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The hunter and his companion have wandered far, following scent trails and tracks to find their prey. Manhattan raises her snout to the air before placing it back on the ground and leading her master onward. A thin whine crawls from the corner of her lips, drawing him closer just as the humming vibrato of a violin shortens the distance between lovers. The two are inseparable regardless of his mental state; even as Knox relaxes his own mind and restores his body to Anaan, the dog feels their kinship burned strong into her bones. She carries him forward steadily- turning back to ensure he follows and forcing her steps into silence to account for the sighing of his feathers as they catch on the wet marsh grasses.
Their game stands innocent at the edge of the waters, her doe eyes wide and her white sliver of a tail flashing in the low Birdsong moonlight. From his shaded place beneath the trees, Knox is almost invisible- it is when he steps closer and a stray moonbeam shines upon him that he is given away. Manhattan's eyes flash bright in tandem with the sudden illumination of Knox's enchanted bridle- in an instant, the pair are given away. Across the water the doe starts and leaps forward, creating a chorus of splashes that joins the ever-present groans of the uneasy dead. Like a bullet Manhattan flies forward to meet the creature where it stands, but the water stops her. She is not scared to swim; the young retriever has spent many a days in the river with her master.
But these are not normal waters. The darkness that stirs in them is illustrated clearly enough by the dull haze they take on even in the clear moonlight. The thick, muddy pools cannot be penetrated even by the grace of the divine goddess of the moon. This alone would be enough to hold Anaan back; but Knox's hunger propels him forward. The draft mutt gallops through the brush noisily, for there is no longer any need to remain clandestine, and breaks the surface of the water with one swift descent of a hoof. Fish that had gathered to rest at the water's edge scatter and leap above the surface, only to be dragged back down. The surface of the bubbling water, disturbed by tortured breaths of the spirits trapped underneath, ripples with a sudden intensity that no longer seems natural. There is magic in these unsafe waters which Manhattan has warned him from, but the hunter does not care.
Mud and fluids of decomposition splatter up the sides of his powerful legs; He blinks with heavy lids and long lashes stroke the high bones of his cheek even as they are contained by the bridle. Anaan would turn back, were he a coward; Knox were he reasonable. And in time, the stallion does buck and rear and run the other way; but only after the doe disappears.
For something beneath the water has felt its motion and sensed its warmth, and something far more vicious and starving than Knox or his ancestors has snapped at the prey. In an instant, the doe is gone- grabbed in a flash by a set of undead jaws to drown beneath the waters and die with them. Knox turns with a neigh of fright, clamoring for the safety of the water's edge where Manhattan stands, waiting. And even when the ground is beneath his feet he feels unsafe. He tastes the muck of the water mixed with nervous sweat on the edge of his lips and the fear races on, forcing the heart to beat faster until it might break.
But he cannot break before the midnight moon, even after having seen such a thing as terrible as that. And so Manhattan leans closer to him, dirtying her coat unhesitatingly, and returns to him his calm. Knox's panic fades, and the protector's mind surrounds him.
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CHILD OF THE NIGHT</style>
Blessed with wind and darkness</style>
High in the sky above, the moon sat unhampered by any sort of obstructions, free to cast its soft rays of light across the land of Helovia. It was almost unsettling, the dense silence that had spread over the marsh, but not for the young colt that had dared to trespass into its boundaries on this night.
The child of darkness picked his way through the murky, sloshing waters with ease, ears twitching about in alertness. He would have blended seamlessly beneath the shadows of the gnarled trees, but the colt's sides and muzzle glittered like the moon itself whenever her rays caressed his obsidian pelt. Such an appearance did not bother the young colt, however; if anything, the unusual trait would scare away any predators lingering in the far off darkness.
Mesec wasn't entirely certain what had coaxed him out of the Basin in the first place, and here to the marshes, of all places. Maybe he had simply grown bored of the same old faces, all the same strange looks he would receive by those blessed with only a horn growing from their forehead... In truth, the colt wasn't sure what to think of it all. So far, he so no reason to look on with disgust at those with wings at their sides, Pegasus; horns upon their brow, Unicorns; or those that were the most primitive among them; Equines. And then there was himself, the enigma, the one that had more than one of these qualities. Were there others like him, aside from his mother?
The thoughts could have gone on for hours, he supposed, but they disappeared in an instant. The sound of running, accompanied by the splashes of water and, shortly after, what sounded like heavier hoof beats thundering after prey. It was a most curious thing, and instead of coming to a halt, the colt picked up into a trot and headed for the edge of the treeline. It opened up into somewhat of a clearing, consisting mostly of what was a body of pungent water, and today, it would serve as the battleground for these two creatures.
One, a tawny doe, who held nothing but fear within her eyes; or, that's what he would have guessed, for he wasn't quite close enough to tell. The second was an equine, dark as the night itself, save for the strange contraption encompassing his face. It cast an eerie green glow upon the other stallion's face who, all of a sudden, seemed to change his demeanor completely and go bucking off in another direction. Within seconds, the innocent deer is grabbed by a set of unnerving jaws, and dragged into the depths of the waters below. The demigod gave a shudder as he watched the surface bubble for a moment, before it finally disappeared, and the water becomes placid once more.
For a moment, all that Mesec can do is look on with mild horror at what he'd just witnessed. If something so powerful lay beneath the dark water, just several yards away, then what could be within the trees where he stood? The divine child was quick to shake the thought from his head, lest the fear get to him and force him to run like a coward. After all, did he not have the ever watchful eyes of his mother upon him?
Now, his attention had returned to the black draft who had returned to the soggy shore. At his side stood a canine, who undoubtedly seemed to calm him. Mesec thought briefly about turning and walking back home to the Basin, but he felt the need to know what purpose the other had for being here. Drawing in a deep breath, the youngling stepped out from his cover, if his shining pelt had not already given him away, and he approached. Special attention was given to the murky pool that had claimed the deer, for Mesec made sure to round it at a distance he felt was comfortable, and safe.
As the space between them lessens, Mesec focuses pale, pupiless eyes upon the draft, as if gauging his reaction as to his sudden presence. Finally he drew to a halt, leaving a few yards between them, before he gathered the courage to speak. A demigod he may be, but he is still young. "I'm sorry if I've bothered you," he began, his eyes ever glued upon those blue of the other stallion's, "But might I ask... Just what that was all about?"
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The protector is unfazed by the colt emerging from the wood. Perhaps it is the stress that has already been placed upon his aging mind, or perhaps it is his fatherly instinct that lends him courage. Perhaps he is simply courage by default. Regardless of the meaning, the muddied stallion takes an unhesitating step closer to the colt.
"This bog is no place for a child," the protector instructs firmly, reaching down at first as if to protect. Knox's influence pulls Anaan back; perhaps to some extent the hunter knew of Mesec's heritage, or perhaps it was simply an understanding of age. "Then again, you're no ordinary child, are you?"
Manhattan's eyes, narrowed and cautious, evaluated the stranger. Though her hackles shifted slightly upwards, she remained loyal to her master and stood faithfully still by his side. To some extent she was still alert from the experience in the murky waters- still fearful that they might meet their game's fate. But Anaan seemed willing to overlook the event, even as Knox dwelled on them in recoiled terror. "You haven't bothered either of us, Colt," Anaan answered smoothly and gently with recognition of his companion. Lowering his head to meet the strange, glittering child's gaze, but keeping a respectful distance, he examined he colt. "Tell me, what has brought you here alone and in such cover of darkness?" Without intention, Knox's own magic wrapped around Anaan as a protective measure, pulling him into the darkness as his words faded away.
Strange how one discovered new powers- sometimes when they were not even aware. Though Mesec and Manhattan were present throughout, very suddenly Knox's figure became one with the darkness. All other life would see him as nothing but another patch of shadow on the border of the swamp- should Mesec remain outside the borders of the cloak, perhaps even he, son of the Moon, would have trouble finding the draft among the night.
[You have learned the hard way that consistently rping with me is no easy feat. I'm sorry. This is not my best, but I owed you a reply regardless of my muse level. :(
In other news: Knox's cloaking magic may extend to Mesec if you wish, I wrote it ambiguously.]
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04-11-2013, 05:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2013, 06:00 AM by Mesec.)
CHILD OF THE NIGHT</style>
Blessed with wind and darkness</style>
As Mesec approached, the stranger faced him and took a step closer, unhindered by hesitation. The onyx stallion was a towering form of confidence in the colt's presence, seeming genuinely unbothered by the freakish event that had just taken place. In the back of his mind, Mesec still yearned to know just what had come up from out of those murky waters, threatening to consume all that ventured too close to its stagnant home.
When the Friesian spoke, Mesec couldn't help but narrow his eyes in somewhat of an indignant response. He saw himself as a brave colt, who had no need to fear anything except for maybe the monster in the water; after all, he had ventured here all by himself, and his mother was always watching over him in the darkness of night... Right? "I am not a child," he retorted, but then paused in his haughty words to listen to what else the stallion spoke of. No, Mesec was far from ordinary, and he was glad to see that somebody else was finally able to realize it. It wasn't that he often rubbed it in or anything, but the constant, snide looks given to him back home often put the colt down in more ways than he cared to think of. "That it what I've been told," he replied after another moment, his words much more gentle now and lacking in their previous animosity.
The demigod's eyes lingered briefly on the canine at Knox's side, noting the way that she looked upon him with uncertainty. He was unused to the presence of things like dogs, as the Basin was virtually empty of things like companions. Willing himself to look away from her, lest he unsettle her, he looked back to the Friesian when he spoke next. The stallion's voice was gentle, almost fatherly as he dropped his head closer to Mesec's own. Despite the accusation of being a child earlier, Mesec was quickly finding that he liked this nameless, obsidian stranger.
"I like the dark," he admitted in answer to Knox, unaware that the voice speaking to him was not exactly the one belonging to the body which stood before him. "Mother always told me it's better than the daylight, and I think she was right." At that, his gaze drifted upward and held to the shape of the moon for but a brief moment, before returning to Knox's gaze. "She's always watching over me, so I'm not afraid. I came here because..." He drifted off, uncertainty creeping over him like a disease. Would this stranger even care about his petty tale? Certainly, the stallion before him had many a great stories to be told, while Mesec himself had none. "I don't like it at home," he decided to say simply, and left it at that.
Unbeknownst to the colt, Knox's magic extended to him, cloaking him in the cover of shadow. Unaware as he was, however, Mesec carried on the conversation without so much as a look around, eager to finally know this stranger's name. "I'm Mesec," he said, lifting his head up higher, proud as he proclaimed it, "Who are you?"
"blah blah blah."
[ooc - Just a note, that I know Knox isn't technically a stallion yet; that's just how Mesec is perceiving him. <3]
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The protector notices that there is something odd about the conversation and situation all too late. Manhattan has suspected something from the very start, but even melded together, the minds of Knox and Anaan had not perceived the supernatural aspects of the evening. But now, looking closer, Anaan sees the faint shimmering of the colt's dappled coat in the moonlight. He notices, with a sudden clarity, life emerge from the desolate bog as small rodents scurry across the earth and almost directly beneath his feet. He watches as they stop, struck still and sniffing the air around the three of them as if sensing something, but still looking right through them all. It is as if the three were never there at all.
And there is something comforting about knowing one is unknown. As the hollows within his breast seem to fill with an odd sensation, it becomes clear to the protector that some sort of magic has cast its net over them all. But what does it mean, then, if even unintentionally he has sought to include the colt? The protector balks somewhat, lifting his head high on an arched, dappled neck, and shaking it back and forth slightly. The tangled waves of his hair fly and catch beneath the glowing white straps of the halter- it casts a sickly, green pallor across his features. His eyes, once a clear blue, appear an unhealthily verdant hue in the light. Still, he gazes intently upon the colt.
So he has heard this before, then? He is aware that he is not normal? For Anaan is certain, now, of the colt's remarkable individuality. There is something inherently special about the hybrid that he cannot place, but it is undeniable, and to be respected. Knox seems to urge Anaan to bow before the colt, but the older stallion does nothing but step closer to bridge the gap he has just created.
Manhattan has stood and begun to pace, curling her body around his legs anxiously. Like a slalom, she curves in and out, treating Knox's figure like a comforting sort of statue. Perhaps at ill ease because of the cloak about them or unnerved by the colt's evident power, she begins to whine quietly. Her blue eyes are piercing as they search the gaze of her master, seeking his mind in the depths of Anaan's. He turns from her, pulling away his gaze. He cannot bear to see that sort of pain so clearly.
The colt speaks of the dark and of home. Anaan has lost his home and his shadow- Knox, it seems, while a subject of the night, has never had a true home. The stallion merely nods sagely in the hunter's body, looking beyond the colt, apparently named Mesec, as he muses.
"I am Knox," he answers slowly, rolling his tongue in his mouth like a toy as he speaks. The name is familiar only in thought. It is strange to speak it as if it is his own. "The dark... the night, that is. It is nice. The Goddess of the moon has blessed us," he speaks, dipping his head to inhale the dead scent of marsh grasses and accept Manhattan's affectionate nuzzle as she senses Knox's mind once more- his mind blinded by worship, but Manhattan's own master and friend nonetheless. The hunter's thoughts are faint, but clear enough to the mutt. She must adjust to so many minds. "It is nice to enjoy the evening with you, Mesec. Just us loners," croons the kind, deep tones of Anaan as his mind breaks through the shared thoughts of Knox and Manhattan. He nudges Manhattan gently towards the colt, but the dog seems hesitant. Perhaps, after all this time, she has taken on some of her master's antisocial mannerisms.
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CHILD OF THE NIGHT</style>
Blessed with wind and darkness</style>
He had noticed it before, but it was only now that Mesec truly took in the strange contraption wrapped around the taller stallion's face. It was a pristine white and gave off an eerie glow, illuminating it's wearer's face and giving him a frightening appearance. Perhaps Mesec was foolish not to be afraid of his company, though it was the elder's kind words and gentle tone that truly kept him with feet firmly planted on the ground.
Mesec wanted nothing more than to learn more about the stranger, but before he could even fathom a question to ask, the Friesian tossed his head and seemed as though he were trying to fight something off. The colt, unable to help himself, tipped his head to the side in innocent curiosity. Had an insect flown into his eye? Was the thing on his face bothersome? It certainly looked like it was. As quickly as it had happened, though, it stopped, and Mesec found himself looking into the verdant, almost glowing gaze of the ebony giant.
The stallion comes closer, as does his canine companion. She seems on edge still, almost nervous that her master has come closer to him. Mesec was unused to the bonds that were often formed between equine and other animals, for it seemed a rarity in his frozen home. The dog let loose a whine, undoubtedly trying to pull the stallion's attention away from Mesec and back to her; but it all seems to be in vain, for she is ignored and the Friesian's attention remains upon him.
When he is finally given a name to put to the stallion's face, Mesec found the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. "Knox," he repeated, if only to engrave it into the depths of his young mind. He would remember it for as long as he was able, for in his short life, Knox was the first to look upon him with kindness in his eerie eyes. Mesec could only hope that it was not childish of him to hope, to pray, that their meeting would some day meld into something more like a friendship, despite the fact that the colt knew little of the term.
Knox speaks then of his mother, to which instantly brings a gratified smile onto the youngster's face. It wasn't often somebody spoke of the lavender mare with such compassion, and the change was more than welcome in the silver eyes of the colt. "She is my mother," he spoke up then, wondering how the other might take to such a revelation, "I bet she'd like you. Maybe you can meet her one day." There is obvious excitement in the hybrid's tone, for the mere thought of seeing his mother again had him giddy. He had seen her far too little since the day she had dumped him at his father's feet in the Basin, leaving him scared and unsure of what was going on. He understood now, of course, but it didn't keep him from wanting to see her.
Again Knox speaks, and finally seems to give his companion some sort of comfort. With a flick of his still short tail, the colt takes a step closer to the pair, glancing cautiously to Manhattan. He didn't want to unsettle the canine any further, and was ready to move back if need be. When he returned his gaze back to Knox, however, a grin was quick to return to his face. "I like it, too, Knox. Can I ask..." He trailed off for a moment, uncertain if the older male would grow annoy with his petty questions. Deciding to chance it, however, he inhaled softly and spoke. "Where are you from? And what's that thing on your face?"
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The protector cannot help but trust the colt. There is something about him that comforts Knox, and even, to an extent, soothes his own well-aged soul. Perhaps it is the wise innocence with which Mesec carries himself, or the polite curiosity that he exhibits. Anaan delves deep into the mind of the hunter, searching for that same shred of innocence borne in a child.
He is sad to find only a hollow, dark space lined with blood. Is this what his earliest memory had been? Drinking the blood of Roanne, his father and Anaan's cursed son? The great and kind soul of Anaan sighs heavily, letting his breath turn sour in the marsh air. Manhattan stops her protestations only now, now that Anaan has settled upon the truth of her master. Deep in Knox's mind he feels a loyalty to the moon and sees flashes of memories. Visits to her shrine and crudely carved bones... all leading to this. This is how Anaan still lives.
Mesec suddenly raises the stakes and turns the conversation's subject to his mother: The Goddess of the Moon. Anaan, still puzzling over his new understanding of Knox's worship, barely has time to react before he feels himself losing control. Knox's faith blind Anaan, pulling him back into the woodwork until it is Knox, half crazed and still shaken by the monsters of the marsh, who emerges. Like a cub from his winter den, Knox views the world with amazement. He is in the presence of a god.
Manhattan's disposition has soured swiftly and dangerously. Her hackles lift and her magic begins to swirl in the air about them. Faint, tiny pictures of blood covered imps cloud her blue eyes before the hunter interrupts her focus. "Manhattan, behave," he neighs loudly, uncomfortably. Though her distrust of the moon is nothing new, he has expected her at least to understand the child's innocence. Whatever sins Manhattan may find in the shadow of the moon, Knox is certain that Mesec is not to be counted among them.
"I trust you, Mesec," the hunter says, his voice still tinted with Anaan's kindness. It is the content of the speech that changes- all else remains under the protector's influence. "And so I will tell you my secret." The colt sighs heavily, hoping to at last share his troubles. Manhattan, still wary, sulks by his side and casts the tribrid an occasional dirty look, but no longer attempts to persuade her master. He is a fool, she thinks with disappointment. Let him share his deepest secrets, she will not stop him this time.
"I am from here, I was born in Helovia's deep woods. But this bridle..." he begins with a step backwards and a look out into the undisturbed wilderness, "...this bridle is from a land very far away. It has been worn by all the great stallions in my family. And your mother has given me the gift of their knowledge." He spoke with confidence, feeling clarity surmount fear and insanity. "Sometimes when I speak, I am someone else." He watches the colt closely, looking for a reaction. The news of his magic is surely nothing to brush aside.
Or is it? Is it really only so important to him?
[[This tag is awful and was a long time coming. I am so sorry.]]
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