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Fading [Januarius]

Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
#1
10-11-2012, 07:09 PM


She lay in the oasis, exhausted from all manner of activities. From simply being in this herd- that was exhausting enough. She could no longer handle the confinement, she needed to be calmed down, to be talked down, or else she was going to explode. She felt every moment as if she was on the edge of a cliff, waiting to jump. But this time her wings would fail her and the frostfall wind would cut like knives. This time she wouldn't bank up.

Dark thoughts plagued her, and her concerned companion was of no help. Stop, the falcon told her repetitively. As if the simple word would cease the confusion and inner conflict, as if it was all that simple. She lashed out with raging reprimands and violent neighs- pushed herself up from the earth and threw herself against the bases of wild, twisting trees in the desert's oasis. Her wings beat the cold and unforgiving earth relentlessly, dusted up dry frost that had permeated the land of the God of the Sun in his absence. Outcasted now, he could not protect the Dragon's Throat. No one could.

The young mare found herself pacing, found her dark, peacock eyes seeking a solution within sight. But there was none- in the freezing frostfall night there was nothing but blackness. She felt the cold and the unforgiving winds permeate the curls of her thick coat, she felt chills fall down to the bone. She wanted to hide and die somewhere if she could not be free.

Her body shifted in and out of existence, invisible one moment and there the next, standing out a bright green despite the chestnut coat covering her form. She blended into the night's blackness and resisted her fall to the earth, trying not to let the wings fold completely and the body collapse from the exhaustion that haunted her step from a lack of sleep. But nothing could be resisted forever. Her knees hit the shadow of a tree as it landed on the earth and she flitted back into existence, an image of a beautiful mare splayed across the earth with outspread wings curled like a nest. The apology was clear, the desire for comfort prevalent. Wordlessly, her falcon settled into the crook of her wings and slept as her master watched the skies and hoped for salvation.



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#2
10-30-2012, 09:06 PM


Januarius




Januarius watched the female for a long time before deciding to approach her. She seemed so disturbed--her anger showing dominantly in her aggressive lashings and brash flight as she threw herself at trees. The actions almost made the male cringe, and if not for his warrior background he probably would have. He had seen much worse in his life than a tortured mare throw herself at things--he had seen much worse self-mutilation. He watched her with battle hardened eyes and an empty heart. He thought, for a second, that they seemed so similar, but dismissed the thought almost immediately. No one knew his heartbreak and loneliness, no one could be like him.

Shifting his weight uncomfortably the scarred warrior finally moved. His awkward, limping gait pushed him towards the female. Januarius looked more formidable than elegant with his extensive scars and random bald patches. His hooves struck the dirt with a force that could only be obtained through years of practice, and it aided him in keeping the strongest amount of balance he could manage. His shoulder kept him from his full ability, but what he could muster seemed to be enough to live and still fight when he needed to. With the force put out from his legs, ending in his hooves, dust spread up around him even in the Frostfall. This desert was his home and he loved it, it held its beauty and mystery in all seasons.

"Hello, Informant." Januarius spoke gruffly, his voice reflecting his age. He could tell her rank simply by her tangled emotions--for she continuously sent herself in and out of visibility by the aid of her rank ability. The ability seemed to fit her well, in his opinion, because of her coloration. He picked up on the hints of green in her winter coat quite well even through the chestnut vibrancy. He stopped at her side, casting wise eyes down on her small frame.




Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
#3
11-20-2012, 05:24 PM


He appeared first as no more than a figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned solid and stood- folded her wings tight to her side and squinted her navy eyes. She saw the old beast was a warrior in an instant; his figure was tattered and torn in places that a peaceful life would not have left ruined. He was more scar tissue than flesh, more lost than found. He seemed familiar, but she wasn't sure why. She knew him but she couldn't say how. Perhaps she'd met him in her wild days- perhaps he'd had some himself.

But regardless of what made them alike, she would not fall apart. As much effort as it took, she swallowed the pain. It wasn't worth it to be weak in front of him. Curiously sassy as ever, Kye lifted her head from between her bonded's wings to look upon the stallion. There was no surprise when the falcon hissed; Xira had expected nothing less of her companion. She let the moments slip by wordlessly, trying to figure out what was going on before her and understand the stallion's presence, but Kye was no use. The obstinate creature had either decided not to help and read the beast's mind, or simply was scared of what his thoughts may have been.

Xira wondered if it was some of both. She herself felt uncomfortable; what was there to say? She knew nothing of his rank or title, she simply knew that he was old and, well... sort of sad. "...Hello, uh, sir," she ended up saying softly. The formal address was reserved only for elders of seeming prodigiousness. And, of course, for moments when manners made more sense than anything else. Those moments had once been rare- now she found them creeping up on her more and more.

Kye was annoyed and annoying. Upon her master's speaking she jerked at Xira's feathers and hissed. The mare winced but did nothing in response; there was nothing to do or say. The hawk continued as if enraged, tugging at mane and fur and feather with an eager and twisted beak. She begged Xira to respond, to reprimand her, to do something.

But the mare was too tired for such games. She stayed on the earth and watched the world around her with navy eyes filled with emotion. She bit her tongue, remembered to correct the stallion. "Sleuth, actually. Sir," came the words, unfamiliar and undeserved. She had truly given in to her chains, hadn't she?

[[Permission for Kye to mind read?]]


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