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 |
Was she permitted to be so content? Set free, released from the nightingale cage, turned to gold in the sunlight, Lena was unlocked, unburdened, hastened to the sanctified creed of beatitude. Peace pervaded her soul, a luscious, lavished sanctum of repose, of good will, of harmony and glee. With a serene splash of rapture, a shard of reverie, a dabble of splendor, she was liberated from the barbs of rancor, from the shambles of vice and sin, from the bitter artifices of iniquity and immorality. Her heart beat a steady crescendo of carillon, fey interludes, embraces of the midday sun, caresses of the nocturne maladies, warm kisses of morning hues, bathing her in eternal glory, arduous grandeur. For what could remove her heart from these holy, delightful conjectures now? What could erase the bounty of her passing days, the tender minuets sprung from her lips, the ambrosial merriments poised from her motions? Encased and entangled in the sinuous, sliding sentiments of harpsichord bliss, seraphic euphoria, consecrated, hallowed Elysium – still composed, still collected, into the finery, the grace, of prevailing, bewitching, enchanting aspirations. She’d been polished from her weary, withering petals into the smooth, flowered love and generosity flowing past her soul, coveting her entity until it seemingly brightened by movement alone, waves of misery discarded, archaic divinity allowed to spring from within. Mellifluous contentment rang from the sway of her gleaming, radiant heart, and where monstrous calamities once thrived, they’d become banished, laced amongst a nestled patch of thorns, a crown of calamity, discarded and thrown. Driven to purpose, laced to intention, woven to ambition, aspiration, she’d been enshrouded in roses, in labyrinths, in mazes and runes where ambrosia and honey dwelled, captured it within her chest and held it aloft for the world to see. Ghosts didn’t come to snag at her airy, unearthly opulence, demons didn’t tangle her into the boughs of decadence, gorgons didn’t find and scorn her flesh into the distinct wounds of heritage and history – she was simply allowed to be happy. The earth could not stop her song.
She hummed in the Meadow, beneath the arms of an oak tree, soaking in the ardor of drifting winds, of violet thistles, of a lush passageway rich in painted chronicles. The lingering warmth of Birdsong and the lulling promise of Tallsun incensed her motions, twirled them into movements of grace and elegance, dipped the cordiality of her hymns to a paradigm of taffeta threads, regal intervals and respites before she swung swaying limbs again. Another followed in her wake, ebullient ivory bounding in seraphic prints, mischievous and wondering, inquisition after inquiry shaded by kitsune upheaval. Where Lena strayed, sublime and saintly, Imogen shadowed, devious and wily, altering any effects desolation and damnation would have scorched and seared. At a pirouette, the fay changed directions, coasting into the sun, surrounded by the melodic thrushes of songbirds, relishing in the taste of her own trill as it warbled, crooned and murmured against spring’s sonnets and verses. At her hooves, the kit chirped, and the kingdom felt the swift turn of elation sparkle against the twist of Lena’s lips, the enlightened creed of so many heart-spun convictions. A smile to blend hope, tranquility and serenity into one glorious moment, one illustrious snippet of time, where the world didn’t crash, didn’t burn, didn't bleed, around her.
[Open to any and all.]
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love LENA |
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Ree.
Like a sparrow gliding gaily on the warm and welcoming winds of Birdsong, she glides into the meadow, a twirling, weaving, blithe character beneath the radiance of the sun, a silhouette of soft earthen hues and brief touches of ivory upon her legs and sprightly face. She cannot hold still. Eyes, doe like and wide, take in the vast breadth of her serene surroundings. Ahead of her the sound of a river racing reaches her ears, the rolling white waters bubbling, babbling and musical in quality. It streams away into the distance, bending with the curve of the horizon and disappearing into the midst of soft emerald grass and violet flowers. Despite her seemingly mindless frivolity, the eager snap of her knees as they draw her hooves across the earth with a dancer’s grace, there is still an apparent wariness about her. Grouse flee from her path as she wanders, twigs snap and the wind whistles eerily on occasion, and she shies away from these things in an indiscernible tangle of legs and flying mane until the panic passes, and she can calm herself again.
It was unusual for her to be so far from home. She still smelled of the desert oasis and the fine red sand remained dusted over her skin, proof of her wayfaring. Never before had she been brave enough to delve off into the unknown of the dangerous wilds on her own, but despite her tendency to remain in the safety and comfort of the known and normal, a curiosity had blossomed in the confines of her captive mind. Inquisitiveness offers adventure and excitement, and slowly its serein’s call has serenaded the bay nymph with promises of grandeur and discovery. Each sunrise she has sat within the Throat and been content to stare at what lie beyond the blanket of the darkened horizon, to envision and create images of the wilderness and the creatures of legend within it, observe from the security of her thoughts where nothing could hurt her. But her forays into the heated lands of Helovia’s Heart had baited her, tempted her with what could be if she were only brave enough to seek it; friendship, exploration, belonging. Her heart and soul were perhaps more fragile than the average individual in the ways of being broken, for so long fear has kept her rooted in place, in routine and repetition. However, the same delicate heart and soul also yearn for existence, significance; they crave to be more than just the sum of her own faults and vices.
Hazel eyes fall upon the pair that abides within the violet and jade stained meadow, and her erratic, flighty pattern of movement ceases immediately. She is comprised of caution and curiosity, lingering just far enough away that if she need flee, she may. With innocent intrigue and unfettered fascination she looks upon the small creature that scurries and scampers at the unicorn’s feet, an unusual fox kit of the purest porcelain white, like freshly fallen snow beneath the kiss of a morning sun, its many tails brushing and twisting through the soft grass as it romps about. Ree glances at the stranger, her warm gaze lambent from beneath long lashes, and her heart racing eagerly in her chest, hopefulness and anticipation like a candle light, flickering and shining out her eyes for the mare to see. Her voice, sing song intonations of light and wind, reach forward in a bubbly, cheerful and pleasant offering of salutations.
“Hello there,” Kindness and genuity pour past parted lips, “I apologize, I don't mean to intrude."
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE |
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Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None
Aud |
01-27-2013, 03:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2013, 03:33 PM by Phaedra.)
Phaedra</style> & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>
But Lena and Imogen were not alone on this day.
Although the midday sun rose high in this BirdSong afternoon, there was still a reasonable amount of shade, for those looking to find it. Or hide in it. There might be better places for being unseen, but in fact, those were the places this mare was most likely to be recognized. The Deep Forest might come to mind, as a likely place to hide, yet as a member of The Grey, Phae might be recognized there at any time. Or not… her mind viscously reminded her, laughing at her cursed appearance. And indeed, Phae had been cursed. She knew that the Goddess of the Moon was manipulative and cruel, yet even so Phae was shocked by the extent of the trials she would endure for the promise of magic. After stepping away from the Veins, the golden beauty's appearance had been drastically and almost unrecognizably changed. Her once sleek and slender form now appeared emaciated - her chest shrunken and her ribs and hip bones protruding in an ugly and sickly manner. Her deep sooty-golden coat was now dingy and appeared to be infected with mange, or some other parasite. Her golden curls had fallen out in clumps, leaving her neck barren and her tail bone awkward and unappealing. Although very young, Phaedra now appeared to have severely aged, and now sported wrinkles, sagging skin, and only a few teeth.
The golden beauty was no more, now Phae didn't even know what she was. The only consolation was that her appearance was so appalling, she didn't even think anyone would make the connection between what they saw, and the flirtatious mare they once knew.
As her sunken eyes took in Lena's jubilant shape, gracefully moving across the meadow, she moved to stand closer to the tree under whose shade she was currently taking refuge. She didn't recognize the unicorn, nor the foxy creature bounding at her side. It was a small blessing, and Phae was thankful that so far the only two who had seen her as she was now, were two unicorns in the threshold. Recalling that moment, Phae wondered if this mare was a part of the Basin as well? Would she try and denounce Phae out of racism? Perhaps, but it wasn't as though they were anywhere near the Basin - the fields were neutral ground, were they not? As if to emphasize her point, another mare joined the first - this one hornless.
She cast her gaze to the sky, where Stella, her companion, was hunting. The black and white bird had grown significantly over the past few weeks, although she was still only half of her full size. Her white wings moved smoothly as she glided, and Phae could see from her position that Stella's bright orangey-yellow face was fixed in firm concentration as she inspected the ground for any small creature darting about. Phae could feel the chick's mind switch gears, as she latched onto something. Her slow circles suddenly ceased, and as if suddenly falling into paralysis, Stella's wings tucked neatly against her black body as she shot towards the ground. Only moments before she was about to collide head-first into the earth, did she spread her wings and extend her talons to pick up some small rodent or such, from its burrow. Grasping the creature in her talons, she trilled with delight as she began to fly back towards Phaedra to enjoy her meal.
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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 |
Lena used these moments of ease and equanimity for the art of discovery, to delve into oeuvres of inquiry, mystery, curiosity, a finely painted canvas of revelations. Brushstrokes of ardor, interest, fascination, piqued across her mind, and she dabbled in the array of colors, immersed herself within the clarity, the serenity, of a chamber encased in secrets. Like a lost soul, the meadow held its clandestine, covert boughs well, caressing grace and pressing finery into sinew of ages and snippets of war drums. Close, nestled in its heart, in its regalia, were untouched nuances of idle crimes and beseeched stories, stolen tomes and rotted tombs, and she wanted to touch every inch of its specious regard, soak into the reign of its ardor, because she was reminded so idlely of herself, caressed by flowers, blessed by morality, yet, beneath the honey and ambrosia was the enamel of savage fortitude. Her eyes dove into the meticulous display, the fine sculptures, the layered, lacquered wood christening a field of lavender hues, the bands of soil that covered and buried etchings of time. What thread to unravel, what muse to convey, what souls to find amongst the ensconsed beauty, the softened grandeur, the beguiling haze of enigmas and quandaries? Had it once fallen from grace, measured by the weight of its might, of its brawn, and the unraveling dissonance of its hands, the clamor of its sins? How had it escaped to embrace the earth again, to pervade the world in its grace, delicacy, and noble regard? Was it constructed from shambles, from shards, from fragments until at last, there was naught but the tender construction of heartbeats, fluttering, fleeting moments extended to days; survival on the floor of iniquity? Sweet, withering entities blessed, corroded, disregarded, only to grow, sprout from the blooming florets of calculated durations? At this, she smiled again, turned from the fray of waving plants, leaving them to their sub rosa, eaves of evenings under roses and thistles. Prying no longer, her lashes closed over sienna eyes, tucked along her cheeks, washed, kissed, in the glow of sun and sky, when the chirp of Imogen interrupted her repose.
The compassionate conviction of her gaze swiftly touched upon her companion, offering her grin in response, when she noted the cunning hint of the kitsune’s stare, brandished beyond the grass, fixated on another individual amongst the valley. Following Imogen’s line of sight, the nymph stared upon the other femme, immediately reminded of deer, swift, cautious, attentive and alert, eager to leap in bounds, away from peril, away from treachery; songs she couldn’t blend in her throat for fear she would not be worthy of their creation. Was she made of wind and air, this one of umber, fawn and mahogany, like the leaping, cordial entities of stags and does, graceful essences of forests, of fields, of plains that held their fascination and compulsions? Did she chase the foggy dawn, the transient mist, move in the rush of silence, twirl in the brilliance of blended earth? Had she altered her bravery, swindled it into position, for this christened day? At such a thought, Lena’s smile grew, basking the serenity of her tranquility, composure, allurement of the region, the world, the kingdom binding them all together, brethren of the heath. She could never deny a fellow creature of might, tenacity and determination. Vocals sprinkled a mellifluous chord over the flowers, curled nuances of well wishes, kindness, endurance and mettle to surround the quaking, quivering femme locked in enticement and exploration. “Not at all. It’s a pleasant day to be among newfound friends.” The sylph offered a brief dip of her regal head, winked when she returned to her prior position. “I’m Lena, and this is Imogen.” She gestured to the ivory bundle slinking amongst the grass, tails swinging wildly above blades of greenery. “Who are you?”
Yet, there is another amongst the quiet, hushed gathering – not to be ignored, not to be outdone in the haze of lingering compulsions and intrigues. Imogen, ever alert, ever vigilant, sprung her blue eyes to the sky, a witness to a bird hunting its prey. A lurking, haunting silence hung between its wings, along its elegant motions, undulating breaths of predatory, mercenary delight, diving and plucking its meal from the arms of once sheltering grass. Sanctuary rendered useless, decayed and worthless, the animal is sacrificed, torn into armaments of necessity – and the kit, captivated, engrossed, imitated shades of the raptor’s swift, streamlined movements. Launching from the ground to another aspect of earth, it pounced upon pebble and stem, stalk and leaf, emulating quick, rapid movements, but not stealth. Catching Lena’s attention away from the gentle equine, the sylph eyed her fox’s motions, almost thought to giggle, when her sharp gaze pricked against the shadows of a nearby tree; beneath the tower was another. There was no recognition in her pose or poise, no hint of having met the wandering Pegasus, but with the confines of sable shade ghosting, trickling, writhing, over her form, the songbird couldn’t make out any distinguishing features to gain anything worthy of note. Instead of leaving her to be ignored by the traces of the earth, by the dusky hollows of day, she gestured towards the individual, conjured another warble along the streamlined course of smooth benedictions and strong hearts. “Hello! You may join us, if you’d like.” Why did she cling to the armaments of Stygian hues and solace? Why did she drift amongst the glade, stolen by darkness and gloom? What lay trapped there, in the shell of protective boughs?
Perhaps Lena would uncover secrets here, in the midst of wood and fen.
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love LENA |
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Ree.
“Who are you?”
The friendly stranger, now named Lena, speaks to her in quiet, personable tones of inquiry. Ree’s previous caution, her nervous inspection of the bay unicorn and her ivory companion, is decreased significantly. Hazel eyes, like the faded green of a summer field, peer merrily back at the honey-amber gaze of her new found acquaintance, and she ruminates of the lady’s question for a moment, finding that if she were to really delve her heart into the discovery of who she was, she would be even more lost than she already is. She is built of wind and sunlight, fleeting and evanescent, a warm ray of daylight’s undeniable radiance against life’s shadows and darkness. Yet Ree cannot find solidarity, remains lost amongst the doubts and fears her lack of confidence has created. It is a stronghold in her mind, holding hostage any remains of assurance or poise, crafting from anxiety and angst the flighty creature that now stands before Lena within the thistle meadow of indigo flowers.
“I am Ree,”She dips her own petite head in formal greeting, mirroring the pretty unicorn’s actions with impish grace, “It is lovely to meet you both, Lena and Imogen.”
She enjoys the melodic ring of their names, sweet and sacchrine, as the sound of her voice breaks the stillness of the air that often accompanies the moments between exchanges in a conversation. She is cordial, polite, a smile of childish innocence causing the corners of her velvet lips to curl ever so slightly, respectfully reserved and courteous. Ree allows her attention to accompany the movement of the fox kit through the green grasses, multiple tails waving wildly in avid enjoyment, and the bay mare lowers her head and takes a few timid steps forward, investigating the erratic, excited movements of the small creature. She glances to Lena once more, glee of the most sincere, honest sort alight across the expressions of her refined façade. She reaches out to the kitsune with a gentle rush of warm breath, taller blades of grass brushing soft cheeks as she lowers her head, plush muzzle welcomingly outstretched. There was something about the small, fragile Imogen that called to Ree, a familiarity she could not shake, and she envied the carefree way the kit frolicked amongst its company, uncaring and unafraid. She longed for the same freedom.
Lena’s voice, musical and smooth, draws Ree’s attention away from Imogen, and she turns her eyes in the same direction as the unicorn, spotting a second stranger in the distance. Eyes narrowed in innocent curiosity, Ree watches the figure as she stands unmoving beneath the shade of a large tree, and she sees the bird that swoops down out of the warm blue skies as it hunts, flying back to the mare once its meal is caught. Her inherently friendly nature hopes that the stranger will accept Lena’s invitation to join them, for she craved company more than anything. For so long she had spent her time alone, in quiet contemplation of life’s many mysteries and hidden secrets. Though she feared the world, and the dangers within it, she still yearned to experience those that were good, the virtuous and the noble, the kind and compassionate. Drawing closer to Lena, captivated like a moth to the flame, she glances between the pearlescent fox kit at their feet, and the winged visitor that lingers in the shadow of the mighty oak.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE |
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Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None
Aud |
Phaedra</style> & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>
Stella observed the kitsune happily bounding and copying her movements, from her place at Phae's side. Typically, companions of completely different species do not interact with one another; even so, the small bird was intrigued by the fox-creatures gay movements. Still, Stella sensed her bonded's hesitation when the Unicorn mare called out to her, and decided it best to leave the companion alone. Trilling softly with slight disappointment, the chick refocused her efforts on consuming her meal.
Hello! You may join us, if you'd like. A moment of painful uncertainty washed through the once golden-mare. She found that it was mildly difficult to understand the mare's words, even though she wasn't so far away. Biting her lip, Phae wondered if the curse had effected her ears in some way - her vision didn't appear to be affected...maybe there was simply something wrong with her ears? Perfect. Just what I need, she thought angrily. Her first instinct had been to lie to the two mares, who seemed to be patiently waiting to see if she would join them. Lie, and say she was meeting someone, or had to be somewhere...However, the emaciated pegasus found that no excuses were presenting themselves to her mind. Then again...she didn't recognize either of the mares...perhaps they would simply view her as some old hag? Perhaps she could use this to her advantage? At the thought, a toothless grin broke out across her features - she doubted very much that the Goddess of the Moon would like it if Phae benefited in some way from this damned curse.
Moving slowly, with age and arthritis, the mangy and de-saturated palominio moved towards the two mares. Even though the weather was significantly warmer than it had ever been, Phae felt incredibly uncomfortable. Her patchy coat did little to insulate the mare, and she found herself moving quickly from too hot, to too cold. She also felt as though her exposed skin was becoming sunburned, and the tightness in her wings assured her that they already had been burned. Her sunken green gaze washed over the two of them, no longer holding the confident or flirtatious sparkle that they had only days ago. As she neared, she idly wondered what their reaction could be. Maneless, tailless, emaciated, aged, withered...an old hag, that was what she had become.
Stopping a few feet away, she regarded them carefully. She was far away from The Grey's territory, and having only a handful of 'friends', she felt extremely vulnerable out here, in the open. She could no longer run with any sort of grace or speed, and very much doubted that her molting and withered wings would support her in flight. Nodding carefully, she eyed each mare warily, mentally calling Stella to her side. With a look of concern, the yellow-faced secretary bird picked up her meal, and glided gracefully to Phae's side. Normally, the bird perched on her bonded's wither, but given Phae's state of decay, Stella decided the ground was a better option for both of them. Chirping politely, Stella looked from Lena to Ree, and finally to Imogen. In her little mind, she hoped that her bonded would stay a while with these mares, so she could hunt with the fox-thing.
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