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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#1
blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
While Mesec was still figuring out what to do, distractions became an everyday battle - and endless search for something else to focus on beyond the cloud of despair that had settled on his mind. The list of things that he couldn’t do stretched out before him, as long as the distance he kept between himself and all those that he loved. Even finding Gaucho, Ampere, and Zero to apologize to them would be far too hazardous - afraid that speaking of the events would cause something else to happen. He wished he knew where Ampere was, hoped she had run and returned home to her family, escaping the chill of Frostfall in the Throat.

No, he couldn’t go back there, couldn’t seek anyone out, until he figured out a way to control it - not until he could break this seemingly endless cycle as the memories haunted him whether he was awake or asleep. He had been keeping himself exhausted so that there would be no strength in him to cause damage if the warg did appear, but a few days ago it had been too much and he had collapsed into a fitful sleep - waking in a rage from the nightmares, from the memories, and bursting into that warg barely before his eyes were even open.

There had to be an end to it somehow. It haunted him, no matter where in Helovia he went he knew that he brought danger with him. He couldn’t go find any of his friends out of fear that he would hurt them too.

The uncertainty was enough to keep him away… but not too far. Lucius kept an eye from the sky, steering Mesec away from anyone else they might encounter as they travelled further north. Perhaps here it would be less likely for them to run into anyone else, while the cold settled in and chilled their bodies - giving them both something else to think about aside from the warg and when it might appear.

Snow was beginning to fall heavier as they moved into the Steppe, so they made their way toward the ornate rock formations. Twin drops of jet and silver in the world of white and grey, welcoming the relief that the shelter brought. As Mesec came to stand beneath the formation, shaking much of the snow from his wings as he did, Lucius made his way lazily down from the sky - aggravated by the growing intensity of the snow for keeping him from flying.

The demi-god's silver eyes stared blankly back out at the curtain of white before him, letting it lull him into a momentary sense of peace.

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Ki'irha

& we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again

The midnight girl slipped away from the Basin, seeking the cover of nightfall to aid in her solitude and thoughts. She was slow at first, as to not draw attention from any watching eyes, before casting her silver gaze over her shoulder. No one had followed, no one had noticed, and nobody cared. Her crowned head swung forward and she lept, long legs breaking into a gallop. Away she flew, casting a wake of newly fallen snow, allowing her legs to carry her as far as they could. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she allowed the sound of her beating blood and thudding hoof beats to fill her ears and mute the thoughts that screamed in her head.

She was painted like the night, blue cobalt stretched across sloping curves, with traces of stars spilling away from her spine. She was made of the midnight sky, pieced together with shards of starlight and bits of cosmic dust. She had traveled far in her short years, never knowing home until her arrival at the Aurora Basin. But despite all else, she felt at home beneath the sprawling galaxies and inky blue of the night sky. Deep within the night she blended in. She was no one. She wasn't a warrior, wasn't a daughter, wasn't a girl with a broken heart. She simply was.

Grey clouds began to encroach on her beautiful night, swollen with impending snow. There really was no escaping anything in this frozen scape. As the first few flakes began to fall, she imagined what it would be like not living in a place constantly covered in snow. Wind whistled by her, and several small flakes clung to her long lashes as she tried to blink away the tears that came with the frigid cold that stuck needles into her face. The blue girl pushed through the discomfort, willing her body to hold strong as she forced her way across the Steppe.

Running, running. Always running.

She was alone, and she was broken. She had always found purpose in fighting, and her father had raised her to covet one thing alone. She only knew the bonds of true family, of her two brothers and mother and father. No one depended on her, no one looked to her for protection. No matter her mistakes or shortcomings, her decisions would never impact anyone other than herself. All of that had changed when she took her place in the Aurora Basin. Suddenly, she was responsible for the protection of many, and any mistakes or brief moments of misconduct influenced everything. Each choice was a stone into a pond, with consequences cast out like ripples on a smooth surface. She seemed to make more enemies than friends, and her two closest friends seemed to disappear - one like a ghost who she hadn't seen in many seasons, and the other, she had allowed into her heart, and he had broken it. It wasn't his fault, no, it was her own naivety and inexperience that caused her heartache. But no justification lessened her pain and inner turmoil.

The snow began to fall harder, blurring her vision and clinging to her body. She slowed from her gallop, moving in a smooth trot as she shook the snow from her coat. Wetting herself to the bone and losing herself in an icy desert was a sure way to end up with hypothermia, and certainly was not the way she wanted to spend the rest of the night. Grey scanned the horizon, and a short ways up stood a natural shelter of stone. It would serve it's purpose, if only for the night, so she made her way towards it.

Due to the poor visibility, she found it difficult to see inside the formation until she was nearly upon its entryway. As she came closer, she realized someone had already beat her to the area of refuge. The girl hesitated, slowing her pace until she came to a stop. The form she saw was dark, looming, a silhouette within the shadows. "Excuse me," she began, still exposed to the elements, silver gaze tracing his contours as her eyes adjusted. She took a tentative step forward, unwilling to force herself into his space should she be unwelcome. "Do you mind if I join you? I'm a little far from home, and would like to escape the cold, even if only for a while." Her voice was gentle, lacking any desperate tones or pleading. Should he send her away, she would willingly retreat back to the Basin.

But she wasn't quite ready to go home. Not yet.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#3
blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
At first, Mesec thought he was hallucinating when she emerged from the snow, thinking that a part of the night sky had detached itself and descended toward him. A messenger of his mother? He wondered if the moon was keeping an eye on her son, wondered what she thought of everything that had happened...

Those thoughts were dangerous threads to pull at when he was trying to keep himself calm.

But, then again, what wasn’t?

As she spoke he realized that though she was ethereal in appearance, her body was earthly - a mare with the stars in her coat and a storm in her eyes. A creature of night, like him, but where he was the darkness of the night she was the light. Even his silver markings only glowed faintly here, hidden beneath the rocky shelter and the near-silent fall of the snow outside. He stepped back to let her enter, a reflexive action welcoming her before his mind could catch up. He had been striving for so long to have company and to not be alone, he almost forgot that he needed should want to be alone now.

But he didn't want to be alone. He was tired of being alone.

“You… you shouldn’t.” Mesec stammered as he tried to take another step backward, realizing even as he said the words that there really wasn’t anywhere for him to go. For either of them to go - the increasing snow in the night was trapping them. Would it be better to brave it than to trap himself here with her? Someone he had no quarrel with, no desire to hurt.

The thought of being trapped frightened him and he considered brushing past her and entering the storm again himself but before he could say more, Lucius was there - sending soothing thoughts through their bond. Mesec had wanted a distraction, right? Perhaps this was it. Perhaps she was it. A voice outside of his own mind could be more effective, another body a stronger anchor to keep him in this moment and this form. The zephyr seemed to think it a good idea - retreating into a rocky nook to rest after their flight.

With these encouragements, Mesec’s ears slowly un-pinned and he straightened his stance again, adopting a friendlier face to replace the submissive and frightened one he had been displaying just moments ago. His silver eyes flashed as he looked from her to the snow outside their shelter. “I’m far from home too…” But he wouldn’t be able to go back, even after the storm passed.

His voice was quiet, this night time sanctuary from the cold didn’t need anything louder than a whisper. “I forgot how silent the snow is as it falls, even during a storm.”

So quiet that even with the wind, it was easy to forget that there was an entire world out there, just beyond those flakes. Maybe in this smaller world - the one that consisted of only this cave and the three quiet bodies within it - he could fool himself into believing everything would be okay.

"I'm Mesec."


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Ki'irha

but in dreams I can hear your name, & in dreams we will meet again

"Thank you," she said, dipping her head respectfully before slipping past him into the shelter. Immediately she felt relief as the refuge blocked out the harsh wind. She shook the snow from her body with a delicate shake, her wind-tossed curls cascading over the slope of her neck. She sighed, the sound soft and content, as she freed herself from the dampness that had only begun to seep into her coat. Eyes fell upon him as a smile landed on her lips, and the girl allowed her gaze to travel over him briefly. He was handsome, crowned with a curved spire, with bottomless eyes pressed into his sculpted skull. Black silk was pulled taught over softly carved muscles, and she couldn't help but notice how some portions of his magnificent coat seemed to glow softly, as if moonlight was permanently embedded into his pelt. Her stormy gaze met his silver, and for a moment she stared, knowing if her eyes lingered she would become lost in his unusual eyes. Pulling her eyes away, she nearly let loose a chuckle at how similar they were, at how when she looked at him, he reminded her of the sky. They seemed to be made from the same fabric, cut from similar yet different pieces of the sky. What fates had brought them together to form a cosmos within these rock walls?

Ki'irha's reflection was cut short at his abrupt change in demeanor. She leaned back on her haunches, ears turning in surprise. She nearly presented her horn, unsure if she had just walked herself into a fight, not knowing if she had triggered a swing in his temperament with her staring. The warmness in her expression evaporated, and she hesitated. Only, she didn't spring to the defensive, because what she saw in his eyes, the way his features curved and his voice wavered, he nearly seemed frightened. She couldn't be sure he wasn't ready to spring, but she forced herself to relax. Ears returned to their attentive peaks, and her expression softened. There was no telling what could cause a spirit to grow to skittish, and he was residing in a rock formation in a frozen desert. Maybe he was a recluse, and found peace in his solitude. "I'm sorry," she murmured, allowing her defenses to fall. The moonlit stallion seemed to shake whatever apprehension he was feeling away, and she took a deep breath. Should it come to it, she would certainly take her leave and brave the storm. He was here first, and she was used to the bitter cold the north harbored. Finally averting her eyes, she looked out into the worsening storm.

She was a general, a brave warrior appointed to her rank due to her skills and prowess. But somehow, for some strange reason she couldn't quite pinpoint, she allowed herself to be free from her armor. It was dangerous, presenting her soft exterior to the stranger. The last time she had shown vulnerability, when she had told Ashamin how she believed she felt... She glanced at Mesec through her lashes for a moment, knowing he wasn't capable of hurting her the way she allowed herself to be broken before while exposed and open and weak. He certainly couldn't fix her, either, but letting her walls collapse was cathartic for her wounded spirit.

The tinkling of the icy flakes falling created a soft song in the background as the celestial pair looked out. She was silent for a moment, allowing only his words to fill the void the storm left. "It's beautiful, how something as powerful as a snowstorm comes with nothing more than a whisper to announce it's presence." They continued to stand for a moment, allowing the world to swallow them as time slipped by. Even in their shared silence, the company was enjoyed in silent reverie.

"It is nice to meet you, Mesec,-" she felt the name on her tongue, let it roll through her lips as she tasted it for the first time, "- even if the circumstances aren't the most ideal." The traces of a laugh escaped her smiling maw. The cobalt mare nearly made up a name, contemplating for a moment whether or not she was willing to share her name with the stag. What would it matter? Helovia was a big place, and the chances of crossing his path again was slim. "I am Ki'irha," she finally decided, offering him a piece of her that was long-forgotten by many. She didn't ask where he was from. She didn't think it mattered. Here, tonight, she was just a wandering woman beside a lost man, and as they allowed their threads to tangle, perhaps it would be enough.

The star girl thought about asking what brought Mesec this far north. It certainly wasn't an ideal vacation getaway. Maybe he was headed towards the Basin? Again, she didn't care about the boring questions, and idle chit chat wasn't really her thing. Instead, she allowed her thoughts to fall upon the zephyr. She had never seen one before, mostly due to her typical avoidance of those with wings. She let a smile touch her lips. "He's beautiful," she murmured, fascinated with the way his iridescent plumage held its own intricate glowing designs. "He must be your companion? It must be nice, knowing you're never alone." She envied the bond shared between the companion and its bonded. To have someone always there, privy to your thoughts and emotions and fears, no matter where you were or what struggles were captured within the heart. Someone who understood.

How could you possibly feel lost if you were never alone?

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Ki'irha speaks



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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#5
blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
Mesec was thankful that his frightened demeanour didn’t put her off - even if it did wipe the warm expression from her face. Although it was certainly selfish of him, although he had said she shouldn’t enter, he had still wanted her to - wanted the company. It helped that she did not seem afraid, taking up soft and non threatening posture and expression, and even her murmured apology continued to help him relax his muscles. There was a brief, terrifying memory of the fear in Ampere's eyes and voice when she looked at him that last time. Mesec would give anything to never have someone look at him that way again.

And that was why the demigod  was so thankful that this mare was a stranger, a fellow creature of the night, feeling certain that it would not be so easy to fight off his guilt and fear if it had been a familiar face.

A corner of his silver lips even tugged into a small smile at her laugh - her mention of the less than ideal circumstances of their meeting. Not ideal but he relaxed into the easy conversation (anything without screaming and crying felt easy now) and was thankful for the storm trapping them together for the time. “It’s nice to meet you too, Ki’irha.” Taking his cues from her, Mesec does not ask her more questions about who she was, where she was from. It seemed likely that she was from the Basin but there was no guarantee. They could have both wandered here from anywhere in Helovia. It didn’t truly matter - it wouldn’t change anything. He felt calmer the longer he stood there, with just the sound of her breathing and the gentle snow. It was actually soothing how they were near-strangers, sharing names even if they did not need to. They could have existed peacefully together beneath this shelter and formed no bond at all.

His gaze followed her to Lucius where he was roosting and a fond smile crinkled across his features. “Yes he is. Lucius.” Names appeared to be safe information to share - even if homes and anything else was silently agreed to not bring up. Mesec couldn’t imagine going through what he was without Lucius there to help him. He hadn’t considered bonding, hadn’t craved it, until he had been present with the egg - presented with the chance to care for something and always be tethered to it, even when friends and family had gone.

But even then, as he felt the drowsiness through their bond that let him know that the zephyr was getting some well deserved sleep, Mesec still was alone. He could only use his bonded as a crutch so often. Sometimes, there were holes that couldn’t be filed by the companionship between them. “It is nice but…” His silver gaze lingered still on the zephyr, his next question spoken shyly - just a whisper in the space he existed in with the star mare. “Do you ever feel alone, though, even when someone is with you? Even when you’re in a crowd - like you’re somehow... separate?” Only as his voice faded did he look toward her, curious to see if she understood that sensation - and finding himself hoping that she did. Perhaps if they were both lost, both alone, they could manage to escape that together for a little while - for as long as it took the snowstorm to rage outside of this cave and fade off.

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Ki'irha

but in dreams I can hear your name, & in dreams we will meet again

“Do you ever feel alone, though, even when someone is with you? Even when you’re in a crowd - like you’re somehow... separate?”A sadness overcame her features, and this time she was unable to hide the expression. Though she was silent for a moment, in her head images raced, momentary pictures of all who had come and gone, of the discontent and bitter loneliness that peppered her life. The last face she saw, burned into her eyes, was of the painted haruspex. The girl looked away, and her voice was quiet. "Always."

She had wandered through many provinces of Helovia with few lasting relationships. She tried to not hide herself away in the recesses of the Basin, but she found sanctuary within the mountains. Her wanderings throughout the night, with nothing but the moon as her guide and the stars as her guardians, reminded her that solitude came with it's rewards, but it also came with painful loneliness to have no one to share the heavens with. Perhaps the stallion understood her emotional ailments; but still, did he expect to find company somewhere on the barren Steppe? Maybe it was the fates that brought them together, two home-tied vagabonds who needed escape. Running away was never an appropriate answer, but sometimes it provided a distraction before the real world came crashing down again.

"Maybe, sometimes, we aren't meant to have anyone." It hurt to say out loud. Were they really destined to be alone, without a single other soul to require their existence? She sighed, and looked back to him. "My mother always said that everything happened for a reason. The way I look at it, maybe we walk alone because we simply haven't found the right people to share the stars with." She shrugged, her galaxy-stained shoulders rolling gracefully. It was a ridiculous notion, sure. But, hopefully, it was true. Maybe they just needed the patience to see the bigger picture. She forced a laugh, looking back out into the storm. "I know, cliches are terrible. They just make some things easier to swallow."

Silence settled over her again. A slight gust of wind slipped past the rock slabs, blowing in a small flurry of snow. She sidestepped on nimble cloves, attempting to evade the wind and it's harsh chill. It didn't matter whether it was instinct to move out of the way, or something more, some subconscious spur, that encouraged her to shy away from the elements. Her shoulder brushed against him, and she felt her skin alight with the touch of another. Even if it was accidental, something about their contact made her heart flutter. She looked up at him, trying to catch his eye. Despite how she didn't want to encroach on his space or make him uncomfortable, despite how she knew she should step away, she couldn't. How long had she craved the touch of another? For too long she wished for someone to fill the space left by a thousand disappointments and broken hearts. She didn't know him. He was Mesec, who hailed from nowhere, who she had just met. And who was she? She was Ki'irha, the unknown girl from a different nowhere. They were two unknown stars, settled into uncharted sky, aligning for the first time.

She pulled away, shifting ever so slightly away from his form. Her tail flicked, her heart quivered, her body threatened to betray her. Still she watched him, and her words, nothing more than an exhale, were meant for him, to be tucked away close to his heart.

"I don't want to be alone anymore."
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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#7
blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
There was some comfort in the knowledge that Mesec wasn’t alone in his feelings of isolation, but it did not last long - it was chased quickly by the sadness that Ki’irha knew what it felt like. He would not wish that on her, whoever she was and wherever she came from. Even in the light of the Throat, surrounded by the sun and the friends he had made there, Mesec could not shake the solitude that wrapped around him and suffocated what chances he sought to form ties.

He was the one doing the suffocating now. It was his demons that had chased Ampere away - and perhaps they had been present all along between them. No matter how hard they had fought to break through the storm it wouldn’t have been enough.

Shifting his gaze from the snow to the mare at his side, he listened to her cliche but helpful words. It wasn’t a nice idea, to brush off the friends and connections already made as though they weren’t right in some way. But maybe they weren’t. Maybe there was something else, something more waiting for the two of them once they were free to leave this shelter. “I hope you’re right. And at least they give us that much.” Hope was a powerful thing and he clung to it now as though it were the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Although the brushing of their shoulders was nothing meaningful, just a quick and careful result of her shifting to get away from the stirring of the wind, it sent heat racing through him instead of chills. He hadn’t meant to stand close enough that they could touch and he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he shouldn’t have - but realized that he enjoyed it. How long had it been since he had stood near enough to someone to experience such a casual brushing?

The gesture was nothing on any other day but tonight it meant everything to the crumbling demigod.

When she moved away he fought the disappointment in the sudden (though not extreme) distance between them - his silver eyes sad as they watched her and his breath catching when she spoke again. “Neither do I.” The words were quiet, falling with more care than the flurries outside of their sanctuary, as he reached out to her - wanting to bridge the gap between them and run his muzzle gently along the night sky caught in her coat. “You’re not alone, Ki’irha.” Her name was barely a whisper, spoken into her skin, and if she would allow the proximity the words may have been more felt than they were heard.

His mind was raging - alive with as many thoughts as there were snowflakes falling from the sky in this storm - and he was aware in a dim sense that this would not fix anything - for either of them. But that knowledge did not stop him. Mesec was tired of being alone, tired of feeling afraid, and wanted… well, he wanted more. More of her casual touches, more of whatever she could give him, and in return he would give her whatever she needed of him as well. They were still two strangers and whatever was healed tonight may not be permanent but it was something. Carefully, with his muzzle trembling just slightly (in fear, anticipation, uncertainty) he moved to nip lightly, questioningly, at her withers. His silver eyes did not move from her face, leaving the question for her to answer.


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Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 years old HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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Ki'irha

but in dreams I can hear your name, & in dreams we will meet again

Ki'irha, for a while, had imagined Ashamin standing beside her beneath an evening sky, making lighthearted advances as they laughed and enjoyed each other. He had been the one who nestled his way into a hidden part of her heart, a place she had never acknowledged simply because it was not a priority of hers. Perhaps that was why, when he tore herself from her after she hinted at her feelings, the pain was so deep. She had attempted desperately to bury the disappointment beneath spars and long journeys away from the Basin. Each attempt had failed, and still she couldn't shake the regret she held for allowing him to get so close. Especially when she laid her eyes upon his child, the product of a storyteller and a thief, she knew she could never expect him to choose her (he had so easily chosen someone else). Something in her spirit broke.

And now, for the first time, her mind was empty of all regrets.

Mesec's words were meant for her, and her alone. The way he breathed his promise even if it was only true for the moment into her fur was enough to make her blossom. She bloomed, untouched and unblemished, willing to hand herself over to the stallion the storm had led her to. Her steep neck sloped, reaching for the whispers he pressed into her skin. Standing beside her, brushed in moonlight, overwhelming each of her senses, he managed to block everything else out. He forced from her any hesitation or residual heartache. He was a temporary solution, but that didn't mean what was happening between them was any less of an answer. As he ran his muzzle across her galaxies, she forgot about the Haruspex, which proved she could walk away. It empowered her, rekindled the spark that would burn like a wildfire long after this encounter. Regardless of whatever else the Nightwind would provide to her tonight, this was a gift he would never understand. It was a gift that she needed as much as she needed the breath within her lungs, and the beat within her heart. She was Ki'irha, and she was a queen, given back her crown by an unknowing stranger.

Her eyes followed his, crowned head moving to watch his every movement. His teeth grazed her withers, and the warmth that swept through her veins convinced her that this was right. A bated breath escaped her velvet lips, and it trailed into the softest moan. She reached out one last time, looking to touch her nose upon his cheek. She inhaled him, his scent musky and nearly unfamiliar. She pulled her muzzle away, and as she did she finally broke eye contact, the chain of silver to silver falling away, as her lids fluttered shut. Each movement she made was subtle yet deliberate. Her muscles quivered, her heart raced, and her breaths grew deeper. A small step brought her forward and away, tail swaying gently, letting her body tell him what words couldn't.

The starlit girl had never belonged to anyone. She was a free mare, born beneath an open midnight sky, with a destiny yet to be unraveled. She was untethered, unanchored, unchained. But tonight, everything was different.

Tonight, she belonged to him.
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Ki'irha speaks
OOC// You can consider the end of this post to be her "fade to black" moment, or I can go one more round with her.



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