the Rift


[OPEN] Parley

Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#1


Venturing south in Tallsun was possibly the whackiest idea Tilney had had all year. 
Why not Frostfall!? Or Orangemoon? 
At least birdsong!?
The gods blessed this land with varying seasons and each had their own characteristics - Tallsun was the season of the Sun god of course. Perhaps it was the time of year most prosperous to those who worshipped him; the Dragons Throat in particular. 
Leaving his loved ones behind at the Edge was also something Tilney had battled with besides the sweltering heat and constant threat of death by wildfire. His love was cooped up safe and sound with their western sea sprayed adobe, and that kept his mind at ease. 
Oh, Arah.  
Little did the bronze lad know that his ivory doe would not spend her time waiting for his return alone. It was only a matter of time until a very special bundle of brown legs and white ribs was brought into the world. Perhaps if Tilney knew he was soon to sire a foal he would of stayed home to care for Arah by any means possible. 

Peatree had slept most of the journey in a nest he'd build in Tilneys mane, just behind his left ear. Learning to fly was ever so tedious but very fun. The wide-eyed fruit bat would make small jumps and soar a few feet before scrambling back into the safety of Tilneys mane, thought the amount of times Tilney had to stop to pick a dazzled baby bat off the ground was bordering countless.
One night they had slept in the Heart Caves; It was one place Tilney felt the closest to the Sun god. He told Peatree of the time he'd met Byrd here - a ghastly creature who protected a magic drop. There were many stories to be told about these caves.

At the suns greeting Tilney stirred, taking up the glowing lantern by  scooping it with an upper tine on his lofty rack of antlers. It wasn't far to the throat, he was sure of it. "Nearly there Peatree" was his yawning utter, gaze turning to the fading stars as mother moon said her farewells. 
The sun was still low in the sky, the water and clouds still coloured pink and purple when he arrived at the shore. On the horizon he could see the oasis, the mighty dragons throat. 
He daren't swim, and he had no means of getting across. What was he to do? With a huff tilney waded into the cool water to wait for a comer or goer and hoped they might let him in. He only wished to seek out the Sun Physicians and parley.



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@Sikeax

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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
#2
Neither of them have achieved in coaxing the other away from the shore. Both stuff their faces, smiles painted across their faces at how nice it is to take time to themselves away from the aggressive heat of Tallsun.
Sunburns have yet to form across Hobgoblin but are swift to become a worrisome thing. Her own are becoming scars in the time that’s she’s spent letting them heal. Now her days consist of sleeping in the shade, tucked beneath the umbrellas of trees or surrounded by the water in the lake, floating effortlessly as the water encapsules her, the occasional time spent away to tend to her duties as the Sun Physician. Nights are in turn exchanged for trips to the beach so that Hobgoblin can hunt the sharks, attracted by the Dragon’s Throat’s rising from the sea and the bounty of food found in the seagrasses, short times spent with her only son who is growing a lot quicker that she wants him to, and the gathering of herbs in the desert.
For the previous night, they have spent it as said. Hobgoblin lounges atop the warming sands, bloated, groaning over how much food he’s managed to stuff into himself within the dark hours. Sleep taunts him and he is no stranger to it when he takes it.
Sikeax, resting in the palm of the other hand, slips underwater at the first hints of day. Light paints a fine glow over the desert mountains in the distance, graces with borders of the seen world with a pink shawl as it crests into vibrancy. She is a humorous sight to see. Currents encourage her to return to the ceiling of this realm and gasp for air that she doesn’t need, grasping grass in her jaws and chewing contently. Every few minutes, she is paddling back downwards.
With each motion, she pulls herself further out, not minding the dip in the sea and gradual descent towards the wreckage of canyons that became a land bridge which fell to pieces by the Sun God’s wrath and an entire herd’s passion, driven on by a Sultan who wanted to keep them safe, the last reminder that the Dragon’s Throat once belonged to the mainland.
Their crumbled pieces bare no food, and what is there is little and not enough for attention. No life takes notice of her abandonment when she crawls back on land, ushering forth words for her companion to follow her across the bridge.
She doesn’t wish to waste time, trying to run from the Sun when it is in the height of its glory in its kingdom.
He follows her across at a lazy, stumbling gate, occasionally taking a moment to narrow and blink yellow eyes as his legs push themselves along. The flames kiss but do not wound, climbing their limbs and tugging at their tails, getting nothing more than tired looks and a thrashing tail of displeasure from Hobgoblin. Sikeax is quiet, moving only her legs and tail, making empty blinks as she waters her eyes against the dry, salty air, breathing with small, relaxed breaths in perfect rhythm.
A kind of bliss oversees them in this hour. The sand returns beneath her hooves and his paws, flexing claws into the body as he heads for the shoreline line again, seeking cool, damp sand to spread his body over.
A canter collects in her joints and her bones, humming a soft tone of comfort to herself as she looks for no place in particular to guide herself back into the sea. The hunt goes lower than intend, pulling her into what becomes a patrol of the northern border, Hobgoblin now left far behind.
It gifts her with a man, standing in the sea, not completely engulfed but deep enough that she feels some worry for him. Nothing about him fits into her memory. Even if he was part of the Dragon’s Throat, would he have not a key? Or quite possibly it could be the chance that he was new and they had yet to have gifted him the ability to come and go as he pleased, locked by the sea.
“I wouldn’t stand that far in. You know there’s sting rays that shallow, right?” She chuckles, warmed by the luck of her previous night and the food filling her stomach. Down shore, Hobgoblin pushes the sound of his snores into the music of the sea.
Waves roll up against her when she shuffles through the grasses to meet him, swinging her head low once to shove more grass into her mouth, never once taking the time to accept that in the drought of Tallsun, plagued by the sudden, unforeseen violence of sea-thrown storms bordering hurricanes, that she had been this needy for food.
“Do you need me to get you in? I have a key.” The impression that he was a newcomer, sworn into the ranks with the growing amount of new faces without her knowledge, doesn’t take its leave easily.

OOC: Yay! Welcome to you and Tilney to the DT! <3
Hobgoblin is in his serval form when crossing the bridge but upon making it to Tilney's side turns into his leopard seal form.

"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"
Sikeax;
i'm missing the beauty in your soul

@Tilney


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so much more than everything

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#3


As the flaxen brute swayed in a spoiling mixture of water and sun he wondered why exactly he hadn't grown a mighty aversion to this part of Helovia or the seaside since his time as a castaway. It had been here in the south that he had been stolen by the sea from all he held dear; The Edge, his herd, his Arah. Still though the chestnut would return unafraid - Wading so far out at the wrong end of a low tide and not watching for currents or rips were simple mistakes he would NOT make ever again. Now that the sun was setting over the foreshadowing island, the Sea was reaching further and further up the dunes and grabbing whatever it could take - it would not take him! 
Fickle tide, try your best. Tilney had the protection of the wave's controller; Mother Moon.

Peatree gazed with awe at the seafoam kisses from where he clung, perched on his equine friend's magnificent antlers. The fuzzy young mammal shuffled along one of the tines, making his way to the unlit lantern that swung above the water. Now that Pea was clinging to the lanterns metal frame, Tilney lowered it towards the seaspray as the waves retracted andshyed from the shore. "Ready Pea!?" Tilney called to his winged friend in anticipation for the tide to roll back in. Pea still held with all of his strength to the lantern and gave a squeal of delight when the seafoam enveloped the entirety of his body, sparing his face (Tilney didn't want to dunk the poor thing in like a tea bag). The tall baroque man erupted with laughter; Peatree's delight was most contagious and Tilney was overjoyed that he could still enjoy the sea side.
“I wouldn’t stand that far in. You know there’s sting rays that shallow, right?”

To say that Tilney was startled by the voice was an understatement - He jumped right out of his skin spooking sideways and only the gods knew where Peatree ended up. "Oh golly!" The caramel man exclaimed, looking from the ciel-horned fae and her Serval to the waves. His verdant gaze searched worriedly over each bubble for his dear little bat, though as soon as the waves had retracted once again Peatree became quite an obvious blob amongst the white sand. "Oh Peatree I am sorry little fellow!"
Tilney scooped the spluttering bat up with his nose and allowed the creature to climb up the front of his face before he turned to the stranger. He could of sworn her bonded had been a serval? Instead he was met with a champagne woman and a seal. Quite convinced his mind had deceived him, Tilney gave a blushing chuckle and strode towards the horned mare.  
"Silly me" He cleared his throat awkwardly and finally let his verdant eyes meet with hers of blue "I am Tilney, a Moon Doctor of the World's Edge" 
"I do not have a key, No. I seek the Sun Physicians of the Dragons Throat though and would be ever so thankful if you could show me the way to their greenhouse or gardens or where they commune?"
He could only assume the Dragons throat had a Greenhouse and gardens too? The more he thought over what he had said though he realised it was plenty warm enough here for most plants to thrive without a hothouse. Things would be done differently here, after all that was why he had come here - to learn about southern healing. He had hardly noticed until now how much the light was dimming. There was details of this woman he could no longer see for example and the sea was just a pleasant noise, no longer a wonderful sight to behold. Oh how he hated his night blind eyes. "Aiya" he spoke as the cure, watching with delight as he always did - the lantern lit with a sharp puff and soon all four of them were all illuminated by his beacon.



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@Sikeax

Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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