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05-05-2016, 03:01 PM
The Endless Blue and Birdsong were having quite the disagreement today.
Wind whipped at the waves, capping them in frothy white and tossing sand into a frenzy of stinging particles. The ocean boiled, a slate gray reflection of a furious and stormy sky. A gathering of clouds, thick and dark and swollen with retained rains, blotted out the sun and cast the shore in a low light - twilight shades birthed beneath what should be a midday sun. As the vast sea roiled and raged beneath the curtain of gloom, a lone figure took a leisurely stroll.
Grains of sand bit at her, the wind ripping at her pale locks and attempting to shred the wings she pressed so carefully to her sides. Eyes, though squinted against the onslaught, glimmered with something raw and violent and filled with blood. It had been too long since the coral and ivory mare had tasted the fruit of battle and the scars - those delightful badges of honor - had faded into a pale silver.
Casting a glance toward the angry sky, Orithia felt her lips curl into a smile as she prayed for an aerial opponent to appear. Flight would be near to impossible what with the wind and sea spray to coat feathered wings. It would be far too easy to plummet to the earth, to smash oneself into the waves and be lost between the shore and the unknown.
Oh, what a joy to spit in the face of death.
Waves crashed and beat at the sand, relentless and scorned by the land it had embraced for millennia. The rose knew that she would not be heard above the screaming of the ocean, yet she let her voice rise with the raging of the sea. She let her throat turn raw with the razors in her voice, with the desperation that pulsed beneath her skin.
A summons for blood.
Wind whipped at the waves, capping them in frothy white and tossing sand into a frenzy of stinging particles. The ocean boiled, a slate gray reflection of a furious and stormy sky. A gathering of clouds, thick and dark and swollen with retained rains, blotted out the sun and cast the shore in a low light - twilight shades birthed beneath what should be a midday sun. As the vast sea roiled and raged beneath the curtain of gloom, a lone figure took a leisurely stroll.
Grains of sand bit at her, the wind ripping at her pale locks and attempting to shred the wings she pressed so carefully to her sides. Eyes, though squinted against the onslaught, glimmered with something raw and violent and filled with blood. It had been too long since the coral and ivory mare had tasted the fruit of battle and the scars - those delightful badges of honor - had faded into a pale silver.
Casting a glance toward the angry sky, Orithia felt her lips curl into a smile as she prayed for an aerial opponent to appear. Flight would be near to impossible what with the wind and sea spray to coat feathered wings. It would be far too easy to plummet to the earth, to smash oneself into the waves and be lost between the shore and the unknown.
Oh, what a joy to spit in the face of death.
Waves crashed and beat at the sand, relentless and scorned by the land it had embraced for millennia. The rose knew that she would not be heard above the screaming of the ocean, yet she let her voice rise with the raging of the sea. She let her throat turn raw with the razors in her voice, with the desperation that pulsed beneath her skin.
A summons for blood.
@Nymeria
ooc - Set during a spring storm on the shore of the Endless Blue. Magic/companions or whatever is fine! CANT WAIT
I've also never started a spar thread so Im sorry if this is crappy? XD
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
