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[OPEN] Whale of a good time

Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#1
"...And that's how whales were made," Iskra proudly concludes, turning to look at Melita with a broad grin. It was a story passed down from his brother Zekle, the resident Helovian expert on whales, so he hoped he did it the justice it deserved. Underhoof Iskra started to feel the grainy movement of sand, and salt started to waft in with the other smells, and if he listened closely enough the roar of the ocean and the cry of the gulls could be heard in the distance.

"We're almost there! C'mon, I'll race ya!"

Giggling Iskra shot forward, careening through the wilds and towards the shore of the endless blue and its colorful shore as gifted by... the Moon and the Moon alone. Skipping to slow, smooth glass sand spraying up behind him, Iskra veered towards the raised underwater viewing region he'd watched the Moon herself make. Panting from the run, Iskra nonetheless exclaimed with an excited whoop as they reached their destination.

"LOOKIT! There - it - is!" The story of the whales had been a precursor to seeing whales of course, which he figured was best done here, where you could actually see underwater easily. Of course it didn't compare to the time he got to have that magical seaweed and actually swim underwater, but again he forcefully pushed that memory from his mind. So many happy moments with Kisamoa turned sour...

"Let's see if we can spot a whale Mel!" Iskra encouraged, stepping into the glassy cavern with awe.
Iskra
You don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful


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Melita Posts: 35
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16 :: Newborn - Birdsong
Sila :: Plain Zephyr :: Wakiya Heather
#2


LET ME LIVE THAT FANTASY



The little honeybee girl didn’t tell her friend that she’d never been this far west, never dreamed of an endless ocean building its bright, beautiful crescendos around them. She’d been lured easily, tempted with adventure, bewitched, bewildered, spun by the hands of curiosity and the flickers of innocence, because she didn’t know what it was like to feel peril, to sense its overwhelming presence, its treacherous glow. They’d been born after Kaos’s conniving mayhem, hadn’t touched over his lands, hadn’t been scorched by his dastardly schemes – didn’t even know who he was, truly, mystified by constant declarations made by her homeland, by her monarchs, by her sovereigns. So she was willing in each and every right to be swayed and swept away, entangled in the silliness, in the joy, in the exuberance of youth, ambling beside Iskra and his whale tales, still only a child of the dunes, so inexperienced with what the rest of the world had to offer, had to endure. Her heart was filled with song, dance, and ferocity, a blistering twist and turn of wildness, of savagery, yet to turn into anything dastardly or wicked – her smiled blossomed under the reign of sun, under the fortitude and sagacity Iskra bestowed. “They sound awesome!” She uttered, declared, diligent in speculations and wonder, a bit breathless, chasing after clouds, dunes, and endless sun-kissed melees, laughing, inspired by the reaches, by the infinite possibilities stretched before them – until the gulls cried around her, and she was drawn to silence, to study, to stare, at the perfected glide of their wings, to widen her nares, to inhale the salty air.

The girl had barely heard his challenge, too enamored with speculation, with reverence for the great, grand view around her. She’d danced in their oasis, had dove beneath its surface, but she’d never seen anything like this – and it almost made her eyes hurt with its beauty, with its finesse, with its shiny, wondrous exterior. But she couldn’t be taken with it for too long, not when he’d dared, provoked, and incited, and despite having no chance at all, she raced into the sands too, dug into its dirt, pretended it didn’t tire, didn’t fatigue, her gangly legs. “I’ll get you!” She chased, she reveled, she laughed, believing him to be the newest sage, a keeper of wisdom and keys and delights, following after his form because he was older, wiser brethren, a brother of the dragon realm, blindly tied to his antics, to his ventures, to the promised exploits and escapades. Melita bounced and danced, pounced and serenaded, but only caught up to him when he’d slowed, trying to avoid the spray of dust and dirt, restless, taut, an ebullient fixture of buoyancy melting into the horizon.

“What is this place?” The youth asked, all smiles and toothy grins, gesturing towards the hollowed portion of some strange underwater viewing pavilion, and she could only understand its exploratory depths because she’d sunk beneath their oasis in a foolish moment – had seen beautiful fathoms, but never anything like this. “Did someone make it?” Her queries were nonstop, and her frame was the same, lightly waltzing over the woven tapestry of glass and veneer, completely, wholly captivated, fascinated, and delighted. She gave no hint of apprehension towards the great maw, the wide, intriguing crevasse like she’d done amidst the Heart Caves, partly because she believed nothing could go wrong if she was with Iskra, and curiosity had boiled and brewed over any other concerns – eyes wide, big, bold, vivid. “Oooh, I want to find one!” She pressed her face against the glass, stared into the luminescent blue, and waited, hoped it’d be enough to summon the mythical, giant creatures.


           

@Iskra

Clementine Posts: 9
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: Newborn (Birdsong)
Prudence :: Blue Jay :: None Kiki
#3
you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Clementine knew she wasn’t supposed to be this far from home, but the promise of adventure kept her spindly legs pumping and drove her further from the sanctuary of the Throat. Making her escape had been no easy task - having to evade both mother and A’mal - and then having to find someone to allow her across the bridge. But she’d done it, and the excitement that pumped through her veins kept the trepidation well disguised.  Plus, she was on a mission.  She’d seen Melita leave, and was determined to find where her sister had gone because the little orange filly was convinced she’d found something amazing and she didn’t want to miss it. She didn’t want to miss anything. Clementine skipped through unfamiliar lands without batting an eye - relishing in the fact that there were so many different colors in the world and she wanted to find a way to take some of these flowers back home to mother.  Then she couldn’t possibly be mad that they’d gone on an adventure. Everyone liked presents!  She heard familiar voices not too far off, and her slightly-curled ears (not quite like her mother’s) struggled to pinpoint where they came from.  The girl abandoned all thoughts of flower arranging and sped off in the direction of the voices, hoping to catch up to them soon.  Unfortunately for Clementine, when the girl burst headlong out of the trees and onto the beach she saw…

Nothing.

The filly stood there panting, equal parts enthralled and confused, spinning around in every direction as she tried to determine just where her sister had managed to disappear to this time.  Had she figured out her wings and flown away somewhere where she couldn’t follow?  Clem pouted at the thought, stamping a pale forehoof at the thought of being so definitively separated from her twin. It was only then that the filly began to really take stock of her surroundings. She’d never seen a beach like this one. The shore of the Throat was all sand and rocks, but this was something else entirely.  Then she saw it - the strange shape protruding from the beach.  Her moment of melancholy forgotten, a small laugh escaped her lips as she broke into a run as she made her way towards the strange formation.  She had no idea what it was, but it seemed to dive beneath the waves.  And even more excitedly, the voices had returned.  With a happy squeak, the girl leapt into into the tunnel without considering caution or poise. Melita was in there - she was sure of it! But what she failed to account for is the fact that glass is slippery and baby hooves fail to find purchase on the slippery tunnel and the girl more slid down the tunnel than anything - coming to rest with her face pressed against the glass.  Her mouth popped open with awe as she tried to comprehend just what she was seeing, but she just couldn't.  It was only then that she turned to Melita and Iskra with a sheepish grin on her face. “Hi! What are you lookin’ for?”  She glanced from her sister to Iskra, who she’d literally known since birth and her eyes widened as she spotted a shadow over his shoulder - out in the endless waters “OOH! LOOK AT THAT. It looks like a rock with fins!” she said (yelled?) in utter amazement.


C L E M E N T I N E
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PESKY SISTER LITERALLY CRASHES PARTY
Scary animal she spotted was a sea turtle ;D

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Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#4
Iskra made good sport of the race, careful not to completely leave Mel in the dust, but he didn't have the sensibility to let her win either. He couldn't risk losing his title as fastest in all of Helovia, per Matheo (a speed he would sadly grow out of very soon once he bulked up).

Melita voiced the awe budding inside Iskra's chest, and he smiled, reaching down to bump her with his muzzle kindly, to affectionately ruffle her baby mane. "This place is called the Endless Blue," he informed, feeling vastly wise around his much younger sand-sister. Most of his facts he'd learned from Zekle or Ampere, and a few from Matheo. "It's the best beach around, aside from home of course!" Their hooves clicked in unison as they walked through the cavern, and Iskra temporarily forgot to keep answering her as he himself marveled at the smooth structure and it's transparent walls, so very different from the metal crafts worked at home. Though he had seen it made, the whole of Helovia had crowded around and his mother hurried him away back to the Throat.

Getting to actually experience this unique place was extraordinary! As Mel pressed her face up against the glass, Iskra did the same, his breaths fogging up the view around his nose. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out to lick it, just to see... (it was mostly tasteless).
"I dunno if this place has a name," he went on after a moment, his teal eye still watching some fish swim to and fro. "But the Moon Goddess made it, and she turned the sand all into the glassy rainbow too." He wasn't entirely sure why she had done it - to be impressive perhaps, but he liked to think it was to be nice to them all and give them such a beautiful area. Except the moon played no role with water, so why she'd want them to better view the ocean was certainly a question Iskra had no answer for, but it didn't bother him enough to change his mind. "Wasn't that nice of her? Maybe we could start calling it the Moon Cave, or something!"

Just then Clementine came sliding down, whizzing past Iskra's hocks and tossing up his tail hairs. His feathers jumped up all along his body, and he yelled out with an "Ahhh!" at first. He tried to shy away, but his hooves couldn't get purchase so quickly and one leg slipped out from under him, forcing him into some stretching positions. By the time he regained his footing it was clear the "threat" was Clementine, and he laughed good-naturedly at her. "I thought you were a terrible sea dragon Clem!" Iskra joked, his feathers resettling just in time for her to perk them all back up with her exclamation. "WHAT WHAT!?" Iskra shouted in response, half excited by whatever she saw, and half afraid of whatever it was too. He wasn't normally so jumpy, but he felt like he was in charge of them, and well if something big and scary was around, could he muster up the protection for them both?

Iskra's eyes caught the figure Clementine was hollering about, and he grinned, settling back down. "That's a sea turtle! They basically are rocks with fins..." he laughed. "Do you see all the pretty fish and colorful rocks
? They're called coral I think. They're supposedly alive, but I'm not so sure."

Iskra
You don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful


@Melita

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Melita Posts: 35
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16 :: Newborn - Birdsong
Sila :: Plain Zephyr :: Wakiya Heather
#5


LET ME LIVE THAT FANTASY



“The Endless Blue…” she murmured, a hushed, reverent whisper as Iskra gave her an answer to the systematic cycle of queries and questions, silently wondering just how endless it was and if it stood for any number of infinite things. Were there endless fish, drops of water, rivulets of the sky and clouds? How had it been created? By Gods? By the earth? Her mind raced, barely honed, barely strung together, knotted and tethered and gilded with absolute wonder and fascination, her body positively buzzing with excitement and opportunities – she took a moment to regard Iskra with an absolutely glowing smile, radiant and beautiful, all toothy grins and sunshine dispositions. “Thank you for taking me here!” She chirped and sprouted, a blossoming contortion of movement and motion, pressing her face back to the glass, staring at the depths and animals floating nearby, trying to match them with names and distinctions, but she was quickly distracted by her twin’s appearance (and the excitement, the ebullience continued, energy fervent, eager, bouncing off her in avid, enthusiastic waves), missing the information about the Moon Goddess and her many talents; the girl would likely mull it over later, when the night grew quiet or when her dreams couldn’t quite keep her asleep. “Clem!” Her voice burst, echoed across the chamber, even as the other filly came bounding, slipping, sliding, face-first into the glass, and she lowered herself down to her sister’s level, laughing, giggling, at the melee of silliness sparking over their denizen.

At the mention of the rock with fins, the youth gasped, uttered a lovely, earnest shriek, “Where?!” before pressing her face into the veneer again, eyes traveling over each and every moving target, one ear turning to listen to the wiser inclinations of Iskra. “A sea turtle,” she recollected, committing it to memory, tasting the slide of words on her tongue, pausing to take a step back, truly examine and understand the motions of the reptile. “Its flippers are like wings!” She rejoiced, feeling like a part of the undersea world, and in response, drew out her own plumage and flapped them once or twice, likely hitting Clementine with the gentle, soft feathers in the process, giggling at the speculation, before fluffing them back down by her sides. She pondered if she could swim just like the turtle, extending her wings out and stroking, reaching through the water, combing amidst its powerful prestige (she’d have to try the next time she dove down into the depths of their oasis). The honeybee girl listened again to Iskra’s proclamations (something about coral and color; little animals alive with a rush of hues), but couldn’t seem them do anything but remain, and that seemed a bit dull, despite all their beautiful shades, tints, and tones. “What do they do?” She puzzled, nose wrinkling, golden eyes quickly averting to Iskra, presuming him to know anything and everything, a sage amidst the glassy halls. She turned back to her orange sister then, smelled the wondrous scents she gave off, leaning into her downy baby fluff at the top of her crown, whispering in a furtive, secretive tone before laughing again. “We’re looking for whales.”


           

@Iskra @Clementine


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