@Kiada <3 & maybe @Romina for draaaaamas ? ru'in
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[OPEN] Everybody's watching [CLEARING]
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01-04-2017, 12:14 PM
01-04-2017, 10:22 PM
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. @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.
01-04-2017, 10:41 PM
01-05-2017, 01:10 AM
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. @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.
01-10-2017, 10:05 PM
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
01-17-2017, 04:10 PM
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 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? @Kiada Please tag Kianzo in all replies.
01-21-2017, 11:54 PM
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. @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.
01-22-2017, 01:29 AM
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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. @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. Please tag Kianzo in all replies.
01-23-2017, 11:31 AM
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