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the Rift
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[OPEN] Border of the Hollow
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06-06-2015, 07:15 PM
 Stationed to patrol the pillars for the next shadow lengths, Ampere had trained her gaze upon the horizon that laid beyond their herd, beyond the ocean's teeth. She spent the time practicing various aeriel maneuvers, keeping herself fit while she whittled away the hours, not to mentioned she needed some sort of break here and there to maintain focus and just general eyesight. New soldiers had a tendency to over-watch (if they weren't lazy), and bored their eyes over the ocean until they couldn't see anything for a while. So she saw him, there across the sea, looking for something that no longer was. She did not go at first, but cut across the sky and watched, wondering at his purpose as she let it unfold. He could be so many things though, that it wasn't worthwhile to try and guess them all; although he didn't look threatening now, could he be? Always Ampere thought with the bitter paranoia all warriors hold dear. As his frame lingered on the shore, hers did not. Dark wings carrier her like a gull across the strip of water and salt, circling above on the other side, once, twice, before banking down to land in the sand near him. "Hail stranger," she called out casually, not so on edge with sea set between them and the herd. "The Dragon's Throat meets you- what needs have you of it?" She tilted her head, eying the strange, thing armor that he wore on his head. It didn't seem very protective to her, but maybe it was magic, like her little shield.   Tag me only if starting a new thread. Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
It's comforting to know that she is away from everything else, alone with no one else but her brother. He keeps her company in a cold, distant sort of way, parting from her side at various times to find things she has no interest to.
sam howzitWhen he flies away, she dives. The ocean is an endless world without limits. Each time she went down, there was something new to discover, eagerly flooding Hobgoblin's mind with images that his absence leaves him unable to experience. Nothing spills from him. She has nothing to grasp when he cuts her off, possibly out of anger that she even dare send him things such as that. If he wanted to go down there with her, then he would of already. He choose not to drown, to crown himself the emperor of their two-man empire, stating that he is the smarter one when he is the youngest of the two, running the risk that he is naive to the world. Sikeax's emotions are so heavy and brutal, so passionate and untameable, that it's aged him to a man when he is just a boy. He loathes in the pool of her depression, force-feeds her his rage, snarls at her selfish acts as if he is the Devil and she is God, waging eternal war against one another. They're not made for each other, sentenced to life in co-existance like criminals who've done the worst of crimes to one another. Right now, she's so far away that he feels that she is no longer part of the world, buried deep into her own special spot where even he can't pull her out. The ocean is too deep, and in the time that she is away from him, the beaches are at least worth following. For the duration of his flight, there is nothing but sea and sand, the occasional rise that he follows, once a swarm of gulls. For all the time that passes, he's wasted it all. She breaks. Hooves push themselves onto sand with a groan, shivering as the cold air finally hits her like a brickwall. Water streams until it drips, falling into the ground below and soaking it. The low flapping of wings brings her back into reality as she shakes, leading into a quick sweep of the skies for whatever might be up there. A shadow soars by, once, twi- Hobgoblin breaks her focus as his talons clench into her hide, clinging to her body for a short amount of time before that feeling kisses her wet body. Paws slap the sand beside her. By this point, she should be used to his changes, the choices he makes without even a second thought directed in her direction, all of those things, but for a foreign reason, every time he makes himself something new, she has to stand and admire. The admiring leaves her to be abandoned, watching as his fresh form walks away to whatever has attracted him. He drags her into her personal hell, soon enough surrounded by a stranger and Ampere. Not to believe that there was an issue with Ampere, but the fact that strangers had deployed themselves at the border was bad enough. She squints through the light of her horn only for a moment to try and focus on the body of the pale stranger, tilting her head at the sight o f the object wrapped about his head. What purpose did the ornament even hold? Was he trying to make himself a unicorn when he clearly wasn't? "What is that?" As the question bursts from her lips, the reminder that saying something as such could pass off as rude dared to tap her on the shoulder and whisper into her mind to watch her words. "Is that your horn?" Well, it was at least worth asking about it. OOC: GASPS FOR AIR first post in forever forgive me Hobgoblin's current form is a white wolf, brown antlers, pupilless green eyes "talk"
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