the Rift


We Aren't In Kansas Anymore...

Telesaan Posts: N/A
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#1

They say time changes everything but does it really apply to everything? Does time change what the heart feels each time it beats or the air we breathe? How about the deep pain of betrayal, does that change as the years move forward? The answer would really depend on who was giving the answer and their viewpoints in life. A raging maniac for instance would likely say that things are constantly changing with each second that they manage to focus coherently enough to make sense of it all. For this stallion time did indeed change things but not always in your favor. Sure we all grow wiser, stronger and mature but in the same sense we also grow weaker.

Gliding down through the trees the pegasus finally touches down to see where the wind had carried him this time. Scanning the area cautiously for anything that may pose a danger he draws his wings back to his body with a soft sigh as his muscles respond with the same old stiffness. It had been some time since he had flown this distance without pain blossoming deep within his joints to put a stop to his flight instantly. While all his physical injuries had healed since the accident there were still many deep within that would never heal completely. The hurricane had nearly taken his life but by some miracle he had survived only to lose more in the days that followed. Believed dead from his plummet to earth his family had moved on without him only to die shortly afterwards. His brother had murdered them and then fled the land for greener countryside where no one would know his name. Unfortunately for him someone knew of his past life and was coming for him.

Moving forward with a hitch to his gait the black soldier tread carefully for this new place could hold many unpleasant surprises for the unprepared. While he had no freaking idea where the hell he was he had to keep moving if he ever wanted to find his brother. It was likely harder than finding a needle in a hay factory but he would find him if it was the last thing he did.

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Table by Moonstone Designs

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
#2

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights


Another day, another dollar...

There was nothing romantic about his intentions. It was his duty, his service to the Sun.

Hector landed for the second time in as many weeks in one of few glades large enough to accommodate his mammoth wingspan; already the pungent hue of rot and pine had part choked him – it was a fragrance he thought little of, certainly a far cry from the dry, dusty taste of the desert. He glanced around him with red, velvet nostrils tilted towards the canopy, pumping curiously in search of any other scent to suggest he was not alone.

It seemed not, and even the leftovers scattered through the grass were dry, stale and devoid of any trace remotely worth pursuing. Lowered lips gathered hurriedly the peeping tips of wiry forest grass and Hector swallowed them quickly, ears roving atop the soft rippling of his mane as the warm wandered hurried by. He maintained a high level of alert, even while his Boggart companion lolled about the ground nearby, inspecting a trail of black ants that were none the wiser that their audience existed – lucky too that he had not been born with telekinetic ability.

Veci was hardly a reliable lookout lately...

Then, without any prior warning (no murmured footstep, no flicker through the shadows), the sign Hector had been waiting for graced his fluttering nose. Skull lifted instantly and chin tipped high into the air, testing the scent. At last, he sighed, prompting the lazy ghost to return. Large hooves guided his sinewy form around, and he set of briskly between the trees surrounding his small sunlit landing strip.

He travelled into the breeze, naturally, and his careful gaze scanned constantly the forest surrounding the old, rough path he strode along. A small time later, the dark silhouette of another attracted his attention, and the tawny soldier paused with one knee suspended in waiting; watching, assessing. There was something strange about his approach (no matter how indirect it was), it caused an unintentional delay – lingering and staring – perhaps until they were almost upon one another.

"Ai!" He called out finally, broken from thought by the shrill alarm of a bird in the canopy. Eyes glanced briefly towards the sound, but he presumed it insignificant; a snake perhaps, or a rival daring to close. Whatever distance remained, Hector closed it conscientiously and gradually and offered the traditional Pegasus greeting with lifted, ruffling feathers.


Telesaan Posts: N/A
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#3

A shrill cry sounded above the silence of the forest immediately grabbing the soldiers attention from wherever it lingered. At first he had thought it was only the bird's cry that had broken the silence but he soon came to realize someone else had called as well. Lifting his head to see a brightly coloured stallion a little ways off he stopped for a moment to figure out his plan. The obvious way was to approach the stranger, which he planned to do just as soon as he managed to get a feel for the newcomer. Well his ears were forward instead of pinned to his skull, and his body seemed perhaps a little tense but not threatening he mused silently to himself. What did he have to lose? Wandering around aimlessly would not help his mission eventually he would have to socialize with the other inhabitants to figure out where the hell he was.

As the stallion approached he regarded him kindly in the same manner he was shown. Lifting his wings caused a little bit of difficulty with their stiffness but overall they still worked as they should to return the greeting. "Greetings." He voiced dipping his head ever so slightly to the other male. The last thing he wanted was some kind of fight and he knew better than to waltz into a new land and become confrontational to those he met along the way. There was no question in his mind that his body could still fight if he needed it to but the question still remained as to how badly his injuries would limit his ability to defend himself. His mind told him one thing but his body said something totally opposite. Essentially he felt like a young soul trapped in an old mans body that did not want to comply with his wishes anymore.

As his eyes swept over the pegasus's frame the most peculiar thing caught his attention. Was that a ... a tail? Well it attached where it was supposed to but there was skin where there should be hair and vise versa. What strange land had he come into? " I don't mean to be rude or anything but may I ask what happened to your tail? I have never seen one that looks as yours does." He commented feeling totally out anything he had come to know. Did all the creatures in this land have such deformities?

"My name is Telesaan by the way. I fear I am not from around these parts so please forgive my ignorance." He finished trying to be as polite as possible while trying not to stare at the stallions funny looking appendage that acted in the place of a tail.



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Table by Moonstone Designs

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
#4

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights


The other greeted Hector amiably enough as he neared, drawing to a halt with a respectable (masculine) space left between. He was not he chummy type, nor intimate or sensitive and was pleased for the most part to find a modest greeting returned – not one frothing with enamour or frustratingly fearful. In recent times, both personas had crossed his path at one point or another, and he found their need for conversation wearing; similarly too, the little lost children of the world. Isara had turned out to be quite the exception, even despite the awkwardness surrounding their beginning.

Enormous wingspan lowered again after civilities had been spread, and the tawny giant drew them near to sit flush against his sweaty barrel – turning only very briefly to realign the rogue feather that just refused to settle. When he returned his focus, blazing eyes drew a path around the smaller stallion’s frame, a soldier’s tendency whether intentional or not. It seemed anyway, that the dark-coated stranger had a similar inclination, so the silence that rose between them was barely an awkward one.

At first glance, the other seemed a suitable enough recruit (he had discerning taste after all). The most promising feature were the wings strapped to either side, and he had disregarded the apparent stiffness when the salutation seconds before had been executed – benefit of the doubt, he often had to remind himself. It was not his preference to carry the wounded and weak to bed in the oasis; he much preferred to enlist the strongest, both in body and mind, so that they might slip right into service, honouring the Sun. Their land’s patron was a proud creature, and Hector wished not to insult his expectations.

When the other spoke at last, the Dragon soldier had finished his assessment, and aside from the faint, feminine sparkle of blue throughout a sleek black hide, there seemed nothing overly remarkable to note. Ears swivelled in opposite directions and his fierce eye narrowed carefully upon his brazen company. "Nothing happened to it..." he informed blandly, trying considerably to mask the extent of his offence – between his flexing hocks, the tail in question was flicking disconcertedly, from side to side. His skull lowered, to the height of the other stallions, and fiery eyes peered jadedly around the sharp horn between.

"Hector..." he answered frankly, unmoved. "You are forgiven." Hector lifted his face back, and rocked his bulk left so that the right hoof to his rear might rest awhile. "I have travelled far from the south of this land, Dragon’s Throat, in search of bodies to join the Sun’s cause. What brings you to the Threshold of this country?" He was not primed for small talk, and though possibly his presentation was pretentious, he meant well enough. With growing interest, he fixed his eyed upon Telesaan and sighed profoundly.


@[Telesaan] - sorry about the hold up


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