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#1

always a villain

Solitude was often referred to as a bad thing, something no one should have to suffer in. But Brisé did not see it that way. She wore solitude like a coat, letting it envelope and protect her from the outside world. It saved her heart from breaking and her mind from the chaos that controlled reality. It left her to do what she wanted when she desired. Yet there was always this emptiness to the withdraw she thrived in. All her emotions were smothered and she felt dead most of the time. This numbness swallowed her constantly but she refused to take off her jacket of seclusion in fear of what could happen should she open up to the world.

The forest that stood proud around her was a challenge, she was sure of it. It was daring her to find herself, to lose the cloak of loneliness and sorrow she had wound herself in. This whole land was a test, to see whether or not Brisé would break under the pressure or survive. Being stripped of her identity was a mere amusement to fate, for Brisé was just a pawn in the great game of life. Little did destiny know that Brisé had no intentions of bowing down and taking the misery it inflicted upon her in stride. She was tired of hiding, of being along. Delicate damsels that needed a knight in shining armor waited in their towers, but Brise had burned hers down and was saving herself now.

So Brisé had run until she stumbled upon a vast expanse of trees with a melting pot of horses flowing in and out. Almost like blood through a vein. The vixen was heaving vastly, her curves chiseled and highlighted with sweat. There was a spark in her eyes, one that could ignite into a fire if stoked. Her face remained void and distant, it was starting to become her signature look. After running miles through a portal and shedding any past life she might have lived you would think she would feel at least a bit nervous or ecstatic. But no matter how hard Brisé tried all she could feel was a small spark of undefined emotion.

Slowly down to a lazy jog Brisé took in her surroundings critically. It was early dawn judging by the color of the pink sky through the newly budding foliage. She could see clouds of her breath in the dim light, not a good sign. That meant it was very early morning and the sun hadn't started warming the lands yet. That meant no one would be here. A frustrated groan flew through her lips echoing eerily through the empty forest.

Well I might as well rest a bit while I wait. Brisé stopped wandering and scoured for a comfortable place to rest. Finding a tree thickly padded in moss she quickly settled down and closed her eyes. She did not drift off to sleep for a long time, only when the birds started chirping did she slip into a mindless oblivion. After a few hours Brisé stirred back into consciousness, blinking her weary eyes softly as she awoke. Yawning softly the mare stood stretching daintily. A blaring high noon sun greeted her and she could not help but smile for a second.

Her call was cold and resonated harshly through the spring air. It held a certain pride and authority that most would have to turn to see what could give off such a sound. Brisé could only hope the right horse's attention was caught and directed at her. So she stood expectant and rigid, still exhausted. Still no feelings arose in her chest as she stood waiting to make one of the biggest decisions of life. There was not even a flutter of her heart.


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d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#2
d'Artagnan the Nightshade


Pacing. That’s all he seemed to be able to do these days. A shadow of his former self, lost on a road that surely lead to oblivion, whilst all the while trying to live on as normally as possible. Life after Kou was not easy. Before, he always had the knowledge that somewhere she was breathing, living, their paths often crossed and when they did they had been the best of days. Now he was left with the vast horizon of nothing and emptiness whilst the world around him changed. A clever horse might have the intuition to change with it, but d’Artagnan stubbornly stuck to his old ways and gradually he was losing touch with life around him. In order to keep himself from going down the dead end route of insanity, the Nightshade kept himself busy by trying to fulfil duties. His loyalties my not yet lie with the heathen child Ophelia, but Deimos deserved his fealty and he owed the Time God a home and magic. With that in mind, the irritable Doctor set off to the Threshold in hopes of finding new faces to round up and take back to the mountain; unicorn only, of course.

By the time he had negotiated the mountainous terrain and finally hit greener grass, the sun hit noon in the sky and the shade of the trees was a welcome one. Aramis, the brooding hell born hound, marched stoically at his side with his tail lashing from side to side. Focussed blue gaze zoning in on the path ahead of them, alert for both danger and friend. How many times had they made this journey together? Enough that the canine son of Hades knew each corner by scent.

The pair hadn’t been walking too long when the loud noise of a foreign visitor fired across the woodland in, what d’Artagnan thought, was a rather ostentatious arrival. Curiousity caught, however, the Nightshade shifted his leather bag into a more comfortable position and set off in the direction the noise had come from. Trusting Aramis to eventually scent out the newcomer who was making such a ruckus in the forest. Nose to the ground, the hound quickly found the route he wanted to take and with great trust the Mender followed him closely until finally, after rounding a few bends and ducking over a number of low branches, they came across a mare.

d’Artagnan grimaced. She was taller than himself. It wasn’t very often he came across a female that was taller than him. Her bodice a mixture of butter and soot with the odd bit of white thrown in and her horns were peculiarly placed. What kind of use were they stuck to her backside?! Perhaps it was a warning to brave lust-intoxicated stallions to not bother following their heated thoughts through. The thought made d’Artagnan cringe.

Stepping into an area where she could see him and his canine companion, the Time Mender cleared his throat to speak to the spikey stranger. “Were you born screaming that loud? I’m sure they could hear you deep in the mountain with a call like that” he dryly commented with a short snort. “Who are you, sister? I’m d’Artagnan, a… healer from the Aurora Basin. The meat eater is Aramis.”

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Brisé Posts: N/A
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#3

always a villain

Her heart did not even skip a beat. It stayed beating rhythmically and mechanically in her chest. The blood did not rush in her ears, it did not start a cacophony of sounds that drowned out her thoughts. Her breath refused to quicken and stayed even, possibly even relaxed. She stood rigid but not coiled up. She did not look tensed or poised to run. Brisé was not afraid as most would have been. She was quite the opposite actually. Brisé moved her pillars slowly to face the stallion that approached. Critical eyes took in his bay coloring and silver tattoos. She noticed with contempt she stood but a couple inches taller than he. Yet that was not what caught her attention. It was the two spiraling horns extending from his face, one of the jagged and broken. Her eyes lingered on the snapped one for a few seconds longer than necessary, a slightly question look in her eyes. But as he spoke Brisé wiped her face clean of emotion.

When the brute introduced his companion Brisé eyed over him quickly, but not dismissively. The creature, while half her size, could tear her into shreds and becoming dog food was not on her agenda today. Her gaze eventually found its way back to the unicorn. His joke went unnoticed by Brisé who brushed off his attempt at dry humor like one would brush off a mosquito. When he called her sister she did not react, Brisé merely looked at him indifferently and let him finish speaking. She watched as the leather bag strapped around his body rose and fell with the stallion's breath. He was definitely a bit peculiar and had quite a story to share.

"If I was I would not know. My memories are playing a game of hide and seek at the moment and I am far too occupied to play along." Her words were cold and drenched with a toxic amount of sarcasm. The unamused look on Brisé's face was result of her reliving the fact she was stripped of everything when she traveled here. Perhaps that was a sign to keep moving and never look back. If it was Brisé ignored it, she was done playing along to some higher power.

"Well, brother, I am Brisé. From where I have no idea, you have a luxury I have lost it seems." Her voice was becoming more casual. There was no need to be a bitch to the first horse she had seen around this foreign place. Her eyes went back to the hound for a moment and she almost smiled at him. He did not look like a man eater right now. But you did not refer to your pet as such without reason. Brisé did not advance towards the pair, she remained rigid and distanced from them.

"Aurora Basin? Forgive me as I have just arrived and you are the first soul I have met, what would that be?" Her question let some of her confusion and curiosity paint her face for a few moments. She cocked her head and waited for the stranger to respond. This was going to be an interesting morning, that much was evident right now.

OOC| OOC: Thank you, I got this thing finished late at night and forgot to put them on. XD @[d'Artagnan]


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d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#4
d'Artagnan the Nightshade


He watched her gaze drift across him and bared her scrutiny with thin lined lips as her eyes hovered on his broken pride for a while. The shattered horn. A past memory, a past defeat and a reminder of what happened if he stood too close to the fire. In a way it marked the beginning of his sorry tale. He let her linger there and explained nothing; mysteries were far more interesting than honesty after all and it was a secret that would remain untold. The mare’s eyes soon averted themselves when he spoke and he took the opportunity to run his own examining eyes over her bodice whilst he spoke.

The Mender’s lips curled into an amused smile when she brushed off his attempt at cold, dark humour. His normal approach to conversation that often unnerved many, but not this one and d’Artagnan nodded once in satisfaction. Impressive. He was half waiting for the snide swipe back that usually followed, however, this one appeared to have a better handle of her own composure and responded with an intriguing level of sarcasm. Maybe she was worthy to try and garner back to the Basin. There weren’t many stoic women sauntering around after all, they were both cold and snappy or Illynx. Though he was quite interested as to why she remembered little, had she been knocked over the head with something hard? Though she lacked an obvious facial scar so maybe it was the work of magic? A question to ask later should she desire to join the brutal and hardy unicorns of the north.

When she spoke again the Doctor was finally able to put a name to a face. Brisé. Pretty, short and easy to remember. It didn’t quite match her outfit, but the shade would recall it well enough. She hinted once again to a loss of memory and this time d’Artagnan frowned in confusion. “No memories, no home… Did you wake up one day with nothing? Sounds… tragic He enquired, puzzlement clear in his vocals. He almost asked where he could go to lose all his memories too, starting again from scratch sounded like a wonderful thing right now, but he quickly revised his words at the last minute.

The conversation shifted back to that of the land he himself hailed from and the Nightshade quickly obliged to inform her of the snowy abode from which he had travelled. “It is a land hidden far in the north and home to many of our horned kind. I wouldn’t advise going alone as it is guarded by stone sentinels, but I can escort you in should you wish to join your kin, Brisé”

[ooc: No worries!! :) <33]
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Brisé Posts: N/A
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always a villain

Curiosity killed the cat. It was a good thing Brisé was not a nosy soul or she might have instigated the brute with questions. When he did not offer an answer to her unasked question about his horn she did not pry. She did not study it again and let any thought of the broken shaft leave her mind instantaneously. Though he did not answer as soon as she looked away Brisé could feel his gaze raking her feminine form. An amused smile stole her lips just long enough to give the brute a chance to see it. All stallions were the same in one way or another. New legs meant a new chance at victory. But when Brisé looked back at him she did not see the usual drool or lust, just a bit of dark amusement.

His smile did not throw her off guard as it normally would have. No, Brisé was interested now. This one was definitely an odd breed of male. He was not arrogant or rude, yet anyway. Should he have been a danger he would have made a move already and Brisé made a rather unlikely decision. She let go of her rigid posture and lowered her head so their eyes were level. Brisé was letting her guard down for a few moments to see what he would do. While her face still gave away no expression her eyes were daunting and only slightly cautious.

When he frowned at her comments she could not help but stifle a stiff laugh. His tone was not mocking, but quite the opposite actually. Brisé perked her ears listening to the clear confusion ringing through his voice. "I woke up with everything still intact. That fancy portal of yours that surrounds the lands here took my memories for safekeeping. Tragic is not the word for it, inconvenient is. Though I must say, I am grateful for the chance to start over." Her tone remained flat and indifferent throughout her reply, but Brisé did look squarely at him the entire time she was speaking.

As he spoke again Brisé listened intently. She did not interrupt him and let her questions slip away from her mind before answering. He made it seem remote and isolated from the rest of this world. With stone guardians it did not seem as though newcomers were embraced where he had come from. D'Artagnan was describing her ideal home without even knowing it. This time when she smiled it lingered all throughout her reply to the stallion before her.

"You have just explained a heaven on earth. I will take you up on that offer of an escort. But first, can I inquire about that silver tattoo of yours?" Brisé did not speak with any shame as she scanned over the brute's metallic markings.

OOC| He is such a cool character! Brisé can actually tolerate him lol @[d'Artagnan]


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d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#6
d'Artagnan the Nightshade


It was a subtle shift, a small movement, but when the soot-splashed mare lowered her head d’Artagnan could feel victory within his grasp. At least, he’d broken the ice anyway and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t trying to convince her to travel northwards. The shade offered her a small friendly smile, an equally subtle movement, to let her know that she was in good company and he appreciated her trust. The horned folk were meant to look after one another after all; the closer knit they were, the harder they became to break down and their ironclad kinship would win them many battles in the future. Though d’Artagnan had yet to land on such fortunate times and perhaps those victories know fell before his children, whom he would clear a path for. Returning to the present, however, the Nightshade frowned even deeper at the mention of Helovia’s invisible portal. He’d heard of magic disappearing before, but not of memories. The thought troubled him a little, but he soon let is pass as a bizarre feature to an already bizarre land.

“You must have been unlucky, I haven’t heard of it doing that before. Though if you see it as a fortune then congratulations I suppose. I hope the next set of memories are greater than the last” he roughly laughed through his gruff tones. Indeed he envied her a little, she’d been granted a restart button that he so wished would be offered to himself, to erase everything and start again. Forget the pain, the anger and the frustration, although there were some moments in his life he would like to always remember. Looking at Brisé now, he wondered how much of the good she was missing from her past life, who knew, she might have been Queen in a wealthy land surrounded by riches and power. Or free in a peaceful world. What if those memories came back one day and she found it all too much? Questions for the future, the Nightshade stuffed them away and concentrated on the immediate situation.

The Mender’s gaze soaked in her lingering smile as Aramis rolled a tongue out to one side, the growing Birdsong heat beginning to get to the hound who hadn’t yet thinned out all of his winter fluff. d’Artagnan’s lips curled upwards even further, “heaven on earth” the Basin was that at times. Cool climate, full of caves to hide in and devious plotting to immerse oneself in. Ambitious and secretive, but solid like a family, the Nightshade had grown to like the Aurora Basin after a long time of bitterness over losing the Worlds Edge. Not that he didn’t want to get his old land back of course, but his lifetime may not see such an event, which was why he instilled such stories into his eldest and most prized daughter, Aviya.

He couldn’t quite go straight onto the customary “I’ll lead on” speech, as Brisé seemed to grow a little more curious. Her question was directed to that of his silver tattoo that marked his flank and, slightly taken aback, the Mender considered his words for a moment. What could he say? My shame or a moment of idiocy. The thoughts passed through his mind like blunt insults and Aramis decided to join in with his own suggestion, ”love mark? You only have it because you fancied the Moon Goddess” d’Artagnan snorted and shot a disgusted look at the dog. ”She fancied me, I could hardly say no?!” He retorted internally. Aramis made a canine expression of mock agreement and the Doctor let it slide out of consideration for the mare that couldn’t hear their mental war of words. “It’s a Gods mark. I had a… uhm… run in with the Moon Goddess and I was marked with it. She is one of four Gods that reside here.” He informed, struggling slightly on how to word his encounter with the immortal deity.

Quickly wanting to change the subject to avoid embarrassment, the Doctor flicked his head northwards and shuffled his hooves as if he wanted to leave. He hoped she’d drop it for their journey ahead, otherwise the dear old Mender would have a cringe worthy conversation on his hands. “Shall we move out?”

[ooc: haha thank you!! I'm really enjoying their interaction, I can't wait to see how Brisé develops :D]
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Brisé Posts: N/A
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always a villain
even when I'm not

Brisé was tempted to smile back at him but decided against it. She had let her guard down and put minimal trust in the stallion already. There was no need to do anything else. She was no longer wary or questioning his motives. Brisé was almost comfortable in a way. She was in the company of a rather interesting brute of whom she did not want to choke out and his beastly companion. She was expecting something much different this day but she was not complaining about this particular moment. It must have been a long time since she had a simple friend to talk to, for she knew somehow that she would not have left wherever she came from unless she was all alone and lost. She was still lost, but a little less lonely.

Brisé listened to his reply respectfully and could not help but smirk as he finished talking. "It shows it's not every day you talk to some amnesia stricken emotionless mare, did you know that?" She still did not smile but her tone was a bit lighter than before and teasing in a comforting way. "Who knows, I might get them back. I can't say for certain whether or not I want them but I will learn sooner or later, right? Karma's a bitch that just loves a good laugh." She chuckled hoarsely, a sound that was painful to listen to. Brisé definitely had some work to do. After she spoke again the stallion had smiled broader and yet again she was forced to shove away a smile. She had still just met him and did not want to give off the wrong impression. Brisé was being a bit irrational but who wouldn't be after losing virtually everything. So she stood with some guard up, some down like a half built bridge swaying in the upcoming hurricane.

Perhaps she would no longer have to worry about putting up a front. With a herd she would have everything she needed and would not need to fear the dangers a lone mare did. She would be surrounded by those who supported her. From the way the brute before her spoke and acted they were a sturdy herd with an important foundation of kinship. But Brisé was still hesitant. She wasn't ready to open herself up to the world. Last time she had taken a risk she has gambled away everything. Now she trusted nothing entirely, not even fate. She was backed into a wall and she had no idea where to turn next. She was a chess piece moving one square at a time without a strategy.

As she asked about his tattoo Brisé saw the look of surprise shadow his face. A few moments later a mask of repulsion took over his face and was directed towards the hell hound. She looked at him curiously. There was so much she had yet to learn of these lands, and this bond between animals and equines was definitely one of them. When he spoke he stuttered slightly and this time Brisé laughed fluently, a sound that was much easier on the ears. She did not pry further however and merely smirked at the awkward silence. "That embarrassing, huh? Don't worry I won't question you any further though it is a bit comical at how bluntly ashamed you are of it." Her comment held a superior tone with a bit of a taunting nature to it. This was definitely becoming more and more entertaining.

With the thrusting of his head and the way his hooves twitched Brisé noticed how impatient he was getting about wanting to leave. "We shall." Her reply was curt and cold, back to her old tone. Her face was still painted with amusement and she held herself in a much more casual way now though. She looked at him one last time before taking a step towards him. There was no going back now. She had broken her barrier of solitude and left it shattered on the forest floor. Brisé took a deep breath and watched intently as she awaited d'Artagnan to lead the way.

OOC| You and me both. I am kind of interested to see as well.... XD So, are we finished with the thread now or do you want to post again just to wrap it up real quick? @[d'Artagnan]




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