| World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal
& Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric
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Sacre smiled and offered a returned bump to the neck of the Frozen Light, happy, that despite their earlier differences, their closeness didn’t appear to be marred by it. The fox boy grew comfortable stood next to him and watched as new faces joined the forming crowd. Some he even recognised! Like Arah, though he didn’t know her, he remembered her from the Basin. He vaguely recognised Rohan from a Threshold incident and Alysanne from earlier, along with Raeden. Yet, there was one he was more captivated by, one who commanded his attention and one who made his heart break its usual rhythm.
Tandavi.
The Fire Dancer was here?!
There was a double coo of delight that poured from the mouths of his two fox friends, who bounded forwards, equally as excited, to dance along with Natraj. There weren’t many times that the pair got to play with one of their own kind (or as close as for Inari) and the darker vulpine was like a ball of joy to play with, he was much more fun than Sacre, (even if Sacre didn’t think so). However, for a moment, the red-eared boy was stunned to even say anything. The girl he thought he’d left in the red sands of the dragon was here in the mists of the moon! The braids, the golden markings and the familiar gaze that always captivated him, were all there. His mind, his heart, was full of affection tinged with guilt, he was the one after all who always left without a word, and the disbelief that they had crossed paths again—he had only just returned. He wondered how she’d been all this time, why she had left the warm south and if, in all of his failings, she was disappointed in him, angry with him.
Yet, her voice betrayed none of that if she felt it and Sacre couldn’t stop the unfolding vibrant, boyish smile that formed on his face to light up his bright blue eyes that hovered on the golden girl in elated disbelief. “Tandavi” he fondly sang, happy that some unseen force above had seen it fit to have them cross paths again “what are you doing here?” he laughed, repeating the question to her.
What was he doing here?
Apart from following Mauja around like a lost puppy, wallowing in self-pity and causing offense at random, Sacre didn’t really know. To find Roux perhaps, but Sacre had not seen Roux in so many seasons he worried that his twin wasn’t actually here. Though he didn’t worry for the red brother’s health, the arrow that was woven in his tail gave the fox boy a peace of mind that, even though he couldn’t see Roux, he was safe and fine. Back to the meeting, Sacre wanted to go on, ask Tandavi all the questions he had, apologise for constantly leaving and being a general arse on all counts. He wanted to reveal his heart right there, that actually he thought of her as something more than a friend, but it wasn’t the moment and Sacre was frightened she wouldn’t feel the same. That she would avoid him if he said the hearts words. In the end, he didn’t get chance to say anything as the meeting began.
There were promotions, projects and all kinds of goings on, though the fox boy keenly noted Lyanna for reference; he was a new Nurse after all. Sacre watched as one Queen stepped down and his gaze cheered when the pretty Alysanne was chosen to lead as the next monarch. It appeared, however, his sentiments were not shared by the whole of the herd and the fox boy was amazed by how quickly everything descended into senseless squabbles because of one irritated comment. They covered a range of topics and layered insult upon insult until some began to walk away. Yet, Sacre was ignorant to Nyx, to the members of the Edge and their current issues. He had already caused a fight with thoughtless comments before and was not about to enter this argument. Even if he did feel a fiery urge to protect Alysanne who had also protected him during his terrible introduction on the herd borders. At least she had plenty of champions to jump to her defence.
"Prudence should also be on that old list of virtues" he thought dryly after another believed it was wise to add their voice to the many making it feel more like a trial than a meeting. Sacre’s blue gaze eventually fell on Tembovu, the King, and the one who the fox boy felt was ultimately responsible for the mess everything had descended into. He might have an Elephant in his legend, but was he going to leave Alysanne to be flayed alive, to be discussed like she was some sort of criminal being put before a jury? There were times for opinions; times for discussions, but this was more like a battle of egos for who could come up with the best come back. So far the fox boy had learnt that the Worlds Edge dealt with its problems by bickering over them until one party was more hurt than the other. Even though he found Tembovu lacking, perhaps it was his own lacking, and that was why one was King and the other was still a boy. Or maybe he had grown too used to Gaucho’s iron grip.
Sacre detached himself from it, settling his gaze instead on the more beautiful sight of the golden Tandavi and stretched out his dark nose, trying to brush her shoulder for attention. “I think this meeting is over” he grimaced sadly, it might not be over for some, but it was for him “wanna go somewhere more quieter?” he asked. He couldn’t just leave, however, and before he left he dipped his head to Alysanne, she might not see, there was a lot going on, he would have to congratulate her later. He had also wanted to brush the side of Mauja, let him know that he was there, despite how the meeting had gone the Frozen Light still had friends to lean on, but the spotted stallion moved away from him and to the lakeside. The fox boys gaze lingered there as he considered going over, but decided this time it was best that he left the new Emissary to his thoughts, there was nothing Sacre could say in this situation, even if he wanted to.
Lost in the chaos, he turned away and left the meeting to those who still felt the need to be in it. As he walked, his gaze only flickered from the path ahead to see if Tandavi was going to follow him before he disappeared into the woodland, happy to let the bickering fade away.
He walked until he found a glade, the sun peeping though the branches, but Sacre chose to stay in the shade regardless. His dark coat was amazing at absorbing the heat and often in Tallsun he felt like he was trapped in an oven being cooked alive. Even now his mane, that was going curly in the humidity, stuck to his neck in patches where he had sweat the most. It was during times like this that he often wondered how on earth he had managed to live so well in the Dragons Throat. Thinking of his old home, the fox boy reached back and pulled the key from his mane, sighing as he did so.
He had to go back. Lest someone come looking for him. Though Sacre would never intentionally cause harm to the dragon land, just by having this on him he risked it being stolen, at least if he returned it the key was no longer his responsibility. However, still, it meant going back, explaining where he had been and why he wasn’t going to return. Maybe if he found Sikeax or Maren… "we must do it" Inari whispered into his mind, shaking his head at Sacre for even thinking of shirking their duty onto another so they didn’t have to go.
The fox boy sighed again, looking around to see if Tandavi had indeed followed him, “I know,” he mumbled dejectedly.
I hope this is okay charks! I decided to just write it all in one thread, sorry for the mini novel! :L <33
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WE WALKED A LONELY ROAD
beneath the fire of a thousand suns |
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@Tandavi
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
| World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire
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The meeting devolves into a mess of politics and injured pride, but the Fire Dancer is unperturbed. How could she be, with Sacre's smile in her eyes, his presence a beacon of comfort by her side? Whatever fear she might have felt, whatever trepidation, is doused by the warmth of his reception, the ease with which he invites her back into his life. Her name is a song on his upturned lips; she settles in beside him with an echoing laugh, for the first time at peace beneath the misty trees. For his part, Natraj delights in the attention of the larger vulpines, launching into stories of their adventures, his voice a quiet chatter only understandable by his kind.
The meeting wears on, and Fire Dancer dims, her smile fading to an aggrieved frown. She is conflicted by Alysanne's rise to Queen; though she admires the mare, considers her a friend, it is hard for the girl to imagine any bearing the title once held by her beloved aunt. What she cannot understand is the uproar it causes, and the utterly foolish reasoning to their complaint. Two-toned ears press against her golden mane; this, she thinks, is why she could never be Queen. She has no patience for the irrationality of it all.
A soft touch on her shoulder draws the girl from her own thoughts. Her body ripples, the spasm of her muscle echoing that familiar flutter in her chest; copper child turns to the boy and nods, grateful for the chance to get away. She follows Sacre into the woods, eager as he to leave the fight behind, to forget her heartache and discontent. Slate hooves follow the crescent of his steps; she is a bonfire and he her shadow, long and leading, blood and smoke. Where has he been? she wonders, but is too afraid to ask, to hear the question echoed back and have nothing substantial to give in response. They have both been absent, but now they are here; the girl wills this to be enough.
They stop in a glade, and she hovers in the shadow, the oppressive humidity of the sparkling mist enough to keep even the Fire Dancer out of the sun. Natraj, of course, does not draw still; her brother presses against their oldest friend in greeting before continuing to hound the other vulpines, goading them into a game of hut-slash-tag.
For her part, copper child keeps a distance from the boy, afraid he will vanish if she draws too close, but her dark eyes trace him with a quiet hunger, soaking in every familiarity, every change. She takes advantage of his apparent distraction to perform her appraisal without reproach. Black gaze dances unapologetically across his form, from the red of his flank to the curl of his mane (she is grateful for the braids that hold hers in some degree of order, though a multitude of strands have escaped their confines to coil loosely against her skin). She lets herself drift up the lines of his breast, his neck, his cheeks- right to his eyes, the startling blue of which (warm, like the sky, like the sea- yet so familiar, so much like another pair) meet her own, causing the girl to abruptly flush, her heart a sudden unsteady beat.
She smiles shyly at her friend, the memory of another still bright in her mind.
For a moment she does not know what to say. What can she say- what words are there to bridge the space, the years, the memories, the pieces of each that the other holds? There are no words that encompass the entirety of what she feels in this moment; she feels foolish, flustered and mute, a child again, her face alight with spiraling embers and vibrant hope. She feels everything she ever felt around him, and yet she feels uncertain, too- because she isn't the filly he knew in his youth, and he isn't the colt, and she isn't sure what that means for their future.
She wants it to mean something good right now, because ultimately that is what he has always been- something good, something kind, someone to forgive her when she could not forgive herself, to remind her that she is more than the sum of her mistakes.
"It's good to see you, Sacre," the girl breathes- and then, because she cannot ignore the joy radiating through her bond (and because she needs to look away before her cheeks grow any warmer), she turns to the foxes and adds with a smile, "And you, too."
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fox-boy and the fire dancer
there will be sunshine after rain
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semperfiesty | Eltear-Stock | yellowcious-stock
@Sacre 'S all good, mine's a novel, too. Sorry this took so long!
o. pixel pony credit to tamme
o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!
| World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal
& Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric
imi |
In a sweet and captivating moment, he catches her dark eyes before she looks away, but he lingers there with his gaze on her golden face as a gentle fond smile wove easily onto his lips. His own heart leapt into a faster rhythm, releasing butterflies into his chest that fluttered around, causing mayhem to the order of his thoughts and eventually made him, too, look away. The smile still remained though as he shuffled his feet nervously, his mind running through various questions, conversations, anything he could say to keep her there so they wouldn’t be parted again, but in the end it was Tandavi who beat him to the first ice breaker and, from then on, his bubbly nature took over. “You too Tandavi” he affectionately smiled, his feelings so sincerely plastered all over his young face and his gaze only momentarily switched from the Fire Dancer to her sooty friend “Natraj” he winked as his own foxes took the bait and joined in the game, a flurry of tails darting around. Meanwhile, Sacre turned back to Tandavi, clueless to her embarrassment as he battled with his staggering heart that still wouldn’t calm.
“How have you been?” he asked over the loud beating in his ears, his voice was still as bright as ever save for being a little quieter as shyness crept in. Why was he like this? Hadn’t he decided, when he had returned to Helovia, that if he met Tandavi again that he was just going to tell her that he liked her. It had sounded so simple in his head, why dance around the subject when he could just say it, out loud, and rid his heart of the anxiety. Yet, suddenly he was dumbstruck by what to say, after all this time he had found her again and here he was, fumbling over his words as he tried to understand the intricacies of feelings. What if he pushed her away by saying it? What if she avoided him forever? Even if she didn’t like him back, Sacre could live a one sided love, but if they couldn’t even be friends—could he risk that? Suddenly, his gaze dropped quickly to the floor as the angst over what to do got to him.
Sacre had a knack for making things more difficult if he could.
“I don’t know” he said abruptly before he clarified “the question you asked earlier, about me being here” finally his face rose again, the tangled black locks coming loose from his horn and falling messily beside it. “It’s silly but…” he mulled over his thoughts a moment, regarding Tandavi with a lopsided smile before continuing “when I came back to Helovia, it didn’t feel right to go back to the Dragons Throat” he finished. It was a very simple version of a long, painful story, but it demonstrated clearly Sacre’s own confusion at his own decisions, he didn’t know why he followed Mauja, he just felt like it was better to follow Mauja.
With that he gave in to the playful expression that bloomed onto his face, his eyes glittering with his next words as he teasingly added “we must be tied by fate” he snorted, only for Inari to throw an exasperated look at his naïve bonded.
”Too cheesy” he critiqued, but Sacre ignored him.
sorry for the wait charks <33 here have a love struck puppy xD
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WE WALKED A LONELY ROAD
beneath the fire of a thousand suns |
semperfiesty | Eltear-Stock | yellowcious-stock
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
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