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[OPEN] Seashell, Seashell

Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#1
Sacre & Inari.



[Egg Discovery! Open to all.]

"Is it a seashell?" Sacre pondered over it. His velvet black nose snorted on its surface like he was smelling something foreign. Inari was sat before it, his beady eyes roving every part of it whilst his head twitched from side to side and sometimes he would move to observe it from another angle. The pair had got to this mind fuddling point in their jovial adventures whilst playing a game of hide and seek, increasing the difficultly by staging it on the beach where creativity was key to win. It was Sacre's turn to count when he reached the final number and turned to see Inari clear in view, the fox pouring over a strange object that had been washed onto the sand by the sea. It was an odd object, parts of it was smooth and a lot of it was marred by seaweed and dirt making it hard to decipher. If it was indeed a seashell it was one hell of one at that! The boy was all for taking it as his own personal item when his brows knit together as he pulled the seaweed off. This was no giant seashell! Inari watched with a perplexed expression as his friend jumped back in surprise. Sacre had seen this kind of object before and he looked at his red touched friend who had been born from an object very much the same as this.

Carefully, Sacre began to roll it along the beach and away from the water that threatened to reclaim it. His bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement as Inari followed behind, lost and confused. "What is it?" The vulpine finally demanded with a hint of frustration in his voice. The crafter stopped rolling it and turned to look at his bonded in surprise, "you don't know?" the thought was coloured with a hint of surprise. "It's an egg, you were born from an egg like this" he informed the fox with unconfined happiness. Inari's gaze grew wildly interested then as he padded over to it quickly, button nose sniffing its entire contents with great interest. "Does that mean it's a fox? Do I get to have a brother or sister?! It better not have more tails than me like, like... Like Natraj has" Sacre laughed at his friends bitterness over his lack of tail and shrugged a reply "I don't know, we'll find out when it hatches".

The journey home would be a long one if he took the egg, it would take a lot of rolling and short periods of picking it up. Yet, Sacre could not leave such a precious thing behind, so, both horse and fox continue to roll it across the sandy terrain.



There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this

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Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#2
Give me one good reason,
Why I should never make a change


They walk along the beach, peaceful.

For once there is nothing to weigh down their minds. Or perhaps there is too much, so much they simply cannot look upon it anymore, such a desperately insurmountable mountain they are forced to look away, gaze out upon the sea and let the lapping waves carry them away, ease their thoughts and save them from themselves. Fire Dancer and her brother stride atop the sand, and steer clear of the water; today they will not sink, but float, dance and laugh and smile and run.

He leads. She follows. Today, they are young.

The sea breeze plays with the tangles of her mane, draws affectionate fingers through tousled braids and clings lightly to the curvature of muscle as she runs behind her shadow kin, panting lightly, gritting her teeth against the exertion of pulling her weight through fickle sand. It is a good workout, a stretch and a jog; it makes her stronger, faster, better than the waif of a child she had been days, hours, moments before. The girl inhales the salty air and exhales her worries, the fluttering of her mind: she is a single focus, a happy creature with one simple goal, one aim, one desire, and not burden of leadership, no weight and wonder at being queen.

She laughs into the summer sky, and pulls up fast as her brother's voice barks a sudden, bright command. Tired? she teases the small black fox, blinking against the salt in her eyes. Inari! And Sacre! the boy replies, ignoring her ridiculous accusation of exhaustion- his body is far better equipped foe charging through sand than hers. Indeed, he pauses for a fractal second before dashing toward their distant friends, small body a black shadow launched like a bullet toward the bigger, red fox. His sister follows at a more leisurely pace, heart racing with exhaustion and delight. Of all the souls to meet today, this friend might be the very best; she smiles at him across the sand, black eyes vibrant, slashed cheeks flushed.

It quickly becomes apparent that her friend is distracted, occupied by something upon the sand, and curiosity plays bright pinpricks of interest in the copper child's throat, drawing her gaze and her ears and her nose. She lengthens her stride, eager to close the distance between them, to discover what treasure Sacre has found: will the bloodstained boy share the knowledge with her, or does he seek to hoard it, to hold it to himself? She hopes he will share; they have already exchanged so much, partaken in so many memories and built such a rapport, and she wants to share everything with him.

She cannot imagine a world without him as her friend, her bright, unflappable knight, the constant light in her shadowy world.

"What do you have?" the girl begins, her dark voice an alto strand upon the salty breeze, bright and curious, keen and warm. Embers dance around her as she finally slows, a length away, suddenly shy, unwilling to close the gap without his invitation. Natraj needs no such coaxing, feels no such shame; he is peering at the creamy egg, alternating between the unhatched kit and his one-tailed friend. Would this mean Inari had a brother or sister on the way? Jealousy rose in the kitsune's heart, unbidden. Would the fox now have a new best friend, a better one, and not need the little fennec to help him hunt or to play games? Petulant, unhappy, the boy slinks away, back to his sister's hooves where he settles, sulky, pointedly ignoring the other bonded pair. Copper child rolls her eyes. Usually she is the one for melodrama and insecurity; it is amusing to see the same reflected in her brother, if not a little tiresome. Of course Inari will still be your friend. Friendships don't just disappear because things change... friendships are forever, she swallows, and looks upon the blue-eyed boy, hoping that her words are true.

@[Sacre]

o. pixel pony credit to tamme
o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!



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