the Rift


[PRIVATE] freedom is a state of mind

Mordecai Posts: 77
Aurora Basin Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 3 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
#1


She was off again, shirking her duties again, ignoring the fact that she had a patrol to complete again, and she gave not one single fuck about any of it. Mordecai was up before the sun rose, before her siblings stirred and before her parents noticed. By the time they woke and went looking for her she was miles away, smiling contentedly to herself as the wind whipped through the tangled, ebony strands of her mane. She loved the feeling of absolute freedom she had when she was on her own with no one but herself to answered to. It was getting harder and harder for her to convince herself to go back to the Throat after all the time she got to spend doing whatever she wanted.

When he hooves finally touched the ground again she was in the most recent land to have been added to Helovia. The island was far away, distant, isolated, everything that the girl wanted in a place to rest and explore. She spent the entire day scouring the island for anything interesting. Aside from a few scattered bones there was nothing particularly interesting, but wandering the island had, somehow, managed to take up Mordecai's entire day. Before she realized it the sun was beginning to set. Still, there was no drive for her to return home, no urgency to try to make it as far as she could before the sun set completely. If anything, spending the night away from home only lent more to the allure of total freedom and would make it even more difficult for the girl to settle down comfortably in the land she'd been raised in.

Mordecai did not spend long standing on the unfamiliar beach watching the sun as it sank lower and lower. She turned and moved away from the beach and toward the forest to find a place for herself to bed down for the night. In the morning, if she felt like it, she would return to the Throat. If not she would continue on to another place to explore and test out this freedom that she found herself so drawn to.

"."


MORDECAI

maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
credits

@Draevo
the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey

Draevo Posts: N/A
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#2


Draevo had spent much of the day off on his own exploration, it had taken him far of the Dragon's Throat borders and into the unclaimed territories that surrounded the desert island. The large, brutish stallion had grown restless himself with being confined to patrols on the island, this was not what he was made for.  This was not what he had been born to do, and while that purpose had flickered to the wind many moons ago, it did not take away the simple fact his existence was to fight, to defend, to protect. He was not some common guard that could be collared to a specific spot like a wolf tied to a leash, he was a warrior, he was meant to be out there finding threats and bringing honor to the Dragon's Throat herd.


He had flown with such fervor, well muscled wings carrying him on the tumultuous sea air as the sun began to set on the horizon, it was too late to turn back for the Throat now. It would take him much of the night to fly back there, no, he would have to bed down for the night and make his way back at first light. Lightning hued eyes spied a lush island within distance and he banked to land upon it. Isolated from the rest of the main land, unless you had a mind to swim in the chaotic currents which crashed against the rocks, or brave the chaotic air which whipped at his own feathers and sought to buffet him from the skies.  It would provide adequate shelter and safety for the night from any unfortunate predators that would try and hunt such a beast as himself.

Large hooves landed on the ground, heavy and careless as they ripped up the lush grasses and flowers beneath their pale plates. Multicolored wings stayed raised as he surveyed the nearby area, thickened nostrils snorting as he evened out his breathing once more, even hardened warriors like himself were not immune to how taxing long flights could be. When he was satisfied there were no creatures that prowled within the thick foliage, he moved with a purposeful stride, ears pressed forward and neck lightly arched.


Forest soon became less dense, it became sparse and sandy beneath his plate sized hooves, not that he minded. The throat was filled with sand, you'd be lucky to find a part of it that wasn't covered by it's golden hue, it was followed by the faint sound of gentle waves lapping against much softer ground. Eventually, he reached the edge of the forested thicket, and was met by the sight of a mare making her own way up to where he was. Pierced nostrils flared to drink in her sent, which smelled richly of baked earth, sand and salt — she was a fellow member of his herd, that much it told him, what was she doing out here? It wasn't safe for mares to be out on their own after dark, and he moved towards her.


"M'ath, you far away from throat." Was his grunted greeting and question, voice as thick as smog and rumbled as the thunder did in the height of a storm. Skull marked head tilted with his question as his gaze moved once more over her feminine frame, unabashed in his observing. A typical stallion at heart, he was not immune to appreciating a particularly pretty mare, and this one certainly drew his gaze in a less than platonic way. She curved in the right places, muscled but not heavily so, and her blackened brindled body shimmered in the dying rays of the sun, like a mirage on the fringes of the great long grasses he had come from. "Why you so far away?"


   

DRAEVO
   
BLOOD WAS OUR INHERITANCE
   
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@Mordecai

Mordecai Posts: 77
Aurora Basin Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 3 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
#3


Annoyance made itself obvious on Mordecai's dark face when she discovered that she was not alone on the isolated little plot of land she'd inhabited for most of the day. In all of her exploring she had seen neither hide nor hair of the dark stallion that strode purposefully toward her. She stopped and she stared, her gaze hard as steel. The wind was not in her favor so there was no way for her to successfully take in the stallion's scent to discern where he had come from. The sound of his voice had the dark girl's ears tilting forward and her expression softening just a touch. "M'ath." She echoed as he spoke of the Throat and her being far away. Her expression darkened immediately and she snorted. Who was he to question why she was so far away? Had her mother and father sent him to fetch her and bring her back to the Throat? 

"Es havazhaan." She grunted and she strode forward. In her stubbornness she refused to change her direction and go around Draevo. Either he would move out of her way or she would shove him aside and continue into the forest to find a resting place that was suitable for her and her alone. The stallion that (she assumed) her parents had sent to fetch her could just go back home empty handed with the weight of his failure heavy on his shoulders or he could rest his head somewhere on the island until the morning sun rose. If that were the case she would be long gone before he rose and he would have to being his tracking game all over again.

But as she walked there was something that ... well didn't make total sense. Why would her father send someone to find her when he could do it himself had had before?

"Mai and Ave," She said and she stopped, her head turning as she looked at the stranger. "They send you for me? Or you want freedom?" And she paused, waiting for an answer from the stallion that had managed to find her.

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Translation:
Es havazhaan - Get lost.


MORDECAI

maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
credits

@Draevo
the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey

Draevo Posts: N/A
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#4

If the young mare spoke back to him, greeting him in his own tongue and a faint look of surprised washed over the chiseled features of the Warrior. Another one who spoke, or at least comprehended his language? The surprised vanished as quickly as it had appeared when the mare snorted, and a mild look of annoyance bristled on his death marked face instead.

Who was she to snort at him? Unable to help himself, he gave her a much rougher snort in return.


'Es Evazhaan'

Ears pinned back and chest muscled tensed as the mare tried to make him move, she would be sorely disappointed if the stallion would move out of her way because she said so. Instead, he stood there like a great wall until the mare had crashed into him and made it past him, followed with an irritated and angered snap from the larger of the two aimed towards her back end.

Draevo could handle attitude, and a part of him liked that this mare had fire in her belly and in her eyes, it was a quality he wasn't used to when it had come to many of the mares he had known. It intrigued him as much as it annoyed him, that the smaller of the two had expected him to bow out of the way like he was beneath her. Wings ruffled and neck muscles bulging, he had swung his frame around to walk after her when she had stopped and spoke once more.

"Vos." Came his grunted reply, what was he? a maid? Sent out to retrieve the daughter that had slipped away. That was their problem, not his, if they could not keep their daughter from giving in to flights of fancy, they would deal with the consequences themselves. "Ahna vos jano." Bright blue orbs stared at her with his words, he was no dog that heeled and ran when ordered, that was plain to see. After a moment, he turned his thick neck away to stare at the beach for a second before they returned to the spitfire of a mare he had just met. "Want freedom, tired of being kept in throat. Joined to be warrior, not sit on island."


After a moment of silence, the stallion grew uncomfortable, he had never been one for much conversation, preferring to keep things short and simple. However, he forced himself to speak and with it rumbled out a breath. "Yer want freedom too?"


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Vos - No
Ahna Vos Jano - I am no dog.
Yer - you


   

DRAEVO
   
BLOOD WAS OUR INHERITANCE
   
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@Mordecai

Mordecai Posts: 77
Aurora Basin Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 3 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
#5


She quite literally had to shove her way past the hulking beast of a stallion and as she did he thought it would be a good idea to bite at her ass. Her dark ears slicked back against her head, nearly disappearing into her mane and she aimed a quick kick at the stallion's kneecap. Exactly who the hell did he think he was to try to bite her? "Frakhat anha save akka anha tikh annithat yer." She warned and she could imagine tapping into her magic and turning every drop of blood that coursed through his veins into acid; and whatever sweat that clung to his skin from his flight there would turn to acid and eat away at his delicate flesh. She would let it eat away at his skin until he was covered in gaping, open sores that oozed blood. 

She snorted again when his answer came that her parents had not sent him to fetch her and drag her back home to the throat. Good. She would go back when she was good and ready and not a moment before. She was enjoying her new found freedom a bit too much to just give it up so quickly and easily. He spoke again, claiming that he was no dog and it was then that Mordecai finally looked at him. "Vos," She agreed, her head tilting as her gaze swept over his muscled body. "Yer has vos jano."

Mordecai intended for that to be the end of whatever conversation that could possibly bloom between them. She wanted to be left alone on the little desert island and she turned to walk away, but he spoke again and it made Mordecai stop cold. Her tail twitched and she turned her head, once more, and she stared and the blue marked stallion. He asked her, then, if she wanted her freedom, too and she finally turned to face Draevo fully. "Yes." She answered. "Anha zala tat tikh seris." She wondered if he would eventually go back to the Throat or if he was torn about returning. "You go back? Or stay seris?"

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Translation:
Frakhat anha save akka anha tikh annithat yer - touch me again and i will hurt you
yer hash vos jano - you are no dog
anha zala tat tikh seris - i want to be free


MORDECAI

maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
credits

@Draevo
the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey


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