Isopia was doing her level-best not to think about it. But of course, you know what happens when you try to not think about something. Isopia
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
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[OPEN] Conversations on borrowed time
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02-19-2016, 10:27 PM
02-28-2016, 01:46 PM
well someday soon when the spring brings the sun i'll sleep, i'll finally feel better when the winter's gone sikeax
Wet sand molds itself to form small craters within it's damp skin, making room as eight hooves strike it, first her own and then her son’s, but unlike his mother’s careful, delicate landing that brings a chest wrenching feeling of extreme stress, Zhu is ungraceful, bursting across the wet sand til his growing hooves hit the softer, malleable ocean of white sands, tail curled and raised high enough to not let the ground touch it. It had been one thing of many new things about him that she’d been happy to see. His vocabulary was improving, his growth spurts were fast, his horns had begun showing more(at last!), but were coming in in a comical way. The first to spot them had been Hobgoblin during a grooming session, who promptly laughed at the sight of two sideways, glass devil horns protruding from behind his ears. But all of this was heartbreaking in the slowest, most painful way possible, watching her son, her handsome, growing, Suffering decides to stab into her glass heart one more time, and she can feel Hobgoblin share it with her, finally breaching from the sea with one loud snort of air. Even his singing seems dull today. Ahead, Zhu’s cloven hooves are meeting the thickening areas of grass, feeling loose sand become replaced with harder dirt. A series of bucks and leaps follows short, and Hobgoblin rips his skin apart to give up a serpentine body up for a long-legged body of ebony fur, chasing at full speed just to join in with the excitement. She only lets herself watch, listening as her brother tells her “Zhu almost too big play. Zhu too big. You play Zhu.”, teeming with adrenaline as Zhu’s kicks and bucks become more and more powerful. You should probably stop if he’s going to hurt you. He hits her with a glare that she can’t see but within the back of her head can feel with every fiber of body, staring southbound as her amber form trudges along the sands, making the occasional slip. “Then you play Zhu. Zhu growing. Zhu not need You soon.” And while she hates that admitting that Hobgoblin can be right, he is on that. “You play Zhu.” A sigh, long and shallow, one that tries to draw out all of her feelings and release them into the air. It preludes her charge, opening up her stride till the distance between her companion, her son and her is closed. Zhu is already babbling out words, unable to control his curiosity about something, which happens to be, of all things, another damn dragon. She wonders if she should start hating them, watching as this golden one(another fucking golden dragon, like the one that He has) messes with a rock, like His eyes. A loud snort and a stamp of her hoof makes Zhu jump and Hobgoblin give up his body for another. That’s not going to work. Lips curl up to show teeth, prompting Zhu to do just the same thing as him, playfully flashing growing, deformed teeth towards the dragon, never caring to think that Hobgoblin’s show of it is meant in aggression instead of play. “Ma, Ma, Maaaaaaa…..” She’s slightly proud of him for being able to pronounce his words correctly then, even if it was just the repetition of one single word that he’d learned to master early on. A smile paints his expression as she gives him all of her attention. “Is Pa going ee ear?” I hope not. But there is a soft, large answer to her prayers. A mare, a particularly massive mare if any single word in the dictionary was to describe her, one large enough that she cranes her to look at and causes Hobgoblin to snort at in defiance of her size. We should leave. “Who are boo?” “Zhu need practice. Practice words. Sound stupid.” Zhu’s tail has curled itself all the way around now at the end, rolling it till the locks drape over each other and layer themselves. “Why so tahaaaalll?” “Zhu!” The look that he gives her is apologetic, ears pulled down into a drooping position and tail now limp, looking as if he is actually embarrassed for what he has done. Was I too harsh? “No. Zhu look stupid. Zhu fine.” “Don’t be rude. You shouldn’t ask why someone is their height…. or for personal information upfront.” A quick glance is done to ensure that the mare is not insulted with her son’s actions, hoping that she’ll look past his young mistakes and understand. OOC: Hobgoblin goes from Leopard seal, to Black Serval, to Leopard seal when the changes are mentioned. "Talk." you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
02-28-2016, 02:10 PM
02-28-2016, 03:33 PM
well someday soon when the spring brings the sun i'll sleep, i'll finally feel better when the winter's gone sikeax
Embarrassment kisses her lips in a weak, lifeless embrace, torn by Hobgoblin’s need to strike hate towards the dragon. “Dragons bad! Rude. Not care! Beneath me. Like Monster.” His words make her cringe, remembering how quickly he had abandoned his silver form for something more ‘powerful,’ as he called it, shortly following the meeting with the golden dragon with Him. Jaws snap with as much speed as they can muster and follow with a groan. Zhu simply stands beside the Rougarou with small, growing teeth bared, thinking this is how Hobgoblin initiates play. Her brother had been rough during play in the past, but she’d always been around to control the situation to ensure Zhu wasn’t wounded. Stop that. Stop it now. “Dragon WEAK before ME. Dragon nothing. Dragon worthless. Dragon stupid. Look Dragon.” She turns to look at it, watching her son drip his head in towards it, smiling brightly as the small reptile made a sound. A chuckle comes from within her throat. This one was more adorable than ferocious, quite possibly weak, but she had no complaints. Zhu seemed to enjoy it, going to pick up the rock in his lips, fumbling as his lips can’t seem to get a grasp on it. You should ask Zhu for his opinion about this one. He looks like he likes it. But the mare is quick to give him a response to his question, giving up in the end with trying to encourage her dragon to play with him and the rock. Thoughts immediately go back to Him at the mention of the mare’s father, wondering if Zhu will end up that big. Roy was never tall, and while she had never seen her parents together at the same, he came off as the smaller one. Adrixaura just seemed to tower over everything back then. The trees, the mountains, her, maybe even Tonk- She cuts herself off with enough time to stop the wave of sadness. While she had attempted time and time again to not think of them anymore, they still managed to slip through the cracks. “Who that?” Not important. He’s staring at her, and she knows it. They both know it, but neither move to meet each other's gazes. Zhu’s mouth hangs agape at the idea of the idea of the mare’s father. For him, Pa was tall, this mare was even taller than that, which in his mind shouldn’t be allowed and doesn’t even seem physically possible, and now there is someone even taller than her. “Wow…. H-H-how tahall is he? He must ee a tea!” A check with Ma tells him he hasn’t done very well with his words this time, regardless of how hard he tries. “You did fine, dear. We can practice more later if you’d like.” Their company offers him a new thing to enjoy and turn over in his mind, watching as he stands on his hind legs and desperately works to keep his tail and all of it’s hair off the ground, now attempting to become taller. “How f-f-” A frustrated groan comes out of him instead the words he wants, trying his best to form all of them correctly. “Aaaahhhhh can yooouuu….” Hobgoblin turns his head to watch. “stee?” At least he gave it his best. A loving nudge of her muzzle against his hip acts as praise and encouragement to keep up the good work, that he’ll get better with time if he works for it. Everyone’s attention seems to head straight towards the dragon, whom is apparently named Hubris. Hobgoblin’s head raises higher upon his streamlined, fat body, leaning backwards until he stands taller than his previous position on the ground. “Dragon scared. Dragon weak.” You’re the one scaring him. “Good.” “Hobgoblin doesn’t like them because of one of Zhu’s father’s dragons. He likes one but not the other.” Eyes dart towards him, watching as he groans, still leaning backwards to show off his size. “I doubt he’d try anything. He’s only fought another shapeshifter like him and an Unicorn, but with good reason.” Zhu lets out a whinny, pushing the stone back towards Hubris, once again trying to tempt him back into games. “I don’t think Zhu has a single reason to hate them.” And as if on cue, the colt raises his head, shaking it to ensure that his mother is correct on her thoughts. "Talk." you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
02-28-2016, 03:54 PM
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