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Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#1
My thoughts are the cold kind,
I've got storm clouds brewing behind my eyes

Continued from here.



Erthë smiled in the direction of each of the boys in turn and inclined her head, feeling suddenly very old and careworn. She had not even lived for two winters yet here she stood, being introduced to the grown - or nearly grown - children of a friend she hadn't thought to be more than a year or two older than herself. Suddenly she had to wonder, because how on earth did a mare manage to pop out two kids in less than a year - it wasn't possible, was it? Maybe Evangeline knew, she would have to ask the Doctor once she got home. Either way, it left her with a feeling of discomfort, anger almost. Time was rushing by at such an incredible pace that she could barely keep up with it. Her mother had been dead barely a year and already the image of her face was fading in Erthë's mind, her father was a ghost who came and went and barely said a word while he was home. And she? Nearly grown now, but inside she felt more like a child than she ever had.

Old and childish... Not a very flattering combination.

"Congratulations, they are handsome boys" she offered, her voice betraying nothing of the turmoil that went on beneath the snow-dyed facade. "I would love to meet their mother some time, she must be a remarkable mare, to put up with you."

Humor danced in her eyes as she delivered the barb, and as she was in a good mood she merely watched and listened as another mare - familiar in appearance and form yet without a name for Erthë to recall - came up, she too initiating conversation with the big stallion. It was something she had noticed before; mares often seemed to flock around Volterra, as though drawn to his presence by some mysterious force. This was not the first time, and as the slender young mare observed Volterra's interaction with the painted mare she suddenly realized why.

Oh, she had always known him to be handsome, but whereas before his big body and quiet mannerism had only been something to mark him as him, Erthë was struck by this fact in a whole different way. And it made her reaction upon hearing about his family all the more disturbing, Why would she be jealous, it made no sense at all. They were friends, nothing more. Definitely nothing more, because that would be... well... weird. Yes.

Deep in thought, the little mare only realized that Volterra had began to pull away when the sounds of conversation faded around her. The dancing lights were gone, their colorful dust had faded and the crowd was thinning out, marking the end of the game. An unknown mare followed by a wolf - Erthë felt her insides clench at the sight of it, unease holding her in a vice like grip until the pair was well out of sight - had been blessed with a prize and by rights, she ought to continue on her way home.

Instead she hurried after the black equine, offering the blue-striped mare a faint smile in passing and fell in beside her friend, reluctant to part with his company so soon.

"So, what have you been up to since I saw you last? Joined a herd yet? There's plenty of room at the Edge, you know, we could really use someone like you in the troops."

On reflex she began to gaze about to see if she could spot the two dragons somewhere, yet even as she did a delicate ear was trained at the stallion, ready to catch his words should he reply.

Erthë
And my heart will be blacker than your eyes
when I'm through with you
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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#2
Tyrath



Tyrath's quad-horned head had dipped back to the icy fae, when she'd offered her own bob of greeting. He remained at the water's edge for a minute or two longer, a disgruntled snort erupted from his nostrils when he attempted to wash away the creatures' little glitter trick, and found it still clung to his ashen coat. Great, he was as glittery as Kid was on the inside, a bonified glitter pixie stick with wings and a pair of horns. He could deal with it, possibly, he'd just have to sit in the Oasis and ardently tell Sikeax that he wasn't going to move until the glitter had worn off. It wasn't very becoming on a Son of Volterra, and a Grandson of the Sun God to look like a glittered disco ball, they'd have been better making him shine like the sun!

He didn't bother to keep his thoughts on the Bay mare and the wolf who had won instead of his brother or himself, there would be more opportunities for them to come together and win. It seemed these little games weren't that much of an oddity on nature after all, where did these creatures find all their glittering orbs of magic and companions anyway? Damn their luck, and damn his own misfortune.

Resigned in the knowledge that the glitter wasn't going to be just washed off, his wings spread and he glided in a leisured stroke of his feathered appendages toward his father and Erthe. "Thanks for the compliment." He murmured, having caught her earlier words she had spoken to Volterra. "Unfortunately we don't all share the same mother, so you might have to play a nice game of hide and seek to find them all." He added after a moment, giving the pale filly a wink.


His father didn't stick around, he said his goodbye's in his own way and moved to go back to where ever it was he was currently making home, and for a moment he considered taking wing himself to return to the Throat. Sikeax no doubt would liked to have heard what he had gotten up to, and that Volterra had decided to act selflessly so he and Kid could have a better chance at winning the magic. Though, the thought was pushed aside as Erthe tottered after Volterra, and he decided he may as well stick around himself to find out more about her, and his father. It struck him that he didn't know if his father had any friends, every time they met it was either just the two of them and his dragons, or the odd chance that one of his other siblings would show up. Did his dad even have any friends? Or anything he considered close to that fact, or was Erthe the only one? He rolled his shoulders, he was about to find out.

"The Edge?" He repeated, once more he glided toward his bestial father and the delicate doe, choosing to land next to her and settle into a comfortable walk. "Isn't that where the Moon Goddess resides?" His head cocked to the side as he tried to imagine Volterra under the Moon's Banners and ended up shaking his horned head. "He strikes me more of the Falls type, if he ever decided to live in a herd." He paused for a second, then let out a snicker. "Besides, he'd probably fall off the cliffs in the Edge."  



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