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Tangere Posts: 159
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo
#1

A golden light makes the tree's shadows dance across the mossbed ground Tangere pads quietly across. She has wide, hairy feet, cloven and nearly noiseless over the spongy surface. It is damp this morning, it rained last night for a bit before yielding to a clear sky and a bright half moon. The moon is gone now though and only the rosy marigold tints spread light across the twitching treetops and crystal water. She's made her way through the rotunda, slowly and adventurous like, her raven hunting down a carrion smell wafting through the dense woodland between the ruins and the grove. For curiosities sake she goes toward a place she's only been to in passing, only traveling through to get to the other side – she remembers something specific from then, those times she crept through the serene place; she recalls an elaborate garden of water plants guarded by massive black swans. She remembers it because in her admiration of said patch of wild hydro-dwelling plant-life she was set upon by a pair of orange-billed, coal black swans. She swears they were five feet tall (they weren't) and intensely stubborn, and brave, she wondered then if they possessed any sort of magic...they seemed fearless; successfully chasing her off. These were pre-Phrixus days, years ago and now she decides she wants to try her luck for study purposes. Her raven is sure to be able to help her shoo them, or communicate with them, something...right?

A commotion brings her senses out of her daydreams and she focuses on a flash of wide diving down from above the trees. It's Phrixus, speeding dangerously down to swoop in between trees and off in another direction. Directly in his wake came seven or eight (a group, lets say) of smaller, black crows. Pissed.

“We go, then.” His cold, direct voice comes through and she grins comically. This is not the first time he's been chased down for snatching meat that didn't belong to him. If he really wanted to he could probably eat every one of those smaller, weaker birds – or so Tangere would assume, but he hasn't ever done so. Not yet, anyhow. Perhaps he just enjoys the thrill of being chased, because they never catch him, always giving up or tiring before him. He is of a different world.

With a spark of excitement she bounds forward and digs into a long reaching gallop. Phrixus weaves in and out of the trees above her, darting this way and that way and each time he emerges from the thicker pieces of forest he has one or two less followers until finally they are alone again. He calls out in a way only a raven does, flapping gracefully to even himself with her stride along the wide path that cuts through the trees. Mud speckles her pale chest and dirties her ivory legs from the knee down.

Crossing the invisible border is palpable. The land grabs her, slowing her like she's in quicksand, forcing her to sink into an immediate calm. She shakes as if wet, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how obvious the cloak of sedation is – surely it is magic, yes? She asks herself and receives no answer. The raven grounds himself on her shoulders, the air felt a bit heavy to him, and he's a little winded from the chase anyway...he ruffles and keeps his neck feathers raised as he lurches over her withers, looking at the path ahead. The anxiety lifts, however, the deeper she wanders in and she remembers what she came here for. She stops, lifts her head above her shoulder, eyes alert and ears moving about as they normally do. Hm. She hums aloud, clicking her tongue as she scans around, attempting to remember where this secret little water-garden hides...

“Will you?” She cranes her neck back to eye him with one rust-brown eye, smiling with half of her mouth. “Pleeeease.” He receives her message clearly and lifts off without a response. He soars in big, smooth circles, looking down at the water as he cuts silently through the open air. She waits patiently, standing there under a gnarled old tree, the sun and the wind touching her only slightly. The mud starts to dry and crust along her ankles and knees, her tail flicking anxiously as she waits.


Tangere
& Phrixus

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so she forgot she said she'd hunt him down so i thought maybe he could surprise her while she searches for this water garden, or help her or ruin it or something fun xD

@Albrecht



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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
#2
The Grove is picturesque and peaceful as ever, the ground carpeted in a multicolor tapestry of grass, flowers, and moss. The willows around its edge create a thick curtain of hanging leaves and tiny buds with their limp and lightly swaying arms, corralling the mildly fragrant air and preserving its sweetness from the heat and humidity outside. The scent of water and the abundant vegetation it feeds keep the atmosphere here from thickening, from choking like the heat of Tallsun seems determined to do elsewhere and the cheep-cheep of spring frogs mixes with the buzzing of insects and intermittent singing of various birds to create a soft, cheerful soundtrack.

Incongruent to this lightness, an old, worn looking stallion stands restive among the trees, a smudge of filth on an otherwise beautiful portrait. His ears lay slack on either side of his head and his eyelids hang low over emerald eyes. He stands dozing, one hind leg resting on the toe of a cracked and crumbling hoof, his tufted tail swaying lazily around his hocks. Piled in front of him is the stained sling of wool he wears as both scarf and satchel, the few valuable items he’s collected still swathed in its odorous material, and rifling among these tiny treasures is his companion, Strom.

The young python looks infinitely healthier than his bonded, his limbless sides smooth and well filled with muscle and fat where the stallions skin seems to sag and fall into the spaces between his ribs and hip bones, though the furrows don't reach so deeply inward today as they have in the past. While the snakes evenly scaled skin is blemish free and gleaming, the stallions is patchy, his winter coat only half shed out and dull, but for all his decrepitude the stallion appears momentarily worry free, his face content in the way that all creatures are when hovering between sleep and wake, withdrawn from the real world but not yet enfolded in the pseudo-world of dreams and nightmares.

There's no good reason for the old stallion to stir from this almost sleep, lazy and comfortable as he is, his companion wholly absorbed in pushing some of the excess dirt and debris from his favorite hammock, but stir he does, opening his eyes and clearing his nostrils with a breathy snort. He yawns, lifting and shaking his head, groaning loudly as he bows down into a catlike stretch, his joints and tendons popping and crackling in complaint.

At last he glances around, surveying the little meadow for any signs of change since he'd last bothered to do so hours earlier, and there, half hidden in the shadow of another massive willow is a splash of grey and white he recognizes, or thinks he does, his eyes still fuzzy and blinking with sleep. "Tang?" He calls softly, the usual bite of his voice absent.



"Talk."
OOC // @Tangere <3
Albrecht
If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore

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Tangere Posts: 159
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo
#3

“Tang?” his familiar (notably gentler) voice comes through very clearly, her chocolate eyes flutter to find his body against the fern-green backdrop of willows and twisted old trunks. She beams with a smile smeared cheerily across her pink lips. She forgot that the Grove is one of his haunts, but is ever so pleased to see the Fates playing their games again. Her short tail splashes from hip to hip, her cloven feet dancing in a trot over to where he stands quietly among the trees. Late morning shadows dance at the ends of his copper body-beard, glinting in his jade eyes. She reaches out to touch lips, softly, so softly, nibbling playfully and pulling away before it starts to seem a little too intimate. She chuckles, a bubbling series of wind-chime chortles before speaking in her honey-thick lyrical tone, “It’s been a while, Alby, ” She looks briefly to the serpent that accompanies him always, just as Phrixus is with her (mostly…except for now), she squints at it affectionately though doesn’t expect any acknowledgement from it. Her eyes find Albrecht’s again, “How are you?” She crinkles the end of her rosy nose as if to indicate her dislike for such bland routines like “how are you?, “how are things?” – she readjusts her feet and smiles wider to him, “Better yet – are you staying out of trouble?” She looks around, to the sky, to the shadows between the trees and then back to the stallion whom she considers a very close pal.

An electricity webs across her skin, making it twitch and shudder, her tail flicking with the sudden spread of static. Her raven slides into view, descending from the cotton clouds streaked across the blue-ish sky. Gracefully landing on the peak of Tangere’s withers ruffling his long white feathers and looking side-ways at the stallion with his glass-blue eyes. “I found.” The bird’s language seeps into her thoughts, solid and concise. Her eyelids drop and her eyes roll to the edges of her sockets, as if she can set them completely backward to look upon the bird clutching to her marbled withers. She nods to him and says aloud, “Good. “Thank you.” she tells him internally. The raven coos, purring and clicking as it stares at the stallion, leaving his hackles up.

She looks to Albrecht again, “You busy?” She mocks him a little, noticing the obvious – he’s not busy at all. “I might need a little help with something.” She decides to leave out the part where there may or not be a pair of maybe enchanted, maybe ferocious water fowl to fight. She offers him another grin, this own very much devious, she lets this happen and does not try to hide it.




Tangere
& Phrixus

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@Albrecht

pfff, sorry i always make you wait because i'm legit a bitch
<333 ily towie

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
#4
Still sedate with sleep, the old stallion finds himself quickly swept up in the piebald's overflowing elation at finding him either nearby or simply upright and still breathing, possibly both, all things considered. He returns her easy smile, though his is less than beaming at the best of times, and wriggles his upper lip against hers almost fondly for the brief moment they touch.

From where he sits among the trinkets and piles of dust, Strom cocks his head and sweeps his rear end around to face the mare directly, which apparently in snake language is a sign of approval, because across the stallion's interspecies bond comes an announcement of, "Big nice!" Probably less referring to her physical size, though just about anything could be considered 'big' to a three foot long python, but to the position she holds on the very short list of 'nice' characters in the snakes head, a list which she currently tops and thus is considered the 'biggest' figure on in the companion's limited and imperfect use of verbal communication. The black's grin spreads just a little wider for it, silently agreeing.

"It has." He nods, "And different from last time, a lot has changed. Or at least been added." Within the Basin they have a new Lord, new Thieves, a new Haruspex, and many others, then there's this whole ordeal with the Falls being disbanded and Kaos' reveal. He shakes his head, too distanced from the issues to give a passable summary, but still vaguely aware of the events unfolding around him. "Anyway, I'm still old as ever and not swift or smart enough to outpace the trouble my mouth attracts." An image of the white warrior, Beloved, flits across his consciousness, her unnerving behavior near the hot springs and during the last warrior meeting still fresh in his mind and tender across the skin of his neck and rump despite there having been plenty of time between then and now for the bruises to heal.

The white raven that normally accompanies Tangere descends then, prompting an obvious - if unreadable - exchange between the two that tips the stallion's weathered face at a curious angle. He's never gotten a chance to look at the bird close up before and with his semi-newly acquired infatuation with wings and their masculine owners still running rampant, he finds himself wishing the little avian was as open and affectionate as his bonded so that he might examine him closer.

It's the sudden question and transformation of expression from joyous to devious that draws the stallion's attention back to the piebald's face. His brows quirk in suspicion, but he can't help feeling the words are more an invitation - an excited plea even - to do something they're not supposed to than the undisguised warning it seems to be on the surface. He's noncommittal in answering, though already he's urging the snake to put all their shit back in his mind. "I could be convinced." He teases, his tone indulgent. It wouldn't take much.


"Talk."
OOC // @Tangere Guess that makes me one too. Womp, womp. xD
Albrecht
If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore

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



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