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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
As dawn stirred in the western kingdom, Hector’s fierce eyes fluttered to life. It had been a restless night away from home – a rare time off duty – and even as the delicate light washed through the through forest around him, the warrior’s tireless work-ethic grew impatient.
He had accepted wholly and graciously the Sunshower’s hospitality and spent the evening after the scavenger hunt, mingling with the nation. It was a chance to thoroughly consider the prize he would ask the glaziers to make – it was to be a gift to the God of the Sun when finally he had proven his commitment as a Dragon Soldier enough to revisit the old charcoaled shrine. Already an idea was forming through his mind.
Where have you been...? he probed the fraught bond between he and Veci, chest rumbling with disdain. The Boggart had been particularly mischievous in recent times, and the tawny stallion was growing increasingly tired of his games – especially given that the objects of his interest were often moral citizens of the Throat. The ghost swirled his vaporous form provocatively around his partner’s rigid neck - an aura of innocence, false-naivety, though invisible to anyone else. Been here! he claimed indignantly, but untruthfulness spilled recklessly into Hector’s mind like water off a cliff.
The soldier sighed frustration into the wind. Veci was no canine to be tethered with a leash, nor bird whose feathers could be clipped; he was the wind, a stirring thought, a nightmare in the day. Stay close, please. I will not have you souring relations. The Boggart laughed silently at length and hissed, neverrrrr...
Before searching for the crafters - who had been named by the Queen of the Edge the day before - Hector felt inclined to freshen himself by the small spring he had found in the forest depths, and he set off at a brisk pace, through the trees. It was a small while later before he came upon it (there had been no path to guide him on either occasion), and his parched lips sank eagerly beneath the sweet, chilled water – refreshing, but not beautiful as the blue desert lake. He took his fill, and thrust powerfully a hoof into its bubbling midst so that his face might be bathed and also the sweat cleaned from his breast. There wasn’t nearly enough space to sink his whole frame.
Again that longing to return home began to surface, and after curt snort to rally the Boggart, Hector set off at a dauntless pace towards the meeting ground – because surely there would be folk there, able to help.
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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| Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire
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Having the games going on around them had been a little unsettling with all the new faces randomly showing up at all times of the day. It was hard enough to get to know the members of the Edge nevermind the seemingly growing population of every stud, mare and foal Helovia seemed to host. Choosing to stick to the shadows and stay away from the largest gatherings the pale mare had managed to come out in one piece. In a way she had hoped by opening the borders to all residents there would be a few familiar faces she would recognize. Would Note choose to return? Would Torleik show himself here? In all honesty even if Aeolus's father chose to show his face what would she even say to him after all this time? Well other than a few choice remarks of course and perhaps a singeing or two or three... Yes she could see herself roasting his ass back to wherever he had been hiding out this last year. The thoughts of her revenge brought a dainty smile to her lips as her mind replayed the scene many times to her amusement.
Meandering through the trees a strange figure appears to her through the undergrowth sparking her curiosity. This was not someone she had ever met before but if she had to guess he would be from the Throat. His coat smelled of the dry dusty place and the roughness of his hooves gave her a pretty decent idea that the conditions were just as dry as she had pictured. A dustbowl was not exactly her first choice of a homeland but hey it was whatever floated your boat. In this case though the boat would be more of a wreckage instead of an actual liner that could withstand the water she imagined with a humored chuckle. The chestnut stallion was certainly an odd creature with the dual horns upon his face and the lion like tail sweeping out behind him. Compared to herself he was quite interesting but then again plain white was just boring if you compared it to the whole array of colours out there.
Stepping forward from her place of hiding she beckoned to the stallion in greeting with a slight bob of her head. Kahlua had mentioned to them about various winners crossing onto their land over the next couple days to claim their prizes. While many of the other crafters had much more experience wielding their magic to do their deeds she figured that she needed to start somewhere. The small trinket she had made earlier had been fascinating and she longed to see what else she might be able to create if given the ideas. Was this stallion in search of collecting his winnings? " Hello." She greeted gently raising her icy orbs to his for a moment. "Can I help you find something?"
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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02-04-2015, 09:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2015, 09:25 PM by Hector.)
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
It was difficult going for the lumbering giant.
Tendrils of elastic vine and thicket denser that the white mare December tangled about his enormous limbs, and he found himself off path as the fetlock-deep mist swirled like a villain’s balaclava beneath his stride. Oh, for goodness sake... he sighed and stopped – much to the delight of his bored companion. The forest had tightened around him and eerily gnarled shadows slithered across the mist and shrubbery as the low wind caressed them. Veci, where did I go wrong? (then Hector thought better) Forget it. He snorted curtly and irritated eyes blazed through the maze of wood surrounding.
"I will never get home," he muttered gruffly into the oppressing silence.
As he turned on the spot in an attempt to determine the direction he had come from (more of the same to be found of course), a lovely creature was emerging through the wood. His frustration seemed to die in that moment – to dissolve entirely. Proud crest stiffened upwards and silken copper mane tumbled down the length of the similarly coloured neck beneath; horned skull dipped to the side where it towered above regular height. Though the cloak of shade dimmed her features, Hector could see very clearly that she was as pale as porcelain – save for silvery mottles (visible only as she slipped between golden shafts of sunlight), still lighter than those worn by the Throat’s former Sultana.
One spear of light pierced her gaze as she crept nearer upon neat dancer's toes; his were huge, hard and round in comparison and his stride was riddled with pent up power. Iceberg blue stunned him, if only for the small second she allowed, and he longed instantly to find them again. Neat ears flickered forward curiously, testing the air for any residual note of her small voice. He had been so engrossed in her face - the chill beauty, velvet lips, framing silver... all so untouchable - that the word had completely passed him by. "Pardon?" he hummed, drawing back to eyes which had been by then, cast down to the ground.
He pondered for a moment, and his posture began to fold. Neck sank like a leaf beneath rain, stoic face daring nearer to her own. "Your eyes..." Tone was unusually soft, and breath melted into the air between them with all of the gentleness of a child murmuring in sleep. "...are more beautiful than orient pearls." He recoiled from her space, wishing all the while that they would lift again from the drear of the earth to meet him.
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@[Brisa]
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| Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire
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Letting her gaze roam casually over the giant's frame she could not help but notice the vast difference in size between the two of them. Despite the differences she found no fear lingering on the thought as there was clear advantages to being of a smaller stature when it came to living here in the Edge. While she lacked the grace on many occasions to move smoothly and silently it was much easier when it came to dealing with the undergrowth snaking up underneath their canopy. Her sleek frame could move underneath the many branches that threatened to catch anyone by surprise and give them a good knock to the head. In her early days here in the Edge it was likely that she had been one of the many to learn this the hard way until she was able to navigate the forest with ease. Parelia's hefty brute had proven this case not all that long ago when he had attempted to charge through the forest without a lot of success. Hmm did he ever make it through alive? She mused silently not remembering if she had observed him around as of lately. Surely there would have been quite the commotion if he had perished at the hands of a tree so likely he was alive out there somewhere.
Shaking the few tangled leaves from her mane she turned her attention back towards the stallion who seemed a little dumbfounded over something or another. Clearly he had not heard one word that she had said as he was off in some la la land dancing with purple pansies or something. Lifting her gaze back to his she watched him founder for words before something managed to slip between his lips. Feeling the bashful heat flare into her face at the compliment she averted her gaze for a moment to get herself back on track and remembering what they had been talking about. "Thank you." She managed to mumble as she once again raised her head back up to regard the stranger.
"My name is Brisa. Was there anything I can help you with? I don't think we have met before." This time her voice did not betray her by fading down as it did when something embarrassed her. There was a long list of things that came to mind to cause this kind of reaction out of her so it was a fairly common occurance in her life. Having practically isolated herself off from everyone for half her life compliments didn't exactly come along all that often. Now whenever there was something kind thrown her way this was her reaction. Did that make her a hopeless romantic or just plain crazy? Neither option would surprise her for she had already known she was a little different from everyone else around here but she was okay with that.
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
It had not been the stallion’s intention to discomfit the dove, and as he watched on with lurid eyes, she seemed to flounder in thought. He had been unmoved by the feminine race since the loss of Morana, the seductress who had lured his affections after the very cruel desertion of Daenerys with their children. Women were complex, difficult creatures that he felt no more inclined to keep company with those fairer, than trek the long journey back home by foot. In fact, he would have preferred the latter without question. Nevertheless, in a small sense he was pleased by her reaction – once upon a time romance had been a challenge quite fancied.
After only a short interval, the mare raised her eyes again and Hector offered a quiet smile. She introduced herself as Brisa, a name that drew no memory to the surface and he nodded simply in response, before revealing his own. "Hector, soldier of the Sun. Well met Brisa." For a moment he watched her, examined her pallid features that seemed better suited the moon’s glow than the vivid light of day. She was charming to look upon, slim and fashioned rather elegantly; though unquestionably small as she lingered to his front.
"Kahlua the Sunshower... your Queen?” he queried, almost convinced that Brisa belonged to these forests. "...suggested I seek out a Glazier to craft me a prize." She shuffled in place, unsure just what information exactly he was meant to be giving and eyes passed briefly beyond her shoulder to find the flickering movement of another roaming through the trees. "Years have passed since I came to the Edge last, and I am guessing so too have the faces once known." A soft snort purged from lungs as he thought of Mirage and of Paladin, and the messenger pigeon he had become between them.
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@[Brisa]
| Outcast atk: 3.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire
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It took only a minute or so to sober herself after her compliment daze/episode of sudden shyness before she could stand comfortably again without fidgeting awkwardly. The brute's title passed through the space between them followed by his residing and she cannot be but a little pleased with herself for having guessed correctly. It was not often that she was able to guess where others were from but she was getting better at it with time. She could remember her first days here and there had been one instance where she refused to go anywhere for the fear of getting herself lost, not that it stopped her of course. One journey she had been trying to get back to the Edge and somehow ended up in the Dark Forest, go figure.
Kahlua's name caught her ear drawing her attention from her ventures. It was still weird to hear others referring to her friend as queen but it was part of her identity now so she would eventually get used to it. To her their queen was more like a sister along with Alysanne and this she hoped would never change. It was crazy how much she had come to trust and rely on her two friends to brighten her day. She would have to find some time to make them something when she found the spare moments and the right items for the task. " Well you have managed to run into one of them." She commented lightly with a smile.
" You might be surprised at who still remains within our borders. I have been here for quite awhile now and met quite a few that have resided her longer than I." She added thinking of all those she had met over the years. While some had moved on as Hector implied others still remained hidden away within the forest's depth. " Have you thought about what you would like for a prize?" She inquired as her mind moved onto the task of reaching out to draw her magic in to her once more.
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