 [OOC: First Huyana and Lena, then the rest of you <3]
The sun was burning still, though it was reclining to the west, it couldn’t conceal the havoc below. As the dwarven stallion made his way across the Edge, ash whirled up at his every step. It tore at his heartstrings, seeing the land like this, even if he knew it would regrow. It would take years for the dense forest to return, winters would be harsh here, on the bare shoulder of Helovia. Aurelius, being a hardy creature, did not worry for himself, but for the more delicately dressed of his comrades. Where he had been born, winters howled for months on end and the icy wind turned everything into crystals; it was what he was bred for, but he had never quite learned to go for weeks without food, struggling through snow that went up past his haunches. The cold had made the land hard, and its inhabitants harder – he never missed it for one minute.
Shaking his head as ash got into his nostrils, he snorted before coming to a halt a distance from the edge. The Endless Blue was stretching as far as the eye could reach, therefore the name, overwhelming in size and power. Aury liked to look out at it, as he had when he had been a colt in his homeland. There was something mesmerizing about it, how it always changed, never two days the same. Today, the bright blue reflected the sunlight, sending it dancing across its rippled surface. Turning away from it, Aurelius directed his attention to his followers. His meandering through the Threshold had granted him with not one, but two new members for the Edge, and he was eager to show them their new home… Well, what was left of it, at least.
The two femmes were both beautiful creatures, but that was just about where their similarities ended. One was Lena, a ray of sunlight, embodiment of everything good and positive in life. The little one was stunned at her seemingly unbending belief in the good in everyone, and the way he couldn’t help but feel relished every time he was near her. The other was a different matter; the blue fae had captivated him, but for other reasons. She had called him Giant, laughed softly at his fussing over her wounds, and when he looked in her eyes, he felt agony. He knew damn well it sounded silly, for she was of course towering above him, but he felt a need to protect her. It was these two that he had invited to share his home, and to his great pleasure, both of them had accepted. His mismatched optics were glistening as he threw his head back to release a call to the remnants of the herd, so they would come and give the girls a proper welcome. |
Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
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07-02-2012, 06:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2012, 10:37 AM by Lena.)
Lena
by that sin fell the angels
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Elation poured through her veins, strung together in haphazard, feverish euphoria. It begged for release, taut and tense, zealous, exotic tendrils of rapture, glee, and delight. Like a child, she was a dancing fool, clinging to the drifting wind with amplified relish, sinking into the weight of existence with a light heart, and not the snatching perils of wreckage. The ardor pervaded her elegant movements, made limbs arch higher, ensured carriage was swifter, proclaimed nymph motions in the day’s sultry swing behind Aurelius’s sure-footed, broad steps. For all her faults, flaws, and imperfections, the youth was finally finding another shelter, a home. Another traversed with them too, cerulean and silver, etched in a pattern of unmistakeable mist, claimed from withering thresholds, about to embark on her own journey. It dazzled Lena, drew awe from her breath – that she would be allowed this second chance, not in the traces of damnation, but in the glorious sinew of hope – her soul was touched, devoted and inspired from the possibility of tranquility, the essence of virtue, the quintessence of morality softly ensconced within a terrain. But when they arrived, serenity was not in place.
Her imagination had courted and conjured winding, secretive glades with the sun’s beams a luminescent splendor, endless boughs reaching toward the heavens. She had dreamed of broad leaves sheltering vivid, colorful bodies from the heat, long wavering grasses tickling knees, shadows drifting overhead that did not whisper heated, scandalous secrets, but mere promises of delight. She had thought of spring storms with their heavy rain, mist surrounding a verdant stretch of hills and cliffs like an abysmal moor, and they could all get lost in the enigma of fog. She had surmised dwindling evenings by the shore, sunsets lighting the sea into an array of grand hues – splendor, opulence, lavished across the land. When the moon arrived, they would all waltz across the high-rising dunes, taste the salty brine, cackle with the soaring gulls. In the depths of winter they would bow their heads in the thick, graceful forest, smell of pine amidst the rapturous, glittering splendor of snowfall, move like flakes in the wind, huddle together when the chill haunted even the thickest of coats. The possibilities of a home had reawakened her mind to the whimsical hymns of her fantasies, the regal, noble, cherished moments that she had always hoped to obtain. What she saw here only evoked heartache.
Dreams had not come true. Her voice became a tuneless march, layered and torn from her mouth just to rid the world of the overbearing silence. "Oh.” The assured forest had become a fire’s marionette, charred, burned, and destroyed. Devastation rancorously spilled from each hollowed threshold, lofty corridors of ash, soot and grime, gangly passages of broken, withering limbs. Havoc dripped like a delicate, searing poison, decaying the earth with a scathing, simmering cruelty, malice and vehemence festering in yesterday’s wholesome, brilliant life. Like a monster clawing through bracken, the wrecked portal had suffered from a senseless travesty and tragedy, shattered, cracked, split into columns of barely standing pillars, toppled giants and decrepit heralds. It was the demise of resplendence, majesty and magnificence left with naught but an empty, fractured scar screaming in its wake. There, before her eyes, was only an anguished, grim sign of sinister upheaval, of callous mutiny, violent insurrection, a beating, crashing intensity of contempt. And she, another child of ruin, didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know where to direct her anger, this mottled, ugly, horrendous thing coiled inside of her, and she didn’t know where to place her grief, this newcomer’s hope, while dismayed and distorted, could not possibly measure a herd member’s fury, ire, and sorrow. Who could do such a thing? What layer of brutality do we hold here? Her posture conveyed her sentiments, like a broken bird she contorted her head neatly downward, eyes settling on a piece of ash that had been tossed by the hot, sickening wind and now laid at her feet, withdrawn and aloof. She was not disappointed in the destruction of her illuminations, but by the raw, brazen mayhem spread across a once strong land. Her voice stirred again, stronger than the first, and as her visage was raised towards Aurelius, an air of defiance rippled, silken, across her features. The strong, beautiful definition was not marred, but ever more vivid, as her eyes glanced towards the mottled bits of tarnished embers and wondered how to restore it. "What happened?”
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07-02-2012, 10:17 AM
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She follows Giant, silent as raindrops on glass. Ashes swirl in the air; black motes on a world of grey. Too familiar, the rainchild thinks sadly, blue eyes downcast. Destruction is inevitable, my sweetling, and there is no righteous thing you can do to stop its course. This had been a great forest once, she can smell the sweet scent of incinerated pine needles, so familiar, another ache; but she would be brave, at least for now, ignoring the sting of half-healed scabs along her hide, rippling like a low tide. But there are shades of cyan and cerulean in the distance, sparkling and glorious below the slowly setting sun.
Giant's sadness is almost palpable in the air, she can almost taste it. From one ruined home to another, she thinks cynically, eyeing the dips in the volatile ash the stallion's hooves made, causing flakes of jet to flurry aimlessly behind him, like dirty specks of snow. There is another mare with them, a pretty blood bay with a twisted black horn. She had seemed so happy on their trek from dark forest, but it had drained out of her when they reached the charred remains of home. Huyana cannot help but feel the sorrow as well, sad eyes gazing at Lena, the very color of the distant ocean which loomed in the distance, an old friend. They continue on, and black legs are only further darkened by the char, cloven hooves digging into the odd dry footing, like some strange version of sand. Soot clings to the pale slate of her fur like lost children depraved of mother.
Far away, the mare can see the sickly green heads of pine trees, peaking above the desolate charcoal like sullen beacons of whatever life there is left in them. At least there is the sea, and it is there her heart lies, within those tumultuous depths, kissed by curious fish and tumbling through fronds of algae, never lost, although never quite found. This is a temperate sea, with a coniferous forest, so unlike the warm tropical beaches which had been populated by palm trees, her home for far too many years. Bitterness rises in her throat like brine in the mouth of a drowned man, her past home had been scorched as well, beaten beyond recognition by those white half-gods, demons with tongues of silver and arms of steel which beckoned you to come close, only to trap you, holding your throat until your lips become blue and your eyes glaze over. She is glad they are long dead.
A shudder passes through her sterling body, swarthy limbs mechanical in precision as they follow the other two. Vast ocean expands before them and Giant turns back, kind mismatched eyes finding the eyes of his wards, gentle brown and melancholy blue, mahogany bay and ashen peppered roan. Rainchild manages a faint smile in return, a tremulous thing, too doleful to be true.
She has not told them her name.
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
"I hope he warned you of the mess before he invited you," said a voice filled with dry humor. A wraith in the remains of the charred section of the forest disentangled itself, pristine white streaked gray with soot and ash; sweat had run down his sides and legs, leaving paler streaks in the mask of gray. Masochistic as he seemed to be, Mauja had wandered the ruined parts of the forest, as if still disbelieving, not quite understanding that it was.. gone. This was just the outskirts of the destruction, a little deeper in was the heart where the Sun himself had stood and the pillar of fire had thrust itself skywards. Then the ravaged parts fanned out, near circular, and faded into a mockery of the forest's former glory, trees bare and thirsty, pleading. From here, it was hard to see, but more than he had guessed of the forest still stood as it had before their visit. That was some small consolation, at least, and if they just found out what to do against the Sun, it would all get better, right?
Mauja's pale eyes, cold but not unkind in their shade, took in the short stallion. While he didn't look like much, he turned out to be more of an asset than previously thought; in such a short time he'd dragged home not only one but two mares - in the same stroke! It pleased the frosty King, and his gaze swept on from him onto the mares themselves; one was a blood bay to match d'Artagnan, twisted black horn upon her forehead, the other a blue roan with a smooth, straight horn. Both were beautiful, tinged with sadness when they saw the ruins. Striding up to them, he gave Aurelius a nod of recognition and thanks - he often said with gestures what his mouth did not - and placed himself beside the short stallion who, if possible, looked even shorter next to tall Mauja. "Not all of it is this bad, actually. The Sun God burned down this part and a little more, but beyond that, it's alright - dry as something aspiring to be a desert, but..." He glanced at the sky. "I hope his siblings will get him under control soon." He sighed, then smiled and shook his head. Quite the rambler, eh?
"Hm, where are my manners?" He laughed, a sound soft like newly fallen snow. "Welcome to the Edge, ladies. I am Mauja. And, you?" His head inclined a fraction, soft forelock sliding across his forehead; Aurelius had judged them worthy to share their home, but he would prefer to have their names. Still, if the King himself - though they hardly knew he was, since he hadn't told them, unless his pseudo-goat had mentioned him by name - showed up and said welcome it boded well. Unless they pitched a fit and flew at his face he'd hardly turn them down, for all unicorns were welcome here, as long as they didn't work against their own species. It was a long time since someone had brought others to his doorstep for him to inspect, and it sent a thrill of excitement through him; expectantly his eyes shifted between the pair, waiting for their names, and what else they might choose to tell him.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
If he could have shown them the Edge in all its former glory, he gladly would have. Aury did feel a bit like a scumbag for bringing them here, but there were still parts of the land that hadn’t been scorched, and those could be as good as any place in the current weather. Following a great fire, usually everything would grow back tenfold, thanks to the fertilizing ashes; the dwarven steed was looking forward to that. For now, this was the best he could offer, and he sent Lena a reassuring smile, hoping to erase the worry from her pretty face. The dove had been strolling behind him this whole time, and the contrast between their two figures was hilarious at best. "I hope you are not too disappointed, lady Lena," he said, touching his muzzle to her shoulder gently. "The God of the Sun has gone out of control, leaving all of Helovia in terrible heat and drought. He came to The Edge, because these are the lands of his sister, the Moon Goddess, and he set us on fire to hurt her. Luckily, though some were severely hurt, no lives were lost in the flames," he said, shivering almost unnoticeably. His own fur had only just started growing back on his seared hide, leaving him looking shaggier than ever.
His small skull rises as eyes peer over at the blue dove behind them. There was something very mysterious about her, and it immediately sparked his interest. Stepping over, he gently let his muzzle swipe over her nape, at least over the part he could reach. He had so many questions for her, so much he yearned to know the answer to, but it would have to wait. Hopefully, now that they were bound to the same place, the opportunity would arrive for him to speak with her alone. Before any of the others arrived, however, he had one thing that he had to learn the answer to. "M’lady, are you going to tell me your name? Or would you rather laugh your pretty laugh when I am made a fool of by the others?" he hummed, eyes holding a lively spark as he looked into her blue depths, smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. The Imp didn’t want to think about destruction, fire and hurt anymore; it had taken up far too much of his life already, and he was growing weary.
Just then, the pale figure of their liege joined the gathering, playing one of his little jests. Taking a step back from the blue mare, Aurelius diverted his attention to the frosted leader. A kind, patient smile appeared on Aurelius’ face, nodding back respectfully at Mauja’s recognition. He could not help but feel a little proud, he was only male after all; bringing home two such beauties would have to give some points somewhere. The fact that Mauja decided to stand right next to him wouldn’t normally bother him, but he didn’t care to look any shorter in front of the girls. Straightening up, he fell silent at the other stag spoke, welcoming both of the femmes to their new home. Aury kept his mouth shut, knowing the two could very well introduce themselves. His tail flicked as a pair of bloodflies had settled on his rump, splashing soot upon his chocolate hide. At least he didn’t look quite as grimy as Mauja, at least he didn’t hope so; it had been a long time since he had glanced at his reflection. He didn’t usually care, but suddenly that seemed to have changed. |
Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire
Heather |
There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
The dusky hues of charred remains hung like a filmy veil, no longer a scorching cacophony of terror and horror, but a quiet, haunting juncture of blight; silver scar. She drew her eyes to the vast scenery beyond, but always saw that poignant piece of ruptured, ravaged greenery. A sad, tattered, melancholy edge to an otherwise beautiful realm, an elegiac memory fostered into the hearts of those already blemished. But she dared to turn her attention away from it, allowed the enchantment, beguiling chords, of the land to seize her body in that warm, tender sensation of affiliation, fostered in the mind of a child and finally brought to life. She shifted her mind to focus on what was good, what had become of her recent trek, what could still be - even upon a land corrupted by cinders, there was something majestic, regal to behold. She was no longer alone, a wayfaring, wandering stranger, she would find splendor, grandeur, in the soothing, quieted depths of the Edge, and then, if she were truly, divinely lucky, for once in her short life she would belong. In that thread of thought, she mustered a smile, allowed her radiance to pour over what could have been a desolate meeting of minds. No more sorrow, no more sadness, no more talk of desolate severities. They would make do, they would heal, and they would start anew.
But, a voice rang out over the throng of their chatter, strong, confident, varnished with humor despite the grave circumstances surrounding the tarnished villa. She drew her noble head towards the sound, neat, fine ears swiveling in the allure, gaze taking in the muscular frame of a colossal, soot-ed stallion. His vocals ensued command, authority, mastery over the domain – ah, this could only be the monarch of the realm. Content with this information, she listened to the inflections in his voice, the allowance of laughter brimming amongst the crowd. Had this calamity been accepted then, sanctioned, and recognized? Were they content? Was he, the ruler, untroubled by the vexation of Gods? Or would they fight back, become willing pariahs against immoral, immortal souls? She furrowed her brow, appearing deep in thought due to his contributions to their conversation, then resurfaced from the plain of notions with another illuminating grin. As he grew closer to their gathered area, and towering even more over dear, sweet Aurelius, Lena tilted her cranium, studied the spots along his coat, underneath the murky stains of old, dying embers. Swiftly, she drew her muzzle against a smeared portion, catching the cinders along the soft, velvetine skin of her lips, giggling when they too blotched her hide. “Ah. There could be fine things under the ash too, I suppose.” She winked, assuring the leader that she was not disappointed – she was of the whimsical fairies and fineries, everything would work out from this blighted, hellion helm. He continued speaking, polite, cordial, and she placed her vocals just the same, testing his name along her tongue; dulcet, sweet, charming in the midst, mist, of distraught terrain. “A pleasure, Mauja. I’m Lena.” Light, rekindled, set aflame. She would glow far more than the fires in the splendor of friends and allies.
Aurelius too, gave oath to the vexations the Edge had faced: dueling deities, scathing and scorching, using citizens of realms for their fiendish rituals. But he didn’t despair either, despite that slight shiver her sharp eyes had caught, and so once more she pushed away the darkened threads of dismay. At his touch, she danced away, light, lithe movements, gave her own teasing nip at his furry withers, ensued forth the mellifluous, harpsichord opulence of her vocals once more. ”I could not be disappointed by such a land, Aurelius.” Her coquette motions, rapturous strings and soft petals returned to taunt the cerulean mare next, brushing against her side in a silly bump amongst and against shoulders. ”Oh yes, we must have something to call you!”
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Little dappled giant murmurs to the shaken, kindly mare with eyes that say forgive me. How can you forgive for something the world has thrown at you? She listens with only halfhearted interest as he explains the folly of some god or another, angered beyond relief and thirsting for vengeance. This is all too familiar to the girl blessed by rain, baptized by the light summer rain which swims in her eyes like sad fish in a stagnant pool as she looks at the pair. What good is piety when it causes more harm than relief?
Giant comes to comfort her, warm, soft muzzle touching the fine hair of her silver neck. She twists her head to ruffle his flaxen mane fondly, breathing in his smell of ash and forest, the musky undertones of stallion beneath the sweet breath of pine. They are all good smells; they remind her of home.
He wants to know her name, and she cannot help but smile wanly, meeting his gaze with feigned demure. "Give me one, Giant. Nicknames are far more personal than those given," she says gently, although there is a playful hint within that voice so much like raindrops.
The soot is indiscernible from her black legs, but it clings to the fine dark hairs, chafing and itching like midsummer gnats as she follows them like a newly weaned lamb, bleating for mother but curious of what lays beyond the fenceline. He comes, quiet as first snow; an ice angel clad with pale leopard. Blue eyes find themselves caught, like rain stuck between window panes. She has seen too many things to be breathless, but why is the air caught in her lungs?
Is this rainchild drowning in stale air?
Frozen King, she decides, forcing her gaze towards the distant ocean. He reminds her of winter, hopeless cold blizzards and serene, clear days with a blanket of snow and a blue, blue sky. The tall stately king (who also reminds her of so many others) also speaks of this Sun God with bitterness masked with humour.
He too asks for their callings and the dark bay answers promptly in a tone akin to fireflies and good things, warmth replacing sadness on her lovely face. Huyana cannot help but smile as well, nostrils quivering softly as Glow (for the pretty sparkle in her eyes and the radiance of her voice), turns to gaze at her as well. Blue roan remains mute, searching unsuccessfully for her voice. She looks at Giant, hoping he will answer for her - or maybe they will answer for themselves.
[eep, sorry this took forevah D:]
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
Aurelius fell silent at his approach, but gave him a smile. He returned it, briefly, kindness in his face; he might be one to silently ridicule his goat, but it was out of, well, love. Not that kind of love, but kinship-love. Y'know, no one messes with my brother but me? He, foolishly, trusted Aurelius to speak up if it ever bothered him, or if someone else bothered him. At the same time, he guessed the short stallion had his pride, too, but sometimes Mauja wanted to toss that concept off the edge. No one could do everything alone, even though the frosty King was certainly doing his best at it. He was torn about it; on one hand, he wanted to trust, to share that deep bond with some of his herd mates. On the other, trusting meant weakness, and if they should betray him, it would hurt all the deeper.
The bay mare, her eyes shining despite the destruction, came close enough to touch him - or was it the other way around? - and swept away a thin film of grime from his shoulder, baring a streak of startling white. Mauja smiled humorlessly for a moment, staring at it, before blinking. Warmth crept back into his eyes, replacing the void of bitterness, and he allowed himself a laugh at her gentle, teasing words. "Looks like it," he chuckled warmly. Lena, hm? She seemed a happy sort; too happy to hide darkness in her heart, but who knew? Kou was one happy mare too, and yet she held nothing but distaste for the other species, as it should be. The other mare, dark like thunder yet so liquid in her eyes, seemed more serene, demure even, like a cloud of rain on a fine summer's day, yet there was something beautiful in her eyes. He wondered about her past, how much agony she had felt and how much darkness she had witnessed, to look so at the world, while this other mare simply glowed, radiating joy. It seemed nearly simpleminded, but he thought he saw something sharp in her eyes, too.
"Pleasure's mine," he said with genuine warmth, and the attention shifted to the quiet, dark mare. He'd caught her earlier remark of wanting nicknames, a snatch of conversation on the wind, and now she was staring at Aurelius with pleading eyes. It tugged at his heart, this strange child (despite the obvious fact that she was grown, she felt like a child, but a dark one, with less innocence than Lena had) seeking to be saved by his herdmate - saved from giving her name, of being stared at when she answered them only with silence. Mauja allowed a heartbeat, two, three, several, to pass, then tilted his head again, something kind - fatherly, even - in his eyes, defying the natural chill of their color. "Don't worry," he murmured, taking half a step forward in an attempt to give her a reassuring muzzle-bump. He glanced at Lena; she was grown, too, but seemed so exude a youthful innocence, energetic and remarkably girly with her high-pitched giggles. This, however, was a child of the dark; he knew it not, but she'd been born and abandoned in a storm, nearly killed when not yet a day old, saved by her father and her mother's liegewoman. Of course, such a start in life did not foretell daisies and bunnies later on.
"Something to call you, hm?" he breathed the statement softly onto her velvet face, then took half a step backwards; he did not want to name her for all of them, for the name his heart had picked was relatively dark. He smiled, wryly, tasting it in his mouth but not speaking it aloud. In many ways it was similar to the name he'd given Deimos - myrkurdýr, and in truth they were similar in appearance, but his name had come unbidden to his tongue, slipping out once or twice on the first night he met him. This name... He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Nicknames are such personal things, but I know what I will call you; I'd hate to color the others' choices by telling it..." A small smile played on his face; as long as they were family, the ruin of the Edge could be borne without drowning in it. "What say you to that we all think of something, and say our choices once all have picked?" He aimed the question at her, at the one his mind had dubbed Nóttbarn for the darkness he saw in her eyes, haunting her smiles.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
She ruffles his mane and for a moment, he wishes they were alone, so that he could get to know her. The dwarven steed cares for her so much already, even though they are practically still strangers to each other, and he is surprised by this. Surely, he has always been fond of the ladies, but this is something entirely different. She speaks and he listens, kind eyes diverted to her face, a smile on his lips. He wants to see her smile, and the playfulness within her chords does not escape his attention. Aury breathes in her scent as well, and for a moment he pictures sweet summer rain, even though the lands have been parched for many a moon. "You’ll have to put up with it then, for my imagination is as dusty as the lands you stand upon," he answered, winking at her, but then interrupted at the arrival of Mauja before he can say anything more.
Introductions were made, Aury smiled as Lena greeted Mauja in an almost flirtatious manner. She was a beautiful, young, strong spirit, and the dwarf had no doubt that she would contribute positively to the Edge. There were enough gloomy faces here it seemed, the place could do with a little lightening up. He was relieved to hear that disappointment wasn’t an issue, for a moment he had felt like he had led them there on false pretenses; but he knew the land would recover, maybe even beyond its former grandeur. Her playful demeanor made him smile, playfully snapping back at her, all in good faith. Lena turned to the roan femme, and thought Aurelius hadn’t meant to, she had obviously picked up on what he had said to the nameless beauty.
The look she gives him is tearing at his insides, and he saves her before Mauja has a chance to speak. There was no way that he would leave her standing there, in distress. Within this shaggy exterior lives a true gentleman, I assure you. "Rán," he answers, humming softly. The goddess of the sea. His goddess. She was part of his family now, a family that he would never betray – for you see, even though the small stallion had left his true family on his own accord, he had remained loyal to them until the last day. This loyalty could sometimes hurt him, but he longed to have a bond of trust to someone else. Someone that would look to him instead of down on him; by joining the Edge, he felt that this was within his reach for the first time in an eternity.
As Mauja stepped close to Rán, Aury felt a pang of jealousy, but as always he kept a kind look of interest on his features. He didn’t want the pale steed so close to the roan fae, he wanted him to like her for sure, but nothing more than that. The dwarven steed suspected that Mauja too had been enchanted by her, and he could hardly blame him. In his former life, the imp had always been pushed aside the moment someone found interest in something he had set his eyes on first, and it wasn’t necessarily something he wanted to carry on into his new life. Still, Mauja was his king, the ruler of the realm. Aurelius quenched these thoughts entirely, keeping his little pokerface at all times, for he had already spoken her name. He couldn’t imagine having a thousand different nicknames as being entertaining, but of course it was up to Mauja what he wanted to do. The small steed looked to Lena, not wanting her to be left out, and he his smile widened as he looked upon her. "I was hoping more members of the herd would come and greet you, but I figure most of them are still recovering from the fire. No doubt you will see them around," he spoke, feeling an itch in his own healing burns, but ignoring it. His eyes slipped back to Rán, for he could hardly draw them away. |
Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire
Heather |
07-19-2012, 12:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2012, 02:27 PM by Lena.)
There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
As a child, Lena had named herself. Nobody else had bothered. She’d chosen letters from her parent’s callings, the sweeping ending syllables of Menle, the eternal brush of a in poetic petals from Semla, and then the beginning of her brother’s, Nestor, combining the sweeping turns into they formulated something coherent, lyrical, soft verse settled in stone. She’d tested it along her tongue, drank it in the scenery and breathed it against water, until it conjured into a lilting, euphonious herald – and despite the dubbing bearing no significance, no meaning, it was the first thing she could call her own, something no one else could take away from her. She wore the moniker with pride, even when her herd forgot it in the breadth of time, space and apathy.
She had erred somehow; of this, she was certain. Pressed too much, sought cheer where it was not welcome; kindled a flame that had already burned out. The distress lining the blue-coated mare caused the sienna an anguished heart, the humorless, vacant smile, begrudgingly present, from the frosted sovereign reminded her of many things she longed to forget – in response, she dimmed. How many times had she been elated, vivacious, where it was unwanted, tarnished, destroyed for the sake of other emotions? How many times had she captured bliss in a bottle and had it broken in front of her? How many times had she foolishly judged a situation and found herself amiss, ignorant and discarded? She lowered her bright features slightly, allowed her eyes to slip away from the scene and onto the searing horizon, quiet, muffled, distancing herself from the wrongs she’d committed. Even her head tipped in apology, dipped against grandeur, letting the halo slip and errant stare to dabble at the hooves of her herd. Was she already doomed – had she already devastated bridges, irked others, annoyed them until ultimately, they would no longer care for her presence, chase her away, drive her off? Careless in her buoyancy, in her eager, genuine smile, in her animated display, that she’d forgotten how many were not content with the irrepressible rapture of a lonely, hopeful soul. Experience should have hindered her motions, her nymph, coquette mischievousness, but foolishness, ardor, fervor had overwhelmed her thoughts, had secured an overwhelming bounty of fairy motions that were undesirable. She’d bothered her for a calling, and neglected, overlooked how important some secrets were, how closely guarded the roan kept her labyrinthine mysteries, how they could harm, hinder, scorch and pierce if unfurled to the masses, if not kept tight and locked away.
Lena slipped away when their eyes left her, when she had returned Aurelius’s light, teasing nips, and when attention reigned on the other mare – and she was infinitely sorrowful that she’d somehow ignited this behavior where it may not be aspired. Still soft and silken, her movements stroked against the barbs of ash and embers, brushed along brush, the bracken grime of a once precious glade. But beneath the coals, there could be something that prospered her forgiveness, that earned back trust where it could be sullied. The slender, lissome body touched and caressed feeble blankets of cinders, some still glowing with that burning, yearning urge to fuel and flame, pushing them aside with her velvetine muzzle. If they simmered, ate and bit at her skin, she didn’t respond or cry out, honeyed eyes searching whilst ears listened to the ongoing conversation – of callings, nicknames, personal attributes fostered by others – she inwardly cringed. It urged her onward, until finally, underneath some discarded branches, she found flowers, nestled together, stretching towards the sun in the dank, murky shadows of their burial. Both cerulean blooms, one long, the other pointed, reminding her of stars, were plucked from their burrow, delicately placed along her lips.
When she returned, covered in soot, her silken, smooth movements only pressed towards the fellow femme. Delicately, airily, she drew the flowers, bluebell (for I am sorry for what I’ve done) and borage (for I wish you bravery in the depths of future fear), amongst the dark mane of the rain-cloud mare, matched and blended into her cloud-like haze, tucking them gently in the yielding strands behind her ears. Stepping back, she admired her work with a light smile, but didn’t giggle, didn’t laugh, didn’t haunt the scene with wild, boisterous actions. Instead, she offered the slip of melodic tones and the hint of a wisdom fostered by experience, sadness, and the waves of yesteryear. “Yet, the one you give yourself is the most personal and precious.” For once, she didn’t participate in an offered game. Merely, she allowed the other to be. To proffer what she wanted, what she would choose to be called, what made her heart beat with safe, precious thoughts.
[ooc note: In the language of flowers, a bluebell stands for humility, while a borage stands for courage.]
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Overtures are made like breath on a winters' day; she watches smiles exchanged, glances passed. Glow greets the snow king graciously, brushing a layer of soot from his shoulder in a sweeping greeting to reveal a coat pristine in color, like the very snow Huyana envisions in his heart - soft and white and cold. Frozen king turns his ice-colored eyes to our rain child, although beneath the crust of ice is a green summer meadow. With words of reassurance, his pale nose bumps against her sooty one, a brief conflict of color and a kind flash of warmth. His breath is clean, like a winter breeze, although she can also taste ash in there, too.
Giant answers their questions with a word, Rán, and she finds herself murmuring it softly, liking the taste it leaves on her tongue. It sounds like wild rivers and serene oceans, blue skies and stormy days. With a soft look, rain child thanks the little stallion, giant of heart, for such a beautiful name; he is so much more than he appears to be, she thinks, eyes crawling back to the jovial king as he smiles to her. Turning to Glow, the roan finds only empty space, coldness where there was once so much life and warmth. She feigns surprise, because she knows the pretty bay will be back.
"A fine idea, Frozen king," answers the girl, blue eyes flicking towards him with an expression of amusement. She wonders what he had chosen to name her; the girl born underneath a blanket of rain and dark clouds knows that the names you give others are a reflection of yourself, giving a name is like giving a piece of your heart. Rán, and those eyes the color of infinitely deep oceans meet Giant's, with his hide like lions' teeth on a field of rich dirt, perhaps waiting to be sown?
And Glow returns, radiant with another kind of emotion, of withdraw and sadness, something the roan is too familiar with and her heart longs to find the dark bay, because something as beautiful as hope is nothing to be tarnished or dismissed. There are things hanging from her mouth, so out of place in this blackened, ugly world. They both wear the same vibrant blue on their heads, though the shapes of their petals are so different. Lena presses close to the sterling girl, twining the flowers in her dark mane with nimble lips.
When she withdraws, Huyana offers a genuine smile and a fond brush of muzzle against the flesh of her neck. "Thank you, Glow," she says softly, grateful for such a majestic act.
Lena - like Aurelius and Mauja, is so much more than she seems, and the blue mare finds that her jubilant exterior is only a shell to house something much more private, something gentle and melancholy. "You speak the truth, although sometimes the world can close a heart which had formerly been so open," a mild gaze swept across all of their eyes - blue and brown and brown, all sad but glittering with new hope.
Rain child, so long alone, finds herself enjoying these new friends, something she has not felt in far too long.
[I'm so sorry for the delay, again D: and this post might be a little weird because I haven't proof-read it yet]
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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"Rán," slipped from Aurelius' velvet muzzle, a simple yet pretty name to swirl around their ears, yet carrying a certain tinge of watery sorrow to it - something to match her eyes. It was a liquid name, soft, yet able to be hard and cold when it needed to be. A moment later Rán herself chimed in, agreeing to his game, but Lena slipped off and he frowned after her - had he done something wrong? Cautiously he stepped aside from his position next to the blue roan, never for a moment noticing if anything was off with Aurelius. Mauja had no such interesting in the lithe mare. His herd felt more like his offspring than potential love interests. "Rán is a name far prettier than any I can think of. It suits you," he said in a mild, gentle voice, a streak of concern evident in him - concern, for Lena. Still, he let his eyes dance to Aurelius, giving him a wry sort of glance. He wasn't about to ruin the moment by give Rán a depressing name, but simply nodded when the short stallion apologized on behalf of his herd. Well, they were like that these days - a night court of daytime ghosts, and even at night some of them strayed far and wide. Mauja himself did, so he could hardly call anyone out on it.
Lena came back, carrying two simple, pretty flowers, both cerulean. A few cinders clung to them, testament to their under-ash life. With quiet interest and fascination Mauja watched as she braided them into Rán's dark mane, like drops of the summer sky. They spoke, imparting little words of wisdom, and he found himself wondering, again, who they were - who they'd been. He knew of Aurelius' past, a rather dark and sad tale, yet he lived his life with strength, finding power in his virtues and caring not for his flaws. He was a gem that had polished itself, smoothing out its rough edges and glowing from within even when the world piled dust upon it. Lena, she spoke of nicknames as if she knew something about it, some deep secret that lay at the heart of her misery-lined joy. And Rán... "And sometimes the world opens a heart that was closed," he interjected in a musing voice, not sure what he was saying, or why. Mauja himself was both: he had a heart of white marble laced with black, so open to everything, and yet so cold, so closed. His mind was the same, stuck in a narrow corridor of passionate racism, yet so curious and friendly when meeting others.
He cocked his head to the side, tangled forelock sliding off his broad forehead. "But it feels like this discussion will lead somewhere where only heavy hearts reside. Come, let us go deeper, where the destruction is not so evident," he commanded, yet it was veiled in softness and warmth. If they wished to remain on the borders, it was their decision, but he had no intention of standing around here all day. With a swish of his tail he stepped over and around broken, brittle branches, weaving through charred trunks. He truly was a ghost within his own home - his ruined home, his haunt. A mirthless smile drifted across his face for a moment, but then it disappeared - he doubted anyone had seen it. "Where are you from, Rán, and Lena?" And the customary interrogation of one's past began... Mauja seldom let newcomers slip in without learning something of their past, of their former culture - of their heart, if it beat with the strong blood of a supremacist, or weak tolerance.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
Aurelius was saddened to see Lena restrain her good humor. If there was anything they needed now, it was a bit of cheering up. He saw her leave and was on the verge of following her, but he had been preoccupied with Mauja and Rán before he could think about joining her. She soon came back, bringing flowers with her, and the imp watched with a smile on his face as she weaved them into Rán’s mane. He hoped the two of them would bond, find a connection; both of them seemed like sweet creatures, so he couldn’t see why they shouldn’t find joy in eachother’s company. Aurelius was proud to have brought them here, to be able to offer them a home.
The imp himself was about to suggest showing the two of them around, Mauja beat him to it. Aurelius nodded in agreement and followed closely behind the white king. His attention was still on the two mares, encouraging them to follow by whinnying to them. The question posed to both of them was one he was very interested in knowing the answer to as well, so he quietly trotted along. It was the same question that Mauja had asked Aurelius, when he joined the herd, and the frostheart knew more about the dwarven steed than many could say. The soot swirled up around him, darkening his pale tresses and causing him to sneeze. He couldn’t wait for all of it to go away, so that their land could be whole again.
Aury fell back and moved next to Rán, relieved as they started to move into some of the untouched land. Here, everything was parched, but at least it wasn’t black and burned.
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