Maren the Crownless Posts: 264
| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing
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All that had happened did not hold a chapter in her mind, just the one paragraph in which she realized she couldn’t keep up if her mind were to write another one. So she let her mind go astray instead. Not because she wanted to see what would happen, but because she was just a shameful, mortal, ignorant fool of a horse, after all.
A child of the child that their premature kind was; filled with groundless logic and fart jokes.
The unknown made her feel small; the unknown made her feel trivial and unnecessary. Things she had known, now made her bones shake. More than ever she was the dust in the wind, the air on the breeze and the faint faltering heartbeat of a dying desire to watch the world either burn bright, or just… burn.
Mr. Teatime’s fluff felt soft and warm as he had thrown himself around her like a blanket. His always so unbothered purring a comfortable, warm undertow for her senses.
What was before her, around her and above her – the grass that brushed her legs, the warmth of spring that came with the breeze. They were the fingers through her mane while the rain was like kisses on her cheeks.
The drizzle had dampened the earth; its smell thick within the fog, while those same white, curling (dancing) mist cringed up under a moonlit sky. It swished within the fluffy shadows of the trees and she realized: Within the embrace of the mist it was cozy. Within the grey it was neither good or bad.
It was one of those things that just was.
Like the wind, the rain and the dust.
And now like her, too.
She felt what was, or had been, herself fold like thin, paper sheets and dissolve within the wetness of the moist air. And she wrapped herself with the cloak of a misty night.
It wasn’t Mr.Teatime’s fluff that had felt soft and warm, but her own.
She glanced at a paw, holding it in the foggy, faint light of the moon. "What... What am I –... furr?" FURR? As much as she had wanted to hit 'pause' at that moment, before she could totally realize what had happened, a sudden sound started to rumble into her pointy ears. Her unfamiliar skin grew cold and unexpectedly tight as she did the first thing that came to mind; climb up a tree. However, fairly untrained in the sacred art of being a (spoiler) cat, she failed miserably at the climbing part and, with the cushions of her paws throbbing from the attempt, she ended up simply furr wrapped up together at the base of the tree. Pretending to be a not-miserable failure of a creature, wide eyed at the center of a misty night.
Talking
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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
| World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc
& Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams
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 Wandering alone was a strange sensation for Mesec, one that he found unsettling. As unnerving as he had found it to be bonded, and then again, it was even more so when neither Lucius or Lyra were with him. Tonight, as he moved through the woods with quiet steps, his companions were elsewhere. Lucius was attempting to teach Lyra how to hunt, and Mesec wasn’t entirely convinced it was going very well. But neither of them had called out for him just yet, so he supposed it wasn’t going terribly.
The misty forest reminded him of the Edge, giving some feeling of comfort, and Mesec wandered aimlessly - enjoying the peace that came through Helovia at night. His silver markings glowed softly - making him stand out in the darkness. All shadows and moonlight - feeling very much like a ghost waiting to reconnect with his body. Or, in Mesec’s case, with his family. And until then, he was just existing.
But Mesec wasn’t the only thing that stood out in these woods - there were strange creatures about and he discovered one curled at the base of a tree. It looked like a cat, but with colouring that reminded him of the Throat and the Diviner’s fire. It looked… frightened? Maybe? Without Lyra or Lucius with him, Mesec supposed he might as well just ask the cat. It didn’t look like any creature he had ever seen in Helovia before, and there were always strange creatures out and about giving gifts, so there seemed to be a pretty good chance it would answer him.
“Are you alright?” His voice was quiet and calm as he lowered his head, watching the strange cat with obvious curiosity, but he didn’t move any closer. Though he certainly wanted to help in any way that he could, he didn’t think it wise to go sticking his head in the face of strange felines. That seemed to be a good way to get a good scratch to the muzzle.
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@Maren SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY FEBRUARY AND EARLY MARCH WERE MEAN TO ME
also the warg is coming ;D
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