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[OPEN] bodily branches [ AB patrol ]
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09-13-2015, 09:31 AM
09-20-2015, 02:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-20-2015, 02:40 AM by Tiamat.
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like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
Vaguely, wistfully, the ocean mare remembers this place—the Veins of the Gods. She had only come to this holy dwelling once before, briefly, not long after her initial arrival to the shores of Helovia (years ago now), and the memories play with her thoughts, dancing like the tendrils of smoke from a fire, murky and not quite within reach. She remembers seeing a deity here—the Goddess, even though her memories serve not to give her recognition now, only shifting hues of purple and black—but even so, there is no mistaking the sense of sacredness that surrounds this stone garden. Carefully, Tiamat presses forward, the click of her cloven hooves against the rock echoing out across the open air. For a moment, white eyes fall from the holy rocks and turn downward. Her father rushes below, a short inlet of his mighty waves beneath the bridge on which she stands, and feeling the whisper of his salty breath against her neck, she can’t help but smile. “Hello, Papa,” she whispers to him, the shells in her hair tinkling against one another, “it’s been too long.” For all her love of the Basin, Tiamat would only wish that her father could be closer—but her parents’ words, in that place between wakefulness and dreams, resonate in her mind. “We will never leave you. We will always be there…” Comforted by their closeness, the blue mare moves forward again, her eyes lifting as she nears the rocky island. “Wow,” Tiamat breathes, white eyes moving from the glowing blue streams to fall first on the four shrines. Her brow knits together at their crumbling state, each of them seemingly abandoned. She knows very little about Helovia’s Gods, curiosity stirring within her breast, questions bubbling to rest silently on her lips before her attention shifts again. There is a small cluster of trees not far from where she stands, the trees large and magnificent in their presence, dominating the rest of the island’s barren rock. Given her growing knowledge of herbs and sprigs from her studies in healing, the ocean mare can only imagine what creatures they must be to thrive in a place like this—what strength they must have. She feels proud to be connected to such brilliant and perennial beings of nature. But—she is not alone. At their base, she sees a stallion, as dark as the trees (she likely would have missed him, had it not been for the splash of gold to catch her eye). Her spirits brightening, Tiamat wanders closer to the stranger. She gives not thought for what dangers he might pose, or what cruelties he might be capable of (so innocent is she from the darkness), and smiles as graciously as ever as the distance between them diminishes. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Her singsong voice trickles through the air like rain trickles over rocks, not unlike the shells in her hair when she comes to rest at his shoulder. “Majestic,” her voice drops to a breath of awe. For a moment, white eyes wander upwards, trailing up the trees’ bark to their branches, laden heavily with their crimson banner—she can’t help but wonder if they would be so decorated in Frostfall as they are in Birdsong. An enigma she intends to figure out one day. Flicking her lion tail out behind her, Tiamat returns her gaze to the black and gold stallion, her smile broadening once more, “My name is Tiamat, I’m a Scourge for the Aurora Basin.” As is customary for her kindly nature, the ocean mare extends a velvety muzzle to him, offering to exchange breaths and touch cheeks in a friendly gesture. It is only normal for her to do so—in her beautiful world, she can’t imagine that he wouldn’t be anything but accepting. “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
09-20-2015, 01:04 PM
Tiamat has contracted GLL.
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Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying I need to do my job. She reminded herself as she trudged through the thoughts of having to patrol. She had never done it before, and nor had she ever been to the veins of the gods, so at least some part of this journey was going to be excited and worth-while. Her patrolling partner had left her early on, the black stallion seemed to always be putting his nose into something. She honestly could careless, the time alone was welcomed. Recently life for Zandora had become a canvas of jagged edges and deep, dark abysses. She was confused, broken, and pretty sure she was going mad. She had become numb to this consistence of tragedy, there were times that she couldn't hold the weight on her shoulders anymore, but most of the time Zandora simply kept going, only because that's all there was left to do. The sudden change of the atmosphere around her shocked her from her misery, eyes hastily scanning the new place. Her jaw dropped, the descriptions of this place couldn't come close to what her hooves stood on. The veins were covered with a blue aurora, azure lava seeping from the earth's pores. She let herself steep in the stunningness that was the veins of the Gods, allowing her patrol to pause for a moment, dedicating this silence to her desire to remember everything here. As she studied the volcanic rock and the glowing stones that laid scattered about, she noticed the four shrines. They were all crumpling and falling apart, she wondered then, who would've allowed the shrines to get this way? Was there not a crafter or mender who could've fixed the portrayal's of their gods? Perhaps fear stopped them, the God's were a powerful force, she knew, but still, it bothered her to see the God's representation in such a state. Hooves tread further on the warm soil, purple orbs constantly shifting through the layers of molten blue hues and charcoal terrain. She stumbles clumsily, the roots of the trees that loomed above her to be the blame. She laughed at herself, the silence broken by her chuckles. It felt wrong, to break the serenity and she quickly silenced herself again. Catching the black and golden hide of Rikyn and the blue colors of one she had never seen before, she sped up her touring pace to meet up with pair. She watched from a distance for a bit, allowing the two to finish with their casualties. The mare, Taimat, introduced herself and she was glad to hear that she was a member of the basin. When it seemed like a better time to join their company,Zandora dipped her head to the both of them. She hoped that the mare who seemed to be flooded with happiness didn't reach out to her, for she would simply get denied. Bleh, happiness. "Zandora" She said plainly, lacking any lifelike emotion, just like the empty shell she took residence in. "Talk?" No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
The ocean mare is delighted when the tall stallion returns her gesture of friendship, their warm breaths mingling in the moist, fresh air of Birdsong, whiskery muzzles brushing against one another in a warmth of companionship. There is a smile upon her lips when they withdraw, easy and brilliant as it reaches up to the brightness in her eyes. In her innocence, the blue mare can only assume that the dark stranger’s comparable grin is sprung from a similar happiness, a similar acceptance of their camaraderie (despite their unfamiliarity with one another). She cannot fathom the possibility of anything else, and is only too happy to oblige in his amiable smile. He soon speaks, a voice much deeper than her own (more like the hot rocks around them than the trickling of rain), commenting on the cluster of massive trees that rises above them. Tiamat’s gaze follows his up to their boughs, trailing along the crimson leaves as they dance about like ribbons in the breeze, catching the sunlight that halos them in a soft, fiery glow. The young mare hums in agreement, entranced by their majesty, for surely they are royals among trees. “You are quite right,” she muses softly, her smile fading to a gentle curve of wonder. Slowly her eyes fall from their branches to find that the stallion’s gaze has already settled on her again, and her grin broadens almost bashfully. “Nature sure has her own mind.” Tiamat knows this—she is a child of nature, after all, born from the vast depths of the ocean and risen by the sky. She loves nature for all of its power and wonder. With delicate ears tilting forward, she listens as the dark stranger introduces himself, and she nods graciously, but it is when he refers to their home that her eyes light up. “You’re from the Basin too?” It is an exclamation of delight, thoroughly elated to be given the chance to meet another one of her herd mates. Truly, making any new friend is a welcomed pleasure, but there is something about the fellowship of the snowy mountains, the camaraderie of the home that she holds so dear. “It’s a pleasure, Rikyn. I have found our home to be large and full of unfamiliar faces—I haven’t met nearly as many people as I’d like,” she shrugs her shoulders, but she can barely contain her enthusiastic smile and excited bubbling of her muscles. “It’s wonderful to be a part of though,” her love for their home is infectious. She cannot imagine living anywhere else—sure there might be a lot of unfamiliar faces, but she doesn’t speak of it as a bad thing. Quite the contrary! There are so many chances to meet new people, make new friends, that every day is an adventure. “How long have you lived in the mountains?” Tiamat inquires of him eagerly, the length of her tail curving in her happy anticipation. No sooner had her question slipped from her tongue, that she notices something else—someone else. “Hello!” The ocean’s child readily accepts the other mare into their little conversation, admiring the stranger’s beauty and oblivious to her reserved aloofness. “My name is Tiamat,” she smiles and bows her head in a dainty curtsy, not knowing how much of their conversation Zandora had overheard, having only noticed her moments before. “Are you from the Basin as well?” The inquiry is just as eager as before, her white eyes dancing beneath the sun’s light. notes; I'm so sorry for the wait! Been feeling sick and museless heh. “Speech.” @Zandora @Rikyn please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
10-20-2015, 11:37 AM
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10-29-2015, 12:03 AM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Bleh. Happiness. Zandora tried to hide the annoyance on her face as the azure mare exploded with bright lights and joys. Had this mare not had her eyes opened to life that surrounded her? Or did she somehow find a way to accept such darknesses that encompass this world? Zandora thought as her burrow furrowed. There had to be some source to her happiness, no one she had ever met was so easily excitable. Or maybe it was her, the devil's daughter had never experienced anything else then blood and betrayal. Her very bloodlines were coded for deceit, disaster, death. It was what she was, what she could only become. Zandora could fight, but for what purpose? It was sad, to know that the very word happiness would lose it's meaning if it was not balanced with sadness. It turned out, that sadness was the trickiest riddle of them all. It seemed that happiness had become completely void to her, the balance thrown off by the taunts and taints of her childhood. Would she ever get to experience what the mare so openly, so easily, obtained? Was it even in her reach? Stop she hissed at herself, she couldn't allow her to think this way. Zandora would prevail, she reminded herself that. Zandora gave the mare, innocent in her facade, a small smile. If the now named Taimat hadn't experienced the sours of life, Zandora would do her best not to give her a reason to start wondering. No one deserved the way she had become to be, expect for the mare born of the devil's hand. Rikyn answered for her, and she was glad to be spared the words. She bobbed her head, agreeing with the black. As well as giving him an understanding look, it wasn't a big deal to her, the time to herself wasn't unwelcome. Normally Zandora would've contributed to the conversation, but unless directly asked, she stood still like the shadow she was. Eyes holding a mixture of emotions about them that suggested her pain. Her silence became the loudest of screams. "Talk?" OCC: Fuck. I shouldn't write under my circumstances, I tried to spare y'all as much as I could. ..... No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
11-02-2015, 02:58 AM
like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
The mare’s tulip-shaped ears lean forward in unison, catching the depth of the stallion’s voice with a spark of excitement in her pale eyes, which is dampened for only the shortest of moments. “I don’t know who Erebos is,” she admits almost bashfully, only aware of her black Lord’s daughter, Lothíriel (despite his son being a particularly larger presence in their mountainous kingdom), although her voice is opened in an invitation for Rikyn to explain his mystery friend (there are many things that Tiamat is unaware of when it concerns her precious home—its prejudices, for one—among other dark, shadowy secrets that have thus far been kept from her innocent mind, too good and trusting to see her home as any different). Casting a brief glance downward before looking back to the black-brown male from beneath long lashes, the blue mare’s countenance brightens once more. “But born here!” She exclaims in breezy enthusiasm, her smile broadening across her lips, “That’s wonderful, I don’t believe I’ve met someone who’s been born in Helovia for…a very long time—that I know of, at least. What fortune to live in the land you were raised in!” She can’t imagine what that must be like. While the Aurora Basin has ever been the only home for her, she remembers waking on Helovia’s shores years earlier, knowing nothing of her existence prior to that momentous, blessed day. Releasing a wistful sigh to herself, the ocean mare shifts her attention back to her new-found friends, a quick glance given to Zandora when Rikyn confirms that she is from the Basin as well. Tiamat’s bright smile returns all the wider, truly delighted to have become acquainted with more of her herd mates. She is tempted to question the other mare further—how long has she been in the Basin?—but the gilded stallion continues then, silencing her tongue and enticing her focus to settle again on his handsome features. She laughs blithely at his comments, arching her neck and tucking her fine head into her chest for a moment as her cheeks warm (the ocean mare is far from a pompous or vain character, but she still loves to be appreciated, as most others do, and wouldn’t hesitate to return anyone the favor—after all, isn’t that what they are meant to do: make one another feel good about themselves? And value their fellow men?) “I would say so,” her eyes dance beneath the sun’s light, the trees’ massive boughs throwing mottled shadows across her face. “It’s been delightful to meet you, Rikyn—and you too, Zandora. I intend to see you both again in the future,” she grins to both of them, the plumed length of her lion tail brushing over the rocky ground behind her. Tiamat imagines seeing their faces again back in the Basin, and suddenly, her dear mountain valley becomes a little smaller, in the best of ways—a little homier. The picture lifts her spirits; her white eyes rise to glance happily to her mother sky before they trail down slowly, wandering across the blue stone before returning to her company. “What exactly are you meant to be patrolling around here? We are a long way from home,” the last of her voice is laced with laughter, a gentle tease, while her head tilts to the side in curiosity. “Speech.” @Rikyn @Zandora please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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