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Kiada Posts: 181
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Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#1
It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart
They had learned of their origins. That their father was a King. That their mother was a long forgotten princess. Their mother could’ve been a Queen, and of course all the childhood stories of Kings and Queens, of the knight in shining armor rescuing the endangered princess from dragon fire and darkness. Kiada had learned that she was a princess, after all. And she let that kind of power get to her head, just as her brother had. They were royalty and they were to be treated as such. Despite their tiny statures, their young ages, they were persistent. Kiada had been born, graced with magic - but she could feel that something was different with her brother. They were to be as one, working together like a well oiled machine. One part, one heart, always knowing when something changed within the other.

So the two of them bounded through the Birdsong grasses of the Meadow - a place they hadn’t known the name of. And despite the fact that they had escaped Mother, the golden’s polecat could be seen hiding in the shadows keeping an eye on the two of them. No matter how they tried to get away, Marembo continually followed with his watchful gleaming beady eyes. This didn’t bother Kiada much, however. The polecat never did anything, it just simply watched. And so, she carried on. Her ink dipped head held high in the sky with the ivory stripes that splashed across it a mirror image of her twin’s. The only thing on her mind was the slight feeling of change from her brother. He had mentioned feeling something more within him. This had Kiada wondering if he, too, felt a similar thing as she did with her magic. The burst of light and fire that erupted from her topline.

Do you want to try and use it, Brother?” She questioned, pausing in her new found dance across the grasses to let her oceanic gaze seek out his own. The flames that lined her back were showing slight signs of morphing into an animal as she watched him with curiosity. It was strange for Kiada, to think that her brother might have magic but the idea of it not being so easily seen as hers was. As far as her young mind was concerned, magic was a visible thing, unless of course you were Ru’in after he had pushed her across the Heavenly Fields with something that you couldn’t see. But of course, that was a unique experience, and surely no one else could possibly have something like that - invisible but still burning to be released from their veins.

Letting her gaze drift off from her brother, she knew deep down what the answer would be. So the ivory splashed filly let her ink dipped daggers take her across the grasses even further in a gentleness that showed no signs of malice. The movement of a simple family of rabbits caught her attention, and she figured they might be a good option. They were soft and brown in color, and where other little girls might admire them and want to play with them, Kiada just wanted to see what her brother was made of. The filly picked a spot near the family, but not too close. She laid herself in the grasses, disappearing for the most part aside from her magic as it shifted into small flames of rabbits, jumping and bounding across her back - intriguing the little family of rabbits. The trap had been set. Now it was up for Kianzo to set it off.

"Talk."
that she's learnt the lightning's secret—
to ripping darkened skies apart.
Kiada
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Smitty wants to practice Kianzo's magic on the bunnies. :D

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Kianzo Posts: 95
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#2
Fate whispers to him,
"You cannot withstand the storm."
Long legs of ink and gold bound alongside sister’s similarly dyed legs. Though he was not as enthralled with such endeavors as frolicking, Kia seemed to find such pleasure in it that it spilled over into the dark colt. So he ran alongside her, the yang to his yin, the dark star to his moonless night.

Their long legs moved in alien harmony, keeping a rhythm so completely that it nearly looked contrived. But infant foals couldn’t force such things, they simply were in unison with each other. Black hooves beat a haunting tempo as they fled from out beneath their mother’s watchful eye. But two gleaming, cerulean eyes and bounding, ferret-liked legs chase after the dark duo. Marembo, feeling their mother’s deep love for the twins and recognizing the dark mischievousness in them, forever watched and patrolled their young, ominous antics.

“Do you want to try and use it, Brother?” Before she even spoke, his dark-masked eyes were already turning towards her, just as he paused his pumping legs when she paused her her own dancing. Blue eyes met, and the darkling prince smirked, “I do, sister.” He need not ask what she was speaking of— he already knew she meant the darkness that sparked in his soul just as it flamed on her back— a slender back that drew is sharp gaze an animal flared in the flames. Appreciatively, he watched the tongues flicker, forming into long ears and soft tails as she moved away from him and towards a family of rabbits.

Closely, his dark eyes watched sister gently approach the bunnies. There was softness in her step, a faux-tenderness that he could not replicate. Thus was the difference that existed between the linked souls— what split them in two different bodies rather than together in one. And he enjoyed watching her, watching her strengths as she lured the adorable rodent victims towards her.

Her soft, gentle motions laid her in the grass not far from their prey—and Kianzo was suddenly hit with a pang to join alongside her soft, warm body in the grass. But he waited and watched, eyes reluctantly leaving his partner for the brown furry forms.

He nodded in approval, sister had chosen well. And he reached for the sparking, dark energy that was coiled inside of him. It wasn’t nearly as deep or difficult to reach, so young and shallow and dark was his soul. A deep breath through flared gilded nostrils, and then he cast the sparking darkness out.

Betraying the control his young mind had thought it felt, the magic exploded from his chest in three small clouds of ash, spooking the rabbits as the spun and tried to escape.

But the ash swamped them, held them, suspended them. And the furry creatures could not move, beady small eyes rimmed in white as fear exploded the youngest kit's heart, suddenly slumped in it’s suspended state of attempted flee. But the remainder two adults and four kittens were alive and trapped in their terror.

A slow smirk spread across his face, Perfect, sister,” though his murmur was quiet and mostly meant for himself, he still directed it towards Kiada.

Above, a hungry hawk keened, most interested in the frozen meals below it. The noise drew an ear and glance from the colt, but nothing more.
and he whispers back
"I am the storm."
Kianzo
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fun fact: a baby bunny is called a kitten :O
Alos, he hasn't seen a hyena yet, so his magic is just ash clouds! >:D

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#3
the
Laurelin

The warm sun shifted on his golden back and brought a long low sigh from him. A cloven hoof absent mindedly pawed at the dry dirt below. Harks speak of ill thoughts and his head turns away from the dust in disgust. There were too fowl a memories in this weather, dry and hot. And he had been followed by to many of those lately. Snorting out, he roused the deer standing not far to look up from his own meal. The patient deer had felt the growing weight of those old times lately, and spoke nothing, knowing their true cause. Still even he was tiring of them. His time on this earth was growing finally long enough to notice change. Notice in himself the loose of playful exuberance, and he missed it. The past few days he drug the gold from the hollow to out here, hoping to spark….something.

It turns out, today might finally be his chance. The sharp deer hears them first and the he draws it to the gold’s attention. Coming just in sight, a small pair of figures moves closer. The gold cocks his head, but with familiar movements, reaches back and throws his black cloak over his back. Haldir’s questions are answered to do the same, and the dark deer, still small because of his class, slips into a thistle bush. The twins may have sought prey to trap, but they were walking into one as well.

As the bounded forward the gold watched with dull curiosity. He was not always a fan of babes, their cutting gazes and jumping conclusions were like those of companions, seemingly always on his trail. Their instincts were always so highly tuned, so that where adults could brush it off, their minds and bodies seemed to scream it. (There was also the continued foul presence of memories…but he was loathe to mention those.) The twins flirted past him, but his gaze followed. Their markings…The filly was hard to place but that colt’s marks could not be mistaken. He was clearly the child of the elephant, and the northern thief. How those two came together was beyond the gold’s comprehension.

”Haldir, tolio.” The deer heard the command to come, to move on, but he was loath to go. In his desire to find something lost of himself he watched the girl with envy. Her light dancing feet, and fine face spoke of a filly of folly. The flames along her back only told of a liveliness. He wanted that, the dark deer. He wanted to feel something lighter than the dark pressing weight the gold always marked him with. So he begs the invisible keeper, who was already walking away, to wait. The filly’s voice breaks the golden’s rebuttal. And earth eyes turn to watch the scene unfold.

It draws him back in as he watches with increasing concern that all was not as it appeared with the pair. She calls him brother, and they share the darkest of grins. To poor Haldir this all goes unnoticed. Instead in his willing eyes he still watches the girl in wonder as she slips down in the grass to play with the bunnies. His smart grin knows just what to do. He would join them, and pull the gold from his secluded dark day as he had done before. So as the filly settled down, and the colt took in a deep breath the deer steps from his hiding towards their turned backs. Into his horror.

The gold was more curious and pleased than horrified. He too had assumed the twins were of lighter make, but was pleasantly surprised to be found wrong. His skin did twitch to see the young rabbit go limp, but his eyes rolled over the scene with hunger. It was a neat trick, and clearly these twins were not made of typical mother’s milk. He liked that. They were different, odd, curious, possibly even wrong? and he never missed an opportunity to meet Helovia’s stranger inhabitants. They always proved a lovely distraction, and given the obvious lineage of at least one of the foals he was drawn closer.

The dark small stag shifts behind them, wishing he could disappear back, but it was unlikely. Here was yet another lesson for the small deer, born so innocent and carefree, that the world was never as it seemed. The gold, standing behind his deer, watching him so foolishly step out, does nothing. The stag he thought should know better after being bonded to the gold these past years. So when the deer watches one of the kittens go limp with death and the malice grins rise on the twins he turned back to look where he suspected the gold to be.

Thranduil though was no immediately outright savior. His hidden earth eyes met the deer’s tender ones with a hard gaze. It was the deer’s fault for stepping out in this. He would have to figure it out on his own. The deer turned back, frozen, but trying to wipe the fear from his face. He had been infected from the gold with enough pride to not want to appear weak and defenseless. Though still he pleads some mercy from his own bonded at what was surely his fate before him. ”Tad dan min [two against one],” The deer gulped. The golden only rolled his eyes at the foolishness of the deer again.

Haldir looked down at his own hooves, smoking with their usual whisps and curls, as he tried to seem normal and not let the lonely fear and abandonment seep through. He was indeed very foolish. To his side though he sees two cloven hoof prints appear from seemingly nowhere. The little deer’s chest swelled, and he looked back to the twins with a higher head. The gold wasn’t going to let all the effort of saving the deer’s butt in day’s past go to waste now before some foals. It was perhaps the sweetest thing the deer had ever heard through the gold’s thoughts.

"Talk."
OOC:: So excited! =D
Haldir stepped out behind Kianzo just as he sent out the ash, but Thranduil (invisible) steps up beside the deer.

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Kiada Posts: 181
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Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#4
It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart
I do, sister

She knew it, and the filly was excited to be the bait for her brothers trap. She was excited to see the ash that her brother could control. While at first she was jealous, she had to remember that she had been born graced with magic. And now they fit together, even more. One being as two, each other’s mirror, each others half.

The filly was always trying to do her best, especially when it came to her brother. She wanted to prove to him how strong she was, how alike they were in their prowess, how they could grow together and take mountains beneath their reign. She wanted to be a conqueror, but she was only so much of one as Kianzo was. And she relied on him entirely for it. She held the grace and gentleness, gifted from her mother, with the sharp temper and tongue of her father. Kianzo, carried most of the brute force - even still being foals, they were promising in their stature and size itself to take on the world bit by bit. She had the wit, he had the force.

Kiada laid the trap, and Kianzo swooped in, using his magic to suspend the unsuspecting bunnies. A charm of a giggle escaped the girl at the mere sight of all the fright within their poor limp frames. She stood, on gangly legs to get a closer look at the creatures as they floated in the air, surrounded by clouds of darkness. She listened, prideful as her ivory rimmed ears flicked to her brother as he purred “perfect, sister”. The line of flames that ignited her back were fading from the rabbits as her job was done, soon to be replaced by another flicker of emotion.

That is, until she spotted a looming beast behind her brother. Instinctively, she turned on her heels as best she could with her lumbering unexperienced legs. Her ears flickered back against her ebony skull as ivory outlined oceanic eyes sized up the intruder. Once she realized it was none other than a deer, her ears pulled back up in curiosity. Shooting a glance over at her brother, a sickening smile crossed her pink splotched lips.

Brother, we have been graced with another. Can we try it on this one too?” Her blue gaze sought out her twins’ for a moment before she turned her attention on Haldir once again. She moved toward him, then, slowly as to not startle the strange looking deer. All while the flames that flickered upon her back died of the rabbits and were reborn in shapes of little deer. Their antlers flickering and reaching for the sky as she stepped carefully and gracefully ever closer to the Haldir, not knowing that the trap she was trying to set would end up more than likely backfiring in her face.

"Talk."
that she's learnt the lightning's secret—
to ripping darkened skies apart.
Kiada
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@Kianzo @Thranduil

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Kianzo Posts: 95
World's Edge Sleuth
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#5
Fate whispers to him,
"You cannot withstand the storm."
The princeling is so engrossed in the darkness, its dark sparks in his body, and its ashen explosion from his chest that the whispers of the cerndyr’s cloven hooves go unnoticed in his youthful ears. His young body, already overwhelmed by magic and life, misses the subtle warmth and presence that marked the deer’s body alongside his. Perhaps, when he is older and wiser and more savvy to life’s threats (rather than only being the threat), he will not miss such hints of another’s approach. But, as it is, the deer’s regretfully gleeful approach slips his attention, forgone for the close scrutiny of the collapsed kit and joyous sound of his sister’s giggles.

Kia’s laugh was something extraordinary to the colt— at least, her true laughter that (so far) only he had had the privilege of causing. It was the soft chiming of dark bells, holding a promise of something darker, richer, and more sensual to come as she aged. And the dark prince prized it.

Though, his eyes sweep from her ink-dipped face and bright eyes to the frozen, furry rodents. His own, ink-striped face drops slightly, peering through the slightly opaque cloud that suspended the rabbits, him large and luminous eyes blinking a few times as the ash trembles in its suspended cloud. The fuzzy paws, long ears, and small noses of his terrified victims twitch a few times, dark button eyes rolling wildly as his youthful magic begins to loosen its hold.

“Brother, we have been graced with another.” Small head rises on his short foal neck, head jerking to find the proudly sharp antlers that are attached to the dark brown deer alongside him. Bright blue eyes widen in surprise that he had neither seen nor heard the small deer approach— magic must be a consuming thing, his young mind realizes and notes for future uses.

“Can we try it on this one, too?” A grin crosses his foal whiskered lips— surprisingly dark for one so young. “Yes, Kia.” Regardless if he had wanted to do so (and he most certainly did want to try his power on a larger creature than bunnies), the colt was truly incapable of denying his dearest sister.

So, with a mind now following a track akin to Kia’s, the cold mentally seizes quivering ash that shrouds the rabbits. And, the poor rodents, fall to earth— those living fleeing on bounding legs, and the one dead slumping in a soft, furry heap. Lacking dexterity and control because of his youth, the cloud flies up into the air in a condensed, medium-sized cloud. It moves erratically, jerking a few times, before suddenly speeding towards the small deer.

Sweat prickles his soft skin, darkening gold to bronze and buckskin to brown. His black-masked brows furrow as he shifts slightly away from the antlered creature, to keep clear of the rushing ash cloud.

A soft snicker comes out of his self-satisfied smirk.
and he whispers back
"I am the storm."
Kianzo
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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#6
the
Laurelin

”Hi” [Now] The dark deer pleaded as the attention of the filly finally turned to him. But the gold was not so kind. His tasseled tail flicked under his black cloak, just the tip wiggling like a cat. No, not yet. A smile comes back to the girl’s lips and the deer’s large ears fall back. He had expected to feel like leaping over to her, and tag her in play, but knowing now what dark thoughts were behind that grin, he only hung back, his stomach turning in knots. As her dark words rolled out like a purr the deer shivered. His heart was racing, and the dark mist at his feet instinctively swirled with self-protection, though not strong enough to do any good.

The colt turns on him, and his wide eyes scare the small stag. He takes a subconscious step back, but find a solid leg of the invisible gold. The whole body of the companion froze. The term got your back now sounding rather regretful to the deer. The gold only looked on the scene. A plan wrapping around his brain and bringing the slightest smirk to his lips. If the foals were setting this magic on every creature they could find, perhaps he better warn them of a few things. Mainly, that in this world, not everything was as it appeared. His grin grew, he liked teaching lessons.

Haldir’s small head turns between the two, as they speak as if he cannot hear or understand. He would not step back again, and he would try his best to show some boldness, but in the end, the limp kit in the corner of the scene still made his hairs stand on end. Moon eyes turn to the movement of the advancing filly. One ear comes slowly forward again, watching in some betraying curiosity at the flames on her back leap with deer. And even though he had seen the trap before, he is caught by it.

The gold still standing just to the side and behind the stag was as well captured by this most curious trick of the filly. Yet, he also watched the colt. Crowned head lowers, readying, and the stag questions again. ”Hi?” Though still there is no answer. Haldir, it being his health on the line, was more impatient than the gold. He was finding he didn’t like being bait. The ashen mist swirls, seemingly half controlled from its current captives, letting them drop. Haldir’s eyes finally look from the dancing flames to the dark cloud above and his body braces, his please growing urgent. “Hi!” The dark ashen cloud rushes forward.

Now! He moves at once. A dark purple stone awakens in the circlet of the golden, and the dark magic of his own lashes out. Teeth grit tight and sweat pricks his brow to command these multiple avenues of magic, but his grin only grows wider with the feeling of power and deviousness coursing quickly through him. Its fingers reaching forward to try and cover the eyes of the foals. The smoke of their sinister touch reaching to invade their sight. The stone meanwhile, becomes a vacuum and inhales the dark ashes and their poison, swirling with their darkness and locking in black.

As a the stone became dead again, and the concentration needed eased, he reached back to pull from his back the black cloak, its silence kept by his own magic as he tucked it in his satchel. The dark fingers of smoke, if it had covered the eyes of the foals was shortened by his attempt to stretch it between them, and it recedes quickly. But it was not completely gone before the dark smooth, most satisfied voice spoke, “Neat trick, but...” A dark low chuckle lifts the last of the magic. “...not everything in this world is as defenseless as rabbits.” They were left with the proud standing gold, head high and smirk wide, and the half fainted Haldir, standing just behind him, a mix of hesitation and satisfaction mingling in his wide moon eyes. His heart still racing. “Surely Rexanna or Tembovu taught their children that…” It draws out like a tease begging them into argument or defense, yet lite with humor and tease.


"Talk."
OOC:: Thranduil captures Zo's magic in a moon amulet and uses his smoke blinding magic to try and shield their eyes. While/If shielded he takes off his cloak. Haldir proceeds to have a heart attack behind him. XD

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Kiada Posts: 181
World's Edge Nurse
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#7
It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart
A dark grin spread across her twins’ face. A small smirk cast over her own pink splattered lips as she stepped carefully ever closer to the cerndyr. As if she were dancing, she writhed around on tiny ink dipped legs trying to capture his attention. She felt the presence of the cloud of ash before she saw it as it attempted to reach for the deer. Stepping slightly away from the cloud, but still closer to the dark deer, she let her oceanic gaze linger on him as the cloud approached ever closer every second. She felt her heartbeat in her chest, vibrating against the excitement she thought she was about to witness. As she heard Kianzo’s snicker, she watched the deer’s eyes grow large as he tried to back up, yet something stopped him.

The cloud jerked closer when suddenly there was black everywhere. A slight screech escaped the filly, uncertainty of what was happening to her growing wide within her mind. She frantically tossed her head, seeking out Kianzo as she stumbled closer to him. Her vision completely lost as she screamed her frustration. What was this deer? Did most deer have abilities like this? Why hadn’t they figured that out before? (It was a simple answer, really, considering they hadn’t ever threatened one before.)

But then, just like that, vision began to return. It was blurry at first, tears welling up from the feeling of smoke within them. She blinked a few times, tossing her tiny inky head to her legs, rubbing at the white markings that lined her eyes. “Neat trick, but…” Ivory rimmed ears flicked back to her tiny skull as she forced her head up with a sharp glare. The sound, now made sense, as a golden stallion stood in front of the deer. Eyes widened slightly before she squinted them in her anger. The flames lining her back immediately turning from herds of deer to piles of snakes, writhing and striking along her back. She didn’t like this stag. Everything about him seemed to scream cocky and there was something about that smirk on his golden body that made her feel as though the only one that should be cocky was her brother. A snort was sent in his direction as she stamped her tiny dagger into the grasses of the field.

Surely Rexanna or Tembovu taught their children that…

Turning her head to her brother, she gazed at him with wide eyes. Just how did this man know Mother and Father when they hadn’t even met Father yet? She turned her head back to the stallion with the terrified deer, eyes narrowing. “Mother is boring, this was more fun.” Her voice was light but carried a hint of poison for a being so young. She wasn’t wrong, though. Rexanna was protective of her children. She would fight to the death if it meant that her children were safe, and here they were being reckless. “Father hasn’t taught us anything yet, we’re left to ourselves.” Lifting her head up, she did her best to mock his pride and ego that radiated from him as if she too were as successful as the Laurelin.

"Talk."
that she's learnt the lightning's secret—
to ripping darkened skies apart.
Kiada
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@Kianzo @Thranduil i love this thread omg xD <3

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Kianzo Posts: 95
World's Edge Sleuth
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#8
Fate whispers to him,
"You cannot withstand the storm."
Blackness.

For being such an obsession of the colt, he found he did not like it the moment it descended on his eyes. His small, black-rimmed ears pinned flush with his head as his milk teeth snapped together in an attempted menace. But then Kia’s scream filled his senses, amplified tenfold by his lack of sight and his ears whipped forward, unseeing eyes wide and straining against this foreign darkness that was so unlike (and yet so scarily similar) the the darkness in his chest. Blindly his slender, ink dipped legs stumble towards his sister, following her screech, unknowingly (yet also knowingly) mimicking the same steps she took towards him. Awkwardly, his outstretched and blindly reaching muzzle harshly bumped against the closest part of Kiada to get within his reach.

And then it lifted. Vision returned, smoke gone. Frantically his eyes search his sisters, finding nothing but the welling of tears in her eyes from the smoke— were his eyes watering? Strangely not, perhaps his magic gave him reprieve? Or perhaps his eyes were too dry from working his magic… where was the ashen cloud?

His head whipped towards the deer, instead finding a tall, golden man standing and speaking— reprimanding them. The princeling already well knew that he loathed reprimands. His small ears, again, fall flush with his head, bright eyes narrowing as he squared his small chest while alongside his sister. Though, for being a foal, there was some small ounce of command that his father’s stature had endowed him with.

Bright, scowling eyes stare at the man, his ear flicking towards Kia as she stomped her hoof. But his attention remained on the Laurelin as he spoke of defenseless rabbits.’ A disparaging retort bubbled on his coltish lips, about to ask if this gold-dipped man knew that because he sought defenseless prey, such as fillies and colts.

But, before the surprisingly sneer words for one so young come out of his lips, the stallions gold-leafed tongue is wagging once more and—true to form— it is alluding to things that the colt desperately wishes to know about. “Tembovu.” The name resonates in him, a figure present only in name and absent in the foals’ life, told only good things of him by their dam. Yet the things she didn’t say, the ugly things, were enforced by his absence.

His eyes flicker to Kiada, “Father hasn’t taught us anything…” and a darkness flashes in the colt’s eyes, before they sweep back to the Laurelin. He nodded his small-horned head in agreement with his twin, gaze sharpening as he spoke, “They’ve taught us nothing, but you could teach us.” The snide anger slowly disappears as he continues, “Did you steal our vision? How do you have so much control over it?” Now, outright eagerness begins to spread its fingers across his black-lined face, replacing the arrogant prince with a keen colt.
and he whispers back
"I am the storm."
Kianzo
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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#9
the
Laurelin


A shriek, surprised and even a little angered scratches into the air. It makes the gold’s tasseled tail switch low, all the more pleased. Success was a most satisfying feeling, even it did come from merely pulling one on a couple of foals. Then again, these foals had proved they were not exactly mama’s defenseless precious angels anymore either.

The gold was too busy tucking away the cloak to notice the rather sweet heart touching moment of the colt reaching out for the filly. Not that it would have warmed him much. In the ever swinging moods that seemed to roll over him these days, today was more of mellow coldness within, and a dangerous devil outward. A combination of old, and one proved ever so enjoyable and effective. Yet, it had grown so much rarer a sight these past days…

As he tilted his head to speak the earth eyes flashed with gold to see both youths defiant to be caught unawares. It spurred him on, their anger. For it possibly meant he’d touched a rather sore place, or perhaps even better, that they were just as much trouble as their prior little game had hinted. Even so the colt moves to square up, and a brow raised. The colt was indeed bold. It did not go unnoticed that his breath held his chest puffed and his stance had squared. Even as young as he was, the potential and promise was there, for tomorrow. Of the long list of youths the gold had found to keep in touch with, these most certainly were making a name for themselves.

Haldir was decidedly not of the same mindset. His bright eyes, still slightly shivering to see the anger flare in the two who he had just escaped, were watching closely. His antlered head ducked as the pleasant leaping deer upon the beautiful filly’s back morphed and twisted into slithering snakes. His legs commanded him run again, and his nerves caused him to shift to look out from the other side of the gold. From here the colt wasn’t a much better view. Still the sly words of the gold, acting like a thermometer signal some safety here. So the stag collects himself to stand taller, and step out ever slightly.

The girl looks in shock as the gold names what surely must be well known. His grin grows more humored as the filly snides Rexanna. The Laurelin tried to reach back and remember what he could of the mare besides her rather lovely looks. She had been a thief, not a bad one at that, but beyond that he knew rather little. His thoughts were interrupted though by an even more interesting thought. They were left to themselves? Strange, and his mind muses on the causes, yet finds none. “You’re not exactly lacking.” He teases, nodding his head to the still deathly still kit.  Clearly though they didn’t need to hold mama’s hand, though papa’s shoulders might have made the colt’s attempt at threat more….well, threatening.

Then the colt speaks up and the gold humored and smug grin turns rather darker and intrigued. “Indeed…” As it begging the colt to go on. The sudden change was ever curious. He had expected a flying of insults and promises of threats for a ruined game, not an invitation. That was a most curious shift. Where he had expected pride, he instead found an ambitious powerful enough to tame a proud heart humble. A most interesting quality…

“I did.” He answered most matter of factly, nodding with a hint of pride. He was very proud of that trick. It always was a most ironic little thing. For whatever reason, of all a horse’s senses, sight left them perfectly weak to the bone. It can be so strong…and so vulnerable. The next question was not so fun. It was something a seer or other teacher should answer. Even if ma and pa weren’t around, he was a substitute. It was shame he knew so little, when clearly he felt it so articulately. “How did you grow to control the ash cloud?” It was a less humored response, showing how low he considered it.

Yet his crowned head tilts, and tasseled tail pauses with some serious thought of plan. He inhales as he speaks, letting gears click and lock in. “Some magic like your’s takes practice and time “Then he exhales, and the gold coat shimmers and falls away like dust till nothing but the colt’s own reflection was staring back at him. Haldir, finding himself the same height as his would be protector, raises his head. He was not a fan of this, and snorts his discontent at this charade, but it as usual, ignored.   “The more exercised, the more solidly you command, the steadier the hand.” The colt’s own voice, deep with Tembovu’s blood speaks. Yet it was still the golden’s crown (though slightly large for the youthful head) and smirk on his lips. He was showing off of course. And gods he loved it.

He wasn’t usually this much of a show off. Loving to show as well as hoard in the dark his skills, but before two foals with quite a curious ambition he was finding it a rather odd delight to oblige. The gold exhales once more and a bright shimmer of gold dust returns him to the Laurelin. The smug, massive ego, Laurelin. It all was rather amusing, and though he had originally detested the job of teacher, he was finding it rather pleasing proposition.



"Talk."
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thranduil
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Kiada Posts: 181
World's Edge Nurse
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#10
It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart
She stood tall and strong as Kianzo reiterated her words – how Mother hadn’t told her anything. But his next form of words caused her brows to furrow as she shot a quick glimpse to the colt. She was confused, her magic beginning to reflect as tiny sheep made of flames. But then, Kianzo began to calm and she too began to calm down. They were a machine, after all. Two parts of a whole working together as one. When either was angry, the other was. When one calmed, it was like solace for the other. Her stress level and anger began to dissipate as she returned her gaze to Thranduil as if she had agreed all along. He continued to ask and Kiada was eager to learn – eager to figure out how to control the magic that rimmed her back that had now began to shift back into the deer from the sheep where her confusion lay.

The golden man before them began to speak and Kiada tipped her white rimmed ears forward, eager to listen and drink in the information. At first, he teased, and her ears flickered with uncertainty at what he was saying. But then, the stallion confirmed stealing their vision. Kiada nodded slowly, wondering how he did it and if she could one day learn to do it too. But it was quickly shifted as he returned a question to her brother. Glancing back to her brother for a moment she waited for his answer. Before, she would’ve been angry that nobody had asked her how she controlled it. But the truth of the matter was, she didn’t know how to control her magic. Maybe one day, but today wasn’t the day. But then, the man’s head tilted and spoke of practice. Kiada’s brows furrowed again. How was she supposed to practice it when it was constantly there? She didn’t have an off switch.

And then before her eyes, she watched as his pelt shimmered and shifted, sliding off his skin like sand and dust when suddenly he was a mirror of her brother. Shock registered through her small brain, the flames along her back dimming momentarily before a large flock of birds erupted in flame across her back. Ears forward as shock set into her core. She stepped forward toward Thranduil as he began to speak in Kianzo’s voice. It felt wrong. He wasn’t her brother, but he looked like him. She didn’t feel the connection to the imposter as she did with her brother, and it was beginning to make her slightly uncomfortable. She reached forward, aiming to touch the Laurelin’s Kianzo on the neck, wondering if he smelled the same, if he felt the same or if it were just a trick of smoke, mirrors, and light. “This is so weird.” She breathed, her voice shaky as she looked upon the double. She turned her head back to her brother, then back to the Laurelin, and back. “He looks exactly like you, Brother!” She whispered to him in surprise. Then, she turned her head back to the Laurelin with a smile. “Teach me!” She nearly demanded, not knowing that it was magic that only the Laurelin possessed. But still, one could hope, right?

"Talk."
that she's learnt the lightning's secret—
to ripping darkened skies apart.
Kiada
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@Kianzo @Thranduil

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Kianzo Posts: 95
World's Edge Sleuth
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#11
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Fate whispers to him,
"You cannot withstand the storm."
”You’re not exactly lacking…” At the gold’s teasing nod towards the twin’s kill, the pride grew terribly bright in the colt’s eyes for a moment. His blue eyes darted towards Kia’s, sharing their victory in silent glances as her flaming sheep slowly melted into normal flames as they calmed together, before he looked back to the Laurelin, “We taught that to ourselves,” his voice was smug, but also defiant. They taught that to themselves, not their parents. And if they could teach themselves this, surely they’d be grand pupils for this ominous, golden man.

”How did you grow to control the ash cloud?” His pride and bravado faltered slightly as his bright eyes glanced beneath the golden’s barrel at the still-shivering deer’s wary gaze. “Practice…but I don’t have total control of it, yet,” they ‘yet’ was said rashly, a promise that he would get total control over it. And then he would be a force to reckon with, indeed.

But, before his newfound bravado can steamroll into more bombastic replies, the tricky man is shimmering, moving—morphing? The colt instinctively sidled closer to his sister—not for protection or to be protected, but because together they were one; stronger, more complete. An ear flicked backward as her spinal flames crackled into a flock of birds, a physical manifestation of both of their surprise.

A black rimmed ear flicked sideways to catch her hushed words, “He looks exactly like you, Brother!” And his small head merely dipped in agreement, watchful eyes wide and glittering with… with excitement and wariness and ambition.

Kiada voice aloud his ambition, demanding the man teach them how to do such things. His small, black brows raise at her outburst, Can you teach us?” his head cocked slightly, studying the man for a few long moments—eerily watchful for a colt so young.

He paused for a few more, long moments before slowly stepping forward nose outstretched as if to touch the Laurelin’s shrunken side that now mirrored the princeling’s body. Was it real? And suddenly his head whipped towards the man’s face, eyes bright and eager, “What other magics do you have? What magics do you want?” And that question, the latter question, was spoken rushed and with excitement, awaiting the answer.
and he whispers back
"I am the storm."
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