W I C K A The world was frozen in shades of whites, blues and greys. Trees stood bare, creaking and straining under the weight of the snow that covered them. All was quiet. It was in this winter wonderland that a figure moved swiftly through the trees, without sound. It was a lady, one that seemed to be made of snow, matching in colour and even in that bright, reflective glow. She carried on through the trees, leaving only faint tracks to be followed. But soon they too will be snowed over. She was sweating, and her flanks were heaving, but still she kept on trotting, determined to find something, anything. Finally she slowed, and came to a stop by a stream. She could hear it running, but a thin layer of ice coated the top. She gazed around puzzled. Never had she known a winter like this, never has she been so cold. Steam rose from her coat as she stood perfectly still, and when it seemed that she had become invisible, swallowed by the snow, she moved again. She carried on upstream, not bothering to be quiet as dead sticks and leaves under the snow crunched under her petite hooves. After a while she came to a part in the stream where a little waterfall was formed, and there was no ice. She lowered a half pink, half black muzzle and drank, but only a little, as the water was freezing. Her frigid form took off at a brisk trot once more, half of her face a dark stain in the endless white of the world. Once again she stopped, her horn as glossy as any glacier might have been, and pale blue pools scanned the landscape. She decided to wait there, next to the stream. And if no one came, or nothing happened, she would wait till the next day. She would wait for the next month, year, decade. She would wait. Maybe not always in the same spot, but she will wait still. Speech |
She does not trust your golden words.
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07-03-2015, 09:58 PM
07-04-2015, 07:21 AM
Tiamat A shiver runs the length of Tiamat’s spine, prickling her skin and tickling her bones. Frostfall is not particularly kind to a mare built like herself—hardly accustomed to the cold and harsh winds. But she can’t complain too much—the brilliant white of the snow, glittering beneath the sun’s luminous rays, is certainly a beautiful sight. Breathing in deeply, her chest swells with pleasure—pleasure with life. Deciding that she is too cold and restless to stay still for long, she kicks up her heels into a brisk canter, weaving her way through the woods of the Threshold. The wind whistles as it blows through the hollows of her horn, singing a poignant song that echoes in her ears. Bursting through the trees, the ocean mare forces herself to a halt, her flanks dipping low to the ground as she does so. With bright eyes, she watches as the momentum of her body sends a spray of snow spewing from her cloven hooves, reaching to land in little puddles on the thin ice of the stream’s surface. Tiamat giggles delightfully to herself, shaking her ornamented mane out as she strides to its snowy banks. “You look cold, brother,” the unicorn says with playful laughter in her voice, the white plumes of her breaths billowing out over the frozen surface as she lowers her muzzle to inspect it. A moment passes before—unexpectedly—a pink tongue flashes from blue lips to lick quickly over the ice-covered water. Why? Just, because—does there need to be a logical explanation for everything? (Now where’s the fun in that?) Jerking her head back at the bitter chill that suddenly stings her mouth, Tiamat snorts to herself, shaking her head and smacking her lips. “Well played, brother dear, well played,” one side of her brow rises in mock skepticism, but of course she can’t hold it for long and a smile breaks across her lips to light her features again. Flicking her generously-plumed leonine tail out behind her, the blue mare raises her head and allows her gaze to wander idly up the shoreline. She nearly misses the mare, perched not far away at the stream’s embankment—if it were not for slight movement (or the patch of black that she now distinguishes from the bark of the trees), Tiamat likely would have overlooked her altogether. Grinning and tucking her head in towards herself in the silent display of a decision, the ocean mare trots through the thick powdery snow, her movements as fluid as rain flowing over rocks. “Hi there!” She calls out to the stranger, coming to a smooth halt at her side and giving her a friendly smile, “Cold day, isn’t it? It’s a good thing Frostfall is so pretty.” Tiamat laughs lightheartedly, her wispy breaths billowing and white eyes roaming for a moment to the frosted woods around them. At least the sun is shining—lately, it seems like their days are darkened more often than not. “Mind if I join you?” Her tone is hopeful but nonthreatening; she understands the need for some alone time every now and then, although she personally wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a friend (or share body heat, in a season like this). notes; Welcome to Helovia! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged:) if you have any questions feel free to ask, I'm fairly new here myself but people are pretty helpful! tag; @[Wicka] “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
07-05-2015, 02:23 AM
07-08-2015, 05:40 PM
Tiamat The blue mare’s brow knits together in confusion when the other unicorn dashes away at the sound of her voice—as though she is frightened or alarmed by her approach. “Wait—!” Tiamat’s first instinct is to run after the white mare and assure her that she means no harm, that she wouldn’t dream of hurting anyone, but after a step or two she manages to catch herself. Perhaps charging after someone who flees from you is not the best tactic to assure them that your intentions are good; it might just make things worse. So even though her muscles are tense from the desire to follow, she remains lingering by the stream’s snowy banks, her pale eyes following the blur of the stranger. Her hopes are satisfied when the white mare slows and comes to a halt not far away, her slender frame erect as she turns and looks silently to Tiamat. The ocean mare smiles brightly at her. She doesn’t wholly understand the confusion that is on the stranger’s face, but she doesn’t dwell on it—her coloring would likely be one of the last things she’d consider odd in this bizarre world. As a child of the sky and a daughter of the ocean, it is only natural for her to inherit their sapphire hues. In any case, she has hardly noticed the difference. Her long leonine tail twitches out behind her, the smile on her lips broadening in its friendliness when the other mare accepts her company. “Thank you,” Tiamat says kindly, wanting to usher the stranger closer again—so childlike in her trusting of others, uninhibited in her acceptance and ignorant to the dangers that some strangers pose, her mind unable to conceive the dark possibilities. She assumes only the best intentions, and it is no different with the alabaster mare before her now. Is it not enjoyable to simply enjoy another’s company at times? When the other unicorn speaks again, her composed voice contrasting her rigid posture, Tiamat tilts her dainty ears forward. “Oh! Of course, I’m sorry,” the ocean mare laughs lightly to herself—how impolite of her to forget to introduce herself!—before tucking her head in towards her chest with a soft grin, “my name is Tiamat; I’m from the Aurora Basin. What’s yours?” Her white eyes twinkle merrily beneath the sun’s glowing light, not unlike the glittering snow that sparkles around them and through the wood. She doesn’t expect her newfound companion to recognize any names such as Aurora Basin, but she can’t be too hasty—for all she knows, this is not the stranger’s maiden venture into this world. With bright eyes she watches as the white mare advances close again, stopping where she had been before to lower her lips to the icy waters. Tiamat follows suit, her throat dry from the cold air of her run (and her mouth still stinging a little from her curious antics earlier). The water chills her stomach but feels good against her parched throat, and silently she thanks her brother for his kindness before raising her head to its natural height. “Are you new to Helovia?” The ocean mare inquires pleasantly of the white unicorn, her cheerful tone curious and nonthreatening. notes; Not a problem!:) tag; @[Wicka] “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
07-12-2015, 12:46 AM
07-12-2015, 03:56 AM
Tiamat The white wonderland of Frostfall envelopes the two mares in its icy grasp, exhaling its frosty breath down their backs. Tiamat shivers slightly against the cold, hesitating for a moment and looking to the other unicorn before shifting her weight a little closer. She doesn’t mean to be creepy or anything, but perhaps some proximity between them will help them bear winter’s weight. With an ear shifting she feels an icy drop against her forehead, and lifts up her face to her mother sky. Why it’s snowing! Or trying to, anyway. The blue mare exhales in a wispy breath, sighing blissfully before lowering her face. Tiamat has her dainty ears tilting forward again, her white eyes resting gently on the similarly pale mare, her blue lips twisting into a soft grin that quickly widens when her newfound companion introduces herself as Wicka. “It’s a pleasure of mine as well, Wicka,” the ocean mare assures her warmly, the soprano of her voice chiming through the air like the velvet shower of rain, welcoming and kind despite the cold and frigid beauty that surrounds them. That is her way, after all, to be so accepting and open to others—Tiamat knows no different, and does not wish to. She is blissfully innocent, like the first light of dawn, pure and bright as it pierces through the blackness of nightfall with its gentle beams. When the white unicorn inquires Tiamat smiles generously, her sparkling eyes brightening (if it is possible) from the talk of her homeland. However, her demeanor sobers just slightly when Wicka voices a second question. Tiamat shifts her weight, her cloven hooves crunching softly in the icy snow as she does so. “Honestly, this is my first winter in Helovia—or Frostfall, as it’s referred to around here,” the blue mare admits rather bashfully, sheepish that she can’t give more information and continues, feeling the need to explain herself. “I came across Helovia myself many years ago, but unfortunately had to leave for personal reasons. I’ve only just returned to the Aurora Basin at the beginning of the season,” her plumed leonine tail flicks out behind her, her confidence beginning to return and she stands comfortably once again. Tiamat will not lie to Wicka, of course, but possessing satin skin and a slender body herself (and growing to enjoy Frostfall), she hopes the white mare won’t be discouraged by the frosty weather. “Being in the mountains, the Basin gets rather cold, but I can assure you as a fellow friend not-built-for-the-winter that it isn’t unbearable—there are caves to take shelter in, fires to keep you warm, and hot springs to thaw your bones. It’s quite lovely, actually, and safe,” Tiamat breathes contentedly, nodding happily to herself. notes; I have family over, so I likely won't be able to reply again until sometime on Monday or Tuesday! (unless I manage to sneak away for a bit haha) tag; @[Wicka] “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
07-18-2015, 09:11 PM
07-20-2015, 04:43 AM
Tiamat At first, the ocean blue mare is worried that talk of the snow and mountains will discourage Wicka completely, however, all of her worries are dashed when the pale mare nods her head, seemingly appreciative of the information she has been told (and at least not appearing disheartened, if nothing else). Taking this as a good and promising sign, Tiamat’s smile becomes more prominent in her happy confidence. This feeling grows and blossoms in her breast when Wicka extends her muzzle to her. Understanding it to be a cordial, if not friendly gesture, the blue unicorn returns the offer, her warm breaths wafting in hazy white clouds as her skin brushes against the others. Tiamat loves making new friends—there is no doubt about that—and she does believe herself to be fortunate this day, finding a confidant in her newfound company, and what she hopes to be the budding of a new (and lasting) friendship. Perhaps that is why there is an illuminating light to her already bright eyes when Wicka suggests returning to the Aurora Basin. The blue mare’s heart leaps in her chest and she nearly feels as though she can fly—how wonderful it will be to not only share the beauty of her home, but to also have companionship on the journey! Wicka’s hopeful and silent plea is met with a jubilant and genuine delight. “Of course!” Tiamat exclaims happily, her slender body quivering with a whole new sensation that is not caused by winter’s cold frost. She shakes out her mane as the pale mare stretches, the shells and seaweed decorating her blue locks rustling and chiming against one another, adding a sound effect to the elation that brightens the unicorn’s cheerful gaze. “I wouldn’t mind a little warmth myself,” she giggles breathlessly, throwing her dainty head in an enthusiastic motion as if to beckon Wicka to her side, “follow me!” And with that, Tiamat is off, dancing blissfully through the snow. notes; Yay! I will make them a topic in the Basin! You just need to contact an admin to get Wicka's rank changed from unclaimed to outcast so you can post outside the Threshold:) (I'll try to see if I can track one down for you too!) tag; @[Wicka] “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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