| Absent Abyss |
| Colt :: Tribrid :: Growing :: yearling |
| kae |
This may be the farthest you've been from home. You don't miss the Basin exactly, but one dark eye casts over your shoulder every few minutes, as if picking out the road you followed south. Just in case.... You no longer trust Mama to save you if trouble occurs, so you gradually take more and more responsibility for your own welfare. To be lost, far from the Basin, would be the worst... But you try not to worry too much, now. You're exploring, after all! There's an endless amount of stuff multiplying the farther south you go, and it snatches your attention as you walk. Occasionally, it snatches your attention too much and your head hurts and you have to rest.
Now is one such occasion.
Because traveling is new to you, the concept of pacing oneself is also foreign and pretty much out of reach at the moment. You just scamper about until you get tired, and then you rest. For now, you've found the base of a big tree to rest under, and flopped out on your side, you catch shreds of sleep while the world carries on around you. It's a big world. Sort of frightening. Bits and pieces of it invade your dreams, swirling about your head and growing teeth and —
"Mama!?" More child threads into your voice than is usual as you bolt upright, your body all tense and your dark eyes ringed in white as you stare around. A moment ago, it seemed certain a giant whale had plunged down out of the sky to grab you, but as you look up, you see no whale. Nothing. Just clouds scudding through the claustrophobic blue. Probably Tallsun scares even the whales out of the sky; you blink once, just to make sure, and return your attention to the ground.
You don't like it here.
Virga we prayed for rain |
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@Oizys + anyone else who would like to join :)
| Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse
Snow |
OIZYS
she's the giggle at a funeral
She suffers in the heat, the all-consuming wildfire of summer. She loathes it - a winter child, the gargoyle is a friend of snow and ice, and a hater of harsh sunlight and dead grass. She sweats in the scorching temperatures, and it seems to take a greater toll on her afflicted heart; heavy exercise bids the Cough into life, which fills her with disgust and a firm desire to conquer this filthy disease she's been cursed with.
But the gargoyle has found, much to her delight, that her newly-developed magic can wreak havoc in these dry conditions. She only needs send one spark creature into some drought-stricken grass and...wildfire. She watches the flames as they eat everything in their path, living and dead; she plays God with thickets and meadows, bringing death to the small insects and mammals that lurk amongst the dry foliage. In the summer, with her ability to create creatures from electricity and bid fire to erupt with one carefully-placed spark, she is Queen.
But pyromania is not on her mind today. Nothing is, save for attempting to stomach the thick grass of the meadow that her mother is slowly encouraging her to eat. She does not see why, when the silver's milk is that much tastier and more filling, but she supposes she cannot cling to the teat forever. The witch marches along with her head down, nibbling distastefully at whatever shrubbery she can tug free from the rock-hard ground, Ker perched on her shoulder with her head tucked beneath one feathery wing.
Her (attempted) grazing brings her to the shade of a tree, and curled within its roots she sees a boy. He's probably a similar age to her, perhaps a touch younger, but he's emitting a pitiful cry for his mother. "Why did you bother leaving your mother if you're only going to cry for her? Takes all the fun out of exploring." She fixes him with her cold grey eyes, slightly narrowed, her scar-ruined features pointing in his direction. He looks positively petrified about something; God knows what he'll do when he sees the deformed, eagle-ripped right side of her face. Ker stirs momentarily upon her withers, glances at the winged boy, then falls promptly back asleep.
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@Virga
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
| Outcast |
| Filly :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 3 months |
| Dream |
The little blue roan filly had been wandering throughout the Thistle Meadow, keeping tabs with Ashamin and Chaska. Her too-big wings were held gently by her sides as she trotted through the meadow. Her white socks on diagonal legs moved in unison as she trotted about. Her nose brushed against the grass on occasion, teeth nibbling gently at the tender grass shoots beneath her hooves. A pair of curved ears sat on top of a face that was gently dished, with a set of bright teal eyes to accent her dark face. Her bright blaze stood out brightly on her face as she peered around. She was curious about this area, but trusted that Chaska and Ashamin would keep her safe from harm no matter where she went.
Her curled ears caught the sound of voices as she neared one of the trees in the meadow. She moved herself towards the source of the sound, spotting two other foals under one of the trees. One was another Pegasus foal like herself, and the other was a unicorn with three horns. Strange. She'd only ever seen single-horned unicorns, and never one with three! This new land held all sorts of strange creatures, including those with both wings and a horn like the mare she'd seen when she first arrived in the meadow. Upcoming coming upon the duo, she managed to hear the words of the filly.
"Be nice to him. Maybe its his first time that he has moved away from his mother." She said with a snort as her attention turned towards the filly. She moved towards the colt, aiming to gently touch her nose to his shoulder in greeting. "I'm Gemini. And you are?" The blue roan filly introduced herself, tilting her head as she asked him what his name was. Black tail swished slightly and she ruffled her wings slightly to undo any twisted feathers.
Text. "Speech."
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| Absent Abyss |
| Colt :: Tribrid :: Growing :: yearling |
| kae |
Your heart beats a quick step, obstinate in its fear. Even knowing the danger was made up, a dream, your body holds tight to its consequences. Adrenaline thrums like a storm through your blood; you all but vibrate with it, your dark eyes searching this strange new part of the world with vigor. And because every chemical process in you still expects danger, you find it. "Why did you bother leaving your mother if you're only going to cry for her?" She's just a sound, at first. You still flinch in response, everything attached to that rabbiting heart of yours wheeling in the direction of her noise. And it all speeds up, muscle begging run, before your eyes land on skin colored like stone and the three crooked horns pushing like wrought iron bars from the bone of her face. And something in you quiets; the fear subsides. She might be ugly as sin, but she's vaguely home in the way you have come to name unicorns. You stare for longer than you ought as your pulse subsides, wings bristling in surprise just off your shoulders.
You notice the bundle of feathers, of course.
It begs to be noticed, anyway, perched there on her withers like some poor man's attempt at wings. And it's exactly what you're looking for, only this one is taken, too. Your ears come forward with a quick snap. "Where —" you say at the same time someone else says something else, and bewildered you turn to face the new voice, your eyes bulging as if she's materialized from thin air rather than from a blind spot in your perception (you really need to work on that).
She says a lot, actually. You catch that her name is Gemini, though you're not sure what to do with it. You're too busy staring at her wings, at her bare head, and musing over the differences between the two girls this new land has so hastily thrown at you. You've yet to find anyone else quite like you, and now confronted with this winged girl, you feel yet more confusion sown along the rivets of your brain. "You've wings," you declare obviously, forgetting the first girl's companion for a moment. Flexing your own as if to declare the similarity, you take a step toward her, and all your features contort into a thinking frown. Had she just asked you something?
She had. She wants your name.
Maybe you don't realize this (certainly she cannot know it), but you've given almost none of your recent acquaintances this information. Until recently, you weren't quite up to spilling it. Now, you're a bit confused as to why she'd just come out and ask for it while you still don't know each other, but you don't see the harm in offering. "Virga," short, almost dismissive. "It's not my first time away from home!" you declare a little more loudly, remembering that bit. "I'm looking for something." And abruptly you remember the other girl's bird, and your head snaps to it with an almost audible crack of tendon. "Like that!"
Virga we prayed for rain |
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@Oizys @Gemini
| Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 7.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 17hh :: 2 HP: 73.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Ker :: Philippine Eagle :: Curse
Snow |
OIZYS
she's the giggle at a funeral
The boy's eyes shift to Ker, who dutifully fluffs up her feathers and preens for her captive audience. There is little denying that she has grown up well - she's large and well-formed, with powerful wings built for agility and a beak so viciously hooked it looks like it could peel flesh from bone with one peck. Oizys is quite glad she allowed her to live, now, rather than slaying her at birth when she was just a bedraggled ball of fluff. Oh, she'd certainly considered it, even after the eagle placed herself in the gargoyle's mind, but now her mercy is beginning to pay off.
Before either filly or eagle can remark on the colt's gaze, another foal appears. This one is also winged, and female. Oizys sizes her up (yeah, I could totally take her) and narrows her eyes as the girl berates her for her sharp words. "Oh, unclench your ass cheeks, sunshine. I didn't mean anything by it." She plasters her trademark sneer across her scarred face and eyes Gemini with distaste. Ker follows her bonded's lead, and tilts her head threateningly at the winged youngster.
You've wings, remarks the colt. "No shit," mutters Oizys under her breath. He introduces himself as Virga, then resumes his oggling of Ker. Pleased-feels radiate from the eagle into Oizys' mind, and she resumes her happy ruffling. "I'm Oizys, the bird is Ker." I'm looking for something, like that. The gargoyle narrows her cold grey eyes. "You want a companion? It's not all it's cracked up to be, Virga. Being bombarded by mental images of rodents being murdered gets tiring after a while." Ker screeches indignantly. Sure, Oizys doesn't know anything but being bonded (she'd found Ker barely a week after her birth) and it certainly has its advantages, but she wouldn't say it's worth getting all eager over. Her magic is so much cooler.
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[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
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