. Blue gaze leapt to the flames that even now licked at his dark wings, their dance and their glow enrapturing. She could watch it for hours, could watch him for days, and she had. Today though, now, she was done.

She would have him. She needed him.

Like lightning her attention shifted to his face, familiar with the features and their every detail. She did not search for permission, did not need to, because she already knew he was feeling it to, although perhaps for a different reason. It didn't matter, nothing did but feeling him, so she closed the gap that stood between them in a rush, sidling up to his side with purpose. Her head pushed to his side, lips peeling back to nibble softly at his girth, his stomach, his stifle... She wanted to feel good, that it might mask the pain. She needed to feel loved, so that it might make up for all the loss. Mostly, she just had to feel needed by someone else, to know that she was important, that she wasn't alone in this fucked up awful world.

The storm howled on.


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