the Rift


[OPEN] Everybody's watching [CLEARING]

Ru'in Posts: 39
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 0 - Birdsong
Odd
#1

@Kiada <3 & maybe @Romina for draaaaamas ?

Hello stranger. Her words were like needles in his brain; white-hot points of light that flickered into his subconscious and illuminated all that which he would have preferred to keep in the dark hidden confines of his growing mind. Saliva raced down his throat as the boy palpably gulped. He could taste guilt, a precursor to regret, and also desire. He was still young and sexually inexperienced of course and so he didn't know precisely what he desired, but whatever it was, Kiada was certainly the object of it. He wanted to turn his bi-coloured gaze to her, to look upon her and see how much she had grown and changed. He wanted to analyze the fiery creatures upon the sleek lines of her back and neck. He wanted her to continue speaking so that the cadence of her voice could be distilled to its essence so that he might replay it whenever he wanted. He wanted her body close to his so that he could feel her warmth, despite the fact that with his large bulky coat he needed no additional heat.

Romina..

Unlike Kiada’s weightless and brilliant presence in his thoughts, his twin lurked in his mind constantly, like a tidal wave or thick fog. She blanketed his every movement, his every waking moment. And although he had not seen her in the crowd, that did not mean that she was not here somewhere, her beautiful and all-seeing eyes falling upon him. Could she see his treachery now, even as his eyes remained looking forward?

His guilt rose in the back of his throat like bile. But so too did his desire.

Ru’in grunted as Kiada took her place beside him, and as his lower limbs began to slowly become stone, it was almost as if his magic was a physical representation of his will fixing him in place, lest the smallest twitch of his body give him away.

Care to join me? Suddenly she filled his vision in a way that he couldn’t have avoided. The fiery griffons on her back - so different from the foxes which normally appeared there - took hold of his eyes and refused to let them go. His gaze sank lower, cascading over the slender curves of her more-womanly hips, and once again he had to gulp. He was always covered in an abundance of hair, but never before had he felt so hot in his life.

"Yahr." He agreed, seeing no reason why he should not follow his ‘cousin’, especially given the orders Kisamoa had just explained. Five minutes ago the tusked boy could not have cared less about what Kisamoa needed, and now he was thankful for the tasks. Excuses and justifications bristled in his mind, shoving the guilt away and loosening his limbs so that he could trail after Kiada.

ru'in
These apartment walls are paper thin.
And no one is trying to listen in.
To hear our doubts, hear our whispered shouts: they don't care.
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Kiada Posts: 181
World's Edge Nurse
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#2
kiada
a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
Perhaps the filly should have cared more about her actions than she did. Obviously, there would be some explaining to do to Kianzo if he were to see them, but she was prepared for such an endeavor. After all, no matter how much she loved and admired her brother, she liked to think that she had the brains of the two. She imagined herself as the one that brought the ideas to light, to prove to Kianzo that even if her magic was useless, she could harness her mind as a weapon. And that’s precisely what she would tell him; play it off as though she was using this mental weapon against Ru’in for information. Of what, she didn’t know just yet. The idea was totally false – she just wanted to spend time with Ru’in, but she’d never admit to that with her other half.

She remembered the bronze butterfly he had created, when her flames took on a different beast entirely. And oh, the feeling was so foreign and so right, a feeling she craved every time she saw the mutated boy. She was like an addict, craving the drug that he provided, and suddenly she began to wonder if he endured the same idea. It was hard to tell, as she stood in front of him flirting and waiting while his eyes proved to avoid her. Surely this had to work, right? As she glanced back over her shoulder to him, he didn’t say anything. However, when his dual toned gaze landed onto her spotted (and scarred hide) the feeling began to return. Flickering in and out of the griffons, foxes loomed ever closer to replacing the winged beasts.

But Kiada had been practicing. And while Khairi decided his meal was better set elsewhere and promptly took off from her to a nearby branch, the blood remained. There were minor scars along her spine from the vulture, little bits and pieces she didn’t mind so much. But it was the larger one along her shoulder, and one that was placed precariously on her hip from the griffin attack that made her feel a bit more self-conscious than she had previously. She was sure the scars would fade, but they were dark with patches of thick fur missing from the harsh winter that she hoped wouldn’t detract from her trying to get her fix.

When he finally replied, that deep voice rolled through her ivory tipped ears. She nodded to him, beginning to head into one direction less populated, aiming to find bones and clear out the brush that enveloped a few pieces of the beauty of this land. When she finally reached the area, Khairi had finished his meal and brought the broken pieces of bone to the pile that had begun forming. His idea was that if they were picking up bones, that he should at least be a little courteous. As he approached the two again, Kiada lowered her dark face toward the ground, stretching ink dipped legs into the undergrowth of the brush to try and drag things away and search for remains. “How have you been?” She questioned, eyes flickering to look up at him under white lashes. Her voice was lower than before, a deeper almost luscious tone. “Has the Basin treated you well?” As she tried to create a bit of small talk, her tail flickered behind her against her dark legs while the foxes continued to try and show between the lines of the griffins.

"Talk."
— she wears fire for skin,
but a storm lives in her soul.
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@Ru'in :D Possibly @Kianzo for moar drama?

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Ru'in Posts: 39
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 0 - Birdsong
Odd
#3

@Kiada PAUSES SKYRIM FOR AN IMMEDIATE REPLY


Truth be told, Ru'in hadn't noticed the scars that draped themselves over Kiada's body. Though they were obvious to him now, it had been so long since he had seen her (or at least it had felt that way to him), that nearly every part of her seemed foreign and demanded his attention. His mind was so divided and stretched thin across remembering every detail of her, that he'd completely overlooked the dark ribbon-like markings that stretched in harmonious stripes over her body. For a moment rage boiled within the boy, wondering who - or more likely what - had done that to her. And yet, however inappropriate, that rage was quickly replaced by jealousy. Someone else had been so close to her. Close enough to part her skin.

And he? Would he ever be allowed to get so close?

He had once...but that felt like a lifetime ago.

Following behind her like the obedient monster he was, Ru'in could feel his ears buzzing as he consciously tried to stifle thoughts of Romina. Ru'in was many things, but selfish was not one of them. He lived for his twin, but today ... today he wanted this for himself.

Ru'in's bi-coloured gaze eyed the small pile of bones that Kiada's companion had created. Kisamoa hadn't just wanted bones, he'd wanted them to clean up...and if he was right about that, then her companion really wasn't doing anything useful at all. But, because unlike Kiada he was not the smarter twin in his own paring, he kept his mouth shut. Besides, surely the creature's contribution wouldn't hurt their efforts. 

Her voice wafted towards him, and for a moment his large moose-like ears only flicked dumbly as his gaze rose instinctively towards her. He ... hmm. Ru'in paused. Romina never asked him questions like that. She always knew how he was, and there was no need to ask how the Basin was treating him, for she was often right there with him. That, and she wanted to leave the Basin, or at least that's what she had told him when last they spoke of it. Such personal questions were foreign to the mutated creature, and it took him a few seconds before he realized that he would need to formulate an answer. 

That was the downside of not having Romina around, he supposed. 

Ru'in's already quite-muscular and hairy shoulders (for his Frostfall coat had not yet entirely been rubbed away), rose and fell in a shrug. "Aye whaunted tuh be ah weehver in the Bahsun." He said, lips moving between his tusks in a slightly more practiced movement than previously. "Aye whas tohld aye whas too yhoung." He added, feeling self conscious as he willingly offered the information to her. Why had he done that? Ru'in wasn't the type to share, and while his statement might not have come across as overly emotional, for the boy, it was. Creating was one of the only things he was good at in this world, and to be disqualified merely because he hadn't seen the moon rise and fall as many times as some others had, struck him as entirely preposterous. 

"The Bahsun is..." is what? It wasn't interesting. It was cold, but he didn't particularly mind that. His Mother was a lead, so he supposed that was a reason to remain. But .. it held no real pull for him. Especially since he was apparently too young to contribute. Though he assumed that rule held elsewhere as well. The only real thing keeping him there was Romina, but for some reason, he didn't want to mention that.

Mentioning her might break ... well, whatever this was. And while Ru'in didn't actually know what this was, he was already sure that mention of his twin would end it. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. 

"How hahve yew behn?" He rumbled, his voice deep and yet somehow still awkwardly childish.

ru'in
These apartment walls are paper thin.
And no one is trying to listen in.
To hear our doubts, hear our whispered shouts: they don't care.
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Kiada Posts: 181
World's Edge Nurse
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#4
kiada
a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
It was strange to think about how much had changed since their very first interaction. When she had magically been pushed to the ground from a force that wasn’t wind. She still wasn’t entirely sure that Ru’in had done it, but part of her liked to think that he had. If it weren’t for her anger, roaming into the woods of the Basin that one day, she might not have stumbled across what she and the tusked boy had. Whatever it was they had, that is. She didn’t know what to call it, but she liked it. She found herself always coming back to him, a moth to the flame in a far different need than she felt with her brother.

But time constantly changed, and it had the tendency to change people as well. So when she stopped pawing and lifted her head to fully look upon his handsome spotted face, the creases around her eyes softened as he began to speak. Ivory tipped ears perked toward him, listening and following along despite the way his voice rang out, muffled by tusks that obviously would make saying anything difficult. And she admired him for being able to do so much despite how he was born. She wasn’t blind, she knew from looking at herself and her brother how different they were compared to Ru’in and Romina. And she knew the way people looked at Romina when they had ventured to the Threshold. They were different, and Kiada imagined that it had to make things difficult after awhile.

When he said that the Basin had told Ru’in that he was too young, Kiada snorted and shook her head. Her white forelock flicking over her left eye as she paused in her attempts at clearing out some underbrush. “That’s ridiculous.” She began, shrugging her slightly bruised and scarred shoulder. For some reason, the idea that she could learn to be a healer and Ru’in didn’t get the opportunity to do anything related to the healers was beginning to boil in her chest. Snakes made of flames sprouted briefly along her spine before being replaced by the griffins and foxes once more as she reigned in her anger. “They’ll let children wander to the Threshold to recruit, but you can’t be a crafter?” It was more of a rhetorical question that escaped her lips. Her gaze dropping from his direction toward the earth.

Khairi, meanwhile, had managed to land on a rather high branch of one of the trees, where one of the branches dangled precariously on the other side of the group. It was obviously dead, blocking light, and stealing nutrients from the tree it partially remained on, so he decided to spend some time using his sharp beak and talons to do his best to break off the branch. When he couldn’t get it fully to break off, he began to whine quietly through his and Kiada’s bond.

How have you been?” She offered him a small shrug while pushing out Khairi for the time being. “I could be better, I suppose. Living in the Edge hasn’t been great, especially finding out you apparently have a billion siblings. Aside from that, there was a foal games that my father and Vesper and Virga’s father put together.” She paused, hoping that Ru’in would know who those starry children were, seeing as they lived in the Basin for a short time. “Turns out some griffin family decided we’d make great meals, and dove in on us.” She added in, motioning toward the scabbed wound that was turning into a scar residing on her chest. “I got bit here, so that was… fun?” A small sigh escaped her lips at the memory.

But then, as if she figured that she had spoken enough words for herself, she stepped toward Ru’in. She aimed to step close to him, not quite as she had in the woods that one day, but close enough to peek up at him from behind white lashes. “But, despite that, I wish the Basin would have given you a chance. You make beautiful things, they don’t know what they’re missing out on." She added, before pausing for a small moment of time. "And maybe one of these days I’ll be able to help you get one to work.” She finally offered him a gentle smile before Khairi had begun squawking into her mind. She moved from him, then, toward the branch as it dangled while Khairi hopped on it aimlessly. “Sawa, sawa, mimi itabidi kupata.” She called up to the vulture in their shared language, rearing up onto her hind legs and striking at the branch twice before it fell.

Then, her attention returned to Ru’in, just as it always did.


"Talk."

Sawa, sawa, mimi itabidi kaputa. - okay, okay, I’ll get it.
— she wears fire for skin,
but a storm lives in her soul.
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@Ru'in AH she couldn't stop talking lmfao.

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Romina Posts: 33
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Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 9 Months
Brit
#5
the more people you love
the weaker you are

The crowds disperse, but her betrayers do not wander far. Romina clutches her shaking fingers around the dagger of her anger, lingering behind where eyes will not easily find her. Lifting her ears to catch snippets of words, the dance of tongues behind gilded teeth that she will rip from each of their skulls in penance for what they had done to her. The childlike countenance that exists so purely within herself has been shoved aside for the shadows that linger like poisonous sludge around it. Overwhelming it, drowning it in the waters of her fury, her hurt. She listens, trying to cool the manic edge to her hysteria, trying to think past the emotion that physically manifests through the fire of her antlers. Romina feels akin to a bomb left untended, veritably shaking with the weight of her own tangled emotions.

Finally she cannot conceal herself any longer, the rage mounting until she is ready to tear something - somebody - apart if she does not move and take action. Long, delicate legs find steady ground that does not exist in the environment of her turbulent mind, and she manifests the sharpest, most dangerous smile she can to strike like war paint across her beautiful face.

As she approaches them, she wishes for magic. For power. The power to bring them both to their knees, groveling for her forgiveness.

"So this is where you've been, Ru'in? Dragged along by our...cousin?" There's something dangerous flirting along the edges of her frozen eyes, but as she flicks her tail delicately, she waits for the right moment. Head on confrontation will do nothing - she is too small, too young to pose any sort of threat. Even the thought of Ru'in turning on her, protecting Kiada, makes her want to vomit or throw herself from the cliff of the Edge.

A simpering face appears on her own visage, gazing at Kiada's ruined coat with a soft coo of regret curdling in her throat. "What a shame, couldn't fight them off? What a horrible gash. That's okay, my brother is quite the protector, I can see why you would be enchanted by his abilities, even if I thought you wanted to fight those battles yourself. Does your brother feel the same way? Is he just as enchanted by my twin?" And there it is, the spark of malevolence in her eyes as her grin becomes wider, showing more and more teeth even as she never truly loses her pleasant expression. It's like a warped mirror - she truly does look happy to see them, and her words at face value hold no real malice, but the cut of her eyes like raw-cut citrine gems and the narrow edges of her smile suggest something far different.

Without breaking her stare she slammed her hoof into the branch nearest to her, snapping it in two with a pleasant smile. "It's so great being together again, wouldn't you say Ru'in?" her voice slices like a knife through butter as she cuts her gaze towards him. Anger is far easier to hold onto than the banshee wailing of hurt inside her breast. "I thought you'd disappeared without a goodbye just like Kiada here!" Romina schools her face into one of a kicked puppy, a pout that pulls at her lips just so while still sticking pins as many times as she can into the filly who had once been her best friend. Who hadn't even fucking said goodbye to Romina before flouncing off to be with her family. Disappointment of disappointment, eh? It had sounded as if Rexanna was just as unfaithful as her daughter. But Romina held her tongue on that for now, burying it in a chest of every piece of information and chosen word she could use against the pair of them.

Instead she cuts her words away and smiles pleasantly, innocent as you please. "Lets clear the branches then, shall we?" I will never forgive. I will never forget what you have done here. I will make you feel what you have made me feel tenfold.



I MEAN, YOU ASKED FOR DRAMA, AND SHE KINDA WENT OFF THE RAILS SO CLIMB ABOARD

Romina
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Ru'in Posts: 39
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 0 - Birdsong
Odd
#6


Rarely was Romina comforting. That he found her comforting, was a bi-product of her manipulation of him, but if he really stopped to think about it, he would see just how cold and cutting her words had always been. So to hear Kiada, defendinghim, and offering her own mockery of the Basin's practices brought an uncharacteristic smile to his tusked face, and for a fleeting instant he might have even looked handsome, in his own beastly way.

Ru'in wasn't overly interested in Kiada's recollection of the Edge, her plethora of siblings (he didn't seem to notice the disdain in her voice or her words as she mentioned them), but he was eager to keep her talking. Something about the cadence of her voice was like the malleability of the bronze that he could wield. It sparkled in his mind, full of possibilities. However as she mentioned the griffon, his bi-coloured gaze seemed to steel, or solidify into stone, the way that his body did. If she listened, she would have heard his teeth clenching together, grinding with a sort of instantaneous had hidden furry. Part of him wanted to drag his tusks against the marred patch of flesh, just to see what it would feel like. And then, almost as impulsively and foolishly he allowed himself a moment to think of asking the gods for magic -- magic to heal, so that Kiada would never have to feel pain. That if he was ever not around, he could mend her. He could knit her body back together the way he knit molecules of metal.

But the the gratuitous images of him tending to her body disappeared as she once again began to speak, though it was the closeness of her that really got her attention. He could reach out now with his nose, rather than his tusks, she was that close. The scent of her burned his nostrils and her offering of assistance flooded his mind. "Yahrr ye culd. Aye'd lyke thaht." He mumbled through lips that suddenly felt moist.

But before this something could really turn into a something, she was addressing her vulture in a voice that sounded like crackling lightning, and was suddenly on her hind legs stretching upwards to knock at a branch. He reflected on her gracefulness, but ever the pragmatist, Ru'in immediately moved to help. Being much larger, he hardly had to rear up, before his long tusks help fell a number of other branches caught near the ones she'd already dislodged. Just as his hooves were about to leave the earth once again, he heard a voice from behind him that instantly made his blood run cold, and his face burn hot.

So this is where you've been, Ru'in? Dragged along by our...cousin?

How much had she seen? How long had she been ... wherever she was? His mind frantically searched, and although a normal outsider would likely have seen nothing amiss with Ru'in's or Kiada's actions or their brief moment of proximity, Romina was not just anyone.

The mutant boy turned slowly due to his bulk, bi-coloured gaze falling on his twin. He looked for telltale signs of the fury he thought he heard bridled in her voice. He looked to her enigmatic flames, hoping they would paint the picture he needed to see, but they looked more or less normal. Either she was not angry (unlikely), or she was angry enough to mask her emotions. He knew that Romina and Kiada had been practicing restraining their emotions so that their magics would not give them away, and he knew just how practiced Romina had become at this task.

He moved towards his twin as if tethered by a singing string of steel, within which he was hopelessly bound. Ru'in almost wished Kiada could see this harness around his soul, so that she might understand ... if he could glance back at her, apology in his eyes, that might help, but of course, he couldn't. His stare was upon Romina, and Romina alone.

Just as it should be.

I thought you'd disappeared without a goodbye just like Kiada here!

"Nyevr." He breathes as he reaches her side, a tusk grazing along the curvature of her shoulder as he exhales into the soft rosey blossoms of her coat. Romina, the daintiest of them, has captured the wild beast with nothing more than a word. She has tamed him, controls him in a way which is obvious and powerful. And, in going to her, Ru'in hopes to qwell some of her rage.

He is hers after all, and though his thinking is not sophisticated enough to understand that this show of dominance before a girl who Ro might perceive as a threat to her control of her twin, might be a powerplay, he understands its importance nonetheless.

He could do nothing but go to her.

Ru'in looks to Romina, clearly at her beck and call. He will clear and move and break anything that she tells him to. He only hopes that she will restrain him towards the branches they are meant to clear, and not the beautiful filly.





[oops suddenly a novel. I love you both @Kiada ]

ru'in
These apartment walls are paper thin.
And no one is trying to listen in.
To hear our doubts, hear our whispered shouts: they don't care.
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Kianzo Posts: 95
World's Edge Sleuth
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#7
Kianzo
Stars hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires.
There is a crowd milling around the Rotunda in the wake of Kis’s announcement. But it is in this crowd that the dark prince hunts, Keusi at his flank as they prey after the deformed colt and his perfect sister. Slitted, sharp, venomously blue eyes do not blink as they glare after the leaping griffins and foxes on his twin’s back—but the colt does not realize that he is not hunting alone.

No. Another hunted. But hers was a dainty, deadly prowl as opposed to his stealthy, vehement stalking. And she loomed just before him, unmistakably after the beauty and beast that so easily slipped off without even thinking of their other halves. Or, at least, Kianzo knew that Kiada had not thought of him—the leaping foxes and griffins along her back showed him that.

Sharp eyes now study the doe-like creature between him and the interloping traitors. The filly was different than he; small and dainty, yes, but also… mutated. But not in the monstrous fashion as the splotched beast with Kiada. No, hers was a delicate; her skin a soft rose and and her nose a single, plush, wetness. If hateful hurt was not running so heatedly through his ashen breast, the dark prince may have found the rosen filly fetching.

But it did. Hate did pulse dangerously through him.

Thranduil’s teachings spread through his mind, fueled by loathing, as he quietly tracked and hid back from view. Not only had the immensely talented Laurelin taught the young colt well, but Kianzo also had an inherent penchant for such things.

So he watched his twin with Ru’in closely. He watched her smiles, her sighs, her glances, her flaming foxes. He watched the monstrous colt’s bi-colored eyes linger (Kianzo barely suppressed a disgusted snort) on Kiada’s skin; on the bruised scar that marred the gold of her shoulder.

Guilt and bile gather in his throat. The first from not protecting his other half from the griffins; the latter from this sickening show. Black rimmed ears are flush with his skull, his body wound so tight with repulsed anger that his golden hide twitches as Kiada breaks a branch free of the snag.

And then the other filly comes forward—and it is only now, seeing her with Ru’in, that he realizes they are twins. Twins Kiada had spoken of before—though Kianzo cannot remember the girl’s name. She held no importance to him, so why would he?

She did hold importance to Ru’in—this much is glaringly evident as the beast comes to heel. The anger drives his cruel thoughts, finding such submissive behavior pathetic. It is likely, were circumstances different and Ru’in not courting the Kiada’s attention that should rest solely with Kianzo, that the dark prince would have grown irritated with Romina’s control over her twin. Perhaps because these twins were like a mutated mirror—and never wanted such submission for either he or Kiada. To be truthful, there was a large part of Kianzo that marveled at Romina’s power and control over the monster—but this was buried beneath the betrayal of his sister.

So, as quietly as the Laurelin had taught him, he emerged from his hidden shadows. A dark cloud of ash shifted in and out of existence at his chest, ashen teeth snapping viciously before slipping back beneath the colt’s control.

Eyes darkened and glowered—so much like his sire’s—at the offending trio. “Naye? Kweli, mlongo?” His deep voice whipped out in their own language, as if it would somehow unify them. But then, the colt not hiding his hurt anger as the fawnling filly did, he switched to the common tongue, “He is a beast.”

And, while this last phrase was thrown out as an accusation, beneath it (and beneath the dark anger of his sharply blue eyes) there was an aching, pained question: You choose a monster over me?

Keusi glowered up at Khairi as her jaws closed on a bone already on the pile, splintering it with loud cracks in her jaws.


Naye? Kweli, mlongo? = Him? Really, sister?
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Kiada Posts: 181
World's Edge Nurse
Filly :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 2 years - Birdsong
Khairi :: Leucistic Lammergeier :: Paralyze Skylark
#8
kiada
a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
The puzzle pieces that had once fit so well together began to split apart at the seams. The pieces of Kiada and Ru’in, despite however close they got, remained further distanced by invisible plastic separations, soon to have a face to the objects. No matter how much she wanted to listen to Ru’in, to share in the little intimacies and soft conversations, there would always be something that drifted them apart. It was upsetting, to say the least, but the filly didn’t know how to exactly fix it. However, as with most things, they often came to a pinnacle. It was just that Kiada didn’t realize she had stepped into it when she asked Ru’in to follow her.

Khairi stayed perched on a more healthy branch, watching from above as the rosen hued filly came into view. Worry spiked from his end of the bond as he noticed the other filly’s body language. Swiftly, he chose to dive from the place he had been perched comfortably, to land upon Kiada’s spine as some sort of back-up. He’d protect her, even if nobody else would. And he could tell as Romina’s words spread into the air the way they spiked and speared at his bonded’s heart.

They both knew she wouldn’t show it, though.

And as Romina began to accuse her of being weak in not fighting off the griffons that had attacked that fateful day in the Edge, Kiada had to do her best to refrain from snorting. At least she had done something. She could’ve died, in all reality, but she had managed to escape their clutches with only scars and healing wounds. At least she’d have a story one day. Romina’s grin grew wide at her statements of Kianzo and Kiada’s ears flattened to her skull – her spine that once glowed with griffons were now replaced by the threatening jaws of wolves as they prowled across her back, molding their way around Khairi’s body while his feathers puffed up in the anger that laced through their bond.

No.” Her answer is rough and forced through gritted teeth as she watched Ru’in immediately head to his sister’s call. And suddenly, sadness began to bleed its way into her chest, into the places where Romina’s sharp words had cut it. Even though Ru’in and Romina spent time apart, it appeared as though she held her brother in the palm of her hand. Kiada, on the other hand, struggled with Kianzo ever since his capture. And when Romina began to pout at the fact she hadn’t given her a goodbye, Kiada shook her ink dipped head, her long ebony tail swishing against her hocks. “I’m sorry I never said goodbye, but I had more important things to do. For instance, finding my brother.

She stood there, as Kianzo began to fold into the picture – her eyes evading his mirrored face as she looked to Ru’in, knowing that he’d be unable to offer any help to the situation. Not when Romina had him hanging onto her every word. “Naye? Kweli, mlongo? He is a beast.” Kianzo’s voice rang out to her, her sapphire gaze darkening as her head swung to look upon him in his anger, while Keusi split a bone in half.

And suddenly, she laughed. Not out of humor, but because of the sheer number of things uttered that she couldn’t believe. Kianzo was telling her what she should think? No. Her ears remained flat as wolves grew stronger and larger, as if they were mocking Keusi’s own size. “Wewe – wewe huna chumba kwa majadiliano.” She began to hiss to her twin, as anger began to spread along the creases of her eyes. “You think you can come here and act as though you are the victim? No.” And she uttered another mocking laugh. “You left me.” Her voice turned dark, as her head grew higher, eyes staring down that of her brother.

I spent months out there searching for you. And you have the ignorance to be upset at the fact I met someone else? You have no right.” Her voice remained darkened and accusing, as rage seared through her bones. Suddenly, along the earth at Kianzo’s side, smoke began to grow. A small flicker of a flame began to burst from the grasses in a twirling motion. It was small, but it seemed to grow slightly larger with each accusing word. “And then when you come back with Thranduil, you act as though nothing happened? You act as though everything could go back to normal? Things will never be as they once were.” Khairi began to grow frantic at the growing fire, his wings spread from his sides as he bit into Kiada’s mane and tugged.

And suddenly Kiada realized what had happened – the flame spiraling and growing slightly larger as the rage grew had her eyes grow slightly wider. A quick glance to Romina and Ru’in before a sharp glare was sent Kianzo’s way as she turned away from the trio and began to run out of the clearing. The fire stopping almost immediately and shriveling away into nothing but a pile of smoke and ash.


"Talk."

wewe – wewe huna chumba kwa majadiliano. - You – you have no room to talk.
— she wears fire for skin,
but a storm lives in her soul.
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@Romina @Ru'in @Kianzo

ooh this is awk. Kiada's running out, but someone could stop her still if they so choose to xD

IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.

Kianzo Posts: 95
World's Edge Sleuth
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 hh :: 2
Keusi :: Striped Hyena :: Terrorize smitty
#9
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Kianzo
Stars hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Sharp, angry blue eyes dart to the jaws that began to awn along her back; large fiery wolves’ jowls that mirrored the ashen hyena jaws at this own chest. His ears, already tilted back, pinned flush with the gold of his crest, disappearing into the long, thick black strands there as she responded to him in hisses of their own language. And because it was in their own tongue, it cut through him faster and deeper than if she had spoken in the common tongue.

His gaze grew so sharp that it fractured, blue gems giving way beneath the whetstone of hateful anger, as her mocking laugh ripped through the air that was so heavily weighted between all the siblings. But, ever proud and ever in love, his breaking and shattering gaze met her angry glare as her head grew high and eye grew dark.

“You left me.”

He flinched, a wince running through him as he felt her words drive a wedge into the the thin fissure between them, in him, breaking wide open the small splinter that had formed with his absence. “No,” was his deep, whisper response—but her tirade for words trucked over his single syllable. A soft, pained breath pushed out of his flared nostrils—though he dared not breathe beyond that as he watched his sister continue to spiral away from him—out of control.

So his scent of smoke was delayed, and it was only when heat his leg that his eyes glanced down to find a small, swirling vortex of fire beside him. He blinked at it, before his gaze jerked back to Kiada, about to remark or comment about the magic she was apparently using—

“Things will never be the as they once were.”

Another breath, this one an audible snort, pushed out of the colt. His ears, which had tipped towards the flames, tilted back and his lips parted slightly. Pain and panic and fear and anger all clamored louder and louder in his chest and pressed against his skull. And then Kiada was running, leaving him. Instinct set in, a colt driven by anger and fear.

So he turned on the twin siblings, a delicate fawnling and her chained beast. “This is your fault,” he spat the words—it is easier for a young mind to turn on others than admit its own faults and transgressions,You—,” his narrowing, hateful gaze sharpened on Ru’in, “You stupid—”

But his words were cut off as ash burst from his chest, jowls of angry ashen hyenas hungry for the poor beast’s throat. With silent screams they attempted to lunge towards Ru’in, intent on their prey. Similarly, Keusi’s teeth snapped on more and more bones in the meager pile they had gathered—but her snarls were not silent.

And neither was her hatred, for suddenly a terrible and terrifying force pulsed from her body. One that caused a yip of glee to punctuate her snarls. And this newfound magic, manifested by Kianzo’s loathing, seemed to head straight for Ru’in and the close-by Romina.
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@Kiada @Ru'in

Summary: Kianzo the DOUCHEBAG decides to blame Ru'in/kind of Romina for Kiada being mad at him and attacks Ru'in with his magic. So does Keusi. #teamasshole
Zo's Magic = :: [ Magic: FirexTime | Ability to form ash hyenas that place another in suspended animation. ]
Si's Magic = Terrorize: another by knowing one of their fears and creating an illusion of that for 30 seconds.

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Ru'in Posts: 39
Outcast
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 0 - Birdsong
Odd
#10

Ru'in was not physically intimidated by Kianzo, despite the fact that very likely, when all was said and done, the tan boy would grow to be slightly larger. But Ru'in was no shrinking violet, and so despite the fact that Romina's sudden appearance had already made this situation far more tense than it had been only moments ago, Ru'in appraised Kianzo with untroubled and emotionless eyes.

Though he did not understand the language that passed between the golden twins, he understood the word beast well enough. It made him flinch slightly, not because the word offended him - he was a beast after all, there was no hiding that - but because Romina hated when anyone called him that.

Though he wouldn't have been able to describe why, Ru'in suddenly felt a small well of relief opening up inside of himself as the opposing and normal set of twins set about airing their dirty laundry. In truth, it was because Kiada and Kianzo's sudden argument seemed to shift some of the focus away from whatever it was that had been happening between Ru'in and the golden girl before their respective twins showed up to interfere. Deep within himself, Ru'in was jealous of the way Kiada stood up to her brother, for despite his size and strength, Ru'in did not know how he would fair against his own sibling. She was far too smart, always cutting him off well before thoughts of treason could even enter his mind. And so, he stood staring at beautiful filly, noticing as a small spiral of fire began to appear as her anger and the tone of her voice increased. 

Given the series of events, it might have been unclear whether or not Ru'in stepped forward in an attempt to go after Kiada, or to block Romina from Kianzo's attack. Regardless, the buckskin boy's magic was directed more or less into Ru'in given his proximity. At first Ru'in thought that the beasts were nothing more than ash - all smoke and mirrors, for their jaws had no effect upon his skin. But quickly Ru'in found himself unable to move. He wanted to pin his ears, to charge and pierce the boy's throat with his elongated tusks, but found himself locked within his body. Perhaps it was because his desire to break free and protect Romina at all costs, as his life so far had trained and ingrained in him to do, he found himself dropping out of whatever hold the colt's magic had on him. Ru'in meant to charge towards Kianzo then, but suddenly he saw...

Now, you might think, given what had just transpired between he and Kiada, that the hyena's magic would show an image of her broken body, or perhaps of her scoffing at him. But what he instead saw was Romina scoffing at him. Romina shaking her head and abandoning him. With wild eyes, Ru'in turned to see the real Romina (though she looked no more real than the illusion walking about from him), and confusion and panic coated his expression.

Turning back, resolute to just shut this entire situation down, Ru'in flattened his ears against his blocky skull. A whoooosh of pure energy left his chest, intent on shoving Kianzo back, just as Ru'in had done to Kiada all those months ago when they all had first met. At the same time the mutant boy erected a shield of bronze in front of Romina - the real Romina (at least the one he thought was real), to protect her against whatever else Kiada's twin might have her way. 

"Narr." Ru'in spat, finally responding to Kianzo's accusations that this was all his fault. "Iht izun't." He concluded flatly, tusks pointed directly at the colt's chest, indicating that he'd be more than happy to impale him if the opportunity presented itself. 



WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE WHAT SUSPENDED ANIMATION ENTAILED WITH REGARDS TO BRAIN FUNCTION????? SRY IF I GOT IT WRONG.

Ru's magic:

:: [ Magic: EarthxTime | Can generate harmonic energy. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Limited to a radius of 10m. ]

:: [ Magic: EarthxFire | Can craft bronze. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can only create 1 large, 2 medium, or 3 small items per season. Non crafting structures can only be chest heigh and degrade after a post. ]

ru'in
These apartment walls are paper thin.
And no one is trying to listen in.
To hear our doubts, hear our whispered shouts: they don't care.
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