| World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen
Rottie |
WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE [continued from Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun]
Little bird.
He calls her little bird. The girl's never actually had a nickname before; even mother simply called her by her name. The revelation causes a smile to curve her soft lips, warming her pretty face and brightening her eyes. She continues to watch him, carefully holding her prying curiosity at bay. Biting back questions that just might ruin the fun they were currently having, and though she wouldn't ever admit it - this is the most fun she's had. Ever. Finding her aunt had been fun, too but this was different. This... well, she feels less like a child. She isn't the baby anymore, she isn't just a kid. The girl is eager to grow up, eager to be seen as an equal; Rowtag is a welcome distraction. Unfortunately, however, it likely wouldn't end well for her. The way his flaxen hair falls across his eyes, the twinkle in his eyes; she'd be lying if she ever said it didn't do something to her. What exactly she doesn't honestly know. The girl exhales softly, quietly and peers at him through her thick, dark lashes. "Oh, I'll bet there's something special about you." she replies, a hint of seriousness to her voice that she tries and fails to cover up.
The stallion boasts, puffing his chest out in a clear show. There's a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and a sly smirk replaces the sweet smile of moments ago. "Challenge accepted." she declares, lifting her head proudly; a playful haughtiness present in her show of regality. The stallion dissolves into laughter, taking her along with him. Her laughter, sweet like the tinkling of bells, mixes rather delightfully with his deeper one.
She manages to bite back her laughter when he speaks again, though it clearly bubbles in her chest and fights against her meek hold. The girl can only grin at his act, her joy and laughter only barely contained. He certainly is a devilish one; his teasing, quick wit and playfulness seeping into her veins, spreading through her like an infection. He is infectious. He is delightful. When he speaks, fluttering his lashes dramatically; the laughter she'd been holding back breaks through, leaving her practically gasping for breath. The girl quickly reels it back in enough to speak. "Now that -" she begins, pausing to giggle softly, "is special." she concludes, sighing softly with pleasure.
He stands still, as still as a stone, when she approaches with her flower. He doesn't protest, doesn't move away. He simply stands quietly and allows her to tuck the flower into his golden hair. Surprisingly, she manages to control herself enough to not press her face into his strong chest. She lingers for a moment, feeling the fluttering of her heart in her chest and the flush of her cheeks beneath her fur, before stepping back. "I... you're welcome." she whispers, feeling a bit flustered and confused again. The girl inhales deeply in an attempt to calm her heart and clear her head. Fortunately, he falls quiet then - granting her a fighting chance to avoid making a fool out of herself.
She steps lightly through the forest, unsurprised by the way the forest thickens as she transitions from the threshold to the deep forest. The girl hears him behind her, following blindly in silence. She welcomes his silence, focusing on the path that would lead her - and subsequently, him - home. The end of the deep forest is rather abrupt, open fields meet with the thickly planted line of trees; decided opposites. Once in the open, she glances behind her at the stallion with a twinkle in her eyes. Her pace picks up slightly and then with a playful wink, she bolts - long legs pumping and carrying her swiftly, deep brown hair flying behind her. She folds her wings tightly against her sides for the sake of speed. The girl races across the fields south of the Hidden Falls - where her father lives - and onward towards the misty woods of the World's Edge.
A few yards from the borders, she slows herself down and pulls to a stop just outside the shards of the broken glass wall. She hopes he follows suit, not wanting him to injure himself already. She breathes deeply, trying to catch her breath from their race. "Careful." she begins, her voice a bit breathy. "There used to be a glass wall, it shattered - though I don't know why or how." Her small hooves pick a path through the broken shards, careful to avoid their sharpness. Once she's clear, she pauses for him and turns herself so that her teal eyes can gaze upon his face once again. "This is the World's Edge -" she pauses, perhaps for effect. "my home." she confesses, pride swelling in her chest as she gauges his reaction. Here, she stands a little taller. Here, she's more comfortable.
She doesn't even think that her mother might find them.
She doesn't even think about what her mother might say.
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@Rowtag, Leaders/Higher ranked to grant acceptance/rank (Alysanne, maybe? haha).
notes: I'm so sorry, looks like Rowtag is doomed to be her first ever crush - obviously, I'm not expecting anything to come of it. Just putting it out there. xD
IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
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When he had woken up that morning, covered in dew, a bitter taste lacing his mouth, he had had low expectations of the day. Truth be told, he had never thought he would find another soul— for his banishment had practically been a death sentence— it was a punishment handed out by those who had been too cowardly to swing the executioner's axe. And he had felt cheated from death ever since they had cast him away, as if they knew he would never survive alone. Each day he was haunted with the knowledge that he should have died and each day he knew it could very well be his last. Every step forward was one closer to his grave.
Finding the Little Bird had been a blessing— a second chance— as if the world had been renewed and his crimes overlooked. Ironically unbeknownst to him, she wished to be seen as a more mature mare. Rowtag on the other hand, wanted to be a child. He yearned to gallop with long gangly legs away from his troubles and know nothing of the real world and the harsh reality of life. If he knew she wished to grow up he would have told her to treasure her youth, to enjoy it whilst it lasts. He wished he had never grown up.
Because all too soon he felt as though he was forced into adulthood. When you were a child you could make mistakes and they could be forgiven. But adulthood was a different game. You paid the price for your actions, whatever the cost. No amount of wishful thinking could ever bring him back his youth. He could pretend— but he could never turn back time.
So the young copper stallion enjoys his time with the filly, he laughs with her and agrees to the challenge. And he gallops along behind her through the woodlands, head thrown back, mane and tail whipping behind him in the wind. His hooves kick up mud and dirt and by the time they’ve stopped running his white fetlocks are coated in a thick layer of brown soil.
His chest heaves and his sides hurt because all he wants to do is laugh. He wants to ask why they’ve slowed, the temptation to throw a teasing remark gradually builds within him. Have you grown tired Little Bird? Is running not your forte? She tells him to be careful and he stops, mid step, hoof hanging in the air before he carefully dodges the shattered fragments. “A wall?” His curiosity gets the better of him, “Why would you need a wall?” By the looks of the glass debris the wall must have once been a sight to behold. Shame, he thought, he would have liked to have seen it in it’s heyday.
When he next lifts his head she’s motioning with her wings to the area surrounding them. The World’s Edge. He steps past her, far too excited to hold himself back, a small smile playing upon his lips. He wants to make sure he soaks in everything, each silhouette of every tree, the way the mist seems to haunt the forest, the cushioning feeling of soft grass beneath his hooves. He wants to remember what it feels like to discover what could very well be his new home, so he savors the memory and prays he will not soon forget it. He’s much too busy surveying the filly’s home to say much at all before he realizes he has practically barged into someone else’s homeland. He pauses and turns to look upon her face, “Big nest for such a Little Bird.” He chuckles to himself, inhaling deeply, yes— yes he could see himself living here. “If I were to say, you know, wish to take up residency here; how exactly would I go about doing such a thing?
i'm headed straight for the castle
they've got the kingdom locked up
image credits
@Naerys yoooo this is super messy and all over the place but I wanted to get this up!!
note: omg Naerys you cutie noooo he will break your little heart and he will sister-zone you. Hehe feel free to have her crush on him, it will make for interesting plots/threads hopefully! :D
| World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen
Rottie |
10-05-2015, 09:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-05-2015, 09:13 AM by Naerys.
Edit Reason: Fixing tag?
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WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE Throughout their race, she'd kept her wings tucked and her body grounded; small hooves digging into the spring-softened soil, splattering her slender white legs with brown. Fortunately, the girl hardly notices and simply charges on with the stallion at her heels. Her breaths come faster, quicker and her sides ache from the exertion (and from laughing so much only moments before). She presses forward through the pain, through the burning in her slender muscles. Tempted as she was to take flight and soar just above him, partly to show off but also because it is one of her remaining joys. Her family is broken; father had gone to another herd, mother seemed much more pensive and sad than she ever had in the past, and Arty had disappeared. Her first ever visit to the threshold, however, had led to her greatest moment: finding her aunt, her mother's twin. Her second visit had turned over something new in the girl, innocent feelings she couldn't begin to fathom.
Emotions that would likely leave her heartbroken in the not so distant future.
When they arrive outside the broken shards of the glass wall, her chest heaves with softly panted breaths. The girl is far more used to flying longer distances than she is to running them. Naerys can't hold back a smile from curving her soft lips when she hears him speak. "For protection." she replies rather nonchalantly, as though it were an obvious every day occurrence. Rolling her shoulders softly, as though in a brief shrug, she makes her way past the wall before continuing. "Mother told me that some bad things happened before I was born, so the herd crafters built the wall to keep us safe." But as much as it all made sense to her, it also felt... wrong. Naerys, for one, is quite glad that it's gone even though the craftsmanship would have been something to behold.
The girl begins to wonder if anyone of rank would come to greet them but the utter lack of bodies drifting around in the misty trees is an oddly welcome sight. At the back of her mind, she'd been nervous that mother or aunt Iona would see her alone with him. Fortunately, they are apparently busy. Her smile grows when she watches him light up as he steps past her. Would she ever get used to him and how he can look at everything with such child-like awe? Perhaps, though only because things are bound to become common and almost monotonous with time. He calls her little bird again and she bites back a swoon-filled sigh, covering it with a simple but sweet smile. And that chuckle! Oh! She could never get used to hearing it. She flashes him a brilliant smile and teasingly flutters her long, dark lashes. "Oh! Well... you just have to ask nicely" She tries her best to act serious but the humor cracks her resolve and sends a ripple of girly giggles up her throat. "We'll just have to find one of the leaders or one of the higher ranked individuals. Mauja and Torleik are the leads here." and with that said she moves to lead him deeper into the heart of her home.
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@Rowtag
Sorry for the wait on this! I was hoping someone else would join in. Many of the leaders/higher ranked are busy right now.
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