[WaterxDark :: Can use moisture from the surroundings to summon waves]
[Restrictions :: Extends 5m radius from body; can create up to three small or one large wave.]
one prior refusal
[DROP] Southward, to the Sea [EARTH MAGIC DROP]
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08-10-2016, 06:40 PM
[WaterxDark :: Can use moisture from the surroundings to summon waves] [Restrictions :: Extends 5m radius from body; can create up to three small or one large wave.] one prior refusal Milo sees himself, but older and with growths coming from his spine.
Ahvelyn Johnny spoke to me, but his words were as sweet and innocent as always. They were words I could hear, speak briefly of or to, but would not remember in my heart as something deep. I always appreciated the weaver's kindness, but it had been clear since the moment we met that his life was not touched by sorrow as mine was. Such happy folk I struggled to connect with. When the miniscule sprites addressed our gathered crowd with chirping voices and overflowing enthusiasm, I once more felt a twinge of that lack of belonging. This day, its beauty, was not what I was used to. Were it not for the skull faced stallion, I may not have chosen to relish it. His choice to withdraw for the sake of his sons (which, despite bearing his unique mark, I had not guessed were his) was... curious. If nothing else, I made a note of it for later. That gesture was enough to remind me that as distant as it may seem, I was in good company more often than not, at least within Helovia's borders. "Yes, it's nice to see you again too Johnny," I said absentmindedly, my voice sounding tired. I swept my long tail across the earth and closer to my legs, and looked away from the skull-masked stallion to see the pictures that others around me were so quick to note. I remember I had expected to see you, or at least a ghost of you. The first thing I saw was a dagger, and so it only made sense that your body would form around it as it had in my womb. But I was wrong, and the moment the gold glitter formed to create something else I was so... happy. To have been spared a reminder of the pain of your loss, to avoid that memory and the hurt that came with it, was a brief blessing that I could only thank the pixies for. Though I did not see anything so ridiculous as Johnny's outfitted and unfamiliar creeature, I was greeted with a lighthearted sight. I was surprised that I did not find myself secretive and unwilling to share. "I see a sloping mountain, covered in gold snow and flowers," I said then to the creatures, before stepping back to let others see. With vague intention I stood myself beside the father who had also withdrawn, though I could not say I had pulled away for the same reason. "That was good of you," I said to him, refusing to meet his eyes (and perhaps acknowledge that I respected a stallion) and instead staring straight ahead as foals and fellows clamored to see. "It's rare to see a father be so supportive of his children." "" Quotes and notes Seeking: [EarthxDark:: Can craft steel blades on body from stripes.] [Restrictions:: Blades can be removed with extreme pain and rust away over site-year. Can craft 3 small, 2 medium, or 1 large blade per season.] No priors. Spoke to @Johnny. Spoke to @Volterra. (Maybe a thread after this?)
08-12-2016, 11:06 AM
08-13-2016, 08:43 AM
VOLTERRA you will remember me for centuries His sons appear surprised - neither could possibly be more surprised than Volterra himself, however. Inside his mind, he can feel conflicting emotions from his dragons. Vadir is quite disgusted with his altruism - she thinks his children should have had to fight tooth and nail for this prize, and that includes beating their own father. Her red brother, however, is proud of Volterra's actions, and radiates happy thoughts into his mind.
Both Tyrath and Kid step forth to attempt to win the prize, and the stallion channels all of his energy into praying to the Gods that they will succeed. As he does, another familiar figure approaches - goodness, how she's grown. She's no longer a miniscule little filly, all puppy fat and gangly legs - she is well-proportioned and clearly on her way to womanhood. She touches a nose to his shoulder and he huffs air from his nostrils in return, his ears spinning upon his head to demonstrate his pleasure at seeing her. Last time they met, he was still numb from the aftermath of what happened with Isopia - she made him laugh, and set him along the path to bringing himself out of his stupour. "Erthë," he grunts. "There are my sons, Kid and Tyrath. Boys, this is Erthë, an old friend of mine." 'Friend' is not a term he uses loosely - he has few friends, yet he has known this filly for several years and spoken with her quite a lot in that time, so she certainly fits into that category. Another mare approaches, this one unfamiliar. She's an attractive thing, with matte-black fur accented by blue stripes, and three vicious-looking horns perched on top of a well-sculpted face. Given he's in polite company, he forces his eyes not to roam too openly across her, and instead focuses on her words. He notices that she avoids eye contact; he often performed such behaviour himself in his youth as a way to acknowledge a superior (namely his mother), and thus makes no attempt to force the issue by staring straight at her. Instead, his own crimson gaze darts between her, Erthë and his sons, never lingering for too long on any of them whilst his mind idly stews the day's events. The new mare offers her support of his actions, stating that it's rare to see a father so supportive of his offspring, and the goliath dips his head slightly in acknowledgement. Inside, the first ebbings of pride begin to materialise, but it's an almost...humble pride, if that is possible. He is usually the sort of man to delight and revel in any praise, especially if it's about his physical abilities, and his already-large ego is always in search of further inflation. But this...is different. This is not something he's done with the sole purpose of gaining respect or praise. It was done because it was the right thing to do, and as such he does not feel the usual increase in arrogance that he often does after performing something successfully. "It is the least I can do. I have not been the father to them that I should have been, but it seems only right that I put them first whenever I can." It is spoken quietly, intended for the blue-striped mare's ears only, although it is possible his sons or Erthë could hear if they shifted closer at that moment. His attention is snatched by the floating creatures, who give their prize to a bay mare rather than Kid or Tyrath. Disappointment nips at his chest, but he accepts that sometimes, even his sacrifice is not enough to ensure success for his children. There will be other opportunities, however, he is sure of it. With a dip of his head to Erthë, Tyrath, Kid and the blue-striped unicorn, Volterra moves to leave the area. Speakes to @Erthë and @Ahvelyn . Chan and Jen, if you both want threads set after this, I'm more than happy to <33 [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ] | |||||||||||||
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