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07-19-2016, 08:32 PM
FROST FYRE
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Dawn is coming
open your eyes
the Rift
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He hadn’t spoke to her. For all her absence, for all her singular escapades, it was clear to the dark colt that she didn’t need his speech or company. And, so, he treated his sister with silence (though the two still slept in their dam’s cave, and thus were in each other’s company). And they wandered in each other’s company. Though, despite on half of the whole remaining silent, the couple was anything but. Kiada rambled on and on, doggedly ignoring his silence and speaking enough for the both of them. And the colt, growing fouler and fouler of temper, marched onward and forward, wandering almost blindly as he strived to prove his point by silently battling his sister’s babble. He was more angry. So his silence would hold out. Or, at least, that was how he saw things. Regardless, his black dipped legs walked and walked; he was glad for the coolness of the Basin as compared to the warmer southern climates during this season’s (‘Tallsun,’ mother had called it) long, hot days. His ears tilted back against his skull, attempting to block out any sound but the miffed rumble of his irked thoughts aimed at his sister. They were two parts to a whole, she was part of his life. And she kept leaving him for others. And so it was this blinded annoyance that lead the stomping pair into the Haruspex’s cave. Mother had mentioned this place, though she hadn’t been forthcoming with information about it for some reason. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dimness of the cave compared to the bright midday light of outside. And there was a mare with a cerndyr standing in it. He recognized her from the herd meeting—the woman had been appointed as new Haruspex (a stupidly hard word to say, he acknowledged to himself). And she was staring into some kind of hard expanse of flat, thin rock. Except it was reflective, like a calm water’s surface. His lined face tilted, still resolutely giving Kia the silent treatment as he spoke only to the woman in front of them, “What is that? And why are you staring at it? His voice range loudly and clearly in the cave. Kianzo I want the WORLD or NOTHING. @Kiada :D I'm excited for this!  Please tag Kianzo in all replies.
07-24-2016, 12:09 AM
He had been ignoring her, and it was beyond frustrating for the little filly. She had tried to apologize, tried to explain that while she loved her brother, that he had an iron grip on her that prevented her from trying to explore the world. If they were supposed to grow up to be these beautiful monstrous monarchs that the demons within their hearts desired, that it would only make sense to work independently on some fronts. But she was sure he hadn’t understood. And so his silence came like a pessimistic child (which to be entirely honest that’s what it was) and she continued to give him the treatment back. An eye for an eye. And yet she still followed him, dark ebony dipped legs taking her alongside him, a bit of a ways away but still close. The mirror was stretching, but soon she was sure he’d come back to her just as she always returned to him in the night. Despite the escapades she had, she always returned to him and his embrace. Even if he thought she was so horrible for constantly leaving him, he was the one she returned to with her stories of her travels, eager to tell him everything they had seen. And with this feeling boring deep within her, the flames that licked along her back flickered as deer mixed with wolves. The fiery beasts ran across her back, aiming their powerful jaws to the deer – where curiosity and rage met, the wolf met the innocent deer. Soon they were in the haruspex cave, her bright oceanic gaze drifting from her brother to glance back at her companion who had decided to extend his wings as his feathers grew in. He bounded the best he could alongside her – surely not as nimble yet as Kianzo’s cub. But nevertheless, Khairi was trying. Her attention was drawn back to the event at hand as Kianzo’s voice rumbled to the mare that Kiada recognized from the meeting. “Hello Miss Haroo… Harooosp… Haro pecks.” Her brows furrowed in frustration at not being able to say the word right, but she had at least tried. “That’s really neat!” She added in, the ebony tuft of her tail wiggling with delight. She pushed past Kianzo then, flames turning entirely into the simple deer like the Haruspex’s companion as she trudged her tiny bodice to the mirror eyeing it with wide eyes. "Talk." Kiada just like the eyes, the HEART can adjust to DARKNESS. @Kianzo @Frost Fyre  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.
08-27-2016, 03:49 PM
Dawn is coming
open your eyes
His ears laid back in annoyance with his sister as she attempted to say ‘Haruspex’; though he, himself, thought it to be an annoyance of a word, the verbal stuttering (which, on any other day would have been endearing) struck a chord of ire in him. An iirritated, sideways glance darted towards her, in time to see the flames morph from ravenous, feeding wolves to simple deer. A short snort left his small, dark nostrils; how quickly her attention shifted. Is that how she left him so easily? Was she so quick to forget their meaning to each other? His bright, blue gaze shifted from the grey cerndyr—whose attention was focused more on Kiada’s flames than his own, disgruntled self— to the seer, herself. Her horn was long, impressively so, and the color of her hide was a rich mahogany, making the white blanketing on her haunches leap out, even in the dimness of the cave. His companion, in all her hyena-cub ferocity, paced slightly before the mirror, bright eyes darting from the deer (prey) to the mirror that reflected none. Her young body was too small to bring down the deer as a meal, so continual rolls of hunger growled through her bond with the dark prince. Though Kianzo ignored her, instead his gaze followed the inviting flicks of the woman’s tail. Dark, knobby limbs carried him closer to her reflection-less mirror. At her mentions of its power, the annoyance that had lined his youthful face dropped away, “‘What will be’?” His deep, clear voice (for a foal) echoed her words, “Will it show you that, now?” Though he addressed the Haruspex, his darkly wondrous gaze did not leave the glassy, swirling surface. A black-rimmed ear flicked sideways, listening for Kiada. Even through his annoyance, his body and mind were forever attuned to her, listening and feeling for his other half. Kianzo I want the WORLD or NOTHING. @Kiada Please tag Kianzo in all replies.
09-15-2016, 06:21 PM
“Hello.” She listened as the Haruspex dipped her head to the siblings. She plastered a smile onto her face, doing her best to contain her excitement until after Frost Fyre had spoken of what the mirror did. All Kiada could do was watch in amazement as she moved to the side, her body showing the mirror that didn’t reflect anything, but as the mare began to speak her curiosity was heightened. “Only you?” She began to whisper, ears flicking back toward Kianzo as he approached the mirror. His own caramel hues reaching her ears and she followed his steps, forgetting about the anger and frustration that had laced their relationship prior. She leaned into him, her eyes drifting from the mirror to Frost Fyre. “How do you talk to a God?” She asked, her tail wiggling in excitement as her gaze landed on the spotted mare. “Is he like us? Or do you have to have magic to talk to him?” She questioned, in a case of rapid fire curiosities. Her ebony head lowered to look to Kianzo, her other half, with wide excitement. Maybe today would be the day they got to meet the Gods, those that even from a young age, they strived to be. Ivory markings reflected the light among the dark confines of the cave as Khairi bounded up beside them, looking and leaning toward the hyena cub just as Kiada did to Kianzo. His raptor eyes danced around, learning of all the differences and changes that might occur if they were to summon a god. Kiada began to wonder what it would be like, as well. Would they be transported to a portal to speak with the gods? Or would he just magically appear before them in all his magical and mysterious glory? Perhaps Frost Fyre might have an answer, and so her gaze trailed back to the mirror and to the Haruspex in her innocent curiosities. "Talk." Kiada just like the eyes, the HEART can adjust to DARKNESS. @Frost Fyre 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. | ||||||||||||||||||||
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