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Riven
#1
Stellaluna...
While the forest slept soundly, peacefully, beneath a dim sliver moon, a shadow swept swiftly between old, looming pines like just a puff of warm breeze, a will-o’-the-wisp, revelling in a cosy cloak of obscurity. That was how she preferred it, needed to be - unseen, noticed, leaving only a trail of soft scent for her hunters to follow. The tiny bat had travelled far that night, still further than ever she had ever strayed before.

Dancing hither and thither in the midst of a make-believe kingdom rife with the cheer of magical folk (an adored fantasy-land detailed each morn by Ma), she had pulled those dreadful ‘Banksia-men’ far, far away from home. Pride swelled through her dainty frame, bolstered her flimsy, pubescent courage and pushed her along harder; that and the murmur of snarling voices to the rear.

"That sod’s right up ahead… Catch’er vermin! Don’t let ‘er get away…"

On and on she flew with dazzling speed and agility that would’ve stolen Da’s words clean off his tongue. Even as the flavour of eucalyptus vanished from her greedy little nostrils altogether, she skirted the next trunk and zipped beneath a moss covered bridge - a gathering of nut-folk upon it’s stiff length whooped loudly in her honour; below it, and with their form lost in deeper shade still, the bright, shrill voices of excited bush creatures sang out (the bat imagined boldly that they were the stripped numbat family from down Moggill Creek, and old, greying Mrs Bandicoot who knew everything and anything, about everyone).

A stiff branch and the strange needles upon it, whipped her face suddenly (she was tiring, at last, her flitting grew sloppy)…

“Ow, !” …she cried breathlessly, glancing left for a split second, to glare at the small, winged fox who’s companionship she was seldom without. To her surprise, however, where her sister’s scruffy red body should have been sailing in perfect unison, there was only stunning, silent darkness; cold and barren. “Charlie?” …came a smaller voice, nervous and concerned; the illusion began to disintegrate around her then, at a terrifying rate and dread as heavy as lead, set upon both the bat’s heart and mind. All too quickly the game was lost, and it became frighteningly apparent that she was very alone.

Lost.

“Ma…” she whispered fearfully, falling from grace with an uncharacteristic thud; leathery wings fastened warily against the svelte length of her barrel. The earth was neither grassed nor soft like it ought to have been, and trembling lips grazed hesitantly across the peculiar leaf litter; the tastes thereon were all wrong, sickeningly potent - like the stench of a two-week old corpse. Offended, slim nostrils danced back into the air, the sanctuary it offered, and with wingspan unfurling once more, the tiny creature flapped into the sprawling canopy of an oak. She was well practiced - a natural born tree-dweller, and where the bough united with it’s climbing parent, she nestled down to wait for a familiar… anything, to come by.
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light!"

Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#2
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
She is no hunter, but she is following. Sort of. She’s in the Threshold, not entirely sure why she’s here with the moon still out. But night could crest into morning soon enough, and she had been unable to sleep anyway. Worry and responsibly plagues her, leaves her mind running and unable to stop. So she sleeps less, wondering what she can do for the Edge. What she can possibly hope to do in the wake of Tembovu leaving. Part of her wants to think it’s unfair to ask anyone to follow him, but she knows that is a ridiculous thought. The Edge needed two leads, and Tembovu deserved to rest.

And if she thought about who she would have picked to replace him…a few come to mind, but she realizes in that train of thought that either she has failed in getting to know the other members of the Edge, or it really was a bit quieter than usual. Not that it was quiet, either. The Edge was always full of life. But not quite as it had been, and this seems like an easy thing for her to work on. Go to the Threshold more.

So she does, even though she doesn’t think anyone else will be here. But maybe as morning comes she will run into someone. Lyanna has always loved forests though, and she’s always enjoyed the Threshold in a way. Once she’d been on the other side of this place, not even knowing the name of the land she’d stumbled into. The Edge had given her a life when she no longer had one, and then a purpose, and now a crown.

Despite growing up as a princess, she’d never expected a crown in her life. Truthfully, she’d never wanted the crown. Her brother was well suited for it, and she knows how heavy it can be. But if the Edge asked her to serve, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no. One might think she’d feel more confident given her upbringing, but she doesn’t. She knew the in’s and out’s of her old home, and though she knew much more of Helovia, there was so much she did not know.

But she tries to focus on her task now, listening to sounds of life. And to her surprise, the sound of hooves in the distance catches her attention, and she tries to follow the sound. Though soon the sound stops. She keeps going, guessing where she thinks the other horse might be. But still she finds no one, and it takes her a while to realize that perhaps she should look up. Maybe the noises hadn’t been a horse at all.

Oh. But it is a horse. Perched in a tree. She’s a small thing, bat-like wings against her side. Lyanna almost doesn’t notice her there, her coat so black she blends into the darkness around her. The girl must be young, given her size, Lyanna thinks. Though then again, she’d met Pip before, and he was simply small. But she appears young in the darkness anyway. “Hello,” she says, voice soft and kind like always. “I’m Lyanna. May I ask your name?”

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Riven
#3
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Stellaluna...
Wrapped snug beneath the membranes of blanketing, black wings, the bat waited like a lost child, silvery-blue eyes wide and watching; longing for a sign that help was on it’s way. The forest all around creaked restlessly, moaning eerily as the mild wind stirred to life a noisy chorus of leaves; she listened, strained to hear, but not even the mutter of cautious marsupial feet broke the otherwise, weight of quiet.

The ridge she hailed from seemed to buzz day and night with the hustle and bustle of busy folk; as the sun held reign over a big blue sky, a bright array of birdlife forged and chatted, fought and courted, reptiles skittered, baked, and mammals ventured out to graze. When at last the cool shadow of evening fell and glittering stars began to amass above, the nocturnal world was roused from slumber - among them, the flock of forty other bats like she, who travelled a vast distance through the cover of darkness to feed.

It was during this nightly ritual that the dreamer had become lost.

Tiny obsidian hooves flinched beneath the warmth of her small body, a sound below touched pricked ears and her neat, narrow face flicked down towards it. Wombat? …she wondered, hoped, scouring the murky floor below for the distinct fawn, boulder body, of ‘Old Fatty’, as he waddled on by (he had a terrible temperament, and had she not have had a run in only days before, the bat might have too eagerly slipped from her perch to seek his aid). As it was she held tight, clinging to the oak’s queer, cold texture, with baited breath and a racing heart.

To her dismay (and delight), it wasn’t ‘Old Fatty’ below. Gaping, night-savvy eyes grew wider still as a new face with two glistening eyes rose to find her; it wasn't all fear and bewilderment though as her focus scurried between long narrow ears, then down the surprising white length of the nose. The voice that followed quickly after (not hastily though, by any regard), was feminine and, thought she, far too soft for any creature of such enormous size. It greeted with unexpected kindness - not the way Da might’ve greeted the foreign flock to the north, at all.

“Stella…” she answered softly, obligingly and far to trusting. The blanketing wingspan loosened a little across her fairy-frame, but she dared not move from the vantage point - not yet… Unblinking gaze travelled boldly, fascinated, down toward the black spine which jutted out behind the other; easily she placed feathers by each side, like a birds. “It’s true?” …she whispered gullibly, fancifully, almost convinced that her 'wonderland' had evolved into something more tangible - but the men!
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light!"

Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#4
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
She had grown up with fairy tales, certainly, but they had always been stories. Bedtime stories that her mother told them before them were shuffled off to sleep. In the morning when they woke, there were no fairies in their lives, no talking fawns or wolves that hunted them. Nothing more than the usual fauna that lived in Morham, rarely likely to interact with or attack the herds of horses that called the kingdom home.

She never got lost in fairy tales, but perhaps in her own way, it was because she lived one. She knew that real world ‘fairy tales’ were hardly as glamorous as the ones her mother told her before bed. But she was born a princess, and isn’t that how every fairy tale begins? She controlled the wind and her brother controlled fire and together they could make unstoppable flames. Together they were unstoppable. Or could have been, anyway.

She lived in a land of magic, wore a tiara of gold and teal, and controlled an entire element. Her life was a fairy tale. But not all tales end well. Hers turned to nightmare far too quickly, and sometimes she still finds herself worried this life too will turn on her. Maybe it’s why she’s never quite connected to this place when there’s nothing holding her from doing so. She had good friends, a good herd, and a good life. Maybe, somewhere in the back of her mind, she was just afraid someone was going to take this life too.

That’s how real fairy tales end.

The girl in the trees responds, and she doesn’t seem scared, which could be good or bad. Perhaps the young girl’s mother or father is nearby, and so she’s not worried. But perhaps she just doesn’t yet quite realize where she is, either. It’s not uncommon for Lyanna to find horses here that simply don’t know where they are, or how they got here. “What a pretty name,” she says. But the next question she doesn’t understand, and she pauses for a moment, trying to figure it out. But she can’t piece it together, so after a moment’s pause, she says, “I’m sorry, but is what true?”

lyanna

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Riven
#5
Stellaluna...
“Alchira!”

It was, of course, the make-believe world from which the young bat hailed; a comprehensively detailed, magical wonderland, within which everyone played a part. Rarely did she slump into the tired uniformity of real life. All at once, the folk who had dissipated into the lonely, rise of the true-world night, began suddenly to return through midnight’s dense shroud - to creep shyly from cover to meet the newest character in their suddenly expanding realm. Small animals, with long, furred tails, others who hopped on oversized feet, and tinier still homunculi babies wearing yellow wattle skirts and crowns, all shuffled forward; their darling, Stellaluna, met each meek pair of eyes with a gently reassuring smile - always they filled her with courage and hope, and she, them.

“It's all around us,” she clarified with a quietly timorous giggle (one shared by the flocking folk), feeding greedily, excitedly off the notion that perhaps Da’s stubborn disregard had been wrong all along (he’d never appreciated the ‘silly, senseless stories’ she loved so much). As if to validate herself, the creature’s fine nose turned a (not particularly) wide arc from left to right, gesturing to their inquisitive audience, and a smile began to curl the soft, moist lips at its end. This was perfect! “Miss Lyanna?” The bat wasn’t convinced that the giant understood: pretty, chiseled features, those icy teal eyes that hardly dulled in the dark - neither reflected the puerile enthusiasm radiating out from her own yawning gaze. Feathery words pour quickly, “you’re real, we all are, just like Ma said!”

The delicate hum of puny, concurring voices treated her ears.

The bat had risen to her feet: each stood behind its sibling on the old, heavy tree-limb with implausible steadiness, and leathery wings were downcast with each clawed thumb hooked beneath bark. There was a whoosh through the pine wilds behind her (an owl? perhaps tired of the jubilant nonsense), and she half expected her beloved sister to wing down and alight beneath; alas, when she checked, only a labyrinth of gloomy wood met her gaze. “What’re you anyway?” she queried boldly - they all wanted to know…  
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light!"
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#6
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
Perhaps she still lives inside a fairy tale. Perhaps this girl and her fanciful world isn’t all that fanciful, in a way, because from having nothing, Lyanna suddenly finds herself wearing a crown. The very thing that was taken from her (well, almost, she was only ever destined to wear the princess’s tiara) was given back in a second life. And if little girls dream of being princesses, then their older sisters must dream of being Queens. But she did not dream of being Queen. She did not see it as anything but a level of responsibility she had never thought she would have.

Her fairy tale doesn’t come with critters with oversized feet or excited smiles. Her fairy tales instead comes with unhappy, displaced Gods. She would love to see what the little bat sees, would love to somehow live in this world with her. But Lyanna doesn’t know what this world is, just that there’s a name on the girl’s lips that is nothing Lyanna recognizes. She keeps her face from falling, from showing the worry, but her smile quiets slightly. “I’ve never heard of Alchira. Maybe you can tell me about it?”

She wonders if the place is somewhere the girl was looking for, or if it’s home. But it sounds like the former, and she wonders then if it’s even a real place. “This place is called Helovia, and the area we are in is called the Threshold.” She tries to watch the girl’s face in the dark, but she doubts she would be able to see any subtle changes of emotion. So instead she has to rely on the girl’s words and tone of voice to figure out what’s going on.

“I’m a Pegasus,” she says, now wondering why the girl has to ask. Though their wings are different, they are still the same species. Where does this girl come from? And surely, by now, if her parents were around they would have come by now. “What have you been up to tonight?” she asks, trying to come at the truth of all this.

lyanna

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#7
Stellaluna...
Seconds flew by, yet the bat’s focus was anchored, captivated (a rare reaching for the dreamy, distant mind).

While the wind tossed and turned the nearly invisible ebon spew of hair along her nape, enormous, night-pupils honed in on the marvelous detail creating the giant; there was an almost ethereal quality about her, enchanting, and the breathy-like voice which softened the harsh silence only served to feed the illusion so believed. Beneath a steady, perhaps even thoughtful mask, Lyanna revealed that she hadn’t before been privy to the wonderfully magical world of Alchira - the idea of such ignorance puzzled the bat deeply (it was the air they breathed, the fantastical earth they touched!). Artful hooves shuffled there upon their timber rest, and the slim black face above skewed a little beneath to weight of confusion.

The feeling was shared too, by those gathered round - still more cherubs had emerged from their hiding to listen.

The other went on, explaining their whereabouts with an ever-kind tone. So this was Helovia! …it was a grand sounding name for an inauspicious looking, pungent 'threshold' that seemed to be (in the darkness), nothing short of desolate; as lash-rimmed eyes drew back from their unrestrained, investigative stroll yonder, the bat assured herself with a brisk puff of breath, that greater potential lay beyond the straggly old pines and the oak which shuddered and groaned in the wind all around her. If Lyanna, the feathered mythical, was any example of the secrets buried inside this foreign kingdom, she was delighted; further still eager to delve deeper into the mystery. For the moment, all thought of Ma, of Da and the return flight to the ridge, been forgotten.

“A pegasus?” she queried, tested, tasted. A pegasus! The word spread like ravenous wildfire through the gawking folk - so new, so irresistibly exciting. At that point, the finger-like structure shaping each of her wings spread apart, and with barely a beat to suggest the descent, the bat swooped swiftly down to earth.

The giant was so very much taller than she’d expected (from above, she’d seemed less, shorter in most every regard); with her slender, pulsing throat strained stiffly upwards, still the tiny creature could not grasp the whole picture of her company in one single frame. “I um…” she began to answer, finding comfort in the familiar, homely size of her friends, “…oh! I forgot... oh dear, they'll track me. Miss Lyanna, I led the mega-pack here, and they'll find me!” Fear flared through the sweet, childlike voice, though still it seemed light upon the wind, like even a brittle whistle, shrill and thin.  
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#8
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
She’s is starting to feel out of her element, which is ridiculous, because she is trained to deal with almost any situation. That was her job once, and it is suddenly her job again. She keeps expecting the girl to finally start to wonder where her parents are, or how she got to be here. But maybe the child planned to come? Yet that doesn’t seem right either. She can’t bring herself to ask these question aloud, to potentially break whatever fairy tale this girl finds herself inside. Yet she doesn’t know what else she is supposed to do. Because she’s not going to leave the child alone in the woods, but she doesn’t know where to take her either.

Perhaps if she knew what Alchira was, but it doesn’t seem like a real place. If Stella had to ask, ‘is it true?’, then Lyanna suspects it’s not a real place at all. Well, not a place to take the girl, anyway. Because it seems real to the little bat in the tree, confusion passing over her face that Lyanna hasn’t even heard of it. Lyanna’s heart only sinks slightly, and her eyes glance around briefly as if suddenly Stella’s parents might show themselves, might make this all okay.

But instead there is only the sound of the night critters that dart through the forest, everything hushed beneath the trees. There is no one to help her now, and she takes a deep breath as the girl parrots her words. Suddenly the little bat is on the ground and oh, she is tiny indeed. Lyanna looks at the girl, better able to see her now, wondering how old she is. She does not seem that young, but she’s so small. Perhaps she is simply small, like Pip.

There are too many questions, but Lyanna doesn’t ask them, instead listening as the girl says something about a mega-pack. “Mega-pack?” she asks, worry tinging her voice, but she’s beginning to think perhaps this too is make believe, like Alchira. Still though, she doesn’t miss the fear in the girl’s voice, so she continues. “I have a very safe home, if you need someone safe to stay for now.” Because she doesn’t think anyone is coming to claim their child.

lyanna

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Riven
#9
Stellaluna...
This forest is damper, darker and mustier than the dry, tall sclerophyllous community of trees she is familiar with.

There, an abundance of leathery-leafed timber (mostly eucalyptus) ascend precarious, shabby granite tors, each reaching boldly with wedge crowns to gain the best coverage of sunlight; a winding, watercourse babbles gently downwards, riding savage contours into the sprawling wooded valley below; the soil is thirsty, so unaccustomed to rain that its flint-like quality repels taste of moisture (at first), yet peas, acacias and varieties of tussocky grass thrive there upon it, regardless; the air is crisp, clean, and the song of raucous parrot life drown out all peace and quiet. In the mid-section, where gnarled limbs begin their heavenward journey and knotted, silver trunks begin at last to narrow, the campsite exists, of a flock of forty fruit bats – the family the ‘pup’, should rightfully be with…

Incredulous eyes dilated and glowing, behold the giantess, the pegasus, with undying appeal. Hobbling steps (forelegs undergrown, joints too large), bump the bat nearer, but she hesitates in the looming shadow of the larger and inky fingers flare the membrane of each wing – she is vulnerable (to her knowledge), helpless upon the fetid loam, like the young caterpillar in a nest of ants. Instantly she recoils, riding the mild breeze artfully until she has found refuge once again in the oak’s rigid embrace.

When she moves (if the watching eye can discern it through the darkness), the clumsy motion betrays instantly the unkind reality of her makeup; the wrongness, that preserves such a babyish stature. The bat knows no better though, nothing of the glory of headlong sprinting, nor cavorting, bucking along the playful lines of earth; she has been born to an aerial existence, a wind-brushed wonderland, where gravity proves to be as meaningless as star glitter in a big daylit sky. The other is speaking again and short cups double forward to capture the worry-tinged words. “Yes, bad, bad Banksias - they are like wolfs, don’t you know?” …she utters shyly, sending her gaze quickly downwards, left and then right, “They taste the wind, the earth; they’ll come, they will!

Faces were vanishing, alabaster skin fled into the blackness, and silken grey fur began to tremble, wildly apprehensive.

The giantess, she responds with an offer that strikes the pup’s fancy. Gaze snaps back quickly (from the branch she views the whole picture), and the puny point of her nose bounces with unbridled eagerness. “Oh yes please,” soft tone near begs, while hooked thumbs plunge to balance her lofty position while the excitement of escape resonates through her core. She is a dreamer, wildly creative, and thought of a pegasus’ kingdom tempts her mind into play; surely such an enormous creature could not dwell, as she did, in the tree-tops.
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light!"
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#10
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
The Threshold has always reminded her of Morham. Maybe it’s part of why she stayed in this place, of all the places she passed along her journey. The trees are often widely spaced, letting in sunlight and creating small places perfect for the little gathering of horses that formed here. The redwoods force the empty space, their roots reaching far and wide through the moist earth. The oaks are smaller, more densely packed, offering more of a feeling of the forest. It is so like home that sometimes it hurts. But it reminds her too that Helovia is home, that this life is as much hers as the one that came before.

Lyanna notices how the girl moves almost instantly, the movement drawing her trained healer’s gaze to the too-short legs and the too-large joints. Ah. It explains the small stature, though doesn’t help Lyanna guess at her age. Though her behavior makes the tri-colored mare assume the girl must be young. Young enough to believe in make believe lands, in fairy tales, in mega-packs and all manner of impossible things. Though in truth, these things are not so far fetched or impossible at all. Helovia is full of the strange and the impossible, and she wouldn’t be entirely surprised to find that the mega-pack is real. "There are plenty of horses to help keep you safe in my home. We will make sure the mega-pack cannot harm you."

But now the girl is back in the tree, and Lyanna cannot quite figure out what to do. Stella agrees to go to the Edge though, and Lyanna relaxes almost visibly at this. That, at least, was a step in the right direction. Somewhere safe, and then if or when the girl’s parents revealed themselves, Lyanna could return the child to her rightful home. Or maybe, at some point, the child would realize just how far she was from her own land. Would she know the way back? There were plenty in the edge that could accompany Stella to her original home.

“Shall we fly?” she asks, figuring that the trek will be far too long for the girl and the issues with her legs. She doesn’t know for sure what afflicts the girl, but she does have some guesses. Perhaps, in time, the Gods could heal her. But for now, just getting her somewhere safe would be enough. Lyanna casts around for a nearby clearing, managing to find one large enough for her to takeoff in. She makes her way over, constantly looking back for the girl, trying not to lose her in the dark.

And soon, Lyanna is airborne, circling just above the trees, waiting for Stella to join her. Together, they could head to the Edge.

lyanna

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#11
Stellaluna...
It is a contrasting world that surrounds the little bat, it embraces her, cradles her; a lovingly built dreamscape to nurture and keep safe the child with the broken genes. Though she feels the hard, cold bark of the strange old oak’s bough, so too does he breath with life beneath her. Knobbly twig fingers splay and leafy, long claws waver as the enormous timber monstrosity steadies in the gently combing wind; an effort to balance her minuscule mass. Somewhere still higher, buried beneath two hundred year old burrs and scars, weathered olive irises peer quietly down upon their guest; he groans tiredly for he has seen too many winters (thousands of lost souls), but their primitive ears hear only the eerie sound of the night.

The giantess mentions others and plenty of them. The pup glances west into darkness, but her eyes behold something finer there, something marvellous; hoards of pegasus stand in the distance (they have lean, long legs too, glossy moon-lit feathers, and uncanny birdlike semblance) - awe bubbles in her vertical throat, and she swallows hard before inhaling. They are far too big to inhabit the canopy (that she would), so they gather here and there, upon the gentle slope of the undulating earth; though they feed, she cannot quite tell upon what, and she turns back towards Lyanna with still broader eyes than before.

“Amazing…” she sighs gullibly.

Thought of her flock ring true - Ma, Da, they would undoubtedly be searching, but the adventure has not quite reached its climax and the bat is still raring to go; where fatigue should be nagging, sapping the effervescence from her face, adrenaline feeds a fury of vivacity right through her.

They will guide her home when it all comes to an end.

Even before the giantess speaks, the child is ready with leathery wings unfurling their veiny breadth - flight is all she knows. She fidgets, excited, watching her new friend with undying enthralment, ever curious to witness the ascent of a creature so large… And her wonderment is not left disappointed; Lyanna travels to a glade (it is long and narrow), and the pup follows keenly behind, from one one tree to the next. The other glances back constantly and every check is rewarded with a bright youthful smile. The hour grows late as the creature takes off and as they rise together into a playful zephyr (the bat zips and dives), the pastel wash of new dawn ignites above the murky eastern horizon.
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light!"
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