| World's Edge Nurse |
| Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9 |
| Adoptable |
The sky is falling.
It is a night sky of combed black velvet, ever so clean and pristine, with a white button of the moon cutting through the ebony stitching, and speckles of bright white, pale purple, and gilded gold dusted over it. It is a very crisp, sharp sky, but there is no division between land and heavens right now.
The sky is falling.
Tor cannot hear a whisper or squeak or a shrill creak as the foundations give way, she can only see the white dust exploding up at the corners of her vision as it falls towards earth. She is certain it is falling, as the stars come so quickly downwards, shooting to hit the planet with an almighty scream of power to smash and destruct. It had been stupid of her, she would admit, doing as she had, and taking experimental mushrooms. In fact, the act had been questionable- had she, perhaps, already had taken mushrooms that had thrown her into this dazzling, startlingly real vision?
Hooves shifted over the silver-gilded earth, for it was indeed night. It was a poor choice of her, eating the subtly glowing white mushrooms by the cliff, for maybe she was falling towards the ocean reflecting the night and so the vision was real. Poor choice indeed. But Tor, although she is not lucid enough to be aware of it, has in fact wandered in land, and now she stares at the pool that only last night Lace was gazing into while he crafted a terribly beautiful piece of work.
The trees rustle around her, leaves twisting, and the branches become black hands reaching out to her, stroking her mane, as pink and white petals stir, buds of light. They glow startlingly in the night, and the draft stares, wide-eyed, at them in amazement and curiosity as they emit a rose glow. Pieces of grass, outlined in fine silver, suddenly leap from the ground in the next breath of wind, swirling around her in a story of gray and night, but she feels nothing touching her coat, and guesses these are part of her dream.
Next comes Lace stepping out of the forest, but this isn’t Lace. Or is it? His eyes are purple, his face is free of cobwebs, and spiders crawl from his legs. She steps back, shaken. Imagination working overtime, he disappears in a cloud of smoke, to be replaced by the beautiful mare she had seen at this very pool. Yseulte, although Tor did not have a name to put to the slender figure. Again, this vision disappeared, and there was only laughter in Tor’s wildly twisting ears.
Flocks of birds settled on black branches, their beaks metallic, their eyes of gold staring greedily at her. But they were only pieces of the imagination thrown into powerful ability. Fog and smoke twisted and twined around the clearing, until Tor could only hear her breathing, everything else muffled by a thick cloak. A lesser would have panicked, but knowing this was only induced by her stupidity, she remained stock-still, praying the Earth God, or Moon God, or anyone, would let the drugs of this unknown fungi pass quickly.
"talk talk talk talk "
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TOR
just because i trust everyone does not mean i'm a fool.
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slime-stock | Burtn | Tay-Studios
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
| World's Edge Nurse |
| Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9 |
| Adoptable |
I see you guys all reading this...
Nobody wants to play with a high Tor?
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
| World's Edge Moon Advocate |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.2 :: 15 Buff: NOVICE |
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Kali :: Common Griffin :: Draining Clutch
Charks |
[ ooc || We're all in the midst of finals and going home and dying from exhaustion. Someone will reply when they get a chance. I was planning on it, when I have a minute, but yeah. Be patient ^^ ]
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away
He wandered silently. Since joining the Edge, he has yet to patrol, to learn the land in which he has promised to protect. So that is what he does tonight. He moved silently, his ears swiveling, mind rewinding memories to play again. Lately, his favorite is when he met the grulla stud and his ivory dragon companion. Lace was kind to the demon-looking unicorn. He brought to Maldecir's attention the unspeakable acts in which his species had performed. Shaking his head, he felt his blood start to boil when he thought of what the unicorns had fallen to.
A snap of a twig caught his attention. The pale horse lifted his head and started to trot towards the sound. His black eyes searched the darkened forest until they caught the movement of a draft-built mare. Nickering to catch her attention, he stopped to let her notice him. His blood markings might spook her.
She was acting funny. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow, trying to figure out why she was acting like that, like she was...high. "Uh, hello? Are you ok?"
Word Count: 183
OOC:
"speech"
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| World's Edge Nurse |
| Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9 |
| Adoptable |
Tor snorted, shifting her weight to peer closer at the butterflies taking residence on her large rump. She stared, goggle-eyed, at them until a voice shattered them into a thousand diamonds each. The shining jewels cracked on the forest floor, melted away into the earth, and startled, she turned towards a fire-haired demon staring at her. Maldecir- but his mane was dripping blood and his horn was a pillar of flame on his head. If not for her faint knowledge of the magical mushrooms she had so foolishly eaten, things may have been different, but she snorted again.
"No, I'm not really okay, demon-horse." The normally level-headed mare snapped. "A note of warning- don't eat mysterious white glowing fungi, unless you want to induce hallucinations. What's your name?"
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TOR
just because i trust everyone does not mean i'm a fool.
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slime-stock | Burtn | Tay-Studios
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away
He tilted his head. The mare seemed infatuated with something on her back end. Shifting his weight so he can peer around her head, he didn't see anything on her. His voice seemed to reach her and she shot him a look. He couldn't really put a word to it. Kind of a cross between mad, confused and amused. Her voice held an edge of annoyance as she answered his question.
"Well, my name is Maldecir." His thick, spanish accent flowed smoother as he pronounced his name. His english was scattered, but when he spoke in his native tongue, his deep, quiet voice was almost romantic. White fungi? Where on earth did the draft mare find glowing mushrooms? An amused smile tried to play on his lips, but he did his best to hide it. Hallucinations are not funny, but he knew that the Edge's inhabitants are normally nice. The mare's reaction to the plant seemed to play with her mind.
Unless the mare isn't from the Edge. A serious look crossed his features. His protector stance kicked in and he straightened to his full height of 16 some hands. "Are your from the Edge?" He kept his voice leval and respectful. No need to cause a confrontation.
Word Count: 208
OOC:
"speech"
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| World's Edge Nurse |
| Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9 |
| Adoptable |
What sort of name is Maldecir?! Well then again, you are named like a boy. "Mmm nice name. I'm Tor." The mare replied a few minutes later, distracted by the glowing fairies dancing in the trees. Everything was a little golden and rosey, maybe a bit purple too.
Her ears flattened just a touch as the horse straightened himself, not trying to appear intimidating exactly, but clearly wanting to get some sort of point across. "I'm... a friend of Mirage's, I think. I'm something of a friend with Lace your glazier. I don't intend any harm. I believe Mirage said that I'm welcome here..." Tor's voice trailed off unhappily, thinking of Lace and whatnot.
She shook her head, but the world only spun more, the fairies flitting closer.
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TOR
just because i trust everyone does not mean i'm a fool.
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slime-stock | Burtn | Tay-Studios
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away
Stretching his neck out, a worried look crossed his face. "Do you want me to take you to a healer? I'm sure if Lace said that you are welcome here, then you are." He hasn't met Mirage yet, but he trusted Lace. Pulling back, he waited for the girl to pull her eyes away from whatever she saw in the trees and pin them on him.
She shook, and tumbled to and fro. Apparently those mushrooms had a negative effect that wasn't restricted to hallucinations. Taking a step forward, he made sure that she didn't fall. "Come, Tor. Let me escort you into the Edge. The forest might prove too much for you right now on your own." Taking another step forward, he waited for the mare to either accept or decline his offer. He hoped that she would accept. He is unfamiliar with any mushroom in the area, so he can't really help her except get her somewhere safe.
OOC:
"speech"
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| World's Edge Nurse |
| Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9 |
| Adoptable |
He was nice at least. Polite and cordial, just as Lace had been even when he had not returned Tor's love affection in the way she had so dearly hoped he would. Maybe if we get to know each other better. Ha! Good riddance! She didn't care for him anymore. But her heart squeezed in her broad chest, and she sniffed quietly. Don't think like that Tor. Leave those thoughts be. But she did regret her declaration of love for him. Hardly knowing him. Hardly... Now she needed to respond before she got completely lost in her heartache.
"No, Mal, it's alright. I'm a healer myself, and I'm sure the effects will pass within a day or two." She sighed, eyes dropping to the ground in guilt. "But I will come with you, if just to rest. I don't really want to see Lace right now... some stuff happened between us." And now she was about to cry. Great.
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TOR
just because i trust everyone does not mean i'm a fool.
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slime-stock | Burtn | Tay-Studios
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 8 |
| imi |
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"For one so gentle you speak a little sharply, Lady Tor"
The voice was of a gentleman, said lightly and with courtesy. His silent bonded off hunting, a plague on his mind but one to trouble himself with later, for now he wanted to know what was wrong with his friend. Earlier on, Torasin had been drifting through the mists on his routine check up. Something he had taken up whilst Mirage had been stolen by the hoard of unicorns to the North. He felt that she would want this, for him to keep her beloved herd and home safe. To not come trailing after her, for the Queen of shadows and dragons must know, he was not best suited for fighting. He was more like... The mare in front of him on this day. A healer with a mind to save lives. Yet the golden boy sensed displeasure radiating from the femme who he considered to be his equal, and thoroughly enjoyed her company. So it worried him to see Tor this way, soft is his heart and so full of kindness.
A flap of wings sounded the arrival of Kiba, his brown landed neatly on his rump and chirped cheerfully to the pair. Torasin nodding at Maldecir who he recognized as the red haired steed Lace had brought back with him. Surely a respectable fellow, and Torasin felt a pang of sympathy for the poor boy seemed to have bore the brunt of Tor's mood. Yet he still maintained a friendly posture. Green pools fell to the mushrooms and then back to Tor, a face questionable with hints of surprise. He knew of her knowledge, she must of known their properties, so why did she take them and for what reason did she sadden at the mention of Lace. A stallion of great means who would mean no other any harm. Maybe it was something he shouldn't delve into and instead he kindly walked towards her.
"I'm not sure what's troubling you, nor do I intend to intrude on your privacy ma'am. At least, let me purge the poison from your blood with my healing gift?" Soft eyes gazed at her, his stance one of welcoming and serene calm whilst Kiba took to cleaning his claws from his hunt. Something in the eyes of the paint mare told Torasin she was hurting, but it was something so intimate he dared not ask. For none knew the hardship of love better than he did, two lovers dead and Mirage who he loved so deeply it was almost unfathomable, chose a much more suited lover than himself. There had been a few times when Torasin had questioned his existence and the purpose fate had set before him.
one should speak kindly and with compassion
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