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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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A week ago, the prince's thoughts would have been filled with Resplendence. She still lingers in his memories - the touch of her velvet muzzle; the smell of those long, wavy locks; the emotions that flooded his veins in her presence - and he knows that she will remain an integral part of his life. He is determined to care for her as he has done for no one else before, after all. Others would call it 'love,' but the concept is foreign to him, and so he does not label it. All he knows of affection is that of parent and child, and of that he knows only a minimal amount. What with running a kingdom, his own parents had little time for him when he was young. His youth had been spent in rebellion against the politics that accompanied his role as the heir to the throne. It is only now that he understands what he has lost. And it was Resplendence that made him understand.
Before her, he was obsessive about the female gender rather than any individual, but now that he has her, he barely even notices other mares. Perhaps it would have depressed him in his past, the thought that he would be tied to one fae - in fact, that was the very rule which he rebelled so fervently against - but in his present, it is a fact that fills him with warmth and pride. Ah, how things change. And things have changed again, for the egg that he protected so well for the past month hatched only a week ago. Since then, he has been filled with thoughts of the tiny creature currently woven into his mane. He is filled with wonder at the bond that the pair of them share, an intricate thing that has grown even in the short time that they have shared. It is a bond of emotions right now, a link that allows him to understand her feelings, though he cannot understand her chittering speech. But it is enough.
Resplendence still dances in the back of his mind, but he is currently exploring Helovia with a new set of eyes. The little pygmy marmoset has never seen such splendors as the ocean or the mountains, has ever experienced the thrill of flight. Well, he won't fly with her, not yet, anyway. She is so young, and so small, and so fragile. No, he will stay close to the ground for now. He feels so protective of the young creature in a different way than that which he feels of Resplendence. She is very quickly becoming an extension of himself, a part of him, and though it has been only a week, he knows that he would be devastated should he lose her. Later, he will understand the bond that exists, will understand that she is as much a part of him as he is her. He will know that they are inseparable, a pair for life. Later, the irony will not be lost on him, but for now he remains unaware.
He strolls along the beach, listens to the waves crashing against the sand. A strong wind is gusting, ever-present where the land meets the sea. Hold on tight, he says silently to Zarina, and though she does not understand the words, the concept it understood. He feels her movements as she weaves his mane tighter around herself. She is resting in a small ball upon his withers, at the point where his mane ended. She has created a nest there, and he chuckles at the thought. If he turns his head, he can see the little ball of fur and mane, two wide, golden eyes peering out. His wings are folded neatly at his side, offering some protection to the little marmoset, and he feels her gratitude through the bond. Looking around once more, violet eyes scan his surroundings. He had met a band of pirates here, once. He had almost joined them. Where are they now?
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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.
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Cosette had been wondering through the threshold these past few days. She had found a few people to join her and the pirates. Two mares, but she still felt lonely in the threshold. She missed the sea anytime she was away, the smell, the feeling of the water around her legs, the breeze running through her mane.
She began to make her way to the sea again. It called to her, welcoming her with open arms. It screamed out her name, luring her to back. Memories flooded her mind for the first time since she had been in Helovia. She had not had much time to just sit and think. But now that she was all alone walking, her mind wondered off. She remembered her mother standing at the sea with her. Her mother was beautiful, just like Cosette, but her mother was simple, a pure bay with a flaxen mane and tail and blue eyes. Utterly gorgeous to Cosette. Her mother lacked one thing that Cosette had, which she wished more than anything for it to go away, a horn.
Oh Cosette, pourquoi avez-vous supporter cette horrible chose sur votre visage? She said out loud to herself as she walked. She sighed to herself as she found herself exiting the trees, looking out to the sea. A warm smile covered her face as all her memories faded. She was home again, right where she belonged. She heard a faint sound, turning her head quickly to notice a stallion wondering the edge of the sea. She turned her head. She had not seen him before, and he certainly was not a pirate.
The curious animal trotted gracefully towards the male. Her head and tail held high in elegance. She was strong and not afraid as she approached him. Before she could get to close to the stallion she spoke to warn him of her coming. Ahoy there! What brings ye to walk these parts? she said with a warm smile assuring him she meant no harm
OOC: French Translation: Oh Cosette, why do you have to bear this awful thing on your face?
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| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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The mare is a beauty, there is no doubt about it. She is a bay, but odd white markings cover her body, particularly her hindquarters. A long, flowing mane sports streaks of white, and her unicorn heritage is betrayed as much by the leonine tail as the horn on her forehead. As pretty as she may be, however, he finds himself comparing her to Resplendence. Her mane is not as long and silky, her coloring not as lovely, her eyes not as deep. Not that he has gotten close enough to see her eyes yet, but he assumes it anyway. His bonded chirps as she scrambles to a place perched upon his poll. He can feel her exasperation, and though she cannot yet communicate in words, he chuckles at her unspoken berating.
The mare's voice is warm and kind, and he smiles at her with genuine affection and charm. Despite his obsession with Resplendence, he cannot help but flirt with femmes - it is his nature, after all - and though he will feel guilty later, he continues the trend with this one. "Hello, fair lady," he calls, bowing his head slightly with respect. He can feel Zarina grasp for mane to keep from falling, and though he sends an apology through the bond, she begins to chitter angrily at him, no doubt lecturing him on responsibility. "Hush, little one," he tells her, using the bond to convince her to comply with his will. The marmoset settled, grumbling, though she kept a hold on his mane.
"My name is Quilyan," he informed her. "Might you be kind enough to divulge yours, m'lady?" There was a slight smirk on his face, his orbs twinkling with mischief. It was all in good fun, and he made it quiet obvious that this was so with a wink. She sounded like a nice enough fae, and he always enjoyed chatting with good company. That is, if she didn't mind his meaningless advances.
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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.
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Cosette looked curiously at the little monkey as she drew closer to the two. What was that that sat upon his neck entangled in his mane? Aye it was a companion that she had heard much about but, indeed had no idea what exactly it was.
She dipped her head in recognition to him as well as he introduced himself. She smiled softly. Her and Corsair were basically mates now, and the mare had no other stallion on her mind. Sure this other stallion was more her height and quite handsome. But she had no interest in him.
Cosette, lady of the sea, an' the Captains lass. she said the last part with a slight chuckle and a smile crossing her face. How good it felt to say that. She was so happy to be so close to him, and how she missed his touch.
So what brings ye to this part of the blue? she asked. She found herself becoming more and more like a leader type, course she would have to if she was to stand at Corsairs side.
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