the Rift


[OPEN] Hooked a Big One [Joining?]

Aquila Posts: 95
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Craonos :: Common Narwhal Leviathan :: Boil smitty
#1
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The waves broke over shallow coral, cold spray blowing out to sea by the Frostfall breezes. They were strange breakers, to be certain, and the coral was oddly shaped… Perhaps a boulder? But did a boulder rise and grow from the depths? And did it writhe and struggle, a mixture of red fins, tan fins, aqua flashes, and opalescent scales? No.

What rose from the cool waves was neither coral nor boulder. It was horse— in some sense of the word. An aquatic warrior, plated in the sea’s armor and fitted with gills, crested from the surf. And in her jaws flailed a fish— a disc-shaped fish of gleaming, metallic scales and vermillion fins, as large as the woman’s barrel. It struggled, trying to returned to the sea; its size lent it strength, as strained and jerked the mare’s neck in its flailing. But, slowly, doggedly, the sea-borne mare drug the dying fish towards the shore.

It flopped desperately once, twice, sending a spray of salt and sand into the mare’s ridged face. But the fish, in all its opalescent glory, was as exhausted as the militant woman that tenaciously drug it out of the sea. Its exhaustion led to its demise, while Aquila’s led to her feast. The water had been frigid, where she had dove so deep trying to find some kind of passage back to her home— back to the Rift and Akvo. But the only thing she had found had been this ligurio*. It had been the ocean’s strange apology, for a ligurio was a difficult delectable to find and catch. Their flesh was sweet, their skin beauteous, their muscles strong and large.

There was a soft sucking sound as the gills on her shoulders opened and shut with each flare of her nostrils, body searching for more oxygen. It had been a long, arduous swim from the deep, all the while fighting this large fish. Too large eyes glare around her, head hung low as fish-blood dripped from her scaled lips onto the opalescent scales.

Fins around her face moving with each breath, she dropped her head and slowly began to slice into the ligurio’s flesh with her bladed horn.


*ligurio=opal - name of fish

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Aquila is at the southern shores of DT, and she wants to join a herd, but has no idea she's in a herdland :O
Also, the fish she's drug up on the sand is this pretty thing
approach at your own risk, she might get territorial of her catch ;]

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Megaera the Sunspear Posts: 306
Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine
#2






She saw the creature rise from the sea. The unexpected movement had caught her attention as she crested a sandy dune and because it was so very unexpected if pt and end to the routine patrol and gave her a target of focus. She was perhaps a quarter mile and the hawk-eyed Sultana stopped to watch the progression up onto the beach. The horse (at least it looked mostly like a horse was dragging a strange disk-fish up from the depths in a sight that was utterly baffling and down right alarming. The southern reaches of her home were not so often visited, even by residents and so to see a silhouette she did not recognize doing strange and dubious things with a fish was definitely cause for alarm.

She approached with caution, eyeing the figure as it started slicing up it’s catch. It seemed to be eating(?) the fish and that was strange enough; unnerved the Sultana’s ears fell back and her posture shifted to an intimidating if not downright aggressive mode. Head low and wings high and flared, she moved forward, stopping a safe distance away. Meg did not even venture to suspect that the striped mare had ventured here by sea, even with the rest that would have seemed to farfetched. In that case, she very much wanted to know how the stranger had managed to make her way through her home without detection. “You there.” Her words were stern and the attitude was mirrored in her hard gaze. “How did you cross the bridge?” To Meg that was the only way the creature could have come to be here, unless she had wings hidden under those scales.

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OOC :: @Aquila Timeline note: before herd meeting/Meg’s journey to the veins, (pregnancy not yet showing)

Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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Aquila Posts: 95
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Craonos :: Common Narwhal Leviathan :: Boil smitty
#3
the language of waves</style>

Her brief glance about had yielded no others— but she was unused to scanning dunes. Her sight was better acclimated to scanning reefs and undersea valleys, and so the dark bay mare mare had escaped Aquila’s vision. So wholly had her attention been on carving off the opalescent skin and consuming the succulent flesh, that the shadow of raised winged and flared feathers moving on the sand so close to her caught her off-guard.

But her guard quickly flared up, in the form of flashing aqua stripes, raised ridges, and flared fins. Her gills and nostrils still sucked for oxygen, but slowly her barrel was calming its rapid movement for air— though exhaustion still sagged her usually athletic frame.

A growl issued from her throat, she was too tired to defend herself from a winged predator— even if this dark bay mare was smaller than herself. Unblinking, aqua eyes rake over the lithe body of the pegasus woman, severe stare lingering on her wings. It was rare that the seahorse was allowed to study them so closely while they were unfurled— usually she was fighting or disappearing beneath the waves. So, she took advantage, studying their structure for weakness, points the would yield beneath her teeth or arteries that would slice beneath her horn.

Eyes jerked to the woman’s lowered, aggressive face as she spoke. The Akvian’s own head dropped, mirroring the pegasus’s, to hover above her prey. Fins fanned, tail barbs rattled, teeth bared, ridges rose— her body seemed to say, This is mine, of the gleaming, bloody carcass at her webbed hooves.

A snort pushed past her flared nostrils, “Bridge?” Her growl was deep and disbelieving, “I need no bridge for water.” Her ridges undulated as she spoke, as if to highlight her words. She paused, eyes sweeping the threatening, winged body— part of her wished to defend her catch, another part wished to disappear beneath the waves. But she was too tired for either actions, so instead she asked, “Why is there a bridge to here?” Her body did not relax, but the growl left her voice.

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