the Rift


I Dont Wanna Fight Alone Anymore

Carlisle Posts: 2
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 8
Sheena
#1

It means an ugly fight. With lives lost
Things have changed since fleeing the lands he was born in, his body and mind not as young or naive as he'd once been. Still, there is a lingering hope that there is good in others, that not all of the world is cruel... full of monsters. How far he had wandered was unknown, years it had taken. Venturing from land to land, never staying put for long, his wings often causing him to be an outcast of herds. Chased off, and unwelcome. It was a curse and a blessing he supposed, furthering his distrust in strangers. Allowing him to pull up a wall, to protect his heart and mind from their harsh words and violent actions. Silently he moves across these new lands, white wings idly tucked securely against black and white sides. Each step measured, calculated. It is different here than in his birthlands, here the season's change.. the temperature not unbearable. A cool breeze seems to drift across the lands, rustling the feathers of his wings.

Scars litter his pelt tell a story of hardship and struggle, yet somehow his head remains high... proud. His steps while calculated are not hesitant, but sure.... Confident. Striking blue eyes scan the horizon as he moves as quietly as possible through the forest in this new land. If his time alone had taught him nothing, it was that not every land was welcoming... not every land was safe. Shifting his wings against his sides he slows his pace, having wandered further into the forest and yet.. not a soul was to be seen. Not yet at least, perhaps for now it was safe to stop, to rest. His black hue offers some camouflage in the dark forest, limited thanks to the stark white of his wings.

Halting near what would appear to others as some random tree, he waits. His mind shifting, plotting. Would this new, strange lands be where he could finally settle down, finally make a name for himself far from the ghosts of his past? He doubted it, expected to be driven off once more and marked a freak. A loner. Perhaps it was foolish to stop, to wait and see if any others approached him. He knew he should continue on, continue to a different land and yet.. he was tired of running.

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Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#2

let the winds erase me,

like the memory of a kiss

Perhaps she shouldn’t be as trusting, as kind, as she is, knowing full well how monstrous the world can be. But still, she is. Still, she sees the good in others, believes them innocent until proven guilty. The world doesn’t work in reverse to her. She doesn’t learn to trust someone, doesn’t learn to care for someone. She waits till she’s proven wrong. Perhaps it explains why her heart is broken so easily, so often. She’s grown use to the weight of a broken heart, grown used to feeling lost and alone in this place. Despite having friends, despite having a home, despite all the things she does have here.

Somehow, none of it really feels like hers. But she keeps trying anyway. She keeps smiling anyway.

It’s been some time since she’s been in the Threshold. But it’s hard to sing her praises of the Edge when it stabs like knives. But the Edge is wonderful. The members of the Edge are wonderful. She just hopes for too much, perhaps. But if asked to list her friends, they were all herdmates. They mattered to her. Gawen and Raeden and Alysanne and Glasgow. Glass, who no longer was a herdmate but had been. It didn’t change their friendship, it just made Lyanna’s heart grow heavier.

Too much loss for one so young. No wonder she does not act her age.

Today, she’s feeling okay though. Birdsong always lifts her spirits, and she takes to the sky, letting the wind sooth her aching soul. It always does, this combination of sunshine and pleasant breezes. Brings her back to herself somehow, lets her be free. Free of what, she isn’t sure. Just simply free.

She lands outside the Threshold, feeling ready to meet new faces, to start today fresh. The trees here are familiar to her, and she winds her way through them easily, enjoying the peace that the Threshold usually offers. Most forests are peaceful though, at least to her. They remind her of the few good memories she has left of the life she was forced to leave. Eventually, she catches sight of a black and white stallion through the trees.

He blends well, and she almost misses him, but those stark white wings are almost angelic, and those she cannot miss. Not unlike the teal that tips her wings and mane, making her rather easy to find as well. She lets out a friendly nicker in greeting, not wanting to startle him, though quite possibly he’s well aware of her presence. Still, the nicker is polite, and she is nothing if not polite.

“Hello,” she says, coming through the remaining trees that separate them. “I’m Lyanna, from the World’s Edge. Are you new here?” Instinctively, she looks him over briefly, noting the scars but finding no signs of newer injuries. Not outwardly, anyway. She does it without thinking, truthfully, settling in to her role as Moon Doctor if nothing else. Though if previous experience has taught her anything, many come here broken and battered and bruised, and she’s particularly watchful here. Everyone is running from something.

lyanna

let these waters takes me

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@Carlisle

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Carlisle Posts: 2
Unclaimed
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 8
Sheena
#3

It means an ugly fight. With lives lost
The silence of the forest does not last long, sounds echoing through the trees... creatures moving about. It kept him on edge, striking blue eyes scanning his surroundings, waiting for some monster to leap from the shadows. He did not mean literal monsters, no that would be foolish. Simply cruel, monsterous horses.. the kind he'd grown up with. It was these that he feared would appear from between the trees, searching for some victim. Unawares he would not be found. Ears flicking atop skull; listening.

His suspicions about the lands being inhabited were confirmed when another appeared, however she did not attempt to strike. Instead she offered a greeting nicker, friendly? Her dark pelt caused his mind to revolt, flashing back to the dark hues of his childhood. But there was something different, well two things were different.

Where those from his birthlands had leathery wings, almost bat like in shape.. this one held wings similar to his own, though in black. The teal and white tips drew his attention the most, noting a matching teal hue in the others mane as well. He regards her with caution, though he does not show fear. Simply distrust, pondering if she had some secret agenda. Was she here to lure him into a sense of calm before the crueler horses came? He was well aware such thoughts were foolish to a lot of people... but he had seen many things in his short years. "Hi" A single word finally slips past his maw, strong despite his suspicions.

Worlds edge? Her name and claiming she was from this place interested him, was this place as the name suggested? He does not move from before the tree, using it as a blockade. In case she was not alone, no one would be sneaking up from behind him. "Pleasure, Lyanna. I am Carlisle... and yes, I am new." It was only polite to offer your own name if one gave theirs. Something his kin didn't grasp.

"Worlds edge? Is that as literal as it sounds?" His curiosity was getting the better of him, something he knew better than to allow. A foolish move, at least in his mind. He shifts his weight, wings tucked tightly against his sides. Guarded. He is hyper aware of his scars – how he hates them - , knows that they often drew questions from the few kind folk he met. After all, he was covered in them, varying shapes and ages. Growing up with kin that could shape shift, it was bound to happen.

"Speech"

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Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#4

let the winds erase me,

like the memory of a kiss

She’d grown up in a world of smiles and pleasantries. A world where, once upon a time, if you’d ask her she would have said that horses were inherently good. And some were, certainly. But some were not. She learned the hard way just what sort of monsters they could turn out to be. Those that pretended to be her friends, her brother’s friends, for years. But her brother’s friends and comrades in arms slit his throat while he slept. Not even an honorable murder, but of course, they were too afraid to face their fire-wielding prince with his eyes open.

And then they waited, pretending it had been someone outside the camp, their enemy kingdom, until her parents and their King and Queen came to investiage. In retrospect, perhaps both the king and queen should not have gone. But how could they not? Not only was this a political matter. Their son was dead and they wanted to return his body to burn it properly. Corbin had been created of fire, and he would end his life in fire as well. It was tradition, to let the element that had been yours in life take you away in death.

But their ‘friends’ outnumbered them when they arrived, much of their guard turning against their monarchs, and killed the king and queen where they stood. Killed Lyanna’s parents. She only believed in the goodness of others still because a few friends stayed true, risking their lives to save Lyanna and her sister. For all Lyanna knows, they were caught and murdered. She hoped not, but she had no way of knowing.

She had no way of knowing if anyone ever burned Corbin, or returned her mother to the sea. She still wondered if anyone here would ever know her well enough to know to scatter her remains in the wind, when her time came.

The stallion she finds seems suspicious, watching her for a moment before offering a ‘hi’. She can’t blame him though, and doesn’t take it personally. No, instead she continues to smile a bit, kindness lighting her eyes as it normally does. She grins a bit wider at his question about the World’s Edge, something pleased and happy to be talking about one of her favorite parts of the Edge.

“It’s pretty literal, yes. The herd is largely a forest, but there’s a clearing which ends in a cliff. It is beautiful really, though perhaps not the safest place to hang out. A bit safer with wings,” she says with a smile, ruffling her own slightly. She doesn’t think twice about the scars on his sides, other than to appraise that there’s nothing new there she should heal, of course. But otherwise, to her, she cares only that he is polite and kind, that perhaps she can offer him some help.

“There are three other herdlands as well, their names rather appropriate to their landscapes as well. The Dragon’s Throat,” not that she’s been there, but she knows it’s in a south and the warmest of all the herds, so the name makes sense. “The Hidden Falls, and the Aurora Basin.”

lyanna

let these waters takes me

Image © Rhiaan


@Carlisle

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