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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
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Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
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08-04-2016, 06:30 PM (This post was last modified: 08-04-2016, 06:30 PM by Gaucho.)
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
Madness had descended upon Gaucho. He wore it the way a man might wear a sweater into an icy river - initially thinking that it was keeping him warm and not realizing that it would actually be his downfall. And even now, as the cold cloth of insanity clung to his bones, freezing him to death, he didn’t even feel it.
He didn’t even know it was he who was going crazy.
The Wildfire didn’t recognize the world as being any different, despite the fact that it now gleamed in multitude of bright colours and was populated by faces that he didn’t recognize as well as ghosts of those he had once known.
But there was still one thing that he did remember, one face that didn’t swim, or glitch or change.
Ampere’s.
The dun had told Grusha that the reason he hadn’t chased after the blue (other than the fact that he didn’t see her leaving) was because he trusted the members of his herd to take care of themselves. In that regard, Ampere was more than capable. But as the days turned into weeks and weeks descended into months, his resolve that the blue hadn’t been injured weakened to the point of despair. Which was worse? The thought that she had left them all, uprooted without a word? Or that she had been torn apart by a foe that even her lightning fingers and speed couldn’t save her from? The Wildfire’s madness was caused by a very real parasite, eating away at his brain. But that didn’t prevent scrambled thoughts of Ampere from encouraging its feast. If the bug wasn’t there to drive him mad, the blue surely would have.
And so it was, that on an already sweltering hot Tallsun morning, Gaucho lifted himself into the sky and began to search.
Gaucho hardly noticed the breeze on his face causing beads of tears to appear and sting his eyes. His thick eyelashes remained partially closed to block out the majority of the wind, but even so, the tangible biting breeze didn’t bother him. His mind was elsewhere, on other things.
He would start within Helovia, though already he could rule out a number of locations. He knew Ampere was not in the Deep Woods (he did believe Grusha when she said that she had conclusively searched the area). He knew she couldn’t be in any of the herdlands. She might have lingered in one, as Sohalia had, without him knowing. But not for this long. No, that left only the Wilds. Ampere was as hot blooded as he, and so he doubted he would find her north. The Veins of the Gods was not an especially large place to hide, and the dun patrolled the Halycon flats quite regularly as it was the land the Sun God had shepherded into Helovia.
That left only a handful of places to begin his search. As he had recently been in the riptide isles, the dun glided farther north east, skirting Helovia’s more eastern borders until he arrived at the Green Labyrinth.
Gaucho hadn’t been here before, for anything more than a few moments. This was the land the darkened Moon Bitch had brought, the same Moon Bitch who had used him as a pawn to slaughter so many. Why would he visit her green catacombs? He had no reason before.
But he did now.
Gliding downwards on wings shaky with exhaustion and a body drenched in sweat, Gaucho landed in the green maze, hoping to find the blue within.
Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
She had begun to venture closer. Little by little and bit by bit, Ampere's fear waned beneath an old ache; she was lonely.
It seemed a strange thing given the bird that darted above her head as they passed through thickets and delved into groves. It wasn't just his shadow that swept over her, it was his soul there lodged beside hers, his thoughts echoing against her own, even his emotions churning in the same waters that hers poured from. They were entwined as a bond is sure to do, and yet she missed her family, her home, her life as it once had been (minus one or two parts).
She had always believed the most common reason for bonding was this natural affinity for companionship in both beasts, but then why didn't she feel satiated? Was it simply a need for both her own kind and a perpetual voice inside her head, or was it that she never fully embraced her bond, keeping Kygo at wing's length whenever possible? Then again, would she have stayed out here this long without him?
The thought caused a churlish response from the bird, his presence like a red, hot whip scoring her consciousness. "Does that mean I'm right?" she bantered easily internally, more comfortable with telepathic communication than she ever could have imagined. Only silence met her, but it was enough to bring about a smug, victory grin. The win and the smile lasted but briefly, a fight she didn't want to conquer, because had her dependency on Kygo, intentional or otherwise, kept her at ease with this wild foray? Or had he been the only thing keeping her sane enough to return at all?
"Loud mind" Kygo admonished, his language skills still weak, but his intentions clear nevertheless. The endless spinning of her thoughts drove the bird into a poor temper. Ampere was always questioning, poking at ideas and trying to peel apart their relationship with a surgeon's delicacy, except she used a chainsaw to do it. This string of thinking in particular set him in a bad way, because it felt like she was trying to blame him, when all he'd been doing this entire time was trying to bring her back.
“I know," she said softly, the blue of her gaze lingering for another moment on the small shape of her soul flittering through the dark trees. She turned it away, her attention focused on the maze of topiary ahead of them. “It was my fault."
She would have moved forward then, would have continued to try and weave through the entangled pathway as she had been doing for weeks, each time going a bit further before hitting something impassable (physically or mentally) and turning back. What she ran into this time though, was so much more than that.
Red and orange light punctuated through the woods like generous teeth; they seized the dusky flesh of the well rooted trees and snapping, pulled back at the nether to extinguish its dark sinews. Fire, Ampere thought as she froze, like a rabbit that lost all its sense and patiently awaited its fate.
A breeze stirred, impossibly hot and dry; the breath of the fire as its throat bared down upon the gloom and musk, its gut eagerly exhaling the sand and the sunlight that bore it. Desert, Ampere's whiskers whispered, a shudder breaking her immobility as it rolled through her, displacing all sense of strength as she threatened to collapse.
“GAUCHO!"
Kygo called, his wings sleek at his side to grant him speed as he plummeted on ahead and barreled towards the burning steed, seeking refuge in his crown of bone.
"Gaucho,"
Ampere whispered, the sound cracking just above inaudible as her throat seemed to close in on itself, her lungs gorged on that bitter fear once more.
The labyrinth was a maze of shifting colours and hallucinogenic barriers, and so when the brightly coloured bird flew towards him, cawing his name, the dun hardly noticed. Hadn’t the world been whispering to him lately? Hadn’t he seen ghosts of his youth ? What was one more greenish blob of paint, in this sea of spilled ink?
His mind no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. That was the problem with madness, even hindsight had lost the shimmer of reality. There were moments when he thought he could see the truth, but more often than not, the world was like looking at sunlight hitting smoke - the light splintered and fractured, and you could never quite tell what was going to burn you.
He’sssss realllll Mara hissed in Gaucho’s mind as the dun began to turn away from the bird. Gaucho hadn’t much experience with Kygo, and so didn’t immediately recognize him as Ampere’s companion. Though, had he been fully lucid, he likely would have.
Real? So? Gaucho mentally replied. What did it matter?
Ampere! Vorsa trilled in response. The phoenix had risen away so that she would not burn the newly settled parrot who had taken her spot in Gaucho’s antlers. Now, she fluttered before Gaucho, her bright stare trying to force its way into his own much darker gaze. But she and Mara felt the effects of the parasite in Gaucho’s brain but couldn’t find a way to communicate it to the dun. More often than not they had a hard time convincing him that they were real. After all, voices in your mind were usually things which should not be trusted.
However Ampere’s name, if nothing else, was one word which seemed to draw comprehension from the dun. The blue was the reason he was here, after all. Wasn’t it?
”Wh- where he began to say, then realized he didn’t know who he was talking to. With a snort, Gaucho shook his antlered skull as if trying to force the apparition of who his companions spoke into his line of sight.
”WHERE.” He bellowed suddenly, wings shooting from his flanks, wrongfully assuming that because the bird had flown here (how else would a parrot have gotten to him?) that he would have to fly to Ampere.
Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
There was not an immediate reaction to his presence, at least, not the one he was expecting. Small feet clutched at the thin tines, there at the top of Gaucho's antlers, while Kygo's green head tilted sideways to set his beady gaze on the burning stallion. In another lifetime he never would have dared this feat; he would have been too wary of the serpent, too intimidated by the majestic phoenix, too uninterested in the bay warrior. On this day though Gaucho and his companions were more than themselves - they were a symbol of home, of things lost and dearly missed, and hopefully of something regained. It was that ecstasy of return that conquered the small parrot's normal fears, giving rise to a new found, and brief, courage.
It wavered as he stood amid the branch work of marrow and flame, the hell steed he rode resurging in terrific glory when Kygo's glee was not echoed back at him. With increasing uncertainty the small parrot hopped between the tines and almost questionably uttered, “Gaucho?" once more.
Kygo's gaze turned towards the phoenix that lingered like a halo above the burning man, looking for some kind of confirmation that this was home still.
Abruptly and vigorously Kygo was displaced from his perch, but already on the edge of leaving he offered no complaint as his wings picked him up. However that apparent dismissal of his presence, coupled with Gaucho's strong yell and the intimidating display of his outstretched wings, felt like some fearsome dragon had awoken. With renewed panic Kygo did his best to stave off the beast by shouting, “GO!" as if to shoo him away like Ampere so often had attempted with himself. Meanwhile Kygo took his own advice and turned to flee back into the bushes and the safety of Ampere, unaware he would lead the Wildfire right to her, or even that such was the point.
Back where Kygo had left her, Ampere was swirling in her own sea of worries and thoughts. Her heart was racing with an anxious thrill to see him again, and yet equally it thudded with an uncertain fear. If he rejected her (and gods how many good reasons he had to do so), she wasn't sure she could overcome that. For all the times she had pushed him away, cursed him, hated him, fought him, she had always still loved him (hadn't that been part of the problem?). Yet what if he had finally grown tired of her song and dance, what if he didn't have that love to return?
The weight of that possibility was crushing her, and gasping like some landed fish, she struggled for her breath.
"GAUCHO!" Kygo shouted abruptly in her mind, and Ampere reeled, her head tossed to the side as if the parrot had yelled right in her ear. Red hues and a mental snapshot of terrible, handsome, beast came into her mind's eye. She'd had no doubt it was him, but actually seeing him, even if through another's gaze, erased whatever minute doubt remained. Now it was real, now he was here, now it was time to face him, ready or not.
Well, realer - he still wasn't right here, next to her. "GO!" Kygo blurted out, frantic and unable to process any language further than that. He'd thought the scary image of the waking fire demon would have sent Ampere running, like he was, but it seemed to instill a wistful longing instead.
That shout, devoid of Gaucho and just full of urgency instead, was the first time Ampere became alerted to Kygo's rising panic. His original feelings of delight, uneasiness, and fear had all meshed perfectly in tempo with Ampere's internal tide of emotions, but this, this flight response was different. For the first time in a long time Ampere didn't feel like turning tail and running, so why was Kygo?
Newly aware Ampere suddenly tensed. Gaucho felt like little more than a dream slipping away as she awoke; he might have been nothing more than that in this moment for all she knew, but Kygo and his hysteria were real.
“KYGO!" she called out, suddenly bolting forward, asking the bird for his whereabouts as she ran to meet him and rescue him from whatever nightmare he had found.
His bright body vanished into the foliage that swallowed him up before Gaucho could even think to move after him. The dun might have been fast and could have likely kept up with Kygo in the open, but here, where the brush of the labyrinth was thick and dense, there was simply no hope.
Despair and darkness swam before Gaucho’s dull gray stare (or was that the parasite? Had the world always possessed a vignette around his eyes’ border?), before Vorsa’s light flashed in front of him. I follow, she assured him, and disappeared after the parrot. All at once Gaucho’s senses began to malfunction. His ears began to seemingly hear a buzz from all around him, and grow suddenly hot on the outside. He dropped his head to snort and try to shake away the buzz, when his balance shifted and he found himself stumbling forward into a thick bush. His skin suddenly felt as though it could see the thorns pricking against his muscular hide, and as if could taste the thick sweat breaking out across his scarred coat.
All the while Vorsa was sending flashes of Ampere lurching after Kygo, but the mail-slot of Gaucho’s mind was closed. Sorry. No post on Sunday’s.
Silently Mara held her place in his antlers, feeling around the dismal depths of his mind that had been polluted by the bug which had found its way into his brain. She could feel him dying inside and was helpless to stop it.
Perhaps the blue could help.
Gently Mara leaned her body trying to direct Gaucho’s movements. The dun complied and the pair moved forward towards where Vorsa - and earlier, Kygo - had vanished.
Finnddd Ammpeereee Mara tried to remind him, hissing aloud to get his attention. The thought of the blue had sparked something deep inside of him, and the snake could only assume that seeing her again would have an even stronger reaction.
Gaucho clumsily stomped through a thicket, and then drew to a sudden stop of his own accord. There before him was Ampere, and for a moment it was as if she hadn’t been gone, as if he had only seen her a few days ago rather than weeks and weeks. The confusion of trying to reconcile how he felt and what was truth halted him firmly in place, and for a few moments all he could do was stare. Like a flaming beacon emerged suddenly through the brush, he stood sentinel as if doing nothing more than watching the mare try to rein in her panicked companion.
Vorsa, only a few yards ahead of the dun hovered in mid air, turning her beak and her gaze back and forth between the blue and the dun, as if comically miming her reaction of, what is taking you two so long?
”Ampere?” Her name shuffled and fell off of his lips. In his mind it was a scream, but all that came out were whispered syllables.
Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
It was slow at first, like running through water, or mud. Her body was moving, her mind was present, but something was holding her back. It wasn't restricting though, just abnormal, as if she had more time than she remembered and could look around and notice an infinite network of detail - such as all the lines that settled like spiderwebs in the round flesh of that tree trunk (had those always been there, she wondered, and if so, why had she never noticed?).
That's how it was leading up to Gaucho. Not just now, in this moment unraveling in the labyrinth of forest, but ever since she had been away, as if he were the sun to her world and without it the days and the nights never really were and so time just never fully existed.
Suddenly though, it was all too fast.
Her sun came, and the day and the night split at long last. It felt as if the time that had hung in a void had simply been suspended in waiting, and now careened forward with wild abandon, forcing her not just into what was normal pacing, but back on the other edge of abnormal. It was a swell crashing over her, tumbling her amid a riptide, forcing her every which way but sending her nowhere. That was Gaucho.
He appeared from the grove with a brilliance that forced her gaze away and yet equally demanded to hold it. Wreathed in fire, saturated with significance, Gaucho was a sight to behold; his own force of nature, even if he stood still and did nothing else. Too fast, Ampere's heart complained, somewhere amid her throat. She didn't feel ready yet, wasn't sure what to do now that the moment had broken upon her. For one horrible, terrible, gut-wrenching moment she entertained the thought of turning and running off. It was one thing to fortify herself for the idea of facing Gaucho again, it was quite another to stand before the blaze of the Wildfire himself. Around her blue sparks fizzled into existence, hissing and snapping as they bobbed like angry fireflies.
And then he spoke, and she was rooted to the spot, breathless.
“Gaucho," she returned with more certainty, and a gentle, lopsided grin.
She didn't hesitate then to surge forward, the electric orbs falling to the wayside like dust motes settling. She reached with her muzzle towards his skin, slipping easily into that magnetic pull he always seemed to exude.
Ampere hadn't noticed it, or perhaps didn't take the time to dwell on it, but this Gaucho was not her Gaucho. This was a more fragile being, evident just in the shallow manner he'd spoken her name. Kygo was more perceptive though, grasping at that piece of the puzzle along with the rest of the strange gaucho he'd encountered minutes before. Subdued by Ampere's rejoicing, the parrot had settled into a nearby tree, peering down with ill-veiled worry.
[Soon my posts will have more dialogue than “Gaucho” over and over xD]
For a moment he too thought that she might turn and go.
As he stood looking at her, drinking in the long moments that rushed by her mind all too quickly, a fog lifted and for one crystalline and impossibly lucid moment, Gaucho realized what had happened to him. Or rather, he realized what hadn’t been happening. The gaps in his memory suddenly bore heavily on his shoulders and mind, conversations with ghosts and moments that couldn’t have happened played just behind his eyes, running on fastforward until the glassy and often hallucinated events of the past few weeks were being played on fast forward.
Gaucho going crazy- was his first thought, and then, as if that wasn’t important enough, it was quickly cast aside by a thought that seemed to overshadow it, making his sanity seem so insignificant in contrast: Ampere not real.
She thought she might run, and he thought she might fade. With bated breath he waited to see which it would be, in that moment thinking that it would be harder to endure this hallucination, that this would be what finally broke his mind into a thousand unmendable pieces. It didn’t matter that for this one long moment he knew that something was very, very wrong with him. All that mattered was that she might disappear again, that there might not even be anything before him to disappear.
”N-” He might have said something, but then she was rushing towards him again. Even as she neared close enough to hear the air being thrust from her lips, he thought that she still might disappear - might rush right through him like a phantom, taking his heart and the last remnants of his sanity with her.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t.
And that was all that mattered.
Gaucho’s wings spread open, but not to lovingly embrace her. Instead, his posture suggested that he was preparing to catch her, as if still unable to shake the thought that if he let her go now, she would disappear - quite literally - forever. Fiery wings rocketed forward, meaning to pin themselves around the muscled slopes of her shoulders, while his muzzle streaked to the side, smearing what might have been tears against the side of her neck. He embraced her with something holy distinct, yet not divorced from tenderness, but certainly there was nothing tentative in his movements. Though they weren’t desperate or needy either. As in most things, Gaucho exuded confidence, though this confidence was a lie told loudly from his own mind: if he let himself think, even for one moment, that this wasn’t real (now that he was starting to understand just how unreal his past few weeks had been), he was sure he would lose his grip on everything. On Ampere, on reality, on life.
And so his mind and his actions splintered - he held her knowing that she was real, even if most things he saw and knew lately weren’t, and he embraced her greedily, making up for the lost moments, but also as if nothing was wrong.
Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
Unlike Kygo, the opening of Gaucho's emblazoned wings did not frighten Ampere. After all the times she'd found refuge in their hold, how could they? That he was even willing to embrace her in his circle of fire was a rush of comfort and certainty; his light chasing away the darkness that clung tenaciously to her.
She'd no notion she was doing anything similar for him.
Could two broken beings mend each other?
She slid easily against his hide, familiar with the lines of his body that she had traced often enough, of the scars that disrupted his coat pattern or the small bite of sand granules snarled against his hide. As her muzzle roved against his form she breathed him in hurriedly; he was reminiscent of the desert heat, of dry and salty air, of dust and blood and sweat. Her movements against him became less tentative, assured by his responses, ignited by his substance that was now more than just memory. Unlike him she rapacious - pressing her teeth at his muscled folds with urgency, as if redoubling her efforts now would somehow amend the absence that had stretched on too long.
He didn't ask her why, and she was grateful for that, especially in this brief pocket of time where the world was set right. She didn't have a good answer for him if he should ever ask, and it was made all the weaker every second she basked beside him, wondering what had possessed her to ever leave this.
He did speak. A small, gentle voice that seemed out of place from his lips, but was not uncharacteristic in occasions such as this. The word caused her to pause, holding so still it felt as if even her heart had stopped. She waited for more, but only her name fluttered against her on his breath, the sensation instilling a flush of heat throughout her.
I'm sorry, she wanted to say, because she was, but it felt like little more than a slap in the face to come back with only that. They had never been the best at speaking anyway, so did she even need to? What could her throat impress upon him that she with all of herself could not?
Her fervor resumed, pressing herself against him as if she intended to meld with him, to never be separated again. I'm sorry, she said without speaking, content to just be, so long as he was.
Was it because Gaucho had never spent any time in the labrynth before, that the entire world suddenly felt distant? That this seemed like some tropical and hidden place where no one could find them? As Ampere’s breathing fell into a tandem rhythm with his own, he suddenly felt even more desperate to cling to this moment. He didn’t want to face the reality (or lack thereof) that waited for him back on the sands. Didn’t want to face the nightmares and dreams that he had experienced recently, to find out which of them were reality, and which were fiction. He only wanted this, this moment, this mare, this forever.
Perhaps that was why he eagerly followed the blue mare as her lips and teeth trickled down his skin. The firelight on his wings bloomed with the tangible electricity that flooded through his veins. He craved her not only out of lust, but out of sanity too. Out of the fated timing that always brought them together when they could most meet the needs of the other in places where their love and lust promised that it would be enough.
So no, he didn’t think to ask her for justifications or excuses. He didn’t want to hear her apologize, plan, or plead.
He only wanted her to be real, and to want him back.
His teeth found their way to her withers and to the places where even Ampere’s careful preening couldn’t reach. The taste of sweat and travel on her made his tongue buzz with the sensation of it, coaxing out small grunts of pleasure with every new flavour. Magic raced off of his burning appendages, breathing energy into their bodies as he continued to scour her, holding her as close as possible while simultaneously ensuring that there was not an inch of her that escaped the touch of his lips, feathers, or chest.
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