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[PRIVATE] Caveman in a Cave [dream]

Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#1
He was a shadow, moving over the snowy terrain at the dead of night. The sky was cloaked in black dusted with ivory constellation, beautiful yet tonight it was somewhat eerie. The titan would have gone unnoticed but his ebony coat was outlined by the pale light of a blue-hued moon that seemed to be just a sliver, a thin crescent that hardly illuminated his surroundings, only allowing rough highlights and shadows where the ground dipped or rose. He moved with no purpose, a lazy wander. These lands were not familiar to the dark man, thus he chose to go slowly, to fully take-in his surroundings. Temperatures had begun to dip as he continued on, eyes scanning his surroundings, looking out as far as possible. Something caught the black stallion's attention and in response he halted, cranium rotating to the left on a muscled neck. Gaze peeled from the faraway horizon now looked at a decently sized cave. The cold bite of Frostfall air hadn't fazed him, as he was greatly protected from it by a thick, shaggy, layer of fur. What had taken a sort of toll on him were his weary muscles. The bulging muscles in his body cried out with every step as weariness took over his large frame. Turning towards this cave, he forced himself onwards, marching towards the inhabitable shelter.

Halting by the entrance, his muzzle reached outwards, into the darkness of the cave. His brain registered the scent of horses, none of the scents familiar. Snorting, he shook his head, his muzzle reeling back inwards, hanging low as he moved into the cave. His hooves slid slightly across the ice with every step he took. The beast had been tested in environments like these and quickly adjusted to the new type of ground. As his eyes adjusted to the new darkness, he found himself entrigued by the simplicity of the cave. The ground was composed of ice, though it was far from pristine. There were chips scattered all over, most likely from a multitude of hooves, the walls of the cave were slick with water, the ice partially melting due to the proximity of his body and the warmth that radiated off of him. A misty exhale was released from velvet nostrils as he felt himself relax. The stud was not tired, no, his legs just needed a quick rest before he would head south to warmer parts of Helovia.

Enna - take your time, i know you said you were busy !! I just wanted to get this up now <3

Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#2
something filled up my heart with nothing


Dusk had come upon you with little warning.

You had finally satisfied your curiosity, traveling to the shore of ice and the bluest waters you had ever seen. It had been a long time coming, since the last breath of autumn that you intended to do such a thing. Within your excursion you had also managed to find a couple of the plants that you had seen stockpiled in your caves, and with little else of a choice, you still carried them within your mouth, their bitter taste thick upon your tongue. But it is the cold, not the taste of the herbs, which is your biggest adversary. Though your coat, like many others, had grown in thickly over the last couple of months, you shiver against the frigid night air.

It was not often that you could be spied out at night, especially the last few weeks with temperatures dropping further than you had ever experienced in your rather short life. You suppose this is another thing you would just have to get used to. Dark had crept up on you with what seemed like little warning, though you had no one else to blame but yourself for you too entrenched in the spectacular archways of the glaciers, the near barrenness of the coastline; different, like so many things in this place have been so far, to notice the sun slipping beyond the horizon.

It is then that the sound of something else moving amongst the blackness catches your attention, freezes you in mid-stride, eyes straining to see something, anything, and still hoping that you wouldn’t. Moments still you wait, though your sense of smell is encumbered by the musk of the weeds between your teeth. When nothing else catches your attention you proceed quietly, if not a little faster than you had deigned appropriate before, careful as to where you were placing your dainty feet. That is, until you can smell something both distinct and strong enough to overpower the earthy stench clogging your nostrils.

“I thought I heard somebody.” A greeting through a mouthful of grass, whether or not he understood you hardly of consequence. You smile as you always do, inviting yourself closer to the small ice-cave with not a single thought to whether he would want your company or not, slight body looming in the entrance. He is much larger than you, you note, the color of his skin dark as Indian ink. Strange, feathery appendages sprout from his shoulders, causing you no end of curiosity, but you find it in better taste to hold your tongue for now. Helovia had introduced you to no shortage of strange things, things you had learned about in time.

It is then that you drop the plants that you had been carrying into a neat pile beside you, looking back up to a face clad in alabaster from under long, long lashes. “Do you live here?” I mean, in The Basin?”

@[Caleb]♥
sorry for the mixture of the wait/quality. c:


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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#3
The scent of a foreigner wafts into the shadow man's nostrils, causing them to tremor in response to the invasion of this feminine scent. Orbs scan around the entrance, catching sight of a lithe mare composed of hues of chocolate. He assumed she would continue walking to wherever she was going, but he was sure she had caught his scent which no doubt smelt like forest and salt. Brow furrows when she makes her way towards the entrance, wondering what she seeks out of his presence. The dark titan is cloaked in shadows and secrecy, cold exterior firmly in place as she enters the cave, offering a smile that seems anything but guarded. Eyes glance at her antlers and thoughts flicker to his own horn and he quietly wonders if she could deal more damage with her antlers than he could ever do with his simple, curved, lone horn. Her voice filters from velvet lips and his ears twist on his cranium to better listen to her over the howl of the wind. Cranium rotates on his muscled neck and settles when she is in the center of his view, no longer having to watch the mare from the corner of pupil-less orbs.

Though muffled by whatever hangs daintily in her jaw, her words still register in his mind. His gaze is intently focused on her dual-colored eyes, a trait he had never seen before, a trait he found intriguing and appealing. He takes note of her supple, feminine curvature, and determines that she is attractive. At his side, neatly folded wings relax slightly, primaries grazing the icy floor as she places what appears to be weeds adjacent to her fore-hooves. Behind his hulking form, his tail writhes like a snake, slapping back and forth, icy floor dampening the fan of ebony feathers that replace the tassels on an average leonine tail. Watching her carefully with scorching gaze, he notes the markings that adorn the base of her slender neck. She questions him, filling the silence he had allowed to drone on. Do you live here? I mean, in The Basin? Misty breath leaves his maw as his lips part, words ushered forth in a deep, baritone voice. "I do not. I have only recently stumbled upon Helovia, and have chosen to remain unaligned for the time being." Caleb finds himself wondering the same thing about her and after a short pause adds, "Do you?"

She watches him through long, thick, lashes, something he might've normally found alluring, but the stallion was distracted as he noted the structure of her face, realizing that she may be around his age. The thought of finally finding someone around his age, no less a mare, was exciting. "I am Caleb," he offered, wondering if she'd give offer her name. Roughly, he shoved his ivory snout outwards and towards her, whiskered maw attempting to bump against hers as a sort of greeting.

@[Enna]

Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#4
something filled up my heart with nothing


I do not. I have only recently stumbled upon Helovia, and have chosen to remain unaligned for the time being.’ Strange. Somehow it hadn’t dawned on you when Arah found you to do anything but follow her back home, to do your best to make it work despite your misgivings, your lack of knowledge about such things as herds. Before your thoughts are even finished he speaks again, posing a question this time. “Yes, as one of the healers.” You beam, quite proud of the usefulness you would possess in time, despite your relative lack of knowing now. You are suddenly very glad for your willingness, your thirst, to learn.

“But I’m new to Helovia, too.” A thousand questions about the boy and where he had been before, why he chose to stay alone in this apparently new land swim through your head but your mouth remains still, curved into that supple smile. You do not suppose this is the time or place to be asking such things, and, not wanting to hit a soft spot, you dance around the matter entirely, nearly thankful when he offers his name.

You are less receiving, however, when his muzzle jets out towards you, stumbling backwards, away from the teeth you are certain will follow the action. When nothing of the sort happens, you simply stare for a moment, gathering your composure, and despite your better judgment, your lack of trust in yourself, you press your delicate muzzle to his finally. An excited shiver runs along your spine, your stomach tying up in knots as your gaze lifts to meet his, the soft skin of your muzzle tingling at the touch. It is enough to threaten to crush you, devour you, and you pull away, breathing quietly into the wind. “Enna.”

You had never cared about boys, never felt anything around them or cared what they thought, never felt more nervous than your usual nervous, and yet… studying his face you feel the same spark, finding yourself wondering if he felt it too. You can only attribute it to growing up, something you had never wanted to do despite the inevitability. This time you wouldn't be the one to chicken out. With a sigh you motion to the nothingness next to him, weight shifting on your slender limbs. “Would you mind some more permanent company?”

That is your style, isn’t it: making things as awkward as possible.

@[Caleb]


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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#5

The antlered mare reveals that she is one of the Aurora Basin members and has taken the profession of healing. It becomes apparent to the hybrid that this small mare is the very opposite of himself. She seeks to heal and he seeks to obliterate, to destroy his opponents on the battlefield. Caleb, though primal and uncut, still understood the necessity of her job. He knew she would see horrible things and attempt to heal them away, and sometimes she would succeed. Other times, she'd be left wondering, If I had just done it differently, maybe that horse would still be alive. It is confusing and frightening to be a healer, yet rewarding in many ways. That is why there are more warriors and spies than healers, because being a healer is one of the scariest things. Did she regret becoming a healer? After a moment, she announces that she is new, too. He doubts he is as new as she is, and perhaps he shouldn't be categorized as new at all. But then again, this all seems pretty damn new to him. When he came here, it felt as if the world was moving in super speed and he was stuck in slow motion, desperately trying to keep up. However, now he finds himself going the same pace as the world around him, finally learning about the things he should've learnt right after joining. Large cranium shakes vertically, nodding his approval at her profession (not that she really even needs it).

Their conversation stalls as he thrusts his whiskered jaw towards hers, only for her to shy away. Steel eyes watch her carefully, debating withdrawing his muzzle and accepting the rejection. Yet something in her eyes, a flash of something, tells him not to, that she is fearful more than appalled, that if he waits she'll push her velvet snout to his. Eventually, she does. Her breath mingles with his, stirring together in a cloud of warm, ivory, mist. His spotless orbs are unblinking, locked in her gaze. Only now does he notice the allure of those thick lashes that hide her irises like a veil. When she blinks, those lashes swoop downwards like a pair of wings, hiding her vibrant gaze for a moment before parting and showing him once more these fascinating orbs. Those eyes glanced at him, unmoving, and ensnared him from that moment in a net of intrigue. The moment fades as she pulls away, leaving him to question the gesture, had a nose bump always felt so damn intimate?

Caught up in thought, he almost misses her name. She speaks much like him, quietly-- her voice drifting along with the current of the breeze, delivered in only that way to his ears. If there were no breeze, no wind to carry her words, would he still hear her? "Enna," he muses quietly, "is a lovely name." Gaze flits over her body, taking note of her ivory tresses that move like a silken banner, her sloping shoulders and small barrel, her hooves that split into two parts-- cloven, the way her coat fades into ebony at her legs and nostrils, and the effortless way her words leave her tongue. Her expression is pleasant, with an inkling of cordiality and kindness, while the soft glimmer of her lucid eyes betrayed the curiosity and the intrigue.

Her words ring into the cave and his ears rotate forwards to listen, interested. The dark titan had come for solitude, just him and his thoughts, but Enna was here now and it seemed all he suddenly desired was company. "Join me," he starts, side-stepping towards the wall, creating space for her near his right flank. He had created space, yes, but not that much space. Though he kept a straight face, inwardly he was smirking. She could either stand next to him, most likely about a half a yard away from him (close, but not touching), or she could continue standing where she is now. If she moves beside him, there was a good chance she'd feel his appendage on her flank, for Caleb would not just stand near her with no physical contact. Maybe though, she would love the feel of his soft wing at her flank, tickling her side, softly and carefully, beckoning her closer.

he's a dark road with lots of dangerous curves,
but when the sun goes down he's one hell of a ride

@[Enna]

Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#6
something filled up my heart with nothing


'Join me.'

Join me, he says, and you comply, moving from the gusting wind, the chill you hardly felt anymore to the comfort of his side, your nose brushing past his shoulder as you settle. Whether this is on purpose or not you cannot tell, and your eyes train to his alabaster face, the bulk of the rest of his body heavy near yours. At the slight touch of his wing your skin shivers, a breath expelling shakily with the weight of intoxication heavy on your young heart, wild mind. With just an ounce of courage you press the weakness of your body to the strength of his, the touch enough to knock the air from your lungs, the surety of standing from your limbs.

Gently you press your lips to his cheek, ghosting down along the thick muscles of his neck, breathing slowly, deeply, trying desperately to memorize every subtle curve, the feel of him, so, so close. His warmth you find addicting, the smell of earth and pine and him the only thing you know, your head swimming; your body, heart, soul aflame, burning with a fire that could consume the world, outshine the sun, a thousand times over.

It is then that the thought of him feeling nothing infects whatever this is, swallowing your bravery, piercing your heart, leaving you feeling so terrifyingly vulnerable. "Caleb——" defenseless, naked, soft as a bird's wing on the window, but so very heavy. It is then that you pull away, nearly stumbling from your haste, the void that opens between you more cruel than you could have imagined, your heart raw and aching, still quivering within a sea of emotions that you do not understand. You look to him then, eyes full of questions and accusations, all of your fears.

@[Caleb]


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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#7

Obediantly, she moves to his side. The warmth from her body is soaked into his own. This closeness... it's not enough. He wants more. He needs her warmth everywhere. The feeling her body leaves on his is scorching, a burning ecstasy that dances inside of him. His walls, they're crumbling, breaking, falling. He is crumbling, breaking. The feeling is the equivalent to a dark cloak with pinpoints of starry light bursting through. Adrenaline rumps through his veins, igniting a fire within. The velvet against his cheeks tickles, reinvigorates. The stone-cold burns tonight, alive from the touch of a maiden.

Hidden beneath the rubble from broken walls, is fear, love, so much. It threatens to devour and conquer him. It takes control, moves him in weird ways. Suddenly, the dark stag has no idea what to do. On the inside, chaos. His exterior remains poised, calm, soohisticated even, but within is something foreign and uncharted. The only thought flowing through his changed mind, What the fuck is happening to me? I hate it. Deep within, he loves feeling this. Feeling love and hate and happiness and so much more. He's a cornucopia of feelings. His mind tries to desperately build walls back up, hide feelings, wear the cold facade. She pleads his name, and through the haze of his emotions, he still hears it, her feelings. Enna turns his name into a plead, soft and perhaps shy. So shy. He feels shy, suddenly very embarrassed of recent things he's done. She resists him, moving away, her warmth fades, leaving him utterly and disastrously confused.

"Don't leave.." he whispers, words laced with who the fuck knows. The shadow man's cold armor facade has a hell more than a scratch, it's gone, leaving him both vulnerable and volatile, aggressive even. Dangerous, dark, mysterious. He is laced with poison now, emotions controlling his every movement, making him a puppet. Still, with all this new warmth that enveloped him, he became distant, body language closed-off, guarded even if he was at his most exposed. She watches with accusation, and though Caleb's maw opens, hoping to speak- nothing comes out. He felt like he was being pulled to her, as if her gravity was greater than the sun's. Eyelids flutter, eyes changing from slate grey to a molten silver. His tail began slapping back and forth, wild and erratic, expressing the wildness within. In all the hazy fog, he could still conjure up one string of thought. I'm totally fucked.

O-O weirdest post ever sorry bout that

he's a dark road with lots of dangerous curves,
but when the sun goes down he's one hell of a ride

@[Enna]

Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#8
something filled up my heart with nothing


Don’t leave…’

The implications behind the words permeate your skin.

“Why should I stay?”

But you already have the answer.

Your aching, confused heart longing for him, for the way it feels to be near him, you can only blink, your brows furrowing with the uncertainty you have never known before, and do not know what to do with. You would run, but just the thought of leaving him tears at your heart, roots your feet into place. You would follow common sense, that these things do not just happen in an instant, but yet it did. It is to him you look, searching for answers that you know he does not have, for an inkling of solidity, something to grasp on to. “Caleb,” You begin again, this time just a little surer of yourself.

“I don’t even know you,” Even as the words escape you, a feeble protest, your last efforts to guard your heart; you know that this does not matter. However foolish, however wrong, you cannot help but feel like you know some part of him that words could never express, that years of searching would never reveal. And so, you relent, a girl consumed. You do not notice the change within him, the roughness of his feathered tail whipping in the dark. You are too burnt, too fixated on the feelings rushing through you. “But this,” you pause, slowly closing the distance that all at once felt like nothing at all and yet much too much, your nose moving to press against his shoulder before the rest of your body follows, wanting nothing more than to be engulfed, despite the fear still screaming in the back of your mind. Fuck it – you would deal with the repercussions of whatever this is later. “this feels so right.”

@[Caleb]


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Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
Blu
#9
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 HP: 1100

Helovia Hard Mode

Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#10
It was intolerable. The intensity of her eyes. The intensity that is her. The fact that she's melted my cold facade to get me. My silver eyes fixed on her face, subtly noting the shadows that ran across her cheeks from her extravagant lashes. The way her forelock was illuminated by the little light from the moon and stars and and the light reflected off of our ivory surrounding, put my own tassels to shame. She is slight, tiny, miniature, dwarfed, but big in her own way. In the same way how Earth is gargantuan, but then you compare it to everything else in the galaxy and it suddenly seems so small and inconspicuous. She is that, but opposite. Comparing her to everyone around her makes her seem huge, bigger than Rexanna, bigger than Rei, Elsa, Hearth, everyone, not smaller in any way. She's beautiful, an intangible thing that makes me want her, want to have her, keep her, love, cherish, adore her. If we were human, I'd ask her to marry me and raise my children, keep her safe and love. Maybe she would cry while watching the channel four news because they told another story of someone dying and that got to her because she is innocent and loving and the death of a stranger has just as much impact as a loved one, because she cares, because the brief story of a murder-suicide tugs at her, and I have a burning desire to shield her from horrible things, to tell her it's okay, even if it's not, because I don't want her to cry, to feel pain, to know the horrors of the world. I want her to be happy.  Yet, I can't stop her from feeling pain, no mater how much I wish I could. This deep urge to protect and care and hold and protect more, it's primal and instinctual, and it feels right, feels like I need to give her this. Can I love her? Do I love her? Can I love? Do I love? I don't love Henrietta. I don't love Helovia. I don't love many things. I don't love anything, but En-- No, I can't say it, wont. I don't love. I hate and I fuck and I ditch and I do other stuff. I don't love.

I want to take her away. Take her somewhere secluded and talk. Learn what she loves and hates. I want to take her to a field of her favorite flowers and gallop through it with her. I want to fly with her, show her the power of the sky and teach her what I am, and what I like. I want to watch the corners of her mouth crinkle as she smiles, and I want to see tears brim her eyes after laughing so hard. I want to see the reaction I can cause in her, to know she feels equally to me as I do her.

Her eyes are beautiful, and behind these eyes are uncharted territories where secrets as dark and mysterious as the Black Sea may be. This is one of my reservations about her. Faith is when you close your eyes and follow, but I've never been a follower. I've never been anything, certainly not a follower. I've never led, loved, lost. I don't feel those things and I never had. I don't feel anything. I'm numb. So numb it hurts, throbs, like an aching wound. Would she be a dream, then a reality, then a memory? Rexanna had gone through that circle. She'd been a fuck, but then she wanted me to stay. I told her I would stay. I would stay. I won't stay, not for a whore, not for Enna. I never stay. It's not in my will to stay. I am a creature of nomadic tendencies.

"Why shouldn't you stay?" The validity of the question was solid, she'd been given no reason to leave, and even if she hated the magnetic energy between them, she shouldn't leave. Why? I am not sure, maybe it's because I don't want her to. Maybe I do want her to, so I don't have to feel this, feel anything. She claims she doesn't know me, but it feels like we've known each other centuries. It feels as if it was written in the stars, and if it wasn't written there, I'll certainly fly up there myself and write it in there with my own hooves. "Even if it's not right, I want it to be."


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