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[OPEN] The Birdman

Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah

get up, get out, get away from these liars
'cause they don't get your soul
or your fire

The last day of Orangemoon was not far when Mesec finally arrived in the Secret Grove, the one land that he had been meaning to visit for the entirety of the season but that he had failed to get to. He was supposed to patrol here and he had been caught up in so many other things. One of those things clung to his back now, nested comfortably in the feathers and bits of hair that he had collected to make a small nest for the tiny little bird. Tiny now, he wondered just how big the baby bird was going to get. The zephyrs that he had seen so far ranged widely in how large they were. Would the four winged royal grow into something magnificent? Beautiful?

Right now, all it was nothing more than a mess of down feathers and the need to chirp every time it saw Mesec. For now, though, the bird was asleep - he hoped. He had decided not to fly across Helovia for fear of it dropping off, and teleporting seemed less dangerous but with enough potential for mishaps that Mesec thought it would be best to just walk. So he had arrived late to the Grove but he didn’t mind - the lengthy trip meant he could avoid being back in the Throat for a little while longer and, hopefully, avoid Ampere a little while longer as well.

It was too late now to give back the gift he had been received and he had to admit, although there was a small flicker of guilt, the idea to turn away at the sight of the egg had not been in his mind nor had that changed when the little chick had hatched.

And now, their bond feeling stronger every moment, Mesec knew there was no turning back. He would see this through - he would not fail in this task.

It was early morning as they arrived and as Mesec wandered slowly along the shore of the small lake, he realized how funny it was to think of himself in a pair. Suddenly all his thoughts were pluralized and it could be like this for the rest of his life. He was part of a they. A very new pair, but a pair nonetheless. He wished now that he had asked more questions of Roskuld when he had come across her and Chico for the first time, or any of his other friends with companions. With luck, Mesec would get the chance to ask all those questions soon.

For now, the sleeping chick hidden among the feathers of his large black wings, the horned demigod walked peacefully through the autumn morning mists - silver eyes bright and alert even as his thoughts bounced between dozens of different topics.
mesec & lucius

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Knox Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

He is, for once, himself again.

He has concluded his journey well enough. Out of order, perhaps, maybe skipping one or two places, but close, damn, enough. And he is tired, now--tired of the murder and the intrigue and the lying and deception, and for once he wishes to rest in his own form.

Knox, the hunter, is once again in control. Manhattan trails behind him, dejected and obedient, the perfectly disgruntled companion. Let her master make as many foolish mistakes as he wishes, she will know better than he. She circles him aimlessly, restless, and enters the water in the center of the grove for only moments before leaving it. Let's go, she hisses to her master. She is bored and impatient with Knox; she wants to distract herself, and she wants to hunt. Aren't you the hunter? Manhattan has no time for his emptiness and his upset. Didn't you decide to be a murderer again? Commit.

It isn't that Manhattan wants her master to be a killer once more--it isn't that she wants him to be anything but who he is, which is so rare now with his forms much more often taking over. But now he is Knox, standing tall in his friesian physique and sporting the dappling and glowing white bridle of his ancestry. But if he's going to commit to this blood and gore thing, she at least wants a piece of it: fair and square. They are bonded, and what is his is hers, too. Let the retriever have her share of the spoils.

Manhattan is hungry and bored. She tried, in vain, to catch fish between her black and muddied paws.

Beside her, the hunter stands still and in disbelief. He is broken, unable to accept that this has become his fate. Aylin is gone, his companion despises him, his Goddess has left him, and now... now, coming through the wood, revealed by a parting of the misty veil, is his only friend left in all of Helovia, and he is no longer sure he can trust him.

It's Mesec. Looking for all the world like he is a teardrop of the Moon Goddess himself, the same Goddess who Knox knows has abandoned him. The hunter doesn't know what to do or what to say. He just stands there, legs quivering, heart shaking, mind unsure of itself. Manhattan, having taken note of her bonded's change in mood, looks up at the stallion striding forth. Ah yes, she thinks, her tone obnoxious, her heart unsympathetic, Mesec. She hopes uselessly this will change something in her master's mind, if it, if nothing, can reach his heart.

His voice comes out a rasped whisper, as he calls to the other ("Mesec...") his eyes brimming with hurt. He feels betrayed and abandoned, and yet he has no right, not even to speak the words he does now ("Mesec, is that really you?"). And at the same time, in that same moment, for the first time revealed as himself in this wretched land where he was born, he wants to reach out and touch his friend, to know that the both of them are real.


[[I screwed up a bit and cause of timelines this has to be in frostfall for Knox, so I'm just... not gonna mention the seasons too much. Sorry for the wait on this, Sarah. @[Mesec]]]

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Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
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