It had been his first time, and at the beginning, he had been scared, watching with childish eyes as the world did something he'd never seen before in his life. Her kind, patient ways allowed him to settle, soon enough taking flight on his wings and soaring as high as he could, reaching out to touch them. Nothing was grasped in his talons but the air, and caught up in confusion that fed into anger, he screamed. Anger poured out from him like hot lava. The inner parts of her chest burned with some sort of longing for relief, watching the small Wyvern did nothing but rage at the lights.
He was young and would have to learn, but this isn't what she had wanted.
When she simply walked away, he took the cue and charged, diving downwards in a brutish fashion, claws ready to meet her hide. His screams alert her in enough time to duck. Wide eyes and heavy chest tear her at the seams. Why this? He swings around once more and claws at her mane, ripping at the dark locks as if he could destroy her with the removal of them. Winces decorate her face as he plays out his tantrum and takes all of it out on her.
By the time they make the caves, Hobgoblin carries a lock of her tail in his jaws, dual toned and coarse, smiling in a pleased way at his efforts. Sikeax makes no noise, silently pushing through soon-to-be knee-deep snow as snowflakes fall.
Later, the hair is abandoned to chase the snowflakes that she begins to wear as a cloak. If the snow wanted to swallow her up, then she couldn't complain. Her companion seemed to enjoy it enough.
The cave greets them with a still, emotionless face, unchanged with the years. Hobgoblin pays her no mind, choosing to leap upon his paws and exact something out of the world. All of this was still fresh to him, and while it was old news to her, something she'd seen enough of to paint a million paintings, it wasn't worth ruining his fun.
Light flickers over the walls and she steps in like an old queen returns to her abandoned throne, slow and nostalgic as if it would reverse time and place her back in the 'good ol' days.'
Upon entering, it becomes aware that she has invaded space, stepping into a land that wasn't her's for the time being. Someone else stood in the hole in the mountains, alone, seemingly caught up in their own issues. Her head turns to check on her brother, watching as he trots his way to her, sliding in embarrassment across the ice. A smile would commonly trickle over her face at the sight of such things, but wounded and defeated, she'd made no change of expression, decorated cold and heartless, tired and beaten, ready to give up in silence submission.
They're an oddly built thing(though she can't say much when she herself is built badly), distorted and morphed into something she's unsure will fit them in the later years or is just made from puberty. Youth had a disgusting way of ruining the outer beauty.
While it was rude to linger in doorways without speaking up, the use of her voice seemed unneeded and obsolete. She could easily step out and not have to come back, to ignore his presence altogether.
Hobgoblin lets out a long, mournful sounding howl to announce their presence, responded with a stern glare and annoyance smothering him in their bond. A growl erupts from him, and with bloodied hide, torn hair, and broken spirit, Sikeax makes no effort to defeat him.
She lost the day that she let him attack her, breaking at the knees and falling to the ground, succumbing to his mercy.

OOC: Sorry for the wait!
@[Ashamin]

Hobgoblin is an arctic wolf with antlers for this thread as of the time being.
"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"

Sikeax;

i'm missing the beauty in your soul

The world was dying and it was taking everyone with it. It burned endlessly in the sky when the snowflakes fell like ashes, sprinkling down over a barren wasteland that was feared during the cold, dark, and seemingly endless months of the north. She loved it with all of her heart, but in Hobgoblin, the weight of depression that up-held Sikeax's weak heart was just too heavy for him.
He sank and sank and sank, drawing deeper into a part of his bonded that he wasn't ready to touch. She was impossible to move yet frail, as if her legs would break when he would go to push her along, scattering her glass pieces across the cold, slippery floor as her eyes stare into the tunnel. Something deep down pines, fucking begs that she too could be alone in this place to mourn the loss of her inner fight and what she had given up for a better life, but the stranger stops that.
Hobgoblin's selfishness almost gets the better of her when she wants to scream at him to leave. The stranger simply wants to be alone and she can't blame him when she, some place deep down, wants to know what it feels like to be truly alone, to sit in the dark and not have her horn's light to guide her back to life like a lighthouse in the fog. She wants to let her ship hit the rocks against the cliffs and drown, but drowning can't ever happen because she can breathe in the deep.
He cries one more time, setting a stone into place that she feels she might need to apologize over later. That part of her memory was yet to be introduced to him. How to deal with these emotions is foreign, and while his mind is young and willful, strong with his personal drive high, it strikes him down.
"We are never alone." Shallow and cold. Empty and broken, emotionless and soft. Every one of those words fit the description of her voice, acting as if it takes the embodiment of a dull knife. Her tail sweeps about her hind legs to shoo away mere ghosts of dead flies that died even before the season started. The earlier sound of his tail hitting the wall had pushed her back out into the open as Hobgoblin rests, five eyes altogether watching whoever it was meld into the wall of the north.
"When you die, you become one with the earth and people walk all over your grave like you're no one. Animals will tear apart your corpse and stick around you for days. Maybe you'll drive away your species at the scent of your decay, but that doesn't mean what wants to feed off of you will want to stay away."
Blue eyes shift as paws strike the floor carefully, watching as her brother tries to find the right place to step before going on towards the stranger, looking for some sort of solace against Sikeax's thick chest and hot lungs.
The air she breathes is hot when all around it's cold, burning the inside of her lungs. The blood in her veins doesn't even feel like it's there anyone. She stands and fades into the landscape with nothing but her words.
"You need to accept that isolation is only for those that bury themselves in the deep snow and freeze."
Hypocrite.
Finally, she makes some sort of movement towards his general direction, pushing in the cave to follow her bonded, being there only to assure that the malevolent ways of the beast wouldn't get the better of him in a time of darkness. The temperature inside is more pleasing. Light that which she sheds fills the room and ignites the walls, expressing a light show that announces her presence like a beacon.
"I'm sorry for intruding into your space."
He's won, finding the right vein to pump a sort of benign sensation of annoyance and disgust, possibly selfishness into her, that later on she'll come to regret in a new way of self-loathe that occurs alone in her current home, buried into the ocean and attacking every wrong that she's preformed since the previous wave.

OOC: What even is this side of her
@[Ashamin]
"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"

Sikeax;

i'm missing the beauty in your soul

Sikeax was a woman who could always be careless, to shift into the drift that was what the cold and heartless, to tell everyone just to fuck off without dare a second thought. But by some sort of tragic irony, her occupation within the world threatened her with all sorts of heartbreaks, whether they be death, mental deformities of all sorts, or just the cry that pleads for help after something dark inside the world has enough brute force, teamed with the ability to slaughter and wound through words or through attacks, and the motivation to do such harm all come together to make the end result on what might have been only been an innocent being.
But what would be the world if there wasn't someone to twist and alter minds? Someone had to be aware of every fault in mankind, to add a new reason on the ever-growing list of reasons to die.
Corpses have it simple; you should know this by now. A corpse does not have to worry or think. The dead lived in a state of bliss that Sikeax would gladly drink the poison of the world to take part in.
A selfish move altogether, something to beat herself over again in the night, but then again, she and the rest of the world was already taking sips at that poison. They passed the cup to and fro, drinking each time they thought of all the impurities they could do upon each other.
They drink the whole cup when they attack upon them, drowning their victim in the poison.
She's tired of caring, let's make that the point.
Whatever he chooses to act upon, her eyes trail his depressed, mournful appearance and the slouch in his gait, the dip in his spine and the whimper that slowly slips from his mouth in the same lazy style that water trickles down an old stream dotted with rocks.
In unison, the pair jump, a yip sweeping the area shortly as Hobgoblin leaps upon his feet. Sikeax halts with a heavy lurch backwards, shifting her weight into her hind legs and stamping one front hoof as her tail, once calm and collected, thrashes behind her.
It's not a fight that she's looking for. Fighting was not her thing. Hector had shown her that in the past, trying to seem like she was actually something her family could be proud of dare war come to them, only to make herself a fool and embarrass herself before someone she really loved and cared about. He was one of her best friends and her shoulder to lean on, her protector and provider of self esteem.
How could she even dare let herself be this way?
Face to face with her stranger, a slow, ebbing sensation of threat kisses her lips, pushing against them and smoldering her. Hobgoblin this time around isn't prepared for an act. His bonded, his safety, their safety now stands at the mercy of some disgusting beast. He knows that they are in trouble, but she is so far away and out of his reach that he can't grab her emotions when she unintentionally pushes him away.
Her space is now being invaded by the smaller male, watching with stone-cold, dead eyes as he rears to meet her height. Anyone who knew Sikeax on a personal basis could tell you without a second thought that she wasn't the type to assert dominance, but at a time like this, it's a whole new story.
For once, she's made the choice to take no one's shit.
A step to made forward, snorting loudly as his twisted and gnarled horn pressed into her sunburn-scarred nose, throwing her chest out as the temptation to rear(something she's only done a few times before in entire life) fills her chest. Hobgoblin snarls as if to add emphasis to her show of dominance.
It's finally enough as she collects on her hind legs, rearing up above him. She only wants her space, and now invaded and forced into a position to use her hated size against him, it's the only way out.
She doesn't strike out to him nor cry out in war as she crashes back down to earth. Her hooves pummel the earth once. The ice, unbroken and quiet, refuses to crack between the pair's show of might.
He rambles and she listens just as he has done for her in the past. Touch slices her skin, building up the rare feelings of rage as it continues, insulted and driven on by some sort of need to prove that she isn't made to walked over.
A quick feeling of being liquid physically fills her as Hobgoblin changes shape, finding his wings and spreading them wide, flaring them so that his size is exaggerated, screaming in the process to let what he see's as a challenger know that he is very much willing to do what Sikeax will not do.
He's flying within seconds, soaring towards the painted stallion colt with talons outstretched and teeth wide, intending to grab, bite, and scratch whatever he can get a hold of. Nothing is done on Sikeax's end to halt his attack in fear of what he might do to her in return.
"Then why are you here?" She questions with the same tone used before, standing in the cave and watching him make his escape to the outside, followed by Hobgoblin's desperate need to pay vengeance upon the stranger.
There is nothing else worth giving him.

OOC: Why do you do this to me ;-;
So much muse and such new sides of Sikeax.

Hobgoblin is a Wyvern from this post on.

@[Ashamin]
"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"

Sikeax;

i'm missing the beauty in your soul

For the first time in her entire sorry excuse of a life, she finds what it feels like to be top dog, to be on top and in control. She knew what the leads felt when their herds gathered before them at their call and how strong and powerful it must of felt in their hearts when they chose to raise their voices high into the sky and give information and orders.
All of that power, and she hates it with all of the years that fill an enternity. She is Sikeax, a weak girl struggling to find her place within the body of a woman and to live her dreams to the highest when the weight of one dream is as heavy as the whole world, placed solely on her heart and shoulders. Sikeax has no heart to bully and to rise up above others in a cruel way that it strikes fear in the eyes of others.
As Sikeax, her heart crumbles and begs for forgiveness for what she has just done.
Her actions were Hobgoblin searching for a hate vein she doesn't own. She cannot be Hobgoblin. Hobgoblin is a beast, a monster, a show of raw power with all the drive to flaunt it before the eyes of every spectator in the universe. Hobgoblin is who makes the selfish acts and thinks only of himself, who isn't scared to bully and rise above all others to be the king.
She needs to be Sikeax and only Sikeax.
She needs to apologize, but where is the apology at? Where are even the words that build the apology? Hobgoblin's hatred is so strong that she's fallen mute inside her true self.
Fear strangles her when she see's him buck, Hobgoblin recoiling with a cry of terror and horror, snapping outwards when the tail comes to hit him. He reaches and yet misses, finally accepting his fate when Sikeax's hand reaches his, drowning in the emotions that tell him she loves him and worries for his life as of the time being.
"Don't hurt him." Her voice is cold and shallow, broken into soft whispers as her eyes swell with tears. "Please."
She makes so many promises to grow some strength and courage, yet here she begs for mercy as wounded eyes turn to her and burrow into her chest and soul. Kindness was not something she was ready to give, and there he stood, looking for it with dark eyes.
Hobgoblin gives a long hiss as he swings back around to Sikeax, wrapping talons into her forelock. Squeaks flutter from his lips and dip into her ears. The boy(for she cannot call him a man just yet) offers weak nips upon her ears as if to remind her that he is okay, to stop the tears she's so close to spilling at the very thought, almost the sight of losing him when she hasn't had him around long enough to know exactly how important he was.
She lets go of one tear in bittersweet, heart-wrenching joy through the bites, trying to ignore the pain and the slow, small bleeding cuts he leaves behind with each mark.
He's all I've got.
The silence is shattered like broken glass, raw feelings dripping from the hole in her chest as he speaks. A needle and thread to stitch up the wound would be comforting at this point, but she can't search in her medical book of a brain on how to fix the issue. She's only done it for others and not once for herself.
"Nothing is a grave. If you abandon something because there is nothing there, then you haven't given it a chance to start over new where it can grow into a beautiful garden. You gave up on it before you even thought of giving it the second chance it needed."
She chokes down a sob and tries to lock away the tears before she speaks again. "It might not of even been a grave when you left it behind."

OOC: I got feels.
Why this, Jen, why
@[Ashamin]

"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"

Sikeax;

i'm missing the beauty in your soul