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!! Before the Worst [Quil]

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#1
resplendence
The claybank dun mare finally had a home. A nice home, one that was dawned the name of the Foothills. And it was a gorgeous place. Luscious in texture and scent and just a calm place. Though, from the way it sounded, it seemed that one of the leaders had recently stepped down and left it over to someone else. Not that she minded, not in the least, just an interesting atmosphere for the fae to fall into. So, now that she was certain of the way back, she decided she would go out and venture for a little bit. Allowing her feet to carry her where her feet so wished. In fact, she didn't even pay attention until she noticed that the world was becoming foggy and difficult to see. She originally thought that it was her vision going on her which sent a flood of panic in her system. That was, until the fog suddenly cleared and she saw a gorgeous green field appear before her. Finally, a shift in her step allowed her to kick up her heels and catapult into graceful lope. Her flints just barely snatching at the ground long enough to propel her forward again and no more. The feel of the wind against her coat was a brilliant change, and something she wished she had the ability to allow to happen more. For she wasn't normally one to run. Well, run for fun that is. She ran from just about every single other thing for the tiniest (and silliest) reasons. It was then she could have sworn her ear fell upon the sound of something in the distance. Though, it was difficult to tell just what it was with only one appendage to allow her to hear. A snort escaped her delicate maw before she came to a stumbling stop in the middle of the field, eyes swirling around and attempting to place where the noise was coming from. And nostrils flared as she took in the scent. Another horse possibly? It didn't reek of lupine blood, so that was definitely a plus. But just what was it?
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#2

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

The memory of the frightened, beautiful fae in the Threshold had haunted Quilyan since he had had to watch her walk away with the considerably less beautiful Romani. He wasn't being mean, simply honest - the shorter, chunkier palomino did not have the grace and elegance of the lean, dusty brown mare with the long, flowing, curling mane. Perhaps it was her hair that had entranced his so, for never before had he seen such a luxurious banner. It added so much to the already mysterious fae. Resplendence, he reminded himself. Resplendence...

And so he wandered, as he seemed to do so often, with no particularly destination in mind, no goals to speak of. He simply walked, or flew, or ran; whichever suited his fancy at any given time. He thought of Resplendence, and the other mares that he had met over his scant seven years. He thought of his family. On occasion Erigor crossed his mind, but more often it was his mother, or his nursemaid, or his little sister, Nasreen, or any of his other siblings... He tried, every now and then, not to think at all, but it rarely worked, and when it did, it was short-lived.

Today he had made his way to the so-called Heavenly Fields. They were a far cry from the beauty of his homeland (weren't they? Or was he just making his realm better in memory than reality?), but he supposed they were pretty enough. The grass was a lush emerald and the flowers blooming everywhere turned the field into a multicolored rainbow. He had walked here, though he didn't know why. Perhaps he instinctually knew that flying would scare her, though he hadn't thought to meet her here. Still, there she was, and a genuine smile crossed his maw at the sight of her. He neighed a greeting, remembering how skittish she was, halting far enough from her and pulling his wings tightly against his body. One day, perhaps, he would prove that they would not hurt her, but not today.

"These fields pale in comparison to your beauty, Lady Resplendence," he tells her, and surprised himself in using the title which should be reserved only for royalty. Usually he would address a mare as 'Mistress,' but it does not fit her. She was different.

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#3
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A swish of the tail. A gentle breeze. A flick of her nose. A field of blooming, vibrant flowers playfully flickering in the wind. In fact, it looked much like an ocean of colours. It was calming, just breathing in the fresh smell of the foliage and looking around at the lonely place. But lonely was calm. Lonely meant no one was coming at her, correct? Yes. That was what it meant.

Silently, she sashayed toward the center of the foliage, allowing herself to calm down and just relish the world for what it was. Her orbs closing as she took in slow, calming breaths. It had been the longest time since she had been able to do such a thing. Though, she knew that she was incapable of forcing out the memories the seemed to haunt her. Memories of the wolves attacking her newborns. Attacking her mate... And killing him. Killing him and killing her newborns. Killing them right when she was starting to get her wits about herself. When she was starting to learn to get comfortable in the world. Though, of course, the second the wolves had slaughtered her family and she had come back in an attempt to find her mate who had told her to run she lay eyes upon the blood and destruction. And that blood and destruction merely pushed her farther into her own system. Freak out, more than before, at any noises that threatened to allow movement. Or, well, any movement that was coming toward her. In fact, as she stood there right now, the feeling of the flowers brushing up against her limbs was enough to make her tremble. And then the fact that she was trembling made her fight to stop the trembling. Stupid girl. Stop panicking at everything! There is no reason to panic! she yelled at herself in her head. You can run. But running because of flowers is quite simply idiotic. There is nothing here to hurt you! You can clearly see that!

One snort escaped her maw before she allowed her orbs to open again, glancing around the field as if to inspect it. And then, pretty satisfied with the results that her orbs had given her, she dropped her cranium down to inspect a few of the swaying flowers. They were so... So delicate... So easily snapped in two and broken. Almost like what was left with her soul. So easily trampled and ruined. But she shouldn't be that way. She should be stronger. Shouldn't she?

It was then her head snapped up the muffled sound of movement. And then, the sharp call of a neigh. Her eyes scanning until she placed her vision upon a familiar silhouette. His wings clung tightly to his body as he stayed a good enough distance from her so as to show that he was going to be providing no harm to her bodice. A gentle tilt of her cranium before a bob of hello at the sound of his voice. "These fields pale in comparison to your beauty, Lady Resplendence," he spoke and she couldn't help but to feel heat radiate into her system. "Why thank you, Sir Quilyan, though I must disagree," a tiny laugh emerged as she gave him a small grin. A tiny pause, and a short breath from her before she allowed herself to speak up again, "You seem to be doing well, no?" she questioned, her one ear perked up a little, forelock bunched on the left side to give the faint illusion that it was just hiding her other ear. It was something she was used to doing. And something that caused her to receive less looks. Though, she still knew that given the right noise she would definitely bolt from where she was standing. Why can't I just be calm? Is it too much to ask?
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#4

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

What happened to her to make her fear the world? It is a question that he ponders as he watches her, fearful until she recognizes him. She is still afraid of him, he is sure - something about the way she holds herself, forever ready to take flight, tells him so. Her voice, though, is calmer than when they had first met, and he is even blessed with a small smile. Something inside him warms, stretches, unfurls, and he swallows hard. She disagrees with her analysis of her beauty, and he wants to correct her, to tell her that of all the beauties he has seen - and that number is quite high, to be honest - that she alone stands out. But he remains silent, chooses not to argue.

"I am indeed quite well, thank you, my lady." His tones are warm, gentle, and he observes the quirk of her head with kind eyes. Her mane and forelock blend together, tumbling in waves down her side, and again he forces himself to breathe. Stunning. He skims through his memory, remembers her departure with the warrior-fae Romani, remembers watching her go with an odd pressure in his chest, an unknown feeling in his heart. She had gone to... the Foothills, yes, that was it. "I trust that the Windtossed Foothills are treating you well?" It is a simple question, and he wants to hear a positive answer, despite the small voice in his mind that wants to coax her to stay with him, to allow him to protect her from the world, from her fears, however many there are.

He had never felt this desire before, though he would normally be protective of a maiden in need - still, he would not want to take her with him once he had delivered her to safety. So why was this fae different? Was it her petite frame, the fragility that she exuded like the sweetest of perfumes? Or perhaps it was her shy, fearful demeanor, a persona that he felt would not be so easily cured as it might be to hand her off to someone else to care for. Perhaps it was that she seemed to need someone, to need more than what a herd could provide her, even as small a herd as that of the Foothills. He does not know, but he wanted to find out.

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#5
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There was something about him that reminded her of home. Or at least what home was meant to be. What it was originally going to be... before the wolves came in and ruined her chances at that life. Of having that family. A short sigh escaped her mouth as she dropped her head down, muscles slowly beginning to loosen the longer she stands there in the same field as he. He had helped her. He had told her no harm was to come to her. Ciro would approve of that - yet still be wary - so she would try and be calm for Ciro. And that was gently lulling her into a state of rigid calm. One she hadn't been able to reach since her mate's passing. She questioned how he was feeling, and watched him as he spoke up, "I am indeed quite well, thank you, my lady." gentle and warm tones cascading from his mouth.

He watched her for a little bit. To which she shifted a little uneasily. She could have sworn she'd heard something move from behind her, though it was difficult to tell just what it might be. And so she shuffled a few steps closer to his looming frame as he spoke up again. "I trust that the Windtossed Foothills are treating you well?" A gentle bob of her head as she glanced up to him, eyes lingering on his for a second before dropping to his wings, and then the ground. "Yes, it's quite pleasant." she responded her orbs blinking a couple times before falling shut for a few moments. She did not want to ponder old thoughts. She didn't want to fall back into that. She wanted to move forward. But. The herd was huge. The amount of other equine in it was almost overwhelming for her. That's mainly why she came out here. To wander for a bit, to grab her surroundings and try and calm down before rushing head first back into the huge pit of others. It put her on overload, and she preferred to hide away from others because of it. Most of the herd probably didn't even know she existed. But she knew they existed and it frightened her. One wasn't to hurt their own herd? Were they? But, that didn't mean that they wouldn't do so on accident. It was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. She gently shook her head at her thoughts before allowing her voice to pipe back up. "And I trust that the Wind is treating you well?" she asked, making reference to his wings and the idea of flight. Not much else. He said he had no home. At least when he had introduced himself he had none. So that saddened her. Everyone deserved a home. Even if it wasn't necessarily the one which they had envisioned. And he didn't have one. The poor boy, though she didn't look up as her eyes flashed with sorrow for him. Eyes trained upon the ground, muscles switching between loose and tense depending upon the thoughts that trampled through her brain.
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Quilyan Posts: 206
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#6

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

Oh, the formalities. On the one hoof, he exults that he has finally found someone with the proper manners; on the other, it reminds him horribly of home. Home. It is a foreign concept these days. He had a home, once, but now that it is destroyed, he cannot say that he wants one. It cannot replace what has been lost. He cannot resurrect his family, he cannot rename himself a prince... the list of things he cannot do goes on and one, really. He finds it rare, these days, that he has a moment to consider all the things he can do. It would seem that his skills of flirtation and trickery are not so uncommon here as to warrant him useful. And so he wanders, seeking... what, exactly?

He is pleased to hear that she is settling into the Foothills, though he suspects that there is more to her feelings for her new home than meet the eye. She had taken pause, you see, closed those orbs - he smiled slightly, for surely she was growing to trust him if she dared lose her vision, if but for a moment - and shaken her head, as though clearing her thoughts. He longed to ask why, wanted to know what was wrong, but again he remained silent. Sometimes when you press too hard, you end up simply pushing the other away. And he did not want that. She asks a odd question then, and he tilts his head slightly to one side.

"The Wind has proven to be more fickle than any mare, my lady, but she has been treating us all well of late, I believe." He speaks wryly, a grin tugging at the corners of his maw. It is a joke, of course, and he rather hopes that she will laugh. He wonders what her laugh sounds like, if it compliments her beauty. She has taken several steps closer, though they are hesitant, and almost without realizing it he leans ever-so-slightly in her direction, wishing he could close the gap even more. He even reaches slightly, stretching his nape; then, realizing that he has moved, he pulls back, settles once more, leaning his weight backwards. Don't spook, he prayed, waiting for the reaction that he expected would come.

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#7
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As she cleared her head, pushed the thoughts of her past from her mind, she could feel him watching her. As if there were something on his mind as well. A gentle change in her position and then she looked up, asking him how the Wind was treating him since he had no home. In response she watched as his cranium tilted ever so slightly to one side. An amusing expression for one of such huge stature and the looks that seemed as if they could really attack anyone. Though, he had promised not to hurt her. So she would work with that. "The Wind has proven to be more fickle than any mare, my lady, but she has been treating us all well of late, I believe." a wry tone to his voice as a grin tugged upon his maw. She gave a tiny bob of the head. Good, at least he was doing well too. For it would be a shame for someone as nice as he to not be doing too well.

His smile was copied upon her maw as she allowed herself to speak "That is good to hear, sir," she told him in response before she noticed that he was leaning closer to her. But not only leaning closer to her tiny frame but stretching his nape out so that he could almost touch her. It was then that he realized what he was doing and pulled back, leaning his weight backwards. She shuffled her feet a little, letting out a short breath, before she delicately reached her maw to bump his own. Something she had done many a times to Ciro, to tell him she was alright. It was but habit. And it was comforting. That was, until she realized that Ciro was dead and the memories flooded her brain again. She stumbled back again, pining her ear at the images that flashed through her mind - eyes glazed over showing that she wasn't really there. And it didn't take long for the sound of a rabbit coming through the grass (which now sounded much like a wolf due to the memories) had her completely panicked. Body trembling as she jumped forward, but a fair distance from Quil's bodice - not out of range of his wings if he so chose to extend them, but out of range of a kick. The world, falling apart in front of her even though absolutely nothing was happening. Don't. Cry. she thought to herself. Don't let him see you cry...
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Quilyan Posts: 206
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#8

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

They are speaking, but are they saying anything at all? No, it is all in their body language, each subtle, intricate movement a new layer in this dance that they played almost effortlessly. He moves, and she responds, leaning in, leaning out, almost able to touch, but not quite. She is afraid of him, and he is afraid of her fear. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to speak, doesn't want to breathe, for if he does, will she still be here? But move he did, not of his own accord, and she does not flinch, does not flee. No, she steps hesitantly forward and bumps his muzzle with her own.

She touched him.

The briefest of touches, but he notes the soft velvet of her maw, the sweet smell wafting ever-so-slightly from that long, flowing mane. He drinks it in, allows himself to indulge for the smallest of moments in some unknown fantasy in which maybe he wasn't so hopelessly loveless - but she moves, and the moment passes, and he opens his eyes, and it all falls apart. She had been here, but now she is not as she stumbles back, her eyes glazed, as though reliving some horrible past of her own. Perhaps they are not so different, the cocky pegasus and the fearful equine. She is in a panic now, and he is lost; he doesn't know what to do, how to respond, what to say...

Still, he has to do something, and he can see the tears welling in her orbs, though she stubbornly refuses to let them fall. It calms him to see that - perhaps there is a fighter in the little fae after all. "Lady Resplendence," he says, his voice soft, his tone soothing. "Look at me, please?" It is a question, and in his words is a yearning that made him sound altogether younger and more innocent than he has been in a very long time. "I promised you once, and I'll do it again: I won't hurt you, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I swear it." He will not see more homes, more lives, destroyed. Not again.

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#9
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While the mare seemed incapable of being calm, she did have a part of her that was willing to channel such energy. A part of her that called her to be calm. A part of her that was forever attached to Ciro even though he was gone. Gone and she couldn't do anything about it. So she allowed the delicate and intricate dance to blossom between her and the brute before her. He has provided no reason to be scared of him other than his sheer appearance which is what worries her the most. So she continued this game of one step forward, one step back. Lean in, lean out. Breath in, breath out. Sway left, sway right. It was simple. It was calming. It was slowly lulling her nerves down to a manageable level. It was then he leaned forward, stretching his nape out before retracting it. And she wanted to let him know she was fine. That it was fine. So she produced the only response she knew that would convey such measures without her voice betraying her. A gentle tap of her muzzle against his. Something which she had done multitudes of times with Ciro. After she was injured and getting better. They hadn't needed to speak. The simple touch was enough.

But the scent that wafted off of his pelt was different than Ciro's. The feel of his maw was different than Ciro's. Even the feeling of his breath as it flooded her nostrils was different than Ciro's. And that was all it took for her mind to ricochet her back into memories she would prefer not to see. Her eyes flinging open to see his face before her, no longer the face of Quil. No it bore resemblance to Ciro. A face that was somehow drenched in blood. Her nostrils flared. She stumbled backwards. His whole frame now soaked in trails of blood with gashes upon them. Panic in her orbs which had started to glaze over at the sight of her dead mate before her eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen! She wasn't supposed to see her dead mate living and breathing in front of her in this pasture. Her breathing falling shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut as the tears threatened to well over the dams that were her eyelids. "Lady Resplendence," a voice came. A voice that deep in her head she recognized. But a voice that in her haze sounded like someone who might be a threat. And the sound of the grass shuffling against a body as it bolted closer to her only had her jumping closer toward the form that wasn't her dead mate but the one who hadn't sworn to not hurt her. "Look at me, please?" the voice that had originally sounded as a threat breaking through her nightmares. Breaking through the memory that was playing out before her again. Her mind pulling at the sound of the yearning that told her she needed to listen. Her eyes flickered open, batting away the tears so they couldn't fall. Ciro wouldn't want me to cry... She took in a short breath before glancing up at the stag before her. The blood no longer upon his painted form, her gaze lingering on the wings as they had done many a time before. A deep breath in. A deep breath out. "I promised you once, and I'll do it again. I won't hurt you, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I swear it." He spoke and she only managed to bob her head, one word slipping from her maw, "Quil,"

It was with that word she seemed to place herself again in time to see that the sound of the wolf coming toward her had only been a rabbit hopping through the grasses. Breathe in. Breathe out. Step forward. No step back. But she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't fall apart more than what she just had. Lean in. Lean out. A gentle flick of her ear as she listened to the sound of the flowers brushing up against each other. She was safe. She just needed that to get stuck in her head. Breathe in. Breathe out. "I'm sorry about that..." she choked out, the pain she had tried to rid herself of catching her voice and trying to reel it back into the confines of her throat, though the words seemed to play a better game of tug-of-war as they still emerged, just in more shambles than originally intended. "I didn't mean for..." She stopped and shook her head at herself. Stupid. Idiotic. Mare. You can't do anything right... she thought to herself. Breathe in. Breathe out. For the world could be a good place. Just breathe in. And breathe out.
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Quilyan Posts: 206
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#10

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

He watches as she emerges from the mist of her past. She speaks his name softly, and it seems to bring her back. A breath is released, a breath that he was unaware of holding. She begins to rock oddly, back and forth, side to side, minute shifts of weight that are certainly some old, calming habit. In, out. In, out. He finds himself swaying with her movements, forces himself to stop. "I'm sorry about that..." she says, her voice catching. She tries again. "I didn't mean for..." Again, she stops. Shakes her head, almost angrily. He wants desperately to reach out for her, to offer solace, to convince her in one fell swoop that everything will be okay. He resists.

Instead, he speaks in a quiet, solemn voice that surprises even him. "No, don't... you don't need to apologize, my lady." There is a wistfulness in his lyrics that wasn't there before, and taking a deep breath, he shares his secrets with her. "I do not know where you are from, or how you came to be here, but allow me to share my story, Lady Resplendence. I am - was - the heir to a long line of royalty in the ancient land of Thor'qui. My family was ousted from power by a rebellion that left my homeland in complete anarchy and chaos. I... am lucky to have made it out with my life.

"My brother, Erigor, has travelled to this land with me, but we are but two of seven children. My siblings, my mother and father... I do not know where they are. I do not know if they are alive or..."
He cannot speak the words. Still, he forges on. "I suppose, my lady, that I am trying to say that everyone is haunted by something. I am not asking for you to share your history with me, but please... you do not need to apologize to me." And then there is silence in the meadow as he regards her with sad, pleading violet orbs. He does not know what he wants, but he knows that he wants it from this fae.

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#11
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Breathe in. Breathe out. Lean in. Lean out. Sway left. Sway right. A flick of the ear. Gentle close of the eyes. Eyes flickering open. It didn't take her long to notice that he was indeed beginning to sway with her minute movements. That he had to force himself to stop. Stop as she attempts to speak, words being caught in her throat and yanked back in as if they were going to end the world. And she gives up. Her head shaking side to side in anger. Why couldn't she just act normal? Was that really too much to ask?

Breathe in. Breathe out. His voice hits her ear which perks up instantly as she peeks up at him from beneath the forelock. His voice so quiet, so solemn, she can do nothing but feel her muscles relax a bit more. "No, don't... you don't need to apologize, my lady" He takes in a deep breath, as if preparing for something before his voice trembles out again, "I do not know where you are from, or how you came to be here, but allow me to share my story, Lady Resplendence. I am - was - the heir to a long line of royalty in the ancient land of Thor'qui. My family was ousted from power by a rebellion that left my homeland in complete anarchy and chaos. I... am lucky to have made it out with my life. My brother, Erigor, has traveled to this land with me, but we are but two of seven children. My siblings, my mother and father... I do not know where they are. I do not know if they are alive or..." it seems then that he hit a terrible place. And she feels her heart ache for him. For he had lost his family as well. Maybe not the same family as she, but a family. All hesitance gone, she trembles forward. One step forward. No steps back. One step forward. None back. Just one at a time. Breathe in. Step forward. Breathe out. "I suppose, my lady, that I am trying to say that everyone is haunted by something. I am not asking for you to share your history with me, but please... you do not need to apologize to me." He finished, a silence falling over the meadow before the sad orbs met hers. Delicately, she stretches out her neck. Her lips, just barely able to meet where his chest meets his neck. A light lip of sorrow before she pulled back, ear flickering around at the muffled noises that were the flowers scratching against the flowers. Breathe in. Breathe out. It was only fair. One's past for another. She had no qualms in keeping hers hidden. As long as she didn't have to go into detail. "I came back... to see my mate and newborn twins... killed by wolves..." her voice soft, just barely audible. The only reason it even hit his ears was that the breeze carried it from her and to him as she looked away. There was nothing more to say, or to explain. Unless she was to go into detail and relive it. And she didn't want to relive it. Reliving it was too painful. So, she breathed in. And breathed out.
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#12

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

His story must have struck some chord in the fae's mind, and he stands very still as she approaches. It is a slow process - one step at a time - but finally, she lips gently at his chest. It is perhaps the closest that she has stood to him, and he wants nothing more than to earn the right to touch her. He swallows, hard, resisting the urge to nudge her, to press his maw against hers. It is perhaps the most difficult thing he has ever done. Or not done, depending on how you look at it. "I came back..." she began, her voice a whisper. He pricks his ears, stretching his head forward ever so slightly, tilting his head to the side. "... to see my mate and newborn twins... killed by wolves..."

His auds pin backward in sympathy, pain visible in his orbs. At least he had not had to watch his kin massacred; for all he knew, they might well be alive. And at least he had Erigor. Resplendence is truly alone, and for a brief moment, he almost understands her constant fear. "My sorrow for yours, my lady," he murmurs, and if there is any doubt in her mind about his feelings, his lyrics hold the anguish he feels for her, the desire to protect her. He hesitates, but ever-so-slowly reaches out, intending to press his velvet-soft muzzle to hers. He is alert for the slightest movement, the smallest hint that she might shy away, for if she does, he will stop, pull back, will not try to give her solace in that way. He is unsure, for the first time in his life, where he stands with a mare.

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#13
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Sorrow overwhelms her system. Blood pumping through her veins shove her deeper into the past. Her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to get rid of the memories only to end up giving up on the idea. His story circulating through her cranium as she gently lips at his chest. Her words coming out in a choked bunch. Her words soft, hard to be heard. So delicate that they could be carried off by the wind. He had to prick his ears, stretching his head forward and tilt his head to the side to even get all of what she had said. She pulled away, no part of her connecting with him at the moment as she felt the tears slide from her orbs. His ears pinning backward, pain visible in his orbs.

She can't stand to look at him. The pain in her soul that she'd tried so hard to push away only fighting to come back even stronger. Her one ear perking up at the sound of his soft voice, "My sorrow for yours, my lady," anguish radiating off of his tone as she glances up at him. A desire to protect her in there. She sniffles and closes her eyes as she simply bobs her head once. There are no words that can really explain just what it is that she is feeling. Her audit twitching as she opens her eyes to see him gently stretching his maw out to press it against hers. With a trembling lip she takes in a tiny breath before allowing her maw to touch his, tears falling from her face and sliding down so that they met in the crevices where the two bodies connected. She dropped her head, his maw resting upon her forehead as she took in a short breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying like this," she whispered, apologizing for her behavior. Having started to panic and cry for no reason. Well, no reason other than missing Ciro, that is.
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#14

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

He has been so strong since the rebellion, thinking of his family rarely, refusing to shed a tear. Tears, he had been taught, were weakness, and the future king ought not be weak. But on a mare, tears twist his heart painfully, and he longs for anything to say, to do, to comfort her. The prince breathes in her scent, closing his eyes, basking guiltily in the wave of calm that her touch has provided. The wetness between their maws is what causes him to open his eyes once more, and when he does, his brow furrows in concern as he watches the tiny rivulets trickling down her cheeks. And then her cranium slips forward, down, and he finds his muzzle resting gently against her forehead. A soft nicker escapes his throat, and he hopes that it is a sound that will ease her pain.

She is in so much pain, anyone can see that; but he is the only one here, and he is thankful, for he is sure that with the arrival of others, the beauty would flee. "As I said, my lady, your apologies are not necessary," he murmurs against her forehead. Though he is pained, sharing her misery, he is still marveling at the newfound ability to touch her; even so, he stays frozen, breathing softly, learning her scent, afraid that if he moves, she will, too. It is so out of the ordinary for him to feel this way; it is almost like a fresh breeze, like a cleansing rain on his sinful soul. Oh, he is not evil, but he has made his share of mistakes. But Resplendence makes him feel as though his mistakes had been forgiven. He is slowly, ever so slowly, earning her trust, and he knows that he will cherish this more than he can imagine.

What he can imagine, however, is what it would feel like to gently lip her banner, to affectionately nuzzle her shoulder, to wrap a wing around her, pulling her close to him, to drape his nape across hers, to drown in her presence... the daydream, though, is only that. A dream. He stands, still as ever, wings pulled tightly to his sides, his bodice making a straight line with hers. And he wishes, wishes with all his heart that one day, his daydream might become a reality. But not today. "Let us consider happier times, Lady Resplendence," he offers kindly, hoping to draw her from her sorrows. "Tell me, what do you like about Helovia thus far? Your time here has certainly been short, but... I would like to know more about you." It's a bit of a ramble, but he is honest.

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#15
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and i'll find strength in pain and i will change my ways
The mare stood there, trembling ever so slightly in her feet as she attempts to pull herself into some form of stability. No one enjoyed her presence when she had to jump at every living creature, or anything that moved even if it wasn't actually alive. Her one ear flicking back as she sniffled in a short breath to keep her lungs breathing. Gently, she allowed her head to slide from his maw so that it was now her forehead resting against the muzzle of the companion. She could feel the vibrations of his pelt as he let out a soft nicker, allowing her eyes to shut as she attempts to allow herself to block out the entire world. To try and forget the memories that were plaguing her brain in ways she could not understand.

His voice shook her from her pointless thoughts as she let out one more short breath. "As I said, my lady, your apologies are not necessary," his deep voice warming her forehead and sending minute vibrations through her skull. Her body relaxing muscle by muscles as she told herself to breathe in and out. One flick of her tail, and the bringing of wind allows her silken locks to trail forwards, tickling at his pelt as well as her own. Tears, though, couldn't stop the stream that they had. "Let us consider happier times, Lady Resplendence," Her eyes fluttered open as she perked her audit up. Happier times. Yes. Shove those horrid memories from her cranium...

If only it was that easy. "Tell me, what do you like about Helovia thus far? Your time here has certainly been short, but... I would like to know more about you," he rambled and she instantly allowed her brain to cling to his voice instead of the sound of Ciro. She swallowed once before stepping back to actually look at him. Her once rigid body now beginning to have a graceful swing to it's movements. The grace she used to possess so fully before the horrors had ravaged her life and stripped her clean of all forms of sanity. "There was a young filly. So sweet... so alone. Reminded me of one I'd lost. Abused I would assume, for she was even worse than I..." she started before shaking her head, "I think I'm going to try and keep an eye on her... The herd is so big it's easy to get lost in..." she murmured, casting her gaze away from him and at a few of the flowers growing around her feet. Maternal instincts were something she had kept well even with the loss of her children. And she'd never shown them - really - to anyone. But she didn't want that poor one to be alone. She wouldn't survive. Just like Res wouldn't survive alone either.

Oh, how she had to learn to fight. Fighting, though, caused pain. And she didn't want to cause anyone pain. Orbs fell closed just a little as she let out a short breath, causing the flower to bend and then pop right back up into her face that was lowered to the ground. Without a second though she leaped backwards, flight reflexes ever at a high only to realize it was a flower. An exasperated snort escaped her mouth as she violently shook her head. "I'm stupid. So. Stupid..." the mantra continuing under her breath as she degraded her stupid actions for jumping at absolutely nothing. She would never be normal. That was the truth...
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#16

The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.

When she answers his question, she seems to have calmed, and he can see the grace and true beauty that she must have held, once. Of course, he is stunned by her even now, but there is a certain lightness in that movement that draws him closer still, and though he is loathe to scare her off, he cannot help but brush his maw against her long, flowing banner as she pulls away, losing himself momentarily in her scent, in the silken feel of her. He almost steps forward, following her movement, longing to be closer to her, but stops himself, opens his violet eyes to gaze adoringly at her as she speaks of a youngling in the Foothills herd. Who is he becoming? Once he would have cursed himself for allowing such a feeling to exist within him, much less emanate from his orbs, showing the world is true feelings. And now he finds himself thinking that he wants to stay with her, to be with her, to protect her and hers - even if that means a filly.

He has never given much thought to foals, never considered the possibility of being a father figure, though he surely must have sired his share of foals over the years. How many half-princes wandered his kingdom now? How many mothers had he created? And how had he not cared? For as Resplendence spoke of a young, scared flicka, he felt the need to protect them both, if she wanted him to. He felt the need to gather them, to fight for them, to keep them safe. Who am I? he wondered vaguely, bemused - but the thought was quickly removed from his mind as it whirred ever onward, ever forward. She jumps, and he takes a step forward, protective. He looks down, studies the flower. Maw lowers slowly, gently plucking the flower from the ground, offering it to the fae, an adornment for those lovely locks. Should she permit, he will place it into her mane.

A sudden thought strikes him, and his words are passionate, impulsive. "Stay with me," he says, and his words are almost pleading. "I can protect you, my lady. You won't need to worry about being lost, or alone, or abandoned... I can keep you safe, I swear it. And the filly that you speak of, I can help you with her as well, I can do whatever you need." A deep breath is taken, nerves calmed. "Just... think about it, Lady Resplendence. Consider my offer. Please?" His look is open, honest, bare to the soul, something that he has never been to anyone. Who am I?

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#17
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and i'll find strength in pain and i will change my ways
Res was trembling. Jumping backwards because of a simple flower brushing up against her muzzle. Her whole body sent into a panic mode. Her mind not even managing to connect with her body. Everything suddenly a threat. It was so useless. It was so stupid. And she was stupid for that. She needed to learn to calm down. Dammit. Why couldn't she just calm down and be normal for once? Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why couldn't she just pretend for once that she was having a normal life? Why couldn't she just not be afraid of everything that was capable of moving somehow?

As she stumbled backwards, body careening away from the flower before degrading herself she saw his hooves step forward. Closer to her. The look in his eyes that of protection before he studies the flower which she had just jumped at. Within a few seconds he had plucked it to the ground and was offering it to her. Shakily she let out a breath, rubbing her head against her knee to rub her angry tears from her eyes. Angry at herself, nothing more. But angry tears all the same. Then, she lowers her head a little and allows her eyes to fall shut as he delicately places it between her one ear and tucks it under some of her locks.

Her eyes didn't open until he had spoken. His voice vibrating up through her ears and comforting her just enough that she could actually take in all which he was saying. Pleading words being processed in her brain, "Stay with me. I can protect you, my lady. You won't need to worry about being lost, or alone, or abandoned... I can keep you safe, I swear it. And hte filly that you speak of, I can help you with her as well, I can whatever you need." His voice stopped for a few moments as a deep breath entered his lungs. Her eyes falling upon his as she saw the honest expression in his eyes. The deepness which she could gaze into them calming her nerves further - until they were gone - as she took a step closer, Just... think about it, Lady Resplendence. Consider my offer. Please?"

A gentle snort escaped her maw as she gently bumped her muzzle to his cheek before taking a few moments to place her words. "I would, Quilyan, I would..." She started, having to stop again as she formed her words, "But I can't leave the Foothills. Not right now. Not when they need everyone they can get. They're under invasion. They're taking away everyone who is strong. I can't leave... not with that foal. Not when they have so few people. Not when they have no hope. I'm supposed to be part of their herd. And a herd... should stick together - right?" her voice broke. She knew she was useless. She could accomplish nothing. She couldn't fight. She couldn't heal. She couldn't spy. She was just there. And deep inside she felt horrible that she could accomplish nothing. "I mean. I know I'm useless. But... the more they lose the less chance of having spirit. I can't leave now," she finished, feeling as though her reason wasn't near good enough. Her gaze dropped to the ground as she watched the grass sway back and forth in the breeze. Really, she did want to go with him. It wasn't a bad thought. But there was a line she couldn't cross morally - deserting the one thing that was supposed to be there for her if she were to need it, a herd.
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