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Melita Posts: 35
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16 :: Newborn - Birdsong
Sila :: Plain Zephyr :: Wakiya Heather
#1
She’d been drawn by the beautiful artwork, the portraits of reflective clouds, and the regal glimpses of stars mirroring themselves back into the refrain, standing in its midst for hours – forever flawed by being one more moth to the flames. It failed her today too, because eventually the clouds gave way to more potent entities, and the crashing, gnarled sounds of thunder rolled across the plain. She stood in its grasp, a little speck, a tiny blip, on the horizon as it roared and clapped, staring into the great, darkening puffs and wondering how they made such cantankerous noise, shuddering as the rain pelted down, working their way down through her feathers, along her tufts of plumage and hide. The honeybee girl was scared, frightened, and exhilarated all at once; allowed the apprehensive feelings to funnel through her chest and out into the air, following after the trail of bright, illustrious lines and dashes streaking through the sky. What are you she wanted to say, wanted to scream, but no one would have heard her, no one would have answered, and so she was stuck between being drowned and engulfed, stranded on the edges of disaster and temptation, straddling the line of intrigue and ruin; tilting her head and witnessing one more flash melt into the scenery. Then, just as sudden as it’d come, it shifted away; chased off by the current of wind, leaving the Flats even more drenched, begging her to dance in its pools and puddles.

The child laughed – too amused to think of what she’d narrowly avoided.

Instead, something else caught her eye – a shimmer, a twinkle, a zap zap sound buzzing along her ears. She was used to the gentle hum of the bees, she was used to throng of sea gulls, to the soft way sand trickled down a dune, but this one was peculiar.

So she drifted along the tiny bed of rock, sniffing, listening, to the accompaniment of tunes and poignancy – as if it were calling out to her, beckoning her closer and closer still, one more defiant temptation to entice, to lure. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it, nestled in between a few loosened stones – an orb of some sort, glistening, sparking, sending off flashes, flickers, and flares as if electrified, and her mouth formed a tiny o, breath halting. She saw one of these before – back when more children had surrounded and watched a child hatch, but hadn’t understood, hadn’t comprehended, the way it all worked, the notions, the wonderment, the gravity of the situation. The youth remained strangely hushed, as if for once noting the scene was revenant, worth the silence, stare riveted solely on the shifting, maneuvering sphere. “Where did you come from?” She questioned it finally, in a stark whisper, gaze glancing back and forth for any other oddities or forms that had lost something precious and valuable. Then she heard a crack; it echoed, it buzzed, it droned in her ear until that was all she could sense, all she could feel.

[Hatching thread for Melita's companion! You're more than welcome to join, but I'll be moving the thread along in a couple days. ;D]
Melita
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@Akeli @Clementine

Akeli Posts: 13
Outcast
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 2 Seasons (Ages in Birdsong)
Gremlin :: Common Genet :: None Noella
#2
akeli
Splish, splash, splish, splash. She stomps her hooves through the enchanting puddles, humming to herself as she lets the childish joy consume her. There is probably nothing better than a good puddle to leap around in, and as the water splashes her lanky legs, she thinks of little else- not the thunder that had grumbled in the sky like Eytan’s laughter, not the bright cracks of lightning electrifying the sky, not the ominous foreboding secrets shared in murmers that had disrupted the grown ups from their daily living. Nope, nothing could bring her down. Besides, she had found this super awesome bag that she had managed to secure beneath her wing, and though it was a little too big, she could certainly grow into it. And who cared if it looked bulky beneath the downy appendage that hung off of her side, because it could fit so much neat stuff in it, that nearly daily she had to dump out her treasure and shift through the shining stones, wilting flowers, that leaf that was shaped like an ugly heart or a butt, and a bug or two that always seemed to be sleeping when she dumped out the bag, and she had to pick something to leave behind. It was always a difficult decision, but one she needed to make to fit in her newest prize. She did manage to make the good decision to hold onto a few things that when she had eaten they made her feel kinda weird, so she figured she would save them for later.

Across the glassy expanse, her golden eyes gaze, for the most part taking in little but the shining sun reflecting off of the surface in blinding sheets. So when she sees another person out here, she nearly lets out an obnoxious squeal, but she’s able to contain herself, and instead excitedly stomps her forehooves in the puddle before her, and bounds forward. The other girl seems to be investigating. She prances up upon spindly legs, tipping her head to the side, and smiles. “Maybe it fell from the sky,” she answers, attention hopping eagerly from the possibly new friend, to the egg that lay within a rocky nest. It was apparent that the girl hadn’t been speaking to her, but no one else was around to answer, so she took it upon herself. “I mean, it could have been laid here, but still. Wouldn’t something be protecting it if it belonged here?”

Her tail wiggles slowly as she stares at the egg, eyes taking in the smooth shell that seemed to mimic the storm that had consumed the sky. She almost wants to grab it and run, but the other girl had found it first, and fair was fair. But then something not very good happens as the egg breaks. “Oh no,” she whispers, honey eyes growing wide. She just can’t seem to pull her eyes away. She truthfully has no idea what is happening, but she certainly doesn’t want to miss it.  
The universe began
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Clementine Posts: 9
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: Newborn (Birdsong)
Prudence :: Blue Jay :: None Kiki
#3

"there's nothing you can do that can't be done
nothing you can sing that can't be sung"

Clementine found herself enthralled by the puzzle that the Flats presented.  It seemed like this place should be similar to her desert home, but where the Throat was filled to the brim with life the Flats were stark and nearly lifeless.  The land was strange here, where the sky reflected on the shimmering ground for as far as the eye could see.  On some days it seemed like the only living thing in this place were the birds flying overhead, making their way somewhere else more alive.  Clem just thought that the Flats must have its own secrets yet to be discovered.  Little did she know that this land in itself was mysterious - pulled from another world by the Sun himself.

The flower girl amused herself with chasing clouds and birds for what felt like hours before she even registered the slight dip in temperature, the sweet smell of rain on the wind, and the charge of electricity in the air.  She hadn’t realized just how far she’d wandered - alone out in the plains.  The filly whirled in an instant, her spindly legs pumping, chasing her own reflection back in the direction of her own hoofprints.  The rain fell in sheets across her back, the reflective puddles grew larger and the images warped, but the flower child felt no fear as she streaked across the expanse.

The rain finally began to relent and the child could make out two figures - both roughly the same size.  And one of those figures was instantly recognizable as her sister, bringing a bright smile to the soaked filly’s face.  The girl’s pace did not slow, but evolved into something a hundred times more jovial as she made her way to her sister’s side, curious as to what had drawn her attention.  Clementine didn’t recognize the other girl, but offered the girl a smile as well, before bumping her nose against her twin’s shoulder as she peeked around her side.

“Oooh,” the flower girl murmured, in awe of her sister’s discovery.  An Egg!  Clem had seen a companion egg hatch once before. Maybe this one was Melita’s.  “What do you think it’s going to be? Do you think there’s a dragon like Mama’s in there?”  Clem’s words came in a rush, though she knew that other creatures hatched from eggs - she’d seen it.  The sunshine girl practically quivered with excitement at the egg began to hatch, and her eyes flickered to the other girl for a moment. “It’s okay! It’s hatching! We get to see what it is!” Clem said, quietly, but utterly unable to contain her excitement.  

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Melita Posts: 35
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16 :: Newborn - Birdsong
Sila :: Plain Zephyr :: Wakiya Heather
#4
There was naught but the sound of sparks and electricity beating, surging, thudding, and drumming through her ears, through her frame, through her soul; and it stung and sang to her all at once, like a vivid dream she’d had once upon a time, or a perfect illusion cast by mirrors and enchantments. She couldn’t pull away from the distortion, from the madness, pressing closer and closer until she was enshrouded in the menagerie, in the chaos, in the discordance. Her eyes widened, taking in each and every crack, every tremor, every great, brilliant gesture from whatever happened to be fighting its way to the light, and she nearly erupted into bliss, into euphoria, trying to cheer it on through silence and awe.

Someone else approached, unfamiliar, another stranger from a world of unfamiliarity, and the honeybee child grinned, caught in the flames and waiting for someone else to join her. Maybe it fell from the sky, the other filly said, and in her strange haze, daze, and trance, Melita finally glanced towards the heavens, the fading clouds that had echoed and blistered and corrupted mere moments ago, dropping rain and power down to earth (and she wondered if this was it too – a representation of their might and dominion, of their supremacy amidst living, breathing beings). “Maybe!” She chirped, as if she couldn’t give it any more thought or reflection, heart racing, body humming, built into the foundation of this scintillating crescendo, spirit lifted, essence fulfilled, reaching out, almost touching the crackling orb, almost stunned and burned by its thundering, jarring motions. She heard the girl whisper oh no, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong at all – just an influence of dominion and wonder, and she let herself be led further into the embers, into the coals, into the rush -

Then there was Clementine, all sweet smells and connections, another half to her whole, and she released a tiny breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, bumping her maw into her twin’s shoulder in return. “Hatching,” was her first murmur, gaze falling back to the fissures, fractures, and ruptures growing wider, bigger, splitting apart the precious electrical trilling. Truthfully, she had no idea what the creature encased within was going to be – intrigued again, pondering over their mother’s beautiful white dragon (trustworthy, protective A’mal) – or even if this was to be hers, granted by storms and fortune.

Everything seemed to erupt immediately after – her mind was carved into two spinning facets, layered and lacquered by a chiseled, clutching hum – because the shell finally broke apart, one last piece flickering to the soil, and there, in the midst of it all was an incandescent little thing. It squawked, golden and bright, like a blinding glimpse of lightning, of sparks in the sky, of flares, glimmers, and vestiges – wet feathers and glinting edges. Melita tilted her head, and they stared at one another, completely, utterly entranced. “This doesn’t look like a dragon,” the child finally said – confused, befuddled, and suddenly fulfilled.


Melita
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@Akeli @Clementine

Akeli Posts: 13
Outcast
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 2 Seasons (Ages in Birdsong)
Gremlin :: Common Genet :: None Noella
#5
akeli
Another girl dances into the scene and makes the duo a trio. Akeli looks and smiles and nods, and can’t help but draw in a deep inhale, savoring the unusual scene of citrus that radiated off of the girl. Perhaps it was the flower crown she wore? Because that was really pretty, and Akeli wonders if she made it or found it, because she wanted one for herself. But instead she turns her eyes back to the egg and the pegasus filly.

Well, duh, it’s hatching, she wanted to say to herself. Just because an egg is broken doesn’t mean it’s wrecked. Besides, Akeli really doesn’t know much about eggs at all. She settles back, trying to contain herself. But then the girls, who she can know assume are sisters, begin talking about dragons. “Your mom has a dragon? Her golden eyes are wide, and she turns them back to the egg, hoping that this was a dragon too, because she had never seen a dragon before.

But the first girl still stands frozen, and as the sparkling shards fall from the prize, the hybrid girl tips her head to the side, nostrils flared as she tried to take in the scent. It smells like a lightening strike, and though she had never seen anything exactly like it, it certainly didn’t look like what she had always imagined a dragon to be. She doesn’t notice how the girl’s spirit was suddenly shared, soul bound to another’s, heart ebbing and flowing to capture the companion’s beat. It was something beautiful and perfect, but Akeli can’t possibly fathom the true magnitude of the experience. Perhaps some day she will know the same joy, the same love and kinship as this, but for now she smiles and looks at the new bonded. “It’s cute, in a weird kinda way. Maybe you could try to keep it warm? It’s chilly out here, plus it’s all wet.” She takes a small step back, giving the new baby thing some space for its first few breaths.

She nudges the equine girl with her wing, hoping the other girl is sharing in the excitement. “This is so exciting!” She trills, too happy for her new friend to feel even the smallest amount of jealousy.

The universe began
with our eyes closed
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@Clementine @Melita ~
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Clementine Posts: 9
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: Newborn (Birdsong)
Prudence :: Blue Jay :: None Kiki
#6

"there's nothing you can do that can't be done
nothing you can sing that can't be sung"

Clementine watched with wide eyes as the cracks on the delicate eggshell widened, splitting the smooth surface light lightning split the sky.  The girl nearly vibrated with excitement for her sister, for she had some semblance of understanding of what the presence of this egg meant.  Clementine knew that her mother’s dragon was important to her.  She had heard things muttered like soul bond but she didn’t really know the significance of such a thing.  But now?  Now her sister surely would know - and obviously she would tell her!

Talk of dragons easily captures Clem’s attention. “Our Mama has a white dragon named A’mal. She’s funny. Maybe you can meet her sometime!” the orange girl trilled, happily, to the other winged girl who she’d already accepted as friend.

“Nope,” the flower girl murmured, with a theatrical shake of her head, “That’s definitely not a dragon.”

“It’s a...bird?” she asked, cocking her head, not confident at all in her answer.   “It’s so pretty! Oh and it has wings! It will be able to fly just like you!” the flower child trilled, pressing closer to her sister.  A wide smile tugs at her lips, only wavering when the other girl spoke of coldness.  She felt foolish for not thinking of it sooner!   “Oh, you’re right it is kind of chilly! Should we do anything?” She said, toeing the sand restlessly and wearing a small frown.  But soon the excitement in her belly chases away any of the hesitation, and her eyes light up again as she looks to the other girl.

“Maybe there’s eggs out there for us too!” Clementine whispered, conspiratorially, to the girl, making clear not to steal Melita’s thunder - she was genuinely happy for her sister.  The flower girl wasn’t one prone to jealousy.

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Melita Posts: 35
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16 :: Newborn - Birdsong
Sila :: Plain Zephyr :: Wakiya Heather
#7
There was something else, within her, beside her, and for a few, scarce, trifle seconds, she was terrified. It glistened, warmed, a compassionate, gentle embrace, but it was inside her frame; and she was no longer alone, sharing feelings, sentiments, curiosities, excitements, and apprehensions, and the entire perception was an explosion in her chest. But she reached out too, because this child sometimes had more boldness than sense, whispering into the strange, altering abyss, silent on the outside, inwardly hushed, ensnared, and secretly enthralled. Is that you? she pressed, questioned through the flickering haze, and her eyes watched as the tiny, cherubic bird nodded just the once – and Melita loosened the breath she was holding.

She had never really understood her mother’s bond with the special, ivory dragon. A’mal had always been more than a pet – nurturing, protective, a confidant, but now she could comprehend how and why. They were connected, bonded through emotions and wavelengths, capable of assimilating between the pair – inaudible and soundless (something Melita had never been), conducting actions with the greatest of ease.

Now she had the same.

It made her almost weep. She giggled instead, muffled her content, buoyant, happy laughter, the terror gone, the horror stripped away, every jovial notion bounding into her core, lifted, aloft, ignited, a passionate, zealous, ardent tribute to the fervent being clutched and shivering in front of her. The girl still had no idea what the beast was, but it didn’t matter. She (somehow, she knew, on instinct, on premonition, that she was joined by another of the feminine discord, and they’d wreak so much havoc together) was hers.

The others talked, and she listened, scarcely, curling into the babe, feeling the little life glowing, sparking, against her chest and forelegs as she wrapped her head over its diminutive figure. “I can keep her warm,” she promised, nodding briefly to Akeli for her incredible insight and forethought; blessed in so many significant ways (for newfound friends who knew just what to do, for sisters who assisted and delighted – fathomed the thing with feathers and electric waves was a bird).

“We’ll have to ask mother,” Melita conspired, grinning at Clementine, at Akeli, presuming their golden dam was cognizant of anything and everything, even unknown creatures dropped from storms. Then, quieter, a hush suddenly fallen over her, as if everything were wrapped up in this pivotal decree, her eyes dipped to stare at the blue eyes fastened on her – like the sky, like the ocean, like potency and precision. “I'll name her Sila.”

She nodded, confirmed the calling with a stroke of her head, with the soft, dulcet touch of her maw upon the wet, baby down on the child’s crown, and sighed, completely content. To the others though, for she wouldn’t ignore them, out there in the pools and mirrors, she directed another beaming smile, pondering over how nature preserved other little ones, crackling and waiting. “Perhaps you can go see!” She encouraged them to wander, to be as lucky as she, extending her muzzle into the various directions, across the mighty plains, where they could stumble upon fortune too.


Melita
let me live that fantasy
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@Akeli @Clementine

Akeli Posts: 13
Outcast
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 2 Seasons (Ages in Birdsong)
Gremlin :: Common Genet :: None Noella
#8
akeli
She watches, enthralled, golden eyes glancing between the sisters, down to the beautiful chick. She feels happiness bloom within her chest, and the giggle that escapes the pegasus filly is enchanting, contagious. She thinks of Eytan, and wonders if Ktulu giggled like that when she found her bear. A little snort escapes her, a happy noise, as she thinks of such a ridiculous thing.

“That’s a beautiful name!” she exclaims, nodding her head exuberantly. She looks to the orange-scented filly and smiles again, this nod less conspicuous. We will! I’m sure there are plenty more eggs out there! This one wasn’t meant for us, but look how happy she is! We’ll be happy like that one day, too!” Her words are hushed, but excited.

An invitation is extended, to go, to travel, to adventure, and Akeli claps her wings against her sides excitedly. She follows the girl’s muzzle, looking out across the edges of forever, knowing that the world is big and full of so much wonder. She knows she needs to head home towards Ktulu, and hopes that the day comes sooner rather than later, but who knows then that moment may be?

text“I need to go home now,” she chirps, smiling at her new friends, “But I’m sure we’ll meet again! My name is Akeli, and it is wonderful to meet you both! Enjoy Sila, she will be a wonderful friend!” With that she leaps away, lanky legs carrying her across the wet landscape, water splashing against her. The wind tousles her mane, and she cannot wait to see what the world holds.

Adventure is out there, and she is determined to find it.
The universe began
with our eyes closed
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@Clementine @Melita ~
Terrible post, but I just wanted to put up some closure! See your kiddos in the rift!
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