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#1



He’d at long last decided which course of action he would take – heading to the closest region first, golden eyes alive with the notion of getting to see the lands of the Moon Goddess from more than a distant stare along the path to the Thistle Meadow, or the trails further west, as he’d done until now.  The thought of getting to more intimately know any land in Helovia he hadn’t seen yet was an intriguing one, and that the Edge had been the birth place of his mother, and was the current and a prior home of his sire (or so he hoped), made the potential visions to be had all the more exciting.
 
Beneath him, his legs stretched across the root littered ground at a trot, the low hanging and winterized branches of the willows dragging the barren whips of their branches across his pelt, occasionally snaring among the knotted mess of his mane to ride for however long it would cling to the seemingly always going someplace stallion.  That he actually had some where to go this time added a certain air to the venture that he had only ever found once or twice, while working patrols for the Basin, further instilling the notion that a man must have a purpose within his mind.
 
He’d been thinking it a lot, especially now that he was properly home and telling people about it – how he had lost sight of his desired course during all the commotion about the Rift Gods and the return of his mother.  That he had allowed it to divert him was a frustrating (and embarrassing) matter that he sought to make amends for in the very near future, as soon as he got a few things out of the way and taken care of.
 
He is thinking of his next course of action after meeting with Erebos and his sire, mostly involving the discovery and gathering of unicorns of similar mind to his own, as he slows to a stop alongside a small pool, almost hidden in the midst of the willow grove.  Drifting along its surface, dead leaves drift and swirl, disturbed by the motions of Rikyn’s dark muzzle as he bends for a drink, one golden hoof settling in the chilly brim of the pool.

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#2


Wings of darkness slowly allow the unusual patterned creature to descend almost silently into the grove of her choosing. It had been a place not well traveled in the short time that she had been here in Helovia and it would seem her interests had favored this over other places tonight. Having left the Basin behind her along with its chains she found herself feeling more lost than she had in ages. Freedom was not all that it was cracked up to be when you hadn't a soul to your name to call upon when times got tough, not that she couldn't take care of herself. Revenge had been her plan all along through the years but now instead of the demon's voice in her ear there was another making her question her motives. For so long she had been this dark assassin waiting for her chance but now what was she?

It had all started with a simple conversation, one that someone had shown her indifference and humility. They hadn't cared about who she was, what she was or where she was from, they only cared about what had been ailing her. Never had someone shown this kind of consideration. All her life she had been a creature of filth and disgrace yet this stallion had seen her as something much more, she had been seen as a life worth living. Snapping her wings shut as she fell through the air her hooves hit the earth with force scaring a few small critters off into the brush. A small smirk touched her lips at the thought of what it would be like to feel fear but otherwise her stormy attitude had not wavered in the slightest. Part of her felt as if she wanted to be happy with these new found feelings but another larger entity demanded that she keep to herself and not allow such a thing to get to her. Overall, she was a complete confused mess that she was not sure would ever be straightened out.

Shaking the knots from her long mane the hybrid pawed anxiously at the ground hating her indecision. Never had she felt so conflicted, so confused, it was just not like her to be in over her head. She was precise and calculating not blindsided and emotional what was wrong with her! Snorting loudly she cared not if others heard her, all she wanted was answers to life's frustrating curves.



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Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie
#3



Several small creatures scurry through the bush behind him, startled yet again at the sight of a rich, brown unicorn staring at them with some measure of surprise, water dripping from his bearded chin.

What was that about? he thinks to himself, peering with a lowered crown into the trees, searching for a disturbance as much with his sense of hearing as he did his smell, and sight. Through the barren, hanging branches of the willows, there is a much broader depth of vision than during the spring, a field of gaps between trunks and shrubbery spanning a good many yards in.

The stag spies her after a short time’s search, drawn to her even more quickly by the sounds of her hooves stamping against the dead, snow sodden brush lining the forest floor, the occasional blast of her breath sending plumes of white into the air – though the plumes were all he saw of her face, which was hidden, at this distance, by an elder willow standing between himself and her. With a deep inhalation her smell, he determines her gender, and though he spies iridescent wings from between the trees, he doesn’t immediately recoil at the notion of talking to her. There is something familiar about the way she smells, something that makes him think he knows her…

So it’s not long before he’s through the short span that separates them, golden eyes falling on her features with some measure of surprise – she has a horn.

It is not often he encounters winged unicorn, and so it takes the boy-man some time to recover from the initial upheaval of his thoughts at seeing the confliction of her crown, spiraled and ebony, and the abominations rising from her shoulders. He tries to picture her without the wings, mostly because its more comfortable to him, but no matter how hard he tries to force reality into submission, the more glaringly obvious her wrongness is to him.

Unlike most of his conversations, his hind hoof does not alter its angle to rest with leisure beneath him. All four of his cloven hooves remain steadfastly where they are, even when he finds his voice.

"That time of the season?" he asks, the sort of fellow to blame everything a woman is doing on the fact that she is a woman. That the question is horribly sexist, and thereby rude, is a notion which does not make it to his face, which he manages to mold into a smile of cordial greeting, despite the queer confliction of his instincts to both like and hate her at the same time. Drawing from his memories, his lessons, while in the ancient cavern of the Nightwalk, he tries his best to put aside his distrust of those who are malformed as she is, especially because there is still the nagging sensation that he should know her. "Or is it something more?"



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#4


It takes a few long breaths to attempt to calm her mind back to its usual twisted self, not an easy task considering the knots that had formed over the last weeks. What she wanted to know was what it would take to try and get herself back to her norm. It had been weeks bordering on months since she had felt at peace with things and it was all really starting to get to her. When she had left the icy peaks most of the world had been turned to ice and snow, now that things were in the midst of change she found herself debating on a unplanned return. Would that really solve anything? Snapping her teeth at the invisible voice she turned herself around about to stomp away when the scent of another hit her. Twisting her harks forward and stilling her motions the darkened girl focused on figuring out who was out here with her.

"That time of the season?" Ice coloured orbs snap to the brownish black figure of the stallion as he emerges from the mass of entangled limbs and branches. Digesting the sentence she finds one ear tilting back before her mouth opens in response. "You would only wish." She comments sarcastically with a soft humored snort. Perhaps her issues were partially because of damn womanly things but definitely not all of em. It would have made her day if this was all hormonal which meant it would all be gone within a couple weeks. Shaking her head she tried to compose herself so that she looked a little less crazy in front of the rather handsome stag. Wait a minute did she just think of him as handsome?!? Maybe she was just crazy...

What was it with males? Could they only ever think with one head at a time? Taking a moment to scan over his tall frame she freezes at the golden markings adorning his face, mane, hooves and hind leg studying them carefully. Does she know him? Confused she tries to remember what it was about the gold markings that was causing such deja vu. Where had she seen those markings before? "Do I know you?" She asked after a couple moments of silence where her brain failed to conclude how in the hell she knew or did not know the stallion before her.



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Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie
#5



“You would only wish,” she says with a pleasant snort, and the smile which adorns his face takes on a brighter shine, a stronger curve, because she is so very wrong he could laugh - but he doesn’t.  He also doesn’t give it much more of a reply than his rogue’s smile, delighting, as he does, in the notion that he might deceive her, even in this small way.  However, it is unnecessarily hurtful to tell someone that he’d rather lick a pile of white dog crap than have children with a bird, and even Rikyn, with all his general lack of concern for others, realizes this, and holds his tongue.

As carefully as she studies him, he makes the gestures of his golden eyes minimal, and it is for two reasons: one, he thinks gawking is rude (mostly because his mother had bopped him over the head anytime he took to doing it as a small boy), but also because, despite his attempts to cling to his foolish faith, she is a woman…

And the young man, like all young men, really likes letting his eyes wander with his thoughts to places that, if thoughts were like spoken words, would make the vast majority of females flee what, by all cases, would be an overly riled lecher.

Blessedly, any thoughts of her curves or maybe smelling the air to see if she was near her season are stolen away with his smile by her next words.

Do I know you? she asks, in what is probably a very logical manner – she doesn’t know him, but thinks she does, much like he feels of her.  That she means it with no offense does not change the fact that Rikyn takes it as being terribly rude to be asked that precise series of words one after the other.  It makes him think of being shunted from a conversation by disassociation, and while that’s probably not what is happening, he takes it as such, immediately.

That delightful smile is shaped roughly into a disgruntled frown, his ears falling back and his eyes narrowing as he wonders what crawled up her ass today that she thinks acting that way will get her anywhere, with anyone (says the guy who picks fights with nearly every being he encounters).

Thankfully, the twisted little shunt that serves as his conscience intervenes before his mouth can go off, though his eyes are still wary and full of daggers; but you know her, says his mind, and so he allows himself to oblige the curiosity, rather than to immediately chase her off with his hot temper.

"I surely think so," he says in such a way that purely can be taken as rudeness – it’s the sort of statement that is usually followed by, ‘I’m your cousin, dumbass,” or some a friend of a friend, or some other relation, but Rikyn doesn’t know who she is from the sparrows twittering overhead.  Even when he allows himself to actually look at her for a period of seconds (oh, look, her coat is rather uniquely patterned, isn’t it?  Wait that’s not what I was looking at…), he can’t place her.  

"Calor of the Nightwalk," he answers, like the devious fox he is, bending his words for maximum effect on his behalf, "perhaps I know you from my wanderings in this land of, oh…"

The pause he adds is for dramatic effect, his face even taking on the features of one who searches their thoughts for something they know, but are not close to; it’s all he takes not to let his jester’s grin through that the realm he struggles so hard to place is the very one he was born in.  He lets it last only half a second, the black bay not wishing to be perceived a fool, not quite that prepared for the world that hides behind these games he plays from time to time.

"Helovia, that’s it.  I am not the most social of men, but the people of this land seem to make up for that in their eagerness to ruin others day with unwarranted conversation," he adds to his words the flourish of smile, "I thought I’d return the favor this afternoon."




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#6


Spring was in the air and there was sadly no denying the tension that existed deep within her core yearning for some primal need to be satisfied. An itch that badly needed to be scratched but so far the hormonal delusions had yet to crack through her sanity which kept her parcel free. There were times that she blindly followed such instincts but managed to sober herself before any seed could be planted. On the rare occasion she would find herself wondering what if.. and to her horror today had to be one of those wretched times. Each piece of her was achingly aware of the potent bachloer standing all too close for her comfort. Her mind (as screwed up as it was), was obviously not thinking straight making for a rather volatile situation. All she could hope was that one of them managed to think with the right portion of their brain.

Casually trailing her long tresses against her sides the hybrid tried desperately to free herself from mother earth's grasp shaking her head in the process. Stilling as more words finally spilled from the all to familiar beast she raises her eyes to meet his once more. While it becomes quite clear that he is trying to mess with her mind he either knows who she is or is in the exact same situation in trying to figure out her identity. Unsure which of the latter was the only problem. She couldn't call his bluff when she couldn't in fact remember him well enough to place a face to a name. Then on a better note the stud downright admits to wishing to make her day all so much better by striking conversation. Oh what was this day coming to?

"Oh and I am forever so grateful for." She commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she chuckles along for good measures. Yes she loved doing this to others but when it was turned around on herself, now she could see just how blatantly annoying it could be. It wouldn't be so bad if her fucking mind wasn't so damn confused and sadly attracted to the dark bay at the moment. Figuring that she might as well bite the bullet she decided to be the one to step up to the plate and admit her defeat. "My name is Rhea, I'm from the Bas... from nowhere." She stated catching herself before stating her old home. Who needed them anyway, she was obviously doing just fine on her own. Oh how she missed her vacant cozy cave where she could stuff her head in a corner and know nobody would bug her.


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Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie
#7



The mare warms up, like a flower which wakes to the sun, folding inward each evening.

While the signs are small, they are one of the few that the stallion does take the time to look for, mostly because he likes to entertain the notion that, one day, all of the women will be his (a frequent scene to paint his daydreams). This, of course, will require much skill in this field, and so, rather than using his genetic potential to learn to read facial expressions for the manipulation of a being, he has aimed all his growth in this field in learning how to read when a lady likes him.

The skill is still growing, of course, and so each time he does notice the tell tale shift of hooves to angle their figure more directly towards his, or the special sort of coy smile reserved for a charming partner, he takes the time to look for other hints that point towards green lights and other… intriguing (and equally mysterious) events.

She laughs, which is always good, and so the stallion returns a small chuckle, finished with the flourish of his best smile, the gold glimmer of his eyes looking to meet with her own in what he hopes is properly falsified intimacy.

Rhea, she tells of her self, and she is from “the Base.” It is enough for the intelligent young man to assume that she means the Basin, and that she changes it to no where means that, maybe, she’s like he is – a former member of the mountains. Either way, it gives his brain a drawer to rifle through, and he lets it search away while he continues with his game. Moving to stand alongside her, he reaches out to brush his lips against the lines of her shoulder, inviting him to walk with him through the willow grove.

"Well, Rhea, what’s up?" he initiates with another flashy smile, letting his tail curl about behind him to brush close to her figure, "you seem like something’s bothering you. Did those folks at the Base do something?"




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#8


While she awaits another smoothly polished response from the golden tinged stallion the painted hybrid tries to recover herself from natures grasps. All of it was a horrible experience and none of it was worth the end results. There was no way in hell that she would want to put herself through something like that, she would rather run headlong into a battle at full force. Nothing was working well in all the things she concocted within her head but it was worth a try to at least distract herself from the all to tempting piece of flesh daring to tread all too close for comfort.

Stiffening as the stag moved closer she had to resist the overwhelming urge to bite out at his ever so sleek body. As his lips gingerly traced down her shoulder a shiver shot down her spine making her mind go fuzzy for a moment before it cleared. What was happening to her?! She was not going soft! No there was just no way possible that that would happen. She had better manage to pull herself together before she managed to do something she would regret. Turning her head to watch him saunter off a little ways she finds herself pivioting around to follow him. Shaking herself off from the rather arubt landing twigs and leaves fell from her wings before she allowed them to tuck back to her sides.

What's up? Really so that was how he was going to start this conversation? Raising a brow for a split second she was starting to believe the beast to be half crazy. Who even used that kind of formality? What's up...shaking her head slightly she snorted softly amused by the choice of words. The Basin was another story all together but she would be damn stupid should she spill her problems to this stag. How did she know he intentions anyway... but with lack of other things to do at the moment she decided to play along. "It's nothing that you can help me with. The Basin treated me as you would expect for being what I am, nothing I couldn't handle."


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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT
Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie
#9



That she follows is a smiling matter, obviously, a small victory over the mind of another that hadn’t required his magic at all. A victory which drowns away the sound of her snort in remark to his words (maybe she has feather dust in her nose); his gilded eyes look over to her as they walk shoulder to shoulder, ears lifted as if ever so interested in what she has to say, while his mind tries to sew her face to a memory. He does know how they treat her kind (painful thoughts of Aithniel's tears at Zikar's cruel nonchalance at the mention of taking her wings) - but the character he is playing certainly does not. Despite his preoccupation with both knowing and not knowing Rhea, he knows better than to quickly agree with her words if he wants to keep pretending to be Calor. He also takes note of her slip – Basin, not Base. A deviousness sparkles in his eyes, a self congratulatory inner pat on the back, so to speak, for having caught so much, for being so very clever.

Letting his eyebrows rise as if in surprise, he looks over her nearby silhouette as they pass through the tickling tendrils of the willow branches, as if searching for whatever it was that made her such an obvious victim of the Basin’s cruelty.

"What you are?" he asks most innocuously, the imps of his thoughts dancing erratically at the svelte grace of their master’s tongue, "Surely the Basin has need of pretty women. Or did you mean…?"

His words trail away, his eyes widen in mock horror – he even hesitates in his step, his gaze narrowing as suddenly as they had broadened, the face of one who earnestly wishes to know, to help, to be a Knight galloping in with armor shining.

"Surely they didn’t abuse you, the cretins!" nearly sputters the acting youth (perhaps too flamboyantly), one hoof rising from the earth as if to strike away the very mention of such lecherous fiends.




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