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[OPEN] oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!]

Aisling the Fae Posts: 112
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 13.1 :: 6 :: Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Sorcha :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath Laine
#1

It rained again, a fresh autumn storm tore through the early hours of the morning. Outside, the rain lashed and the wind howled its fury through the valley. The sun was up by now, but there was no telling the time so think was the blanket of stormclouds that obscured the sky, the darkness interrupted only when a crack of lightning split the sky. From the safety of her cave, Aisling listened to the harsh whistles and booms of thunder, content to hole up there and not venture out again until it passed.

She lay back a ways from the opening, enough to watch the storm but still be safe from the wind and rain. With her head resting plaintively on the cool stone ground, she was curled around an egg the size of her hoof that hid safely in the nest she'd carefully assembled from soft cloth pilfered from Johnny's supplies. The egg itself was a creamy white, flecked liberally with spots of a deep green. A rather squat little thing it was still pointed more on one side but only just. Aisling wondered if whatever creature came out of this egg would be speckled too. Was that how eggs worked? She wanted to ask Johnny if Jellybean's egg had looked like her, but that just made the sadness knock on the door of her mind,

The minty stallion himself was further back in the cave they shared nestled with Jellybean, both still in deep hibernation as Johnny recovered from the blistering Tallsun. Never is her life had Aisling seen anyone sleep so much and though the air was cooling, her love still would not wake. He was still alive, but as the days dragged, the girl had begun to fret that he would sleep forever, like some cursed prince. 

Aisling sighed heavily, thinking of Johnny even as she watched her egg. Though she often cuddled up to him to sleep each night, she still missed him terribly and all the more now that she had something exciting that she would have wanted to share with him. She knew that Larue missed her father too, though the girl may try not to show it, Aisling knew she couldn't compete for favorite parent when her darling man was in the running. Tap. Tap tap. Hearing it again, Aisling raised her head, eyes alert and ears pricked forward. She had thought she'd been hearing the tiniest of sounds from the egg all morning but with the storm raging it had been difficult to be sure. She had definitely heard it now.

"There you are, a stór, I hear you now." Exceedingly gentle, she brushed her lips over the shell. Whatever life stirred there, she wanted to encourage it, to help it, but all she could do at the moment was wait. settling her ead down so that the egg was at eye level, Aisling watched with growing excitement for the tiniest of twitches and listened for the tiniest of taps. When a little crack appeared on the surface of the egg, she gave a little gasp of pleasure. Waiting.. waiting...

you choose the road, Love, and I'll make the vow
and i'll be your true love forever
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::

Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#2
The crafters cave is only halfway down the valley from the hot springs and the small, protected cave at their back, but it's more than far enough to become drenched in the sudden down pouring of rain as it crests the peaks of the Basin and comes rushing downhill towards the walking rack of ribs and grime below. His ears flatten and his nostrils pinch against the driving wind and wet.

"God-fucking-damnit." He hisses between clenched teeth, pausing just long enough to let his serpentine companion wriggle down his crest and into the protective folds of the scarf tied around his neck. 'Run, run.' The python chimes from his pocket of dryness and warmth, bemused at the thought of his bonded running anywhere, a picture of skeletal Albrecht clinking and clanging along in cartoon fashion blooming between their minds. The stallion lurches forward into a canter, his spidery legs carrying the pair over ground at a surprising speed. "Gonna be awfully hard for you to walk so far with no legs." He grumbles between panting breaths, but when his nose curls to his chest it's to check for any slipping of the fabric there and not to dump its contents.

He charges toward the peppermint ponys cave with half slit eyes and takes the last few strides in front of and over the threshold in a final bound of effort, skidding to an unceremonious halt just inside the cavern. "Oh." He breathes, surprised to find the quote-unquote fortune teller from the aurora festival already inside. He shuffles back a step, but stays well within the cover of the stone roof, loathe to go outside again before the weather clears. "Is Johnny-" He begins but breaks off abruptly, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the cave and revealing a medium sized egg at the mares hooves.

Stroms head pokes out of his makeshift hammock, curiosity flicking his tongue at rapid speed. 'Hatch?' He asks, but they can all see the hairline cracks spreading across the shells surface now. "Gonna get the bull to go with your shit?" The stallion asks, shaking water from his coat and beard like some giant, emaciated dog, heedless of where the displaced moisture might land.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Aisling


           
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Aisling the Fae Posts: 112
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 13.1 :: 6 :: Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Sorcha :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath Laine
#3

Aisling wondered what it was like to hatch from an egg. Surely it was a little much to ask of such a new creature. Though she didn’t remember her own birth, she’d now been on the other end it. When Larue had come into the world it had been Aisling who did the work on that morning, and even now she had such a similar motherly instinct coursing through her but could do nothing to lessen the burden of breaking free. It was to be an anxious wait.

She didn’t scream when the bearded stallion came bursting in from the storm, she was momentarily too surprised even for breath. Her body jerked but luckily she still had the wherewithal to keep herself from jumping to her feet (which probably would have crushed her new little treasure). She had been so focused on watching her egg, the cave creating such a seemingly isolated bubble, and who should come bursting it to disrupt that but the terribly rude stallion who had come to her event at the festival. Refusing to leave her egg  unprotected on the floor she scowled at the intruder-ears pinned and eyes fierce-assuming that he had come with the express purpose of doing harm.

But Albrecht seemed just at surprised to see her here, starting to ask for Johnny before catching sight of Aisling’s egg. That at least let her relax a bit, however bad of an impression he had made, the beast hadn’t quite reached arc-enemy status in Aisling’s book; that place was saved for that white-armed hellion. “No. No he’s—In ainm Dé!!” Her explanation was cut of with a curse when Albrecht shook the evidence of his outdoor romp and water went flying. She hunkered down over the egg, shielding it from the worst of it.

“Oh aye, as long as you’ve go’ the piss to go with your poor attitude!” the fae snapped, shaking her own head to get the water out of her eyes. She didn’t mind the water over much, it’d dry soon enough, but she wasn’t in the mood to be hounded by this smartass. “He’s here but you won’t wake him. He’s—he’s still ill.” As much as the little mare might had disliked the idea of exposing emotion to her (opponent?) but she couldn’t help the tremulous shake in her voice when she said that, nor help but to glance over her shoulder toward the deeper parts of the cave where her Candyman still hibernated. Despite her sunny disposition, she was starting to worry he might never wake.

Her head snapped back around at a little cracking sound and a sharp 'Kree!' emanating from the egg. Almost forgetting about her guest, Aisling stared at the small hole that had appeared in the egg, out of which poked a creamy little snout topped with crimson.
you choose the road, Love, and I'll make the vow
and i'll be your true love forever


@Albrecht
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::

Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#4

Larue...
The lemon drop filly darted through the downpour, her quick movements hugging along trunks for as much shelter from the rain as possible, as she tried to get back to her and her parents’ cave. Though the rain did not sting as heat did, it still was an oddly unsettling feeling as it dripped over her candied skin, so she rushed towards home, safety, and shelter. Were she older (or perhaps simply more observant) she might have noticed the messy muck of another’s rapid dash into her family’s cave.

As it was, the tartlet didn’t notice and, in her haste, nearly crashed directly into Albrecht’s muddy haunches as she careened into the cave. She squealed in surprise as her long, knobby limbs flailed to catch her balance while she lurched to avoid running into him—though she (luckily) did arrive just in time to hear Albrecht’s choice use of particularly bad words that momma never let her use.

Lemon-freckled rimmed ears swing forward, candied blue eyes wide and swinging between Albrecht and mom. “Oh aye, as long as you’ve go’ the piss to go with your poor attitude!” And the filly giggled with delight as her mother used such language and such a tone with someone other than herself. “You’re in for it now, bag’o’bones,” she whispered loudly, and with excited amusement, to the old man.

But, much to her disappointment, her mother’s annoyance relented and she focused on her something at her feet—and egg. It must be the egg from the forest that had almost (but not entirely) snagged Rue’s short attention span. “You got the egg, ma?” her pert voice was laced with surprise and awe, bright eyes darting at the egg which cracked and ’kree’ed’. “It’s hatching!” her excited shout was accompanied with a bound towards her mom and the hatching companion, dark flaxen tail twitching with excitement.
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Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#5
His head tilts in amusement as more unfamiliar words tumble from the fortune tellers mouth, these loud and acidic in the air, their meaning easy enough to discern in context. "A little water won't hurt the thing." He mildly answers her rebuke, but his attention drifts past the mare, his spindly neck rising to let him peer toward the back of the cave where his ailing eyes can just make out a mound of white and pink fluff against the back wall of the cavern. Brows pinching, he wonders what illness affects the candy-corn, what symptoms could squelch his usual enthusiasm.

Ears twitching uncertainly, a ghost of real concern flits across his features, but though he might have asked the crafter himself of his condition and given hint of his own emotion, that modicum of camaraderie does not transfer to the wanna-be witch occupying his cave. He stares just long enough to be sure of the rise and fall of the Weavers sides, then turns, but before his emerald eyes have time to refocus on the foreground of the cave a flurry of sound and motion breaks out behind him.

A clamor of thunder and scrambling hooves heralds the appearance of something slim and vaguely yellow tinted. The thing bursts into the cave with a wild squealing, its trajectory pointed directly at the old stallions hips. He shudders in surprise, haunches clenching and curling behind him and one hoof lashes out in instinctive assault. The whomp of flesh meeting flesh is loud and hollow, their close quarters keeping the sound confined.

'Young.' His companion reports from the vantage of his bondeds withers. "And stupid." The stallion replies aloud. "What the fuck are you doing?" He accuses, but the venom of his words is borne of frustration and the immediate shame that burns through his chest on sight of the filly. He's kicked a foal, a baby, a child.

Old habits... his subconscious cruelly jokes, sending too many emotions flurrying through his mind at once and the underlying pain of his thoughts thrums once through his system, slicking his ears back against his poll and jerking his companion into a defensive s-curve. Not again, he silently groans in dismay, but his mouth stays tightly shut, his expression one of malice and blame.

"You can't just careen into people like that." He chides the youth, his harsh tone and over-defensiveness hiding the truth of his feelings."You're gonna get yourself killed that way."

The python on his back stays coiled protectively, a silent observer of the titans around him, but he wonders at the automatic and violent contrariness of his bondeds thoughts and actions. Why does he huff and pin his ears and make snide remarks when all he really wants to do is say, I'm sorry?

The stallion falls back a step, creating distance between himself and the other two conscious occupants of the cave, hoping the sudden crumbling of the eggs outer shell and the tiny noises emanating from within it will redirect the pairs attention while he steadies his breathing and corrals his emotions back to their monochromatic range of annoyance and indifference.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Aisling @Larue


           
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Aisling the Fae Posts: 112
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 13.1 :: 6 :: Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Sorcha :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath Laine
#6

There was a moment Aisling thought she night have spied concern in the gruff old man, in the moment’s hesitation as he looked toward the back of the cave. It was gone too soon, however, and her mind convinced herself she must have imagined it. Maybe if he’d let it show, even for a bit longer, she would have softened, but as it was she wanted him gone. For the most part the Weaver’s cave was a welcoming thoroughfare, but with the weaver in hibernation Aisling had no reason to accept others in her space. And Albrecht…he had come to her event at the festival and been rude. He’d come into her home and been rude again! Normally so soft hearted it was rare that Aisling formed a dislike so quickly but perhaps there was something in her own pride that stung at his insults and so her tolerance waned.

Already, she was prepared to tell him to leave when her daughter came careening into the cave in a similar fashion and slammed into the stallion. She tensed, already ready for the girl to take a tumble, but Aisling’s eyes saw the hoof that lashed out to strike her little girl. Eyes wide she let out a howl of outrage. Anger would come later, despite the reflexive origin of the motion, but concern and panic flared life flames in her heart. Laura was so tiny compared to him and who knows what damage even a single kick could inflict on her little body?

With a lurch, Aisling was on her feet and rushing to wedge herself between her daughter and Albrecht, sending him only a furious glare of warning before curling around the girl trying to move her away. “Are you alright, Larue?!” she demanded, already reaching to brush her nose over the girl to search for damage.

They both spoke, the filly and the stallion, and the words drifted into the fuzz of her concerned mom-brain to wipe away that haze. Larue’s question pulled her back, surely if the filly could speak she wasn’t hurt too much, right? “Uh, I—yes. Yes, mo chroi, I did.” She glanced back to the ground, where the little dragon had managed to work a hole big enough for her tiny little head to poke out.

Eyes of deep dark green stared up and into her own and for a moment Aisling stood, mesmerized. The bond began, this sort of reaching, stretching feeling in her very soul that found the same reaching back from that tiny little life. The souls reached, twined, sealed into something warm and enormous and utterly irreversible. Adoration, love, joy, she saw these in the little eyes and more she felt them through the channels between them as the hummed into life.

Delighted, the little dragon let out another excited trill and wriggled, determined to get out of its egg and to Aisling. It lurched forward, and succeeded in rolling it’s egg forward and out of the cloth nest and onto the stone floor of the cave. With another crack, the shell fell away and the ball of damp green feathers and scales sprawled across the floor looking up at the other seeming perfectly pleased with itself.

ooc :: LOL WHAT EVEN IS CONTINUITY -shoves actions into a jumbled mess-
@Larue @Albrecht
you choose the road, Love, and I'll make the vow
and i'll be your true love forever
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::

Larue Posts: 45
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 1
smitty
#7

Larue...
Her breath left her in a squeak as the boney man’s cloven hind hoof solidly connected with her slender ribcage. A soft crack reverberated through her tiny, lemony body as a slim rib cracked. Her small body crumpled on the ground near her mother, as his accusing and venomous words lash out at her, defensive chides following quickly on its heels. Though his words fell on puny, pinned ears that were deaf to anything he had to say. But she did hear her mom’s howl of rage, and her squinted teal eyes looked up to see her pale, small but mighty mom sidle between herself and the hoof-happy bag’o’bones.

“I’m—ouch,” her reply to her mom’s question about her well being was interrupted by a particularly painful twinge from her right side; the broken rib was protesting against its use in speaking. But any attention that would have been pinned inward on her injury was immediately shifted towards the small dragon that was emerging from her mom’s egg as it let out an excited trill.

The small filly gingerly rose to her rose thorn hooves, but it was too much to actually move towards the small dragon. So, instead, she reached out towards it, ears tuliped forward, “What’re you—“ she painfully paused in her whisper, “—you gonna— name it?”

And then her teal eyes swept towards the man that had so forcefully kicked her, narrowing slightly, “What’d you—“ a pained, short intake of breath, “do that for?” And then, with her haunches leaning against the cave’s rough wall and her small jaw set, she waited for her answers.
...pucker up
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Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#8
He continues hastily backing, convinced that the cream colored mare will launch herself at him in a fit of maternal rage the second her muzzle lifts from the fillys back, but he can't quite bring himself to turn until that first assessment is made, until the filly speaks again and proves her nonterminal status.

"I-" He stammers in the face of her scrutched up little features, her demanding, if slightly breathless, tone. Thankfully the chirping, trilling antics of the newly hatched companion steals most of the attention in the room and he's able to avoid having the hide ruthlessly removed from his backside as payment for his crime. "I don't like surprises." He answers shortly, his temper rushing to dull the sting of other emotions. "And I don't like sour things." He adds, seemingly just to twist the knife, but his eyes widen on the end of the words as if he's surprised by his own sourness.

The python draped across his back barely has a chance to pull himself up over the stallions thin neck before he's turning, unkempt hooves scrabbling on the wet stone of the cavern floor to propel himself away, tail tucked tight to his thighs and hocks, though from the rain or something less tangible is uncertain to all involved. There is just enough time before his emerald eyes slit against the weather to catch sight of the infantile jade dragon escaping fully from its shell, its tiny eyes pinned unerringly on the Thief. Bullshit rings in an increasingly familiar tone through the back of the stallions mind and the python also dwelling there has pride enough to be insulted by his bondeds continued envy.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Aisling @Larue

           
[Image: 56c616e54affc]Rated M, R, NC-17, AO, 18+, NSFW
Tag dat azz!  @Albrecht
Violence & Magic okay.
Wish - Away - OOC



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