the Wind Dancer

Home.

The desert scent slapped her in the face, and along with it, came the flood. It was a torrent of memories, washing over her, through her, ripping her apart. The girl flew hard and fast, her tears torn away from her eyes by the wind her own movement generated. Memories of hearing Sitka's song howling across the sandy expanse, of running and playing with him, of healing with Onni and learning and loving and living… It was almost enough to make her turn back and (attempt to) cross the border at the Threshold again.

But she didn't. Something new pulled her, drove her, summoned her to these lands. Something ancient and foreign and wonderful had filled her, and she had to use it while it lingered or else she feared, she would stop living altogether.

The cloud dropped from the sky like a raindrop, wings pinned at her sides, forelimbs stretched out in front whilst her hindlimbs tucked up beneath her barrel. She was a bullet, deadly and sure; the Dragon's Throat was her target. At the last possible instant, her wings opened and her acceleration halted abruptly, the strain upon her muscles causing her to grunt but otherwise transition into a gentler descent - enough so that her legs did not break upon impact, at least.

Sand rose around her like a cloud of a different hue, staining her legs in a familiar warmth that she found strangely comforting. Pale, cerulean pools peered about, as flutes twisted atop her tiara, taking in the changes that time had wrought upon the landscape in silent reverie. The last time she had stood here, Sitka had stood beside her.

I miss you, she mourned to him.

To the silence.


[ ooc :: open to any! she's waiting at the borders, and would like to join! ]

sxc.hu | larfsalot

Excitement flashed through my small frame as limbs stained with the deepest blue tore through the warm sands of the Throat. I glanced over my winged shoulder momentarily, looking back to where I had just popped over a dune hoping that the bright purple frame of my mother wasn't following me close by. I loved the mare dearly and she took amazing care of Aakesh and myself, but I wanted to explore to be able to run as fast as my long, spindly legs could take me without hearing someone warning me to watch out and be careful. A snort blasted through paper thins as I turned back to watch my surroundings change as I made my way through the sand, occassionally my strides shortening a little due to the energy I was expelling.
One day I would be able to fly and then there would be no more running through the unforgiving sand for me! But for now, my wings weren't quite strong enough to carry my mass into the sky. Dark stained ears slammed back against my skull as I pushed forward, trying to ignore the pulling sensation in my limbs, something that Alija would have made me stop running for, but right now it was almost freeing. The punishment would come later when my muscles were sore and the mare's normally gentle voice became harsh and chiding for me leaving. But now wasn't the time to worry about what was going to happen later. I was here to live in the present and have as many life experiences as I could under my belt before I even turned one.
Suddenly my attention was drawn away from the reckless path I was taking as a cloud of sandy dust appeared just off to the right of me, no noise followed and from where I stood there was no shape to attach to the sudden arrival of the mushroom cloud. Ears flicked forward as my stride moved into a smooth canter, my path changing to carry my ever curious frame closer to whatever creature it was that had disturbed the peaceful desert sands. Moments later I found myself in the presence of a beautiful beast, her coat matched the slightly clouded sky above and from her shoulders sprouted large wings. Wings that I hoped mine would someday match in greatness.
"H-hello." I stammered, baby blues locked on the mare's coat, my voice catching in my throat momentarily distracted by the admiration in the creature's strange yet beautiful appearance. Shaking my sporty skull once I cleared my throat and looked away from the mare's odd coat and rather to her eyes, her electric blue eyes that were nearly as mesmerizing as the rest of her. A smirk tugged at the right corner of my dark kissers before my child-like voice broke into the peaceful silence once more. "I am Hertz. Who are you? And why do you match the sky?" While speaking my wings tucked in closer to my sides and exhausted limbs moved forward once more, my dark stained muzzle reaching out to the mare in a greeting customary of our species, something my brother had taught me the day I escaped from the too-small-safety pod.

"speech"
Tag;; @[Cirrus]
WordCount;; 536
Notes;; It's cute, cause they are related and don't know it :3

the Wind Dancer

It seemed as though the cloud was to attract attention from much younger crowds these days. Within moments of her landing, her attention was pulled towards the shorter creature who struck a strong of familiarity within her, she was stunned silent. Eyes of cerulean stared back at her; she could have been peering into a mirror. The girl shuffled herself slightly, feathers raising along the large appendages that she hastily tucked in close to her side, hair tingling onto its ends elsewhere. He stuttered a greeting to her and she nodded numbly back to him, recovering after a few more seconds of staring blankly at the child before gathering herself to reply. Thoughts cascaded through her cranium faster than water ran over a cliff; had her sister returned to the Throat, and found a lover? Was this child a nephew of hers?

Or a brother?

Had her mother returned? But no, his appearance was too much like her late father, or even her uncle, to have come from her mother's tame line of roans. No, lightning was her paternal line, and she almost gave herself a headache in trying to figure it out.

"I am Cirrus," she began as her thoughts slowed down enough that he was able to formulate a response to his direct question. His query about her appearance was not foreign to her; it was easy for the girl to forget the strangeness of her own appearance, living within her skin as she did, she rarely got to peer at her own coat and see the wonders the weather painted upon it. "I was born this way," she says simply, not knowing how else to explain such phenomena as magic and gods to a child just barely out of the womb.

Another arrives, and a breath of relief travels through the girl's lungs as she realises she would get to speak to an adult today. The steed is dark, rimmed with golden hues and splashes of white, a magnetic blend of opposing tones. Cirrus scanned his form swiftly, performing a combination of a swift warrior's assessment, and healer's health check on him. He asks about the foal, and at first Cirrus thinks him a protective guard who knows the mother of this foal - maybe she could learn this from him, maybe she could learn why this colt looks so darn familiar.

But then he continues to speak, and the cloud forgets her manners, as she was so prone to do. The information he gave alongside his name gave her knowledge of several things. One; that he was Chancellor, which meant that the ranks of leadership had changed - was Kri still here? Did she not still lead? Had the darkness taken her life? A million other questions longed to be voiced, but the next point she learned was that; he did not know this colt, and thus, he was useless to her as far as that investigation went. The third point she learned was that; he did not know this colt's name. It may have been the same point as before, but it rubbed the girl the wrong way, and instead of deigning to answer him, the girl's ears flicked back and she held him with sharp, cutting eyes.

"You don't even know the name of a colt of your own lands?" The girl sniffed, a small snort of distaste curling the corners of her nostrils as her cutting words continued. "Some Chancellor."

It was very belated of her to realise that insulting the present company probably wasn't the best way to secure a position back within her old home.




[ ooc :: @[Hertz] @[Bucephalus] sorry she is so frustrating she would not listen to me when I told her to be nice .____. ]

sxc.hu | larfsalot

She stared.
I stared back.
That's how the first few moments of our interactions went, maybe an older more socialized creature would have felt uncomfortable under the watchful gaze of the cloudy mare, but I thought it was fun. Like a game of who could last the longest in a staring match without blinking, or speaking in this case. It seemed she would hold out longer than I would, rather than speaking a greeting back to me the blue mare simply bobbed her skull in a nodding fashion.
She stared.
I stared back.
Then as if the pause button was clicked off, I blinked at the sky mare began to speak as if it were her intentions the whole time. "I am Cirrus, I was born this way." There were no further questions needed, if Cirrus claims she was born to match the wonders of the sky, then so be it. If I could be born blue with lightening and my brother black with purple spots, then why couldn't Cirrus be born cloudy? A smile tugged at the corners of my stained velvets before childish tones filled the dry air once more. "Nice to meet you Miss Cirrus, you are quite beautiful." I could feel the heat rushing to my cheek bones as the words were leaving my body much in the fashion of vomit. Maybe if I was lucky the last half of my sentence would be too rushed that it would have been too hard for the mare to understand. But, surely I wasn't that lucky.
Luckily, there wasn't any time for me to embarrass myself much further when another decided to join our little party of two three. "Good day to you both. Where is your mother little one?" The frown that crossed over the taller stallion's features caused a pang of guilt to flash through my still growing frame, maybe Alija was looking for me? Worried that I had been snatched up and taken away (little did I know how realistic that almost was). Winged shoulders rolled up into a shrug while I looked away from the dark stallion to put my attention behind me on the path I had followed here to Cirrus. "She's somewhere back there. I wanted to adventure." I knew it was wrong for me to have left the overprotective gaze of my mother and sibling, but at this point I was happy I had done so. Surely I wouldn't have met this black stallion, nor Cirrus if it weren't for my adventurous personality. Turning back to the stallion a smile flickered across my features before looking back to the sky mare.
But it seemed like the black wasn't done speaking yet. "Beg pardon, allow me to introduce myself. Bucephalus, Chancellor of Dragon's Throat. And your names are...?" It seems I was not meant to give the Chancellor my name quite yet as Cirrus stepped up and spoke in a tone much like when mom was scolding Aakesh and myself. "You don't even know the name of a colt of your own lands? Some Chancellor." Baby blues widened slightly as I took a half step back, just in case the words grew more heated or worse I was to be scolded next.

"speech"
Tag;; @[Cirrus]
WordCount;; 535
Notes;; squeee

the Wind Dancer

Perhaps if Cirrus wasn't Cirrus, she would have recognised the tiredness as a sign of a leader working hard for his herd, pushing himself to his limits, trying all he could but, without the ability to be in more than one place at one time, letting things slip through the cracks. Perhaps if Cirrus thought differently, she would see that he was an honest brute thrust into a position of authority, a steed who perhaps, wasn't all that experienced in handling delicate herd matters, but was expected to nonetheless. Maybe if Cirrus held the ability to look at life through another's point of view, she would have understood.

But, she is Cirrus, after all.

Without the buffer of her companions soul to temper her rash and bold persona, the cloud swiftly rolled out snark without a second thought. Without another perspective to offer her a wider plane of thought, she stuck to her initial judgement firmly, her beliefs set in place, her stubborn resolve difficult to change.

An ear tilted down to capture the young colt's words, and a small smile was offered to him. She wouldn't have caught him name even if he had spoken it, however, for that was when she became distracted by Bucephalus' attempt at redemption. He replied with as much snark as Cirrus, and though Cirrus heard his excuses, that's all they were to her, excuses.

She let the silence trickle by for a few seconds before slapping a smirk of most devious intentions upon her maw. Arching her nape she approached the stallion and nodded, before saying softly and sweetly; "I'll take your apology into consideration, and let you know my decision sometime in the future." Because he had said 'forgive me', and Cirrus was not normally a forgiving creature, but she might make an exception for this steed if he proved to be worthy of his title down the track. With a soft laugh, she then addressed her reason for arriving upon the borders of her homeland.

"I've come to join your ranks of warriors." With a roll of her cerulean eyes, she looked along the borders of the lands, glancing down at the colt before holding Bucephalus in her gaze with an almost bored expression. "Clearly you need all the help you can get."

And with that, the girl began to walk past the stallion, and further into the lands, with a definitive swish of her tail sweeping up waves of sand on her way past.


[ ooc :: @[Hertz] @[Bucephalus] she's not walked off completely yet lol, feel free to keep talking at her/make her stop etc. But if she is accepted could you post to the rank update thread for me? :3
ps: sorry not sorry Cirrus is Cirrus >__> ]

sxc.hu | larfsalot

the Wind Dancer

It seemed the stallion would prove to be a persistent one. A good quality, if his persistence was directed towards political matters, the girl might have supposed, had she been predisposed to thinking along those lines. But all the girl saw was how the brute lost his composure, how he allowed his temper to leak through the cracks of a diplomat's perfect façade, how he insisted he was a nice guy (did nice guys have to tell others that they were nice? Did Kings have to tell others that they were King?) Cirrus saw only an annoyingly persistent steed, who gave her very few reasons to respect him.

Bright blue eyes looked at him, an eyebrow raising as the motions of her legs stopped. The girl did not respect rank for the sake of rank - perhaps he had proved it to whoever was Sultan here at the moment, but he was yet to prove it to her. Perhaps once she learned who was in charge (and whether she knew them, or whether she could beat them in a spar), she would hold more faith in the authorities that paraded around in front of her. But right now, how was she to know that this Chancellor was even telling the truth? The position was one the girl was admittedly unfamiliar with - words had never been her strong point, and a position that relied almost entirely on words was simply, foreign to her.

Besides, it wasn't as if he was any better with words than she.

"Your first impression is no better," she began dryly, the snark leaving her tones to give a simple observation as bland as the facts they represented.

"I was born here." The words were once again, delivered with nothing but bland truth behind them. "I've no desire to see my home sullied by incompetence. I want to help," she emphasised the last word with a plea shining through the electric blue in her eyes. The girl had simmered down her cruel words if only by applying an honest tone to them. "Ampere bid me to return here." She added, recalling the name of the blue-streaked mistress from meeting her seasons ago, when the cloud had held rank within the herd and Ampere had been naught but an Outcast.

"Respect is earned," she began again, wondering if any of her words were actually making a difference. It is the first time in a long time (if not ever) that the girl had not resorted directly to a violent route. "Prove to me you are worthy of the position you say you hold, and I will respect you, just as you will respect me in time when you see me defend our home."


[ ooc :: @[Hertz] @[Bucephalus] ]

sxc.hu | larfsalot

[OF COURSE GAUCHO HAS TO BE HERE IF SHE'S CHALLENGING HIM LOLOLOLOL]

Child of an older oracle and perhaps one of their best warriors. Gaucho hadn't known Cassiopeia - had only heard stories of her beauty and her divine link to their God - but he had known Azzuen. As a warrior, it was to Azzuen or Kri or Midas that he often reported. Back then he had been a mere warrior with no rank or magic to speak of. He had been there the day the great warlord died - had seen his spirit rise up to the great blue plains of the sky - had seen his family weep.

Gaucho would not interfere, and indeed hadn't heard much of the conversation. He had been flying over head, and would have continued to do so had he not seen Cirrus attack his Chancellor. He had heard the accusation in their tones, the pride and hostility. A dark and wry grin parted his lips as the Wildfire descended in a flurry of feathers, and black, and flame.

His Chancellor had tried to subdue the ever-changing daughter of Azzuen, while she had resorted immediately to the use of her body. Gaucho couldn't say he didn't approve ... he often resorted to physical shows of dominance rather than words, so at odds with his appointed Chancellor.

Bucephalus had lost to Gaucho twice now, although that wasn't so surprising in and of itself. Gaucho trained constantly and had not lost a spar nor challenge in all of his time in Helovia. Although the dun was interested to see how the black and gold would fair against the petite warrioress.

His gaze fell ambiguously to Cirrus, recalling herd meetings they had both attended. He couldn't recall if the two had ever really spoken, but was pleased that she had returned back to the Throat, her home. Whatever this argument was over, the dun cared very little. He was more interested to see who the victor would be.