| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Murdock looked down at the dark beach below, his body pitching downward slightly as he slowed his airspeed. The snowy plains of the Steppe were just ahead, and as he moved into the cold front he folded his wings and dropped down lower. Roughly contoured snow met his silver hooves as he landed once more upon solid ground, trotting a few paces over the icy footing before coming to a halt. He had flown north-west from the border of the Foothills, eager for a change of scenery and a chance to visit the snowy plains he loved so dearly. However, summer had melted the ice and the infinite expanse of land was now much less impressive than it had been on his last visit. Nonetheless, he turned his back toward the land and looked up to the darkening sky, clouds blotting out the afternoon sunlight and threatening the steppe with a wet snow.
Murdock truly was a herd animal at heart, as most horses were, but he couldn’t quell the feeling of adventure that had gripped him as he’d looked out over the mountains of the Foothills that morning. The leaves had begun to take on warm colours, the forests being set ablaze by the fiery hues of Orangemoon as the days once more grew longer and the air grew cooler. The invasion was weeks behind him now, and the monotonous green slopes of his new home had lost their novelty. Being around family and friends had a certain security to it, of course, and his instincts warned him against venturing off alone; however, he had tossed such prehistoric inhibitions aside in favour of a soothing stroll across the northern territories.
It had hardly taken any time to fly to the southern shores of the Steppe from the Foothills, and he doubted anyone would notice his absence if he was gone for such a short time. Orangemoon rains had begun to fall in the south, and despite all the good the precipitation did for the land, Murdock couldn’t bring himself to appreciate it. Snow, on the other hand, was something he had always loved. Turning away from the looming storm, he picked his way inland over the scattering of rocks and shrubs that poked through the melted snow. A harsh wind had picked up, and he clutched his downy wings tight against his sides and turned his face out of the wind.
The land was barren for miles around, with no hint of shelter in view. Distant mountains loomed ahead on the horizon, their dark peaks crowned with snow and low cloud. It was a bleak setting, and Murdock was beginning to regret his decision to visit the north. Perhaps he could have chosen a day when the weather was better, but this would have to do for now. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled his head in against his chest and raised his wings slightly as a wind barrier. His mane lashed against his neck, his tail cutting into his hocks as it snapped against his skin. “What a miserable day,” he muttered sourly, glaring up at the angry sky.
Perhaps he would get lucky and stumble upon a certain dark, familiar face, but that seemed altogether unlikely given the unfavourable weather. He almost laughed at his sorry situation, thinking bitterly about the flight home and how rough the skies would be. Maybe he would be condemned to spend the night on the Steppe, curled up beneath some ledge like a lost dog. Pawing at the soft snow, he pushed it aside to reveal the frozen ground below. A few sprigs of browned grass were folded overtop one another, their withered stalks frozen to the dark earth. Murdock glared at the grass, kicking snow back over the vegetation before setting off once more across the Steppe. How did anyone survive out here?
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Snö was in a dangerous mood.
There were no other words to describe it. Today, she did not want to kill and murder and slaughter. She wanted to inflict pain, to taste blood on her lips and her hooves on satin coat. She wanted to tear skin, break bones, hear the satisfying crunch of shattering skeletons; she wanted to scent fear, and undying pain. She did not want clean deaths, she wanted to maim, for the ones in her way, however briefly, to be maimed, to feel that pain permanently, forever, she wanted them to regret ever seeing her cold face. Today Snö's heart was savage, burning with a cold flame, ready to torture and crucify. Whatever control she had over the desire normally was a faded ember, a parody of the iron fist she normally exerted over her racist nature. The cold of the wind cut straight through and shattered the last shred of warmth, kept hidden, from her younger days, when she was a small child unknowing of the Plague founded near the time of her birth.
Snö was beautiful as always, yet today it was a barbaric, uncivilized, uncultured, vicious pulchritude. Today her chestnut coat was not chocolate, but dried blood, russet turning brown, staining the white of glacial ice. Her mane and tail were writhing in torment as the wind snarled and snapped around her, as frigid as her heart. She raged in her silence, was terrible in her cold savagery, and the white-tailed rabbits fled from her step, and when one was not fast enough, she snarled and snapped, sending Tarak the bronze wolf racing after, and then the blood was on the ground. The terrible beauty stared at the quivering beast, bleeding from multiple piercing wounds, and took it from the wolf, sending her horn through it's leg, and watched it in cruel delight try to flee. Minutes passed, and Snö enjoyed its pain, savored it. Snö was confident no one was around- she was hidden by the scattered rocks, and far from any company whose scent may be carried by the howling wind.
So she watched to bleed out to death, and then she stepped so elegantly over it, her face an impressionable mask.
Snö moved out, delighting in the fierceness of the wind, itching to move from the Basin and go spying. Never had the warrior thought she might have enjoyed it- but she liked the freedom, even though her passion still lay with the warriors. As she moved towards the silver ocean, planning to follow it down to the Heavenly Fields, the wind carried to her a scent, one of feathers and sky, one of a pegasus and Foothills. A mercenary. Snö picked up pace, hooves a thunderous tattoo against the hardened, icy ground, carrying herself with a conceited, inborn vanity, neck arched and horn pointed, a glittering ice dagger. The ocean roared, a gray monster smashing against the ice, the air stinking of salt, a mockery of the beautiful ocean under the cliffs of the home she hungered for. It was only through that small ember did she slow to a respectable pace, coming in to the stallion she scented earlier.
Her eyes were wild and animalistic, a wolf's eyes, and Tarak, perhaps sensing her mood, bared silver teeth and narrowed eyes, mimicking anger. Snö's eyes skipped over him, sizing him up, from his youth to his size, to the color of his wings, but she didn't care. All she cared about was that he was not a unicorn, and he was near the Basin. Any beauty that might be seen in his face was stamped out. He was hideous, abominable, revolting, morbid, macabre, monstrous, gruesome, detestable- he was inferior.
"You are a long way from home." Snö said, her voice surprisingly calm and even for the war waged within her.
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| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The wind whipped in violent spirals across the Steppe, raking with icy fingers across the half-melted snow and screaming across the thrashing waters. Murdock stood with his back to the sea, unable to watch the way the dark waves rolled and crashed against the ice. They were like hungry wolves, struggling to crawl onto the land and reach for his legs to drag him under with the tide. He hated the vastness of the ocean, and in a way it had always frightened him. The sky was his home, although on this day even the heavens would cast him down to remain grounded.
His head twisted back over his shoulders, casting a final wary glance back to the grey body of the channel. The sky was hardly any more appealing, with angry clouds blotting out the sunlight and bringing the threat of rain even closer. Turning back toward the infinite expanse of white land, he set a steady pace toward the mountains, making his way cautiously across rough ground. Downy wings were clutched tightly against his dark sides, as the warm days of Tallsun had left his coat short and thin, and it did little to shield him from the cold of the north. Still, despite the bite of the icy wind, the Steppe filled him with a numbing chill that he found almost comforting.
He turned his head at the sound of light footfalls, coming to a halt as he searched for the source of the sound. Emerald eyes found the delicate figure of a young mare, her pace swift and purposeful as she strode toward him. A hesitant smile hovered upon his lips, but it faded as his eyes took in the tinge of red on her ice blue horn. Blood. His brows furrowed slightly, muscles stiffening as he looked down to the metal wolf at her side. The skillfully engineered canine was unlike anything he had even seen before, and he couldn’t say he was fond of the vicious way it regarded him.
His expression soured slightly, his face shifting into a frown as emerald eyes returned to the smearing of blood across her brow. He had taken lives before. He had killed, but it had all been in the line of duty. He was a mercenary, a warrior; it was what he was trained to do. But this frosted angel? What had she done? Her gaze was wild, animalistic and untamed, as though she had lived her life alone on these ice-scorched plains. Just who was she? He didn’t bother to ask, but instead twisted his body so he faced her head-on. Pale wings remained folded tensely against his side, his curled tail sweeping about his lower legs in the powerful breath of wind.
His ear twitched as her calm, level voice reached him, but no expression was visible upon his face. His eyes were empty, his mind thoughtful as he watched the young mare. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to talk to strangers?” He responded coolly, studying the young girl’s face. She was not much younger than him, but still he would not let her looks deceive him. Her eyes held malicious intent, though her words were harmless, and he smiled to hide his doubt. “Perhaps, yes,” he would ask no questions of her, demand no answers. He had to tread carefully, as it looked as though a simple wrong word could send her over the edge.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| ali |
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He was wrong to face her, to dare to look upon her face. Immediately, underneath her creamy skin, she erupted in fierce hate, a feral animal clawing to escape from her, to kill and slaughter and pillage, to murder the idiot who dared lift his head to meet her eyes. Snö didn't care the Plague was meant to be secret. One rogue attack would not defeat its purpose, not destroy it, not harm it. Fuck her the bane and the crux and all of the other damn fools. Was it frustration, inactivity that created this monster tethered to the secretive commands of the unicorns? Was it just her soured, frozen nature rising to the surface?
Snö didn't know; Snö didn't give a single thought to it. All she wanted, desired with a passion, was this horse's head to be bowed and him to be scraping at his feet. She wanted to gut him, watch him bleed out on the snow. This was how she entertained herself through the agony of seeing him eye-to-eye (in a physical, not metaphorical sense). The wind howled around her, swirling across the open snow plains, mirroring the fury inside her, most opposite of the calm in her voice. Snö trembled slightly, subtly, along her legs, quivering with the clawing need to kill, as the blood so crimson dripped down, falling onto her brow from her horn. Slowly, elegantly, she lifted her head, eyeing the pegasus critically. Did he sense the raging emotions threatening to engulf her, eat away every bone of sanity?
If he was afraid, he kept it hidden. His voice was calm, even, relaxed, totally smooth and unfettered by fears. Snö's eyes narrowed suspiciously, tensing along her shoulders. Was he an idiot, or was he trying something else? Whatever the matter, the white mare didn't care. She would happy attack him whatever the case. Not yet. Just hold on, the varnish told herself. Yet all her resolve was lost upon the word 'mother'. Snö reared, snow flying underneath her hooves, snatched by the wind and swirled away, and she screamed with fury, a sound that could be produced by horses, but so rarely it was blood-chilling to hear it. Everything was lost, lost to her vindictiveness and cold cruelty, gone as a ghost in the wind. But she did not attack, not quite yet. The varnish dropped to her cloven hooves, eyes filled with malice and rage.
"Fuck you." Snö growled softly, rumbling low in her throat. How dare he mention her mother, the idiot? She stepped forward, trembling with eagerness, Tarak moving with her, joints creaking slightly, a sound that could hardly be heard in the roaring wind. There were so many swears, and not enough of anything. "Tarak, stay." Snö snarled, leaving her companion behind. Then she dashed forward, snapping at his wing, launching out a kick at his right side, whirling around to rear again. All she wanted was to hurt him, punish him.
Fuck him, and fuck all the others with him.
[Dramatic Snö is dramatic.]
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| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The girl's face was fair and calm, her expression remaining blank but interested as she approached him. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel it was all a mask, something to hide her true intentions behind. After all, the blood that stained her ice blue horn was hardly an indication of civility, but rather evidence of brutality. Murdock held his ground, silver hooves planted firmly in the melted snow, wings pulled against his sides as the harsh wind tore at his feathers. He would allow her a chance to prove otherwise, but he hardly placed any trust in her for the time being.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint tremor start in her legs, travelling up from her knees to her slender chest. He frowned slightly, but swiftly dismissed it as a shiver. The wind was harsh and icy, biting deep into his coat despite the barrier of his wings. The girl lifted her head, pale blue eyes studying him critically, and in an instant something seemed to change in her. Rage welled up in her eyes, her fore hooves raising off the ground as she reared up. A terrible shriek tore from her throat, slicing through the roar of the wind like a knife. Startled, Murdock stumbled backward, shying away instinctively from her wayward hooves.
For a moment, he remained quiet; he didn't want to speak, nor even move. It was unclear to him what had set her off and he didn't dare unhinge her further. His face contorted into a frown as she stepped toward him, her movements smooth and languid like a feral cat. He recoiled from her advance alongside the metal dog, sensing danger as it hung tangible in the air. He would not run, for he was not a coward; but he was not stupid, and he would not simply stand still while she beat him senseless, as he guessed that was her plan. He anticipated the lunge she made for the right side of his body, her icy gaze lingering a moment too long upon the smooth joint of his wing. Swiftly, he pivoted to the left on his forehand, stepping back with a startled snort as a small hoof landed a kick to his ribcage.
Lurching sideways away from her, Murdock spun around toward the pale mare. His jaw was slack, his face a mix of confusion and anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" He spat, emerald eyes glaring venomously at the mare. It had not been long since the invasion of the Foothills, and his muscles were still stiff from the battle. All along, her eyes had held a shadow of danger, though her attack had still come as a shock. But what had lead her to target him?
Racism. That must be it; for he had done little else to stoke her ire. This particular predicament was not unlike the one he had been faced with in the marsh, where d'Artagnan and his hellhound had tried to push him into the vile waters. This time, however, he was confronted by a younger mare and her metal hound. He almost laughed at himself, amused by his ability to constantly find himself in familiar situations. Sometimes he felt as though he ran in circles; his peculiar behaviour always warranted odd interactions or questioning of his sanity, and apparently now he had a knack for attracting unwanted attention.
However, he would not retaliate to the girl's attack, nor make any move to strike back at her. He had done nothing to deserve her anger, yet it would seem that simply existing was crime enough. He was not violent by nature, though the young mare tested his patience and he was unsure how long he would manage to dance his way out of danger using words. He shook his head, damp forelock falling over his eyes as his ears were pinned back against his head. "Just what do you think you're doing?" He imagined it would be a rather redundant question, but he couldn't think of a smart remark with which to counter her actions.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
04-08-2013, 12:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2013, 12:57 AM by Chernobyl.)
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
Turning away from the Basin had not been difficult, no, it had been release. There was too much pressure, too much secrecy, and too little understanding. Whatever ties that had existed between her and the Plague had all but dissolved, but she could only discern the blame to be of her own mistakes. She had taken no real interest in their plots for domination, thought she considered many of them family. Or perhaps she didn’t. Maybe she only referred to them as such because she had chosen to align herself with them of her own accord. She’d valued power and authority and she still did, but her progress was becoming too slow for her to handle- there was just too much to overcome before she would ever find herself in the hands of success. Maybe that’s why she found herself trailing hopelessly into the Steppe, searching for something that she wasn’t sure she could name.
However, denial was just as powerful as the urge to admit that she was indeed searching for something, or rather someone.
Each step seemed to lead her into the dark folds of her mind that she often tried to hide from, but it was obvious that he heart longed for more than a memory. For a time, Murdock had been nothing more than a passing name, an unfamiliar face… but now, here he was in the forefront of her thoughts, demanding her smiles, her attentions. However, how could she go against everything that she had once despised? Love and affection- they were things that she could not know, would not know… But no matter where she turned, she was still left facing whatever relative truth she thought that she had been running from. At times she could imagine his voice and the way it soothed her. Even now, she thought that she could hear his words against her ear, so soft and encouraging… it left her feeling dazed.
In fact, she felt so entirely consumed by her emotions that she could have sworn his voice was leading her over the swells of snow packed dunes. However, just when she started to question whether or not it was her insanity that had led her to believe that his existence was truly so close, she was nearly taken aback to find that her mind hadn’t been the only thing guiding her.
His scent was unmistakable upon the soft breeze and she followed it with fervor to find her one and only, Murdock. However, he was not alone. In fact, he was with the little twit that had stalked her in the Basin only a few days ago. Was this little fool asking for a death wish?
Her steps were quick and agile, her head dipped in silent warning as she approached. She had not made it in time to keep the filly from launching toward Murdock, so clearly green in the ways of “war”. Had she no sense? A low rumble threatened to erupt from her throat as she closed in on the pair, mottled horn still lowered in case the white filly decided to test her. She couldn’t imagine many waging battle with a girl who wore barbs upon her sword, but from what she could tell, the little twit wasn’t the brightest marble in the basket. “You lack sense child. Take your shit elsewhere.” She remained before the other with a twisted smirk upon dark lips with Murdock at her side when a soft rumbling finally seemed to clear her tongue- a threat that she would not retract until the little bitch was out of sight.
What was happening to her? |
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table by whit
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| ali |
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Snö hissed as he recoiled, demanding answers from her, answers she would not give. Who was he to question her? Would she be even as stupid as to tell her name to a member of the fabled Gray, to endanger the entire herd? Any satisfaction that may have been given from landing hoof upon hide was but a small satisfaction to the roaring, carnivorous animal within her. The pretty varnish closed her mouth firmly, hungering to lunge forward again, to attack and maim, and instead she shook her head firmly, lifting her crystal eyes and backing away, tasting bitter blood where she bit the side of her mouth. "Leave," Snö growled tersely, a low rumbling in her chest as she dropped her head, curling her neck to train her frosted horn upon him. "I cannot... deal with this. I will not." She continued on stubbornly, mouth curling petulantly. Suddenly all her reserves of hate and rage and pent-up frustration had dissipated, replaced by cold, cool calm.
Interrupted, naturally, by the mare she met a while ago, Chernobyl the annoying. Snapped back into irritation, she swung around to glare at the dark mare, driven beyond frustration. "Chernobyl," Snö says tersely, glaring at her from icy eyes. "Do not call me a child, or a twit. I am... forget that. Do not insult me again." For a minute she milled, mutinous and venomous in her thought. Chernobyl would pay for insulting Snö, and the varnish 'child' would sink to any lengths to get 'it', whatever her revenge might be. No matter how long it may take, the dark mare would pay for making fun of her for absolutely no reason. What had gotten this mare so haughty? And... if this mare was of the Plague, for what reason did she want to keep this stallion intact? A few measly bruises would do nothing but strengthen him. So what the hell was she thinking? Perhaps she thought Snö- Snö of all unicorns!- would reveal the secret to him. No. Fucking. Way. "I, sir, apologize for attacking you. It's simply my time of month. Excuse me." With one last, furious glare, the varnish spun on her haunches, wind whipping her mane and tail, clawing her pale coat.
The snow was thick and heavy, swirling cold and stinging on her as the wind carried it swiftly over the snowscape, the ocean roaring. The salt stung her nostrils, so familiar and yet so different here in the North, and it brought back memories, memories of another family. If only the Edge was theirs. Soon, Snö hoped, let it be soon.
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| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The girl's rage slowly quieted, anger seeping from her pale eyes as if swept away with the wind. The cool, crisp air of the north always cleared his mind, but he suspected something different was the root and cause of her sudden change of heart. He frowned slightly, brow creasing in aggravation as she demanded he leave. Her delicate head was tucked low to her body, a finely crafted ice blue horn aimed straight for his broad chest. The muscles in his neck tensed in irritation as he watched her, remaining silent for the time. She could not simply order him away. The Steppe was neutral, and neither she nor the Basin, as he suspected that to be her home, had any claim over it.
He was about to open his mouth to protest, but as the heat of her gaze cooled, he found no need. For a moment they stood in silence while he simply watched her, pondering the darkness of her heart and her motives. What had lead her to become so bitter? The sudden change that had overcome her was simply too confusing, and for a moment he almost pitied her. He had little time to consider this however, as a dark and familiar shadow worked its way toward them.
He turned his head toward the dark mare, unable to hide the bright grin that spread across his face. So, the plot thickens... he thought with an amused smirk, watching as Chernobyl stepped up beside him. Her dark crown was lowered in silent warning, her brutal weapon pointing toward the pale youth threateningly. He was thrilled to see her, and honestly she could not have made her entrance at a more convenient time. However, he would refrain from voicing his excitement in the presence of this little stranger.
The young mare spun around, fury igniting in her dangerous eyes once more as she caught sight of the 'intruder'. Clearly the pair had met before and, from their current interaction, mustn't have got on too well. However, Murdock couldn't help but worry how this confrontation would hurt Chernobyl's status in the Basin. Would the nameless mare return to her superiors with news of this meeting? If it meant protecting his friend's reputation in her herd, he would have willingly subjected himself to her attack, if it would prove her loyalty and keep the child's mouth shut.
He remained silent with the dark mare at his side, waiting in silence as the young girl seemed to weigh her options. Finally, her pale head dipped slightly, icy eyes fixing him with a venomous glare as a bitter apology rolled from her tongue. He nodded slightly as she excused herself, feeling nothing but a cool numbness in his heart. Despite the fact that she had attacked him, he did not hold it against her; he simply couldn't. He watched quietly as she took her leave, the tenseness in his body finally melting away as she disappeared into the swarm of falling snowflakes.
A bright grin worked its way back onto his lips, and slowly he turned toward Chernobyl. His muzzle reached out to brush softly against her cheek, his breath misting across her neck in the frigid air. "Perfect timing," he laughed slightly, shaking his damp forelock out of his eyes. The harsh wind drove frozen snowflakes into his sides, a light dusting of snow settling across his wings and back. The storm's intensity had only increased as the front moved in overhead, and the white-out brought with it a comforting sense of isolation. "I suppose I should call you my 'knight in shining armour' then, hmm?" He nudged her shoulder teasingly, "You saved me from the dragon."
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
Her words did not faze Chernobyl and her unwavering gaze did not break from the other as she continued to string empty threats from her liar’s tongue. If she had wished to draw reaction from the older mare then perhaps she would have done better by rushing headlong onto her pointed sword… an action that would have been awarded a smile. However, as Chernobyl gazed listlessly at the little white banshee, she felt nothing other than the precious wasting of time. The heat of her partner however, encouraged her to look away and back into trusting eyes. She had missed him somehow in spite of the crystallized vacancy in her heart. He had left his mark there upon the flawless glass and a burst of color now rest in its place. If she was not so stubborn as to ignore his touch, she would have realized the softness she felt for him. But of course, habitual denial was all that remained.
A soft hissing replaced the quiet grumbling of the black until words were formed from the sound. The little one knew nothing of respect and she intended to teach her of its meaning. “If you are not a child or a twit then what else could you be? I suggest you pick your battles well girl because I fear that you will not always walk away the victor.” A smug smile tugged at the edge of her lips as she flared triumphantly at the young white filly. She would not be duped into believing that such ignorance would be something to fear. If the other had a problem with her confidence, then she would have no problem enforcing the malice behind her words.
However, after a very reluctant apology to Murdock and a swift death glare in her direction, the alabaster youth tucked tail and ran. In her wake, Chernobyl was left feeling slightly dazed and altogether euphoric. Nothing had felt better than offending the daughter of arrogance, after all, someone had to put her in her place.
Her deviant smiles were replaced with broad grins though as Murdock pressed a friendly muzzle to her cheek. She hoped that he could not feel the heat of her skin and the way she leaned into his caress long after he’d gone. She would not want to appear a love-sick pup when she in fact, knew nothing of the word itself.
“Or perhaps I should call you Sleeping Beauty- it’s obvious that without me you would have been comatose for a while.” Her words were followed by a swift, playful nudge to his shoulder and this time it was hard to deny the attraction she felt to the Explorer. She would never understand her own emotions and certainly never act on them, but as long as she was inside her mind- anything could happen. |
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table by whit
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
With the threat of the unfamiliar youth out of his face, Murdock relaxed back into the wind. The air had an icy chill to it and the sky was dark and threatening, but despite the poor weather that had dampened his mood, his spirits had been raised once more by Chernobyl's presence. They still had not been exploring together as he had promised on their first meeting, but that would happen eventually. For the moment, he was content with simple conversation and catching up. He couldn't say he had many friends, but he certainly considered her to be the closest to him of any he had met; she was simply special.
He had missed his adventures north to the Steppe, always trusting that he would find her or at least some sign of her presence. However, the Basin's proximity to the snowy plains was far too large a threat for him to risk on a regular basis, and so he had to satisfy himself with a memory. As he was now an Executioner of the Foothills, he also had duties to see to that placed certain restrictions upon him. He enjoyed the distraction of assignments, though part of him missed the freedom of being on his own, with no ties to bind you down.
He returned her playful nudge, pushing the dark velvet of his muzzle into the point of her shoulder lightly. He was comfortable around her; comfortable enough to be himself without worrying about what she would think. It was liberating in a way to feel so accepted, though, all things considered, she should be the last one to accept him for who he was born to be. It was unfortunate that they were separated by the Basin's views on other races, but in a way Murdock didn't mind. It filled him with a sense of childish excitement, as he felt they were doing something they weren't allow to do; like the way he had felt when playing on the edges of the cliffs when his mother wasn't watching.
He ducked his head out of the wind, turning his face toward her slightly and side stepping closer to her body. Faint warmth radiated from her skin, and he leaned into it slightly. The wind had shifted in such a way that thick snowflakes were driven directly toward his face, catching in his forelock and settling atop his poll. Carefully he lifted a wing, feeling the pull of the half-healed wound on his shoulder as the muscle stretched. He spread his feathers above their heads, ducking his neck so as to share the shelter. Fluffy snowflakes settled upon his pale wing, wind sloughing across the smooth surface as the storm continued around them.
"I don't know if you heard, but the Foothills was taken over by the Grey," he began softly, tipping his muzzle toward her ear so she could hear him speak over the hollow voice of the wind. "I'm an Executioner now. I know, it sounds pretty morbid." He laughed with a slight shrug, pulling his other wing against his body to preserve warmth. "It's good, though. Suits a scary guy like me," he teased with a grin. Of course, Murdock could hardly be scary if he wanted to, but he liked to think he was capable of anything.
"I missed you, you know," he smiled softly, turning to meet her gaze with wide, green eyes. "There are few who can tolerate me like you can." She was the childhood companion he had never had; making up for lost time playing games with him and entertaining his more colourful side. When at first she had come upon him in Birdsong, he had hardly expected that the dark mare with the thorned crown would become a friend, when at first she had looked so threatening. Now, she was one of his few ties to reality, grounding him when his head was in the clouds and saving his bacon when danger approached.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Psilo |
04-10-2013, 11:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2013, 11:16 PM by Chernobyl.)
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Shifts of wind-blown snow found their way across her back and she fidgeted slightly against the cold. She was at ease, completely oblivious to the oddity that could be seen of her illicit company. She did not feel disgust nor did she question his intent, he just was. She felt freed and unabashed. Her eyes wandered for a moment while she kept a carefully trained ear turned toward the obsidian prince at her shoulder. His warmth was foreign upon her skin and while her mind seemed to stray, his presence was not forgotten. Whatever existed in her past had certainly followed her through the years and she often wondered if she would be free of the chains that wrapped painfully around her heart. Love was not an emotion that she could ever understand, but Murdock’s friendship weighed heavily on her conscious.
Had her mother not warned her of this day? Even now, her voice was ragged upon her ear- her hot breath brushing against her heated skin as she reminded her of where her loyalties truly lay. The thought made her cringe slightly. How long had it been since words of devoted love had been whisper softly to the broken filly that now stood listlessly amongst the drifts of snow with no evident end in sight? Had she disappeared in the wind? Had the rain washed her away? Wherever she had gone, there was no trace of her now and Chernobyl was right to reminder herself of such dark memories. The unwanted caress, the sickly preconceptions, the avid remembrance of pain- it was all too much to bear, too much to run from.
She was haunted.
Startled back to his side, Chernobyl looked cautiously to Murdock who still appeared happily distracted by the present. He exuded goodness and freedom, but could she forgive him for it? He knew all too well how her moods would shift at the blink of an eye and still believed her soul to be what? Virtuous? Noble? There was nothing good left in her heart and yet she was willing to allow him in, allow him to see her for whatever she might be or have been. It was a dangerous game they played and while she knew that it wasn’t her place to bring him down into her own pit of despair, it was almost impossible to let him go now that she had inevitably learned to trust in him.
Dark lids fell over her equally darkened eyes as his wing was thrust out and over her backside. The feeling was ecstasy. The soft feathering along her tender flesh nearly overwhelmed her senses and made her smile in spite of her earlier reluctance. Against her better judgment, she found herself leaning against his warmth and once again finding only comfort. When would she finally come to her senses?
She hoped never.
“The Grey… I’ve only heard rumors. But I assume their power is not the only myth that delights my interest. One of their Executioners has certainly warranted my attentions. I don’t suppose you could arrange a small meeting?” Her eyes were alight with dark humor and her lips had parted slightly to accommodate the quirky smile that now brought her out and away from her former sense of desolation. “You? Scary? Have I underestimated the Explorer?” She smiled once more, in spite of her racing heart. She was tempted to run a velvet touch along his nape, curious to see his reaction and even more curious to gauge her own.
However, in the midst of her calculations, Murdock ripped her away from any such notions. Or perhaps he had beaten her at her own game. Whatever the case, she turned widened eyes to her explorer before quietly confirming her own mutual feelings. “I’ve missed you too… maybe too much.” She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and she looked away for a moment before returning her questioning gaze to the beautiful Pegasus before her. His reflection in her mind had been unchanging. He was true in every sense of the word, but even as he stood beside her, all smiles and mystery- there was something that she felt she was overlooking. An executioner of the Grey? What did his past consist of that would allow such a free-spirited young boy to kill? She wanted to know, or maybe needed to know. Whatever it was, she couldn’t help the hesitation that followed her admission of sentiment.
“Who were you… in the past?"
Did his answer hold the key to unlocking every agony she too had experienced so long ago?
But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away
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crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
04-13-2013, 12:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-13-2013, 01:49 AM by Murdock.)
Her presence was silent, warm, and calming. Despite the chill of the bitter wind against his skin, he found the Steppe to be pleasant despite the storm that raged around them. The shelter of his wing provided a barrier between their faces and the swirling snow, his feathers brushing against her neck and withers as he ducked his head closer to hers. Her voice brought him back from the haze of his mind to reality, his eyes meeting hers with bright smile upon his lips. "A meeting? Oh, we'll see. He's awfully busy, you know," he teased with a broad grin, emerald eyes searching her face for the feelings she hid well behind the blackness of her eyes. What was this new emotion that welled up in the depths of his chest? Why did it feel so foreign, and yet at the same time so right?
Her question seemed so sudden, yet it was something he had expected to hear. Of course she would wonder, as many had, just who he had been before it all changed. His expression soured for a moment, reluctance evident in his eyes. It was hard for him to think about his past, though it had trailed him every step of the way and followed in his footsteps like a persistent shadow. He dipped his head to look at her, a hesitant smile forming on his lips.
"Who was I?" He repeated the question slowly in thought, pondering the immensity of the question. He had been someone entirely different from the Murdock who stood before her today, yet ever so similar. He had been as close to 'normal' as one could get for some time, but his fate had quickly changed its mind. "I was...an heir of sorts in my father's fleet," he began with a slight shrug. His status had technically been one of royalty, though it had never felt that way to him.
"I was trained to fight since I could walk. It was simply the way things were run at home. I didn't ever like it; hurting others, I mean. But..." he sighed slightly, his eyes tracing the outline of the mountains in the distance. "Things changed when my father was killed. I don't like to think of myself as particularly vengeful, but then I knew I had to try my hardest to protect what I had left. Then I was captured...and that's when things really changed."
His gaze became distant as he recalled his final moments of freedom before his imprisonment. Various sorts of magic had erupted from the sky around him, flashing in millions of colours throughout the dark of night until his vision was filled with smoke. He had strayed off course, the edges of the cliffs no longer visible beneath his faintly glowing hooves as he descended into darkness. The thick cloud dissipated as he dropped lower toward the trees, and just as a familiar landmark came into view and he became aware of his location, it was too late to turn back.
That's when they captured him. A great weight had slammed into his side, a flash of iridescent blue streaking across his vision as he tumbled down toward the jagged shoreline. His wings had tangled with his legs, fighting to straighten out and catch his falling body. But he was hit again, and twice more, until the land and sky blurred together and he could no longer tell up from down. His landing had been soft, surprisingly enough, though he had not been conscious when he hit the ground.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was lying on the rocks, bloody and bruised, with five stallions standing over him. They had escorted him back to the south, where he was imprisoned in a dark cell for God knows how many months. His condition, of both body and mind, had deteriorated to near death and insanity. A curious stroke of luck was all that had saved him, but though his body had healed, his mind seemed to have been less fortunate.
He blinked hard, his eyes refocusing on the plain white of the Steppe as if he had just woken from sleep. The fog of his memories had claimed his attention for an unknown span of time, and he offered an apologetic smile to Chernobyl. He took a deep breath of the cool air, feeling his lungs swell to the point of pain and the oxygen numb his body from the inside out. "I was targeted as a ranking officer and singled out to be captured. They ambushed me when I was driven off course...They kept me in the dark for so long."
A distant smile returned to his lips, and he tipped his chin back down to look at her. "They gradually let their guard down with a childish, unthreatening creature like me, and soon enough I was able to escape their grasp. I fled to the southern beaches to heal before coming to Helovia. I miss my mother, but I imagine there's a hefty price on my head and I think it's too pretty to sell, don't you?" He turned to meet her gaze, his face void of emotion save the hint of a smile in his eyes.
"And you?" He asked tentatively, his voice quiet as if he was afraid to voice the question. He touched his muzzle to her neck, his warm breath misting across her skin in a comforting gesture. He had seen the darkness in her eyes too many times, and he would understand if she didn't want to speak. He would always be there for her, though, he could promise her that. Regardless of his ties to the Foothills and her ties to the Basin and whatever other organization she was a part of, he would always find the time to visit; he wasn't sure how long he could go without her smiles, so rare upon her lips that each time is was a reward he felt undeserving of.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
04-15-2013, 02:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-15-2013, 02:47 AM by Chernobyl.)
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
The visions of a small dark colt came vividly to life as Murdock spoke. His voice was calming, almost lulling her into a dreamlike state as she imagined his life before... Before her. It was painful for her to follow him through his tale of woe in spite of her curiosity and at times she found herself closing her eyes to shut out the foul images of her beautiful explorer locked away, hidden from the light of the sun where he so clearly belonged. Even now, the past seemed to weight heavy on his naturally carefree sense of self and as she watched him run away with his thoughts she couldn’t help but recognize something deep within him that reminded her of herself. It was a darkness that she had succumbed to and at times got lost in, but here Murdock had found a way to drown it out, burying the hurt with it.
When his gaze finally came to rest once again on her own, she couldn’t help but notice the longing she found there. It was nestled deep, but undoubtedly still there. It took everything she had to refrain from reaching out to touch his face or murmur softly to him with words of comfort that would have been all too foreign on her tongue. Instead she merely gazed at him, her eyes trying to relay some kind of encouragement even if she had never done as much for anyone else before. Everything about him made her feel out of her element and yet she sought his touch and his inherent ability to unwind her thread by thread until she was left standing before him naked and vulnerable. The feeling was wholly unnerving to her.
When it seemed that his reminiscing had led him to the present, he paused to look at her. She didn’t want to believe that he had experienced pain or anger or hurt, but it was there behind his smiles and his laughter. This time she reached out to him, her muzzle finding him hesitantly as he spoke once more. However, he had ignited a flame inside that Chernobyl had long been trying to extinguish. She flinched slightly under his scrutiny and turned away, debating if the truth would ever be able to find its way to her reluctant lips. It often clawed at the back of mind even on the happiest of days, but now it had reason to pound its way to the forefront of her thoughts, burning everything in its path. She was quiet for a moment as she pondered how to deflect his curiosity, but knowing that she could not deter him forever. As if an afterthought she glanced back at him with a weak smile. “Much too pretty for me to forget.”
It was not hard for her to give in to the sadness that lurked so deep in her heart and when she finally did, a soft sigh rushed past her lips. “I come from a place that deserves no name along with a family that deserves no mention.” Her body seemed to tremble with the effort as she forced her way over the words that had long been forgotten and furthermore, ignored. “But my mother, she was certainly a piece of work. She was beautiful- heartbreakingly so. I was her only daughter, her only child… and she loved me.” Blinking her eyes once, she opened them into eyes so similar to her own. The smile that greeted her was familiar as well, too familiar. Chernobyl smiled back, the pain bursting inside her chest as she gasped. I love you.
When the darkness began to roll in, she shivered. Night was falling over them and as the stars above began to hide away behind the clouds, Chernobyl began to grow restless. She searched within the shadows for her sanctuary, her place to hide… though she never found it- not then and not now. When her mother began to hum quietly behind her, she began to run. Her small legs spread out before her as the humming grew louder, more dissonant. It was a haunting tune that was pleasant at times in spite of the horror behind each note. Her mother called it a “lullaby”, but the filly knew better than to believe the twisted lips from which the song came. At first the chords were low and unassuming, but as they grew in pitch, Chernobyl knew the time was near. As the notes reached for the sky, her mother’s restless footsteps followed in her wake, eager and ready.
The hunt began.
Some nights, she ran until she could run no more. Others, she hid away behind tall oaks or under the plaintive limbs of unruly brush. But each night, she was revealed. Each night she was taken by the one who claimed to love her so… And each night, she endured the soft touches, the warm embraces… until the hunt was over. “I love you… I do.” She would say as she touched her sweet muzzle to the filly’s face. But I need to make sure that no one loves you as much as I. Trembling, the filly would wait for each blow, one after the other, so cruel and calculating. Torn flesh and broken bones, they were all the same- all in the name of love.
Quietly Chernobyl turned to Murdock, her eyes seemingly lost in in another world. Her smile had been replaced by the grim line of her suffering and now that the truth sat upon her tongue, begging for release, she let it come. “There’s no good way to say this, no pretty way to word the abuse I’ve been through. She beat me relentlessly to make sure my heart never went out to anything or anyone other than her.” Her heart pounded in her chest and she froze, trying to endure the embarrassment and the shame… Wasn’t she just like everyone else? Didn’t she tell the same old story to gain pity from those who cared to know it? It was sick really, the disgust she felt. She’d dealt with the hurt for so long and when she finally ended it, the journey to Helovia had been long overdue. “I killed her.”
Her voice was barely a whisper now, anger and frustration coating the fine walls that had kept her sane. She didn’t look to him nor ask him to look down upon it. Everything in her past simply was and would be. But, she would have to live with it until the day she died and had so thusly decided that she would live with the burden alone, until Murdock. “Have I scared you yet?” Her forced smile was unmistakable as she laughed bitterly. The rift had been formed and now she wondered if Murdock would be able to overlook it in order to redeem their friendship… or whatever it was. |
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OOC| The fact that THIS came out of me at three in the morning could be a good thing or bad thing.
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
It was hard for him to think about his past, to return to days at home among family and friends where everything was familiar. He knew every inch of the Steppe now, but when he had first arrived, everything had been so foreign. There was nothing he could do in the present, though, to change the life he had lived; it had all been said and done, and while he wished that he could right the wrongs and alter the course of his history, he knew that was far from possible.
He had always suspected from the dark look in Chernobyl's eyes that she, too, had a scarring past. He had seen the pain in her eyes far too many times for the obvious facts to escape him, though he had never taken the time to ponder just what exactly had left her so damaged. The reluctance in her expression almost made him dismiss the question, saving her the pain of reflection, but the soft touch of her muzzle distracted him from his thoughts.
He leaned lightly into her touch, his wing drooping over her shoulders as the falling snow built up atop the roof of pale feathers. His smile was encouraging and kind, mirroring the sympathy he felt for her. He wanted to hear her story, to try to help lift the weight from her shoulders and leave her feeling free. Whether relaying her past to him would help or not, he was curious as to what had caused her to build such walls around her heart.
Her gaze seemed to grow distant, lost in the fog of bitter memories as she recalled her childhood for him. He pressed closer to her, dipping his head beneath the apex of his wing and looking out toward the swirling snow. Darkness was hours away, though the thick covering of cloud had blotted out the sunlight and left the Steppe pale and bleak. There was no telling when the storm would end, but he would not leave her side until it did. After all, there was no way he was going to fly back to the Foothills in the midst of such a blizzard.
He found her dark eyes once more, resenting the pain he found within them. Her voice was quiet and dream-like, as if she hadn't fully returned from her memories. Her words came as an immense shock, searing into his chest like an icy knife. Her own mother had hurt her? He was struck speechless, his mouth opening but no words leaving his tongue. He had expected anything but this, and the very thought of the abuse she had endured left him both furious and horrified.
His own mother had been so gentle and caring, watching over him from the day of his birth until the last moment he saw her before the battle. She had been his one and only friend after his father was killed, and he couldn't imagine how life would have been without her. Chernobyl's confession came as yet another shock, and once again he was left with no words to say.
He stood there for a moment, his eyes watching the falling snow from the curtain of white, his ears picking up the soft hiss of the snowflakes as they slid across his feathers. He did not hold it against her, he simply couldn't. There was no way he could understand the situation she had been in, and after a moment's thought, he decided he didn't want to try. He met her eyes once more, his gaze holding no accusation or disgust. He had taken lives before, though it had been in the line of duty. In such a dire situation as she must have been in, would it not be considered self defence? There was nothing he could do now that would make all the darkness of her past suddenly alright, but the least he could do was remove the pain of the moment.
He stepped closer to her, snow sliding off his raised wing as he curled his neck around hers. He held her gently against his chest, feeling the warmth of her skin against his cheek. His breathing was soft and slow, though his heart hammered against the walls of his chest. It was so much to take in, though he thought none the worse of her despite the details she had revealed. "No, you have not scared me," he breathed against her neck, closing his eyes to take in the faint sound of her heart. "The only thing that scares me is the thought of you out here, dealing with all this alone." For once he was serious, no well-masked hint of a joke behind his low voice.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
With a gentle curve of her lips, Chernobyl relapsed back into the present. Her eyes were sullen and wide in spite of her surprise. She had been sure that Murdock would find her past to be overrated but as his feathering shifted encouragingly along her back she settled against him with a sigh. It was hard for her to believe that he did not in fact think that she was a pathetic excuse of a creature, but she chose to revel quietly in her miseries instead of voicing them to the open air.
As the snow began to dance around them, Chernobyl imagined ghostly figurines twirling through the white of the Steppe. She trembled inwardly from the stale visions of her mother before banishing them altogether. She did not want the past to haunt her any longer and while it felt freeing to share it with someone else, it was also disconcerting. What would he think? Would he find her weak or inconsolable? For whatever reason she couldn’t seem to overcome the tightness in her throat and perhaps she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to succumb to the psychobabble that would soon ensue if she didn’t keep her mouth shut.
When his eyes met hers, she couldn’t seem to look away. She couldn’t understand the emotions she found there and at times she wished she could, but she was more than happy to be at a complete and utter loss- she had done enough feeling at that point and found no good reason to indulge in any more. It was all too overwhelming, too heavy for her to carry.
But Murdock would not let her fall back into the shadows, not after everything that she had shared.
Instead, his touch brought her to life once more. Her nerves burned with a fire that she did not recognize and part of her wanted nothing more than to pull away and face the icy cold that threatened to engulf them. But she couldn’t, or rather she wouldn’t. While the smaller part of her black heart asked for distance, the largest almost domineering part of her entire soul longed for more. She was inviting the sin inside and embracing it with a smile…
Did that make her wrong? If it did, then she certainly didn’t want to be right.
“I’ve never felt alone… until today.” Her inhibitions seemed to leave her altogether and it frightened her. It was true; she had never felt alone or even felt wrong about the way that she had come to be here alongside the Explorer. However as he draped his neck along her own, she couldn’t help the tremors that overtook her body or the way that she leaned into him. It was foreign and strange and everything that made her weak but in that moment, nothing else mattered. “You’ve made me realize just how lonely it is to endure life with no one by my side. I’d have you stay forever if I could.”
Her smile seemed to die away as she inhaled his sweet scent. She had given him everything, risked herself in order for his gain… and even though it frightened her, no, scared the living hell out of her- she wouldn’t have it any other way. Chernobyl trusted her explorer and as it would appear he held her heart as well. This was just the beginning of her end and though the path ahead looked dim, Murdock provided her the light she would need in order to get through it. |
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table by whit
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
He allowed her silence to analyze her thoughts, pressing his shoulder against hers for comfort and stability. From beneath the smooth curve of his wing, he watched the snowflakes as they danced in broad circles, spinning on the dying winds; he marvelled at how they reminded him of himself, once so lost and carefree that he had simply spun in circles as if chasing his tail. He had always had a dream, a goal to work towards despite his lack of direction as a child, but despite all that had changed he still found himself surprised at where he had ended up.
That wasn't to say he was the least bit disappointed, however. Fate had taken him by the hand and guided him away from his family, chasing him off to foreign lands where a better life could be forged. He had endured long nights alone and endless days of searching for a purpose, but in the end everything had worked out. When Chernobyl had first stumbled upon him on the Steppe, he had not expected for a single moment that she would grow to be of such importance to him; he hardly imagined they would part ways as friends, but they had proved to become far more than that.
He was only all too eager to discover what else the winding path of his life would hold for him, but as he draped his neck across the mare's shoulders he knew it would involve her. He felt her shudder slightly beneath his touch, and he pressed his cheek into her crest as she spoke, listening to the vibrations through her skin. He smiled soundlessly, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of her heart as he had used to do with his mother.
"I wish I never had to leave," he sighed with a soft smile, finally lifting his head once more to release her from his hold. "However, I shall give you something to remember me by." He turned his head away from her with a mischievous smile, reaching for his other wing which had remained folded at his side. He extended the appendage, brushing his muzzle along the lower section of his wing where the feathers were smaller and softer.
Selecting two of the finest ones, he pulled them gently from their places. His skin stung slightly as the feathers were removed, but the pain wasn't severe by any means and it was a small price to pay for a simple gift. Turning his head back toward Chernobyl, he reached his muzzle out for her neck and tucked the feathers into her mane behind her ear. He smiled, admiring his work, and paying little mind to the fact that the downy feathers might be pulled free by the wind or shook loose by a movement of her head.
"Now I'll always be with you," he said with a smile. The white feathers were tipped with a vibrant green that became iridescent in the dark, and with any luck they would provide her with a sense of comfort whenever she needed it and he could not be with her. Of course, they might attract attention amongst the other members of the Basin, but he suspected she should easily be able to pass them off as battle trophies. Didn't other unicorns carry about the feathers of their victims as a status symbol of sorts? Ducking his head back under his wing, he looked out toward the mountains. The storm was dying, if only ever so slightly, but he hardly payed the pre-winter squall any attention as his mind was captivated by other thoughts.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
04-28-2013, 06:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2013, 06:36 PM by Chernobyl.)
Her heart sang victoriously through her chest and the force of her emotions seemed to consume her completely. His touch made her sigh and she threw herself once more into his waiting embrace like a child seeking affection. Whatever it was and wherever it happened to come from, she was unsure, but it was certainly there and Chernobyl intended to ride out the storm of feeling that now grew heavy overhead. It was as if she had walked across the threshold of her future in spite of everything that clung desperately to her presence in the past. It was an awkward feeling at first that made her want to cringe, but as everything around her would imply- it was good.
However, as fate would always have it, Murdock surprised her by plucking two perfectly beautiful feathers from his corded appendage to tuck neatly behind her curious ear. She listened quietly as she spoke and her heart pounded against her chest once more. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Though, it was not the kind of anxiety that she often felt during her mother’s “hunts” but instead a pleasant sense of overwhelming grace.
She smiled before turning her incredulous eyes to the explorer, though as it would appear, her scrutiny was only that of a studious jokester. “You would do that for me?” Gently, she turned her head as if to inspect just how the feathers would feel so close behind her mottle ear and when they brushed softly against the outer folds of her skin, she sighed. “I will think of you always… But, I have nothing to give in return.” Her face sagged with the admission and she turned away as if to hide from the embarrassment that was clearly evident against the pale background of the Steppe.
As she pondered Murdock’s gift, she thought about the many times they had encountered one another right there in the snowy dunes of the Steppe. It was then that she thought of a gift of her own- one that was not only something so vast and unlimited by the boundaries of space and time, but one that she sincerely thought would account for the small feathers she had just received. “But, I long to give you my word. I am bound to this place and to your side by the only thing I have left to promise. You must only think of me and remember that should you call, I will answer.”
The sudden pain of the past seemed to wiggle through the solidity of her resolve and for a moment she imagined just walking away. But her heart was too strong, too prominent for her to ignore anymore and so she stayed. Night was finally falling over them slowly and while she looked into the glittering stars above, she began to believe in the feelings she possessed while with Murdock and decided that she could no longer stay away. They were intoxicating and lovely, but also dark and serene. They were dangerous and alluring and she never wanted them to end even if it meant that pain would inevitably follow.
“I would explore this earth with you if you would only say the word.” Her smile fell away against the darkness as she closed her eyes to the sensation of Murdock against her skin. The night would come and then the day and they would soon part, but she was comforted in knowing that it would only be physically so. They were now mentally connected with the force of sheer emotion and she loved it. She loved all of the feeling that made her so strong by his side.
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OOC| I'm so sorry for the wait!
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
He expected nothing from her in return, but her smile was reward enough. Her response was more than satisfactory and it was a pleasant sensation to know you had made someone happy, regardless of the size or importance of the gesture. In all truth, she was the only one who could make him happy, and that fact was beginning to grow more and more obvious as time went on. He had never truly become aware of his feelings until now, but he embraced them openly.
"I would do anything for you," he replied, meeting her darkened gaze with a smile. "I don't expect you to give anything in return," his voice held a tone of honesty and encouragement as she turned away, and he pressed himself closer to her side. Didn't she know that her presence was all he needed? Despite the new family he had discovered in the Foothills, they still felt foreign and unfamiliar to him, while she was comforting and welcoming.
The darkness that fell around them seemed so sudden and out of place, as he had hardly noticed the time pass since her arrival. He barely remembered the flight over to the Steppe from the edges of the Foothills, and the memory was vague as if it had taken place days ago. His markings began to glow faintly, springing into view from the curve of his cheekbones and the smooth slope of his shoulders. His pale feathers, still held above their heads and draped across Chernobyl's back, became alight with a faint green. The two that were now lightly woven into her mane began to glow as well, reflecting off the curve of her ears and the slope of her neck.
Her promise was a surprise to him, though it was a welcome one. A broad smile split across his lips, and he nodded his head in a agreement. "Thank you". He could think of nothing more to say to express his gratitude, as he felt words could hardly convey the way he felt. Her words seemed to bring to light their ever-present predicament, however, what with the majority of Basin members prejudiced toward his species. It made for a dramatic and almost tragic story, with them separated by their families much like some twisted version of Romeo and Juliet, though that wasn't to say Murdock was fond of the difficult situation.
Regardless of racist unicorns, he would brave anything they could throw at him to come see her on the Steppe. It was a short flight from the Foothills, and at the time he had little to tie him to his home grounds and it would be a welcome break from the boredom to get away from the monotonous green hills. He turned his head back toward her, dragging his gaze away from the colourful array of stars to meet her eyes once more. "I look forward to it. There is much to be seen out there," he smiled brightly, softly touching his muzzle to her neck. He felt not the cold of the air nor the bite of the wind, but only warmth; warmth he received from her heart and her being as she stood ever so close to him.
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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(Ugh, this is all over the place ._.)
| Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
OOC| If you wanted to go ahead and end this, we can. Or I can throw up a final reply. It's up to you. :)
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
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[O] Blood Stains on the Snow [Snö, Open]
