the Rift


[OPEN] soft prayers with whispered graces

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#1

She has taken his words in hand and let her mind work over them, thinking over the possibilities of what she could experience and gain out of leaving the Dragon's Throat for nothing more than a day or two at most, just to see what one place is like. They seemed to have needed her a lot more this season. Two sets of twins, new healers to teach, the constant hunting of herbs in the desert for their use in combatting the harshness of the Sun.
But she can treat herself, can't she? Hobgoblin assures her that self-indulgence is welcome, something that he near constantly takes part without thought of him. She wonders for some time what he would be like if he was like her, but the thought dies out soon. Hobgoblin is meant to be what he is, and the idea of him as something else near is sinful.
Standing at the gates of the north, looking out into what will turn into a vibrant abyss of grass and wildflowers, light clouds in blue skies with a sun that doesn't scrouch, and later, a display of beauty in their heads with the stars, corralled and captured by both sea and mountain, she is at a halt in her journey. Both of them lack wings these days. Hobgoblin cannot leap into the skies and fly off to figure out where what they were told about is, and there is obviously no one to ask directions from.
Pink hues are starting to invade the sky by the time that their persistance to discover pays off. Stones have grinded down her hooves through her stumbling, and the occasional complaint of hurting paws swifting pours from her brother. The grass rubbing along her legs is a welcome relief, dipping horned skull into their climbing masses to bite and tear, a low hum of pleasure as the taste is sweet and soft.
Hobgoblin breaks his body apart and rebuilds it anew within seconds that she doesn't care to pay attention in. Her knees are asking for relief, her head is tired and the dark of night is starting to feel comforting as it draws in. Stars are peppering overhead, and she can't help but question if they're far north enough to see the lights. A sigh heaves from her chest when she finally strikes ground, sinking.

OOC: Hobgoblin is in his Wendigo form.


Sikeax & Hobgoblin
En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie.

Art by Indiscrivibile @ DA

@Zèklè we talked about them meeting in a plot thread a while back ago so here's the (delayed)thread if you're still up for it!


you were angels,
so much more than everything

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Tangere Posts: 159
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo
#2
@Sikeax
@Zèklè

The fields are alive with cricket sonnets and frog choirs, even with the sudden chill of Orangemoon creeping in night by night. The sky is clear and the moon is hiding away or at least very thin tonight, the stars are out and brightly twinkling in the sea of black above. Trails of flickering stars blanket the deep onyx until it falls behind the serrated tops of the far off snowy peaks. When the painted girl crested the hill her companion spies something in the distance, right on cue she hears the commotion of ground shifting under the patter of feet.

Phrixus calls out with his low baritone croak and lands in the top of a nearby pine, leaning down and staring intently with his frozen blue eyes. Tangere remains still where she is, studying the images, the vibrations of thought coming in from her bird's calculative observations.

It is a mare, fallen or lying, or maybe just standing awkwardly – Tang cannot tell for sure through second-hand flashes of the scene – and really though, the thing making her heart spark, is the companion of this glow-horned mare. Phrixus calls out again, drawing the attention to himself just before swooping down to find the sabino's sturdy withers. He looks so large, and he is, perched on her back. He's easily eagle size, far larger than a the common raven of a different, less interesting world.

Hel-...” She sucks in a breath as she comes close enough, around the corner and through the trees, to see the mare and her wendigo friend. She shudders somewhere underneath her thickening silver and white coat and her big pearly bird bristles, eyeing the creature. “Hello there...” Is it friendly? She wonders, stopping where she stands, twenty or so feet off from where the strangers are. “Do you need a healer..?” Her voice is a soft whisper, matching the lull of the soft night breeze, smooth and light.


Tangere
& Phrixus

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