the Rift


ocean trespass, vikram, open

Cormac Posts: N/A
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#1

C O R M A C
come with me if you seek a world full of gold


He is in the turbulent water, glistening like the fish he has become, dark coat ebony from the water pouring around him, tons of it, rushing him up towards the rocks ready to break bones and tear muscles. It roars, this ocean water, throwing the relatively tiny horse towards the cliffs below the Edge. There is no such thing as pain as he collides with salt-tanged rock, but he knows when he falls the blood is turning red around him, and he feels the familiar panic setting in. What has happened to him? He cannot feel pain- he could break all four legs, and would not crumple under agony. It is something very rare, something both gift and curse.

Cormac snarls in frustration, tail smashing the choppy blue water as he struggles away from the roaring tide and chaos below the territory of the Edge. Oh yes, he knows he is by the Edge- he was curious for a glimpse, the wild pirate he is, always searching for some riches and something else... something he has not discussed with anyone but his herd. No, not herd- bacheleor group.

Oh yes, he has spoken of invasions and raids and other acts of pilfering and attacking. He is pirate, after all, and pirates are known for their greed. Whether it be gold, land, or sea, the stallion cares little- oh, and the ladies of course. To say he likes mares is to say pegasi love the sky. He is drawn to them, and will seduce them. So, add that onto the list, right next to greedy: cocky bastard.

It is sometime later near high noon when the waves die down a touch, and he finds himself in a cavern in the cliffs, in a pool of water, glistening red around him. His gills are still immersed in the cool liquid, luckily, but his muzzle rests upon the harsh, ragged stone. Faint light illuminates the cavern- it is surprisingly wide, glistening with salt and sea, with enough room for four or five horses. Cormac glances over his shoulder, yet the tide is still to high- he will have to wait.

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Vikram Posts: 73
World's Edge Skilled Protector
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE
Kachie
#2
Broad wings cast a dark shadow over the waters below, skimming over wave-washed stones and white-topped surf alike. Golden eyes scanned the skies and the sea in turns, watching for threats to his herd's land from where ever it might come.

But it is not a scouting pegasus he spots, nor a distant storm. Instead he spots a crimson stain on the waves, a sign that arouses instant concern. The cliffs stood tall and imposing nearby, and there is a thought that perhaps some poor unfortunate has tumbled from them. It is with this in mind that the giant steed descends to investigate, gaze alert for a body or struggling swimmer. He finds neither, but instead an opening in the cliffs from which the crimson stain seems to originate.

Flying lower, so that each downward beat of his wings brushed the water's surface, he manuevered himself closer to peer within. With some small difficulty his golden eyes pierced the relative darkness, studying the alcove. His concern peaked again as he glimpsed the head of a horse on the verge between water and rock. Unfamiliar, but at the moment he was unconcerned. Yet he paused, calculating an approach, before allowing the wind kicked up by the surf to drive him into the cavern.

Almost immediately he tucked his wings in close to his body, legs bracing to catch his weight on slick stone and long tail stiffening to help keep him upright as he skidded almost on his haunches. Grunting at the indignity of such of landing, the bronzen steed gathered his composure and his massive wings close before cautiously approaching the stranger. "Greetings. Can I help you in any way, stranger?"

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#3
As her mate scouted one side of the triangular land of the Edge, a golden dragon scouted the other. Wings stretched for many dozens of feet from her sides, tail acting like a rudder behind her, guiding her lean, muscular body over the ragged line of the cliff, the area where the ocean crashes unceremoniously into the rocky land below. Nostrils flared, drinking deeply the scent of her home, the ocean, the forest, and those who linger within it.

So when the smell of blood mingling with the saline liquid drifted to her eagerly awaiting nostrils, she was a bit.. surprised.

A harsh snort ruptured the slits that were her nares, the metallic stench was unexpected, and the effect it had upon the dragon equally surprising. A hunger knawed at her, a deep, instinctual, predatory turn, causing her keen eyes to sharply swivel around, and spy the crimson stain upon her cliff-face, the pool of blood-red foam thrashing about in the waves against the dark rocks - the entrance of the bronze dragon into a cave where her prey was laying wait.

A strange hiss was snarled from the dragon's mouth, as like a shark having scented a meal, she honed in on the area. Akaith sensed the situation her bonded was in, and whilst she mentally attempted to remind the golden dragon of the equine heart that rested within her, she darted ahead into the cave, chirruping a warning to the bronze stallion before promptly landing atop his withers, a spike that grew from Vikram's nape clutched between her claws.

Seconds passed, before a deep grumbling announced the nearness of the golden dragon whose claws scratched at the cave's entrance, as wings simultaneously attempted to flap and fold down. Long, snake-like head poked into the cave, a snarl curling her lips as the rich scent of blood drew her in, closer, and closer still. The look in her ye was not of the equine Mirage, but of a wild dragon, fierce, powerful, and very nearly beyond redemption.

Remember.

The voice sounded in her head, and the dragon stopped her eyes from staring at the bloodied equine-fish before her, turning sharply to focus upon the little queen that sat atop the strong bronze who was her mate. A mental hum resonates through her tiara, silent to any who were not privy to the bond shared between the two golden dragons, as roles seemed to reverse and Akaith reminded her bonded what she was, who she was.

It was the deep, questioning voice of Vikram that eventually brought her completely back to normal - at least, calmed her fiery stature down so that she could walk sedately to his side, leaning her shimmering, golden scales against his equally brilliant, rich bronze ones. The dragon-mare shared in the question, her gaze cutting sharply through this horse-fish, staring not at the blood now but at his eyes - through his eyes, into his very soul.

"Why are you here?"


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Cormac Posts: N/A
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#4

C O R M A C
come with me if you seek a world full of gold


Glistening, sparkling water laps at his coat, blossoming in crimson curtains on the lustrous water, dark with only the faintest of disturbances despite the water raging outside. Ragged, harsh rock has risen on all sides of the pretty little pool, a twisted barrier keeping him for escaping except at the high tide. Cormac, the stallion, lies awkwardly in the water, full and whole apart from the deep cuts tearing open his left flank.

The pirate is not aware of pain, because of congenital analgesia, both curse and blessing. He does not fear death, nor battle, because of this dull sense, but the stallion is afraid of unknown injuries that will kill him, simply because pain was not there to warn him. Instantaneously, the dark bay lifts his wet crown, rich amber eyes sparkling like gold, and he watches, surprised to say the least, as some large animal emerges- no, lands- in the cave. It appears to be neither horse nor dragon, but a mixture, a combination of the two, a bizarre blend that is not appealing to the pirate's eyes but neither a turn-away.

Naturally, a real dragon must appear. It is brilliantly bright, stunningly golden, and Cormac half-closes his eyes, watching in silence as another little being flutters into hoist itself onto one of the spikes protruding from Dragon-horse's back.

May I help you?

Why are you here?


Which one? True dragon first, Cormac thinks. He hides a grin at the thought of little Jackal's companion- now, this is a real dragon. Is the little one its hatchling, maybe?

"I am okay." The stallion says first, but the usual slightly grumpy edge is away. He is respectful, clearly, not about to push his luck- yet he is clearly not worshipping the two dragon-creatures. "I was exploring a part of the ocean I had not ventured to. May I ask who you two- three, are?"




Vikram Posts: 73
World's Edge Skilled Protector
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE
Kachie
#5
Mere seconds had passed before the glint of sunlight on golden scales out of the corner of his eye had the hybrid steed looking up from the water-bound stranger as a warning chirrup met his ears and a familiar weight swept in to settle between his wings. Somewhat bewildered, he glanced back at Akaith questioningly, but hadn't the chance to question the little queen when a deeper dragon-call heralded the approach of another.

His gaze turned toward the cave's entrance, watching with guarded apprehension as the sunlight was blocked by the figure of a golden dragon who was nearer his size, who normally only spent part of her time in this form. But he didn't recognize the look in her eyes, and this worried him immensely. A precautionary step was taken closer to the stranger, the stallion prepared to step between his mate and this stranger should it be necessary... but she paused, focusing on Akaith.

Not until after the bronze stud inquired of the stranger did his mate finally approach. A soft rumble vibrated in the giant stallion's chest, not quite a warning and not quite an inquiry in itself. But she rather calmly moved to stand at his side, golden scales coming to rest against his bronze scales and coppery coat. A tension he hadn't been entirely aware of fell away, and one wing partially unfurled to curve with a quiet possessiveness over his mate's back.

At last the stranger spoke, and the hybrid turned his full attention upon him. Only now did he realize that this stallion was not fully horse-like in shape beneath the water and the cloud of blood. Curious. A doubtful statement was made, asserting the stranger's wellness, followed by an innocent comment about exploring before a polite inquiry was made.

"We are inhabitants of the herd land that lies above the cliff-faces. I am Vikram, a protector of the herd. This is Mirage, leader of the herd, and her bonded, Akaith." He made the introductions simply, a deed he would not have done in full had there not been the bond of friendship and love and trust between himself and the dragon-mare who owned his heart.

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#6
Draconic eyes glare at the stallion, as three sets of slitted optics bore into him, one from the dragon-stallion, one from the large golden dragon that stood beside him, and one from the little queen that perched herself upon the aforementioned dragon-stallion. The wing that draped itself over her bodice was not pushed away, and so in that sense, it was welcomed, accepted, cherished even. A snarl still curled the large dragon's maw, pointed teeth visible beneath the softer, leathery scales that made up her lips, as the scent of blood seemed to fill the cave, threatening to choke her, suffocate her.

The fish-stallion spoke, and the dragon realigned her attention to him, as if only just recalling, again, that she was here not to eat but to interrogate. The conversation that resulted left the beast with a low growl, the snarl deepening; somehow, this stallion had just managed to not only trespass into territory where he was not welcome, but also gain the names and titles of the Leader and her mate. She wasn't annoyed at Vikram, not really - she was hot-wired from restraining the predatory urges that attempted to take over her. She would quell one wave but then need to control another stronger, more violent, insistent wave soon after. This fish-horse should be damn grateful the mare had a lifetime of self-restraint and control under her belt.

"Who are you?" It was a short, simple demand, one that showed she was not interested in long tales nor petty excuses; this dragon-mare wanted to know who the fuck was bleeding all over her land in the name of exploration. With a huff, she accented her demand with a puff of smoke exiting her slitted nostrils, serpentine curling and unfurling as with each passing second she tilted her tiara to view him again, each time from a slightly different angle, though no less penetrating.

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