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[OPEN] The Dragon's Heart

Saoirse Posts: 55
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Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
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#1

Saoirse has no idea the stallion nearly tramples him. He cranes his neck back instead, when the feeling of his scraggly beard tickles his rump. A bright and rumbling giggles exits his mouth when he meets their gaze. The boy flicks the dark stallion with his knobby tail in a playful gesture.

Shifting a little to give them space, he ducks his head away when mentions of losing his way are made known. “Oh, maybe…” He stares at the cold earth, and focuses on flattening the snow with his hooves instead to advert his embarrassment.

Would mother be angry, if she found out where he’d gone?

He can’t tell. The boy still worries for her, because she leaves him sometimes without even telling him. How can he possibly wait, idle and loathing for her return?

Saoirse perks up with the stallion’s solution. His pale head shifts up, ears pressing towards the stallion. It doesn’t take much to amuse the boy, but he’s livid and more than pleased that the adult has stepped into his story. Saoirse’s smile is just as bright and beaming as his eyes. A heartier laugh bursts from his chest, and the young boy is more than eager to copy him. “That’s a great idea!”

He bounds forwards, before shifting his weight and rearing as high as he could. “I can see it! I can see the ocean! We’re almost there old and pointy!”

The little heathen’s giggles waver, just as his balance does – shifting uneasily on his hind legs, before touching the crisp ground. And off he went, chasing after the ocean. “Betch’a can’t catch me!” He yells into the forest, bucking out haphazardly with a mad rush of energy.

He tosses his head as he embraces the ocean. The wind cool pricks his skin from the moisture that has collected. From this far down the shore however, the Dragon’s Throat is nearly visible along the horizon.

“I – I see it!”

The boy runs for as long as he can along the beach. Splashing, on and off – as he wove into the shallow waters. His curious eyes reaching back, ensuring Albrecht would follow him.

As he slows with heaving breathes, walking now, his voice breaches out into the muted silence. Filled with the hush of waves, as they pulled the rocks and sands with each pulse.

“I’m Saoirse,” he finally proclaims.

“Ma said it means… it means li-beh-r-teeee? It’s like… like being free. As free as those gulls over there, see?” Filled with bubbling, childish giggles, he lends the air another soft dose.

“Your ma must’a gave you a name too?”

[Time line: Frostfall Yr.8 - after this thread: Winter Maze ]


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Albrecht Posts: 249
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
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#2
Albrecht

The boys sudden joy is a flashfire of giggles and enthusiasm, his tiny brush tail wagging back and forth as if his juvenile body just can’t contain the energy welling up within it and has to find alternative routes for purging the excess through movement and laughter. He throws himself upward so quickly that the old stallion anticipates his somersaulting backwards into the snow – or into his own bony chest - but somehow those long, spidery legs manage to keep him upright long enough to send him rushing onwards with an exclamation and a playful challenge.

A smile softens the hard lines of age and resentment in the stallions features as he watches the boy lunge and caper, admiring the ease and honesty of the childs emotions - so ready to share, to trust, as all children are apt to do before the harshness of the world steals their openness from them – but almost as quickly as the expression finds purchase on his grizzled face it sours again, chased away by a pang of guilt. He wonders if some of his actions will be the first to break that immaculate trust, or at least, if the version of them retold through his mothers anger will be. A flicker of something - Remorse? Irritation? Spite? – folds his ears as the possibility nags him, but he pushes it away, secure in the belief that he could hold the boys affection if he had to, assuming a childs mind is no stronger than a womans. He bounds after the colt, scrabbling for traction in sand now instead of snow.

He could overtake the boy if he wanted, despite the others obvious youthful advantage. Speed is probably the only aspect of his physique not rotted away by time and neglect, bolstered even by his unhealthily low body weight and natural lankiness, but the game would surely end in hurt feelings and waspish excuses then, so instead he maintains a few feet from the colts heels, ducking away from the spray of his splashing and reaching up to ghost his muzzle across his back whenever the boy turns to check his progress, a wordless “Gotcha - almost!” in the failed attempts to catch him.

His endurance, however, does suffer from his emaciation, so it’s not long before his pretend efforts morph into actual struggle, his nostrils flaring and lungs heaving to power their wild dash across the beach. It’s a relief when the boy finally stops, almost instantly regaining his composure while the elder flounders, panting and sweating. “I’m Albrecht.” He manages between heavy breaths, only now bothering to glance around them. “Is this the Dragon's Throat?” He asks the boy, wondering what the southern herds policy on trespassers is.



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Saoirse Posts: 55
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
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#3

Giggles burst out with each gasp, squealing when the adult’s muzzle ghosts along his back. Flightless feathers snap out, as the boy’s excitement overflowed from his chest and out to each limb. As they settle, he casts the pointy stallion a large grin. Chest huffing and puffing in quick, succinct breathes. Perhaps not as arduous as his larger counterpart, however fatigue did crawl and ebb its way closer into the boy’s body. He wouldn’t have minded the purchase of milk and a well-deserved nap.

“Albrecht,” Saoirse sounds it out in his mouth. He’s never come across the name before, and it is both foreign and whimsical to him. Like a treasure he felt compelled to hold on to. Despite its rough appearance, or its mysterious origin.

The boy moves closer to the shores, allowing the waters to lap along his hooves as it pulses forward. “Yup! Need someone with a key to get across, though…” He looks back at the black and shrugs his wings.

“Maybe someone will see us. Do you live in the forest?”

It’s just now that the boy realizes he has no idea where the stallion has come from. And finds it odd he hasn’t shared such details.

Saoirse turns around at an angle to encompass both island and stallion. “You kinda smell different. Not like sand and sea, and…” He trails off, uncertain how he could describe his homeland in scent. It was easier to smell it. The worlds allude the boy before he happily exclaims, "We have the BEST WARRIORS too! They'll probably show up, maybe... if they're not busy."

A charming, proud smile sets on the boys lips.


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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#4
AMPERE
the Mother of Companions


"HALT!" a screeching voice demands from the air above - a little, green parrot.

His wings beat the air steadily as he tittered above them, beady eyes narrowed with authority he didn't possess, but mischief that he certainly did. He postured with his mighty beak and impressive claws, while his shrill squawk threatened them with absolute fear.

"Kygo!" a new voice cracked across the dry air, "enough with your games!" The little parrot chirped a final, "Bitch!" in response, his tone a scratchy imitation of the mare that swooped in from behind him. Quick as could be he darted away however, landing so heavily in a nearby tree that it's scraggly branches shook.

"Apologies for the silly bird," Ampere intoned with a shake of her head, wings settling neatly at her sides as she landed beside the duo. Sand was swept up against her hooves with her motion, and some jostled loose of her mane with her settling. As she straightened up, her gaze swept first across the foal, vaguely familiar, before landing firmly on the haggard stallion. Although her electric stare wasn't uninviting, there was a tight edge to it, and a firmness to the line of her lips that suggested she was not as playful as the parrot. "What brings you to the Dragon's Throat?" she queries, knowing the man to be a stranger.
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Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#5

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES
WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE
WORLD

He'd buried his egg in the sand and left his brother's gifted golem, Squishy, in charge of protecting it while he ran out for a bit to practice his flying. He still preferred some higher areas, so the Throat wasn't as ideal.

Coming back from his practice, still airborne, Iskra broke into a broad grin as he recognized his mom and others below. Although he wasn't entirely sure how she'd feel about the fact he kept the egg, she didn't need to know, so he happily flew down to join her.

"Hey Saiorse!!!" Iskra greeting cheerfully as he swooped down for a landing. Except, he wasn't as well practiced as his mom, so his intentional cool entrance for the fellow colt was anything but, and with so many horses gathered so close together and trees and the ocean between the mainland and and- "OOMPH!"

Iskra flopped ungracefully and rolled in the dirt, potentially hitting someone, before finally skidding to a dusty stop. Coughing and lopsided, he nonetheless was laughing and grinning, even if his head was spinning. "Hiiii" he groaned, struggling to get to his feet.
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Albrecht Posts: 249
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#6
Albrecht

The old stallion cocks his head, staring across the wide canal of water separating the beach he stands on from an enormous island he can only assume is the true Dragons Throat. Glancing in either direction, he wonders what good a key would do them without a lock to put it in, then reconsiders that perhaps the key is simply a token and it’s really the magic imbued in it that allows passage, thinking that a more likely scenario in this world of magic and mystery. The boy shrugs, unconcerned, and the stallion wonders just how often he finds himself stranded on this beach without a parent or other guardian. He frowns, silently criticizing Sabia for her negligence, but before his disapproval can voice itself the boy turns, posing a new question; Does he live in the forest?

“No.” The black smiles tiredly, still winded from their gallop and again struck by the colts easy joy as he proclaims his soldiers the very best, brooking no argument in his obvious admiration. “I’m from the north. Wayyy north where the snow never melts on the mountain tops.” He inhales to elaborate further, but a jumble of too many words battling for purchase on his tongue makes him falter, unable to prioritize ideas among the chaos. He wonders – for the hundredth or thousandth time – why he continues to live in a land that continually distresses him with its frigid climate. He feels the need to admit his penchant for wandering, for being anywhere but the north because of his distaste for the cold, and even stronger than the others, though tightly restrained by indecision, is the urge to tell the boy that he can always find him there, should he ever need to - or want to.

Before his rivaling thoughts can settle a new voice pierces the air, high and screeching, immediately followed by an annoyed shout overhead. The old black shifts closer to his son, perhaps to shield him, or more likely, to use him and his association with this place as a shield for himself, for the mare that lands nearby and questions him is recognizable from her blue lightning markings and fierce gaze, a name with a reputation, Ampere.

He starts to nod, acknowledging the mares renown even without knowing her current position in the herd or whether she's still in the herd at all, though he doesn't know why she would challenge him otherwise, when a second body comes streaking toward the group, tripping and tumbling between them like a poorly spun bowling ball. The fallen star scrambles to his feet, clearly recognizing Saoirse even among the commotion and spray of loose sand settling in his wake, the quick smile across his face a mirrored image of the younger colt.

"Hello." His dampened skin twitches, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge the grains of sand adhered to him by sweat and salt water. "We're looking for his mother - Sabia?" It starts as an explanation, but quickly drifts to something between a question and an accusation. Where is she?



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Saoirse Posts: 55
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
mar
#7

The boy isn’t aware of how large or wide the lands are. The fact that the older stallion imparts some kind of idea that there is more to explore, find, discover – sends an excited lurch within the boy. “It NEVER melts?”

Saoirse blinks, and tries his best to imagine such a frigid place. Despite that his young eyes have not yet witnessed a full years worth of seasons, to imagine the snow never melting appears abysmal to the boy. When sandy dunes surround the entirety of his life, the reach of the rays that heat his hide – how can anyone live in a land forever captured in the snows?

Such thoughts send an unwarranted chill through his body. Pressing his fluffed wings snug against his sides.

As predicted – and hoped – they’re joined by the screeches and caws of a fairly unknown parrot. It speaks? The boy is awed by the creature, regardless of the animal’s nefarious curses. It lands harmlessly in a tree as the boy giggles, amused by the pair’s antics - as its accompanied by a familiar blue mare. Aware of the mare’s presence in the herd, her prowess as a warrior – but not yet introduced.

He doesn’t realize that the old stallion has pressed towards him. And nor does Ampere’s firm words impress an air of caution in the boy’s careless, unbound spirit. Without warning the familiar face of Iskra comes shooting through. Severing his focus from the sharp lines of Ampere’s mouth, or her inquiry. “ISKRA! HI!”

The boy beams, elated that his friend has appeared, and jumps in his spot – giddy. As he makes a crash landing along the grounds, the boy steps closer, hooves bumping into his motionless body. Muzzle pressed towards the other boy. “Are you okay?” Laughing, perhaps nervously at first as a wing nudged Iskra’s shoulder when he made to stand.

“What was that?! Was it fun? It looked kinda scary…” A trail of concern reverberates in his voice, still looking about for wounds. Only briefly drawn back to the adults, when his mother’s name is mentioned.

“Oh yeah! Hi Miss Ampere, Mother of Companions!” It was nearly too much stimulus for the boy. What had been a worn and tired body, sparked and vibrated violently back into life. Grinning stupidly, awed, that he’d finally met one of his heroes. “My ma was patrolling, I think? But… but she’d been gone for a while. And I didn’t know what to do.” With another inhale, he glanced up at the stallion who’d brought him back from the interior. Casting a wing to point at the black unicorn.

“This here’s old and pointy! I mean – Albrecht…” The boy giggles shyly, casting his gaze away, and into the forests that surround the coasts.


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#8
AMPERE
the Mother of Companions


A new shout and a shadow from above draws Ampere's eye away from the pair of horses, ears flicking back as she spies her shaky son descending in the air above them. She's about to call out to him, perhaps some advice, or a cheer, or maybe even admonishment for his reckless abandon at approaching strangers on the Wilds side - but she doesn't get a chance as he clips her, forcing her head down in a duck while he continues to sail overhead and crashes to a halt. He seems no worse for the wear, but Ampere snorts unhappily, shaking her head against the faint throb it was developing.

"Iskra!" her voice is a sharp crack, cutting across to the lopsided boy. "Mind yourself, we've a guest," she admonishes, her hard stare lingering for a moment after her voice before her attention returns to the jagged edges of the strange stallion. He doesn't seem the type to have much of a humor, but neither does he seem offended by the pure chaos dancing all around them. It's all Ampere can do not to roll her eyes.

Thankfully the stallion gets down to business, but Ampere's features are pulled into a tighter thread of confusion as he does so. "Sabia?" she echoes, the name unfamiliar on her tongue, though the face surely wasn't. Not a friend by any means, but a herdmate by the looks of it - Ampere hardly knows everyone, she never did even when she was more involved with the politics, but especially as of late she's hardly known herself. Grief had held her and dragged her down into isolation for nearly a year, a hole from which she was just starting to climb out of.

The younger boy chirps in, earning a wan smile as he greets her kindly. It fades quickly as the colt explains the situation in more detail however, and at once Ampere's feathers lift with a creeping anxiety. Lost on patrol!? It's a familiar incident to her, having experienced several times now when dear herdmates never return, but the threat is even more real now with Kaos looming in the Wilds, its power as of yet untold but certainly unmatched.

"How long ago?" Ampere asks sharply, concern over a member of her herd bringing an edge to her that is fierce with protective nature. "I had a blade that could find anyone you asked of it," she murmured under her breath, faintly audible. "Mmm, but I gave it to my daughter Grusha... she hasn't been social since her father's passing..." Ampere's merely thinking aloud, trying to discern the best plan for action and the best way to ensure Sabia's survival and safe return.

"We can gather a party," Ampere says louder, firmer.
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Iskra Posts: 79
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Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
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#9

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES
WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE
WORLD

Saoirse's equally eager response grants Iskra a massive grin, and is perhaps the distracting moment that cause him to crash (doubtful).

Lopsided on the ground, Iskra grunts and moans, but he's laughed too, especially when Saoirse comes over to investigate. After a fit of giggles, Iskra fops over t stand, shaking sand out of his ears. "I'm okay he reassures!" his grin still broad on his features, though he seems to notice the pile of sand suddenly in his mouth. Scrunching up with disgust Iskra exaggeratedly starts to spit it out, even rubbing his mouth along his legs and wings to brush it off. Just then his mother's voice strikes him, and he freezes, tongue hung out of his mouth comically.

As he lifts his head to meet her gaze, he rolls it back in, teeth clicking together with the force of his mouth closing. He nods slowly at her, getting to his feet as she turns her attention to the stallion. Once on his feet Iskra shakes himself completely off, though his mane still looks like hell. "I was flyin'" he whispers to Saoirse, answering his earlier query. "I jus started learning, but not bad eh? You'll be big enough to learn soon too!"

The conversation takes a shift though, and Iskra is aware of a rising tension in his mother. Her features are taut, and she parrots a name he's unfamiliar with, the same one the stallion said. Saoirse jumps in then, and Iskra's gaze diverts to his friend, softening with the easy nature of the fellow colt, despite the troubling news her so cheerily shared. Iskra's ears fall back with concern, and Ampere seems equally affected, her voice tight, but in the way that meant she cared.

Was this why Saoirse had left when Matty and Arakh and he started talking about dads and moms? Now Iskra feels really bad - he's dealt with a vacant mom his whole life so far, but she's never gone missing. If he couldn't find her at first, she'd always be around eventually, something that if anything fostered some independence.
"We'll find your mum," Iskra promises, leaning in close to offer the comfort of his shoulder against Saoirse.
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
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#10

VOLTERRA
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"We will find her."

The great earthquake of a voice heralds the Sultan's arrival, like the first rumble of thunder before a storm. He has been following the proceedings via his dragons, ascertaining if there was a need for him to appear as well. It quickly becomes apparent when a father's conversation with his son turns to a discussion about a missing mother, which Ampere joins in on.

Volterra's marching stride brings him to a halt in front of the gathering, and his gaze travels first to Albrecht. He dips his skull in greeting, as he's on decent terms with the man he'd once rescued from a thicket of thorns - not quite a friend, but more than an acquaintance. It transpires that Saoirse, a colt whom the Indomitable has seen in and around the herd for most of his reign, is the old man's son, something which bombards Volterra's mind with all sorts of mental images that he could happily do without. Albrecht is obviously old, and the idea of him doing, well, that... Isn't he in danger of breaking a hip? How can he even get it up without causing a heart attack? And, most prudently, doesn't one's seed sour with age? Evidently not.

The dragons chuckle at these musings of their bondeds. "When you're old, I'm sure you still bed mares," is Vadir's cold assessment of the situation, and Volterra is inclined to agree. At least Albrecht is living proof that a stallion needn't give up his pleasure simply because age has bowed his back and greyed his fur.

There's more pressing matters than an old man's sex life, however, like the fact the colt's mother is missing. Absent mothers are a sensitive subject for the onyx monolith, having had his own dam stolen by none other than his predecessor as Sultan. Losing a mother so young...it is something no boy should suffer, and Volterra is determined to bring back this Sabia for the sake of her son. He turns to Ampere, addressing her directly whilst also projecting his voice so all those gathered can hear too. "We could send emissaries to the other herds, in case the mare has moved to one of them. The neutral lands will also need to be searched, so I agree that we should gather parties if your daughter's knife cannot be found." This all-action, no-nonsense leadership is what Volterra thrives on. Actually doing something feels like a blessed relief, and if that something is reuniting a colt with his mother? Even better. He turns to Albrecht and Saoirse. "Can you describe her to us?"


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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
#11
Albrecht
A lopsided smile pulls weakly at the corners of the stallion’s mouth as the boy gives his impromptu introduction. Old and pointy is a rather apt description, he thinks, and though the words themselves are unflattering, the young colt pronounces them with perfectly innocent humor. That he also acknowledges a name associated with the description is a logistical comfort, because at least he’ll have something concrete to track the elder down with should he ever need to, though ‘old and pointy,’ would likely be just as effective. He’s yet to see anyone quite as decrepit as he is among the natives.

The two boys begin to chat among themselves, splitting the conversation between child and adult, the blue-bay mare clearly concerned that a member of her herd has been misplaced and focused entirely on remedying the situation, planning aloud until a familiar rumble interjects.

The white faced stallion - the handsome, bulging muscle one, not to be confused with the witty, effeminate one, though both are enjoyable company in their own ways – joins their small group, drawing a low, single note of greeting from the old stallion, his gratitude to the warrior and his dragons for saving his manhood still fresh as the moment the last thorn was plucked from his precious plums. He nods agreeably to their plot of search parties, investigation, but quickly becomes skeptical when asked to describe the mare. Do they not even know who she is? Glancing down at the colt, his colt, he wonders again just how long the boy has been alone. Has he been raising himself all this time? His brows furrow, anger and sadness warring for dominance in his expression.

“Smaller than me.” He starts, trying to remember the details of her body without breathing life into how he came to know them. “Though maybe a bit taller than you, Ampere. Young. There’s something wrong with her right ear.” He remembers the scars, the tattered edges, how she’d held her head at an angle to hear him. “Tawny, but frosted. Greying. The tips of her wings are brown.” Self-consciously, his tail sweeps closer to his hind legs, hoping the single primary feather twined in its hairs stays hidden. Why hasn't he removed it? He chides himself, making a mental note to do so and stash it in his scarf with the other trinkets later.

"I thought she'd be here." He admits, softer than before, turning his head to watch the two colts leaning into one another and gesturing with their wings. Resentment builds in his chest. He'd told her he would take the foal. He'd known she wouldn't love him, couldn't maybe, for the sins of his father. That she would lie - 'Of course I will keep and care for him,' rings bitterly through his mind - and take him only to make him suffer is inexcusable, no matter the hypocrisy involved in believing that while having committed rape to create him in the first place. He sighs, turning back to the Indomitable and Mother of Companions for guidance. What now?


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