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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Arah
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Her eyelids opened and her golden eyes studied the world around her once again. It was a beautiful morning, the sun rising over in the distance. Her body was used to a rather bizarre sleeping pattern. Now the Impersonator was awakening to a brand new day, ready to once again accept the impossible, it was her way of appreciating each new day. Whenever something odd or different happened, she just accepted it. Being an impersonator was no easy task, late nights, secret meetings and having to help plot schemes to save your herd wasn't easy. Her latest victory was returning successfully to The Basin with The Grey's contract for Lady Psyche. However she wanted a break from her herd mates, the whispers and the racism. Generally Arah never put herself around those with issues of other races, but lately others had been trying to turn her. She remembered when a few of her herd mates had tried to turn her against the other races, starting with equines. Being stolen by one didn't help her though and for a while yes, she did have an issues with equines. She didn't think herself better than them just because she was a unicorn and that's what her herd and her parents told her to think, she just didn't find them particularly trustworthy. Abel had cleared her mind though, helped her move past her pain by reawakening her to the fact that not all equines where the same.
Arah also wanted a break from The Basin because she had heard Crash Course had returned homed. She honestly had no idea where they stood with each other. He claimed to be in love her, she claimed to well...what had she claimed through her heart truths to save his heart from hurt? Really just was wetting herself with panic, she did love him though. Nothing was romantic about her love for him though, she was far from being in love with him. Honestly she was becoming to view him more of a big brother. So her big brother was in love with her. Damn. Surely love didn't work like that? You talked, hung out and did romantic things together. But then what would she know, she'd never been in love before and currently nobody seemed to have any interest with her...other than Crash of course. Which was fine, she didn't need to be desired to raise her head every morning.
The dainty mare stood up and shook out her pale coat. Her hair was already starting to shine in the light sun. It's white colour always caught even the faintest of light waves. Her feelings were mellowed out, however something had changed. Normally a bright eyed and bushy tailed mare, today she had a lurking black cloud in her chest. Perhaps her previous thoughts had brought on the anger that now lurked in the pit of her stomach. Shutting her eyes the mare took in a few deep breaths and exhaled loudly each time, not caring if she looked weird. With the careful practice that she had taught herself, Arah put her walls up and stopped the darkness in it's tracks. She would never let it consume her, it would never become the thing that drove her. Instead it helped her understand the darkness in others, the knowledge of what drove them, what helped them live.
Picking up a smooth gait, the small dove began her way towards a river she had seen before. There she would quench her thirst and warm up a little. Seeing as she had no partner or companion to warm her up, she would stick to the sun as her helper. She felt her mood ease up a little as she made her way across the fields. Walking was helping sort out her annoyance and anger. Many looked upon Arah as a weak being, a pretty mare with good looks but nothing else going for her. This wasn't true, Arah had proved herself many times as loyal, true and brave. The qualities she considered to be those of a solider.
That was her motto after all, solider on.
Slowling herself to a walking pace, the impersonator's breath was working hard and fast. For someone that worked so much she felt a little out of shape. But here she didn't feel in any immediate danger so it didn't really matter, her problems were minimal and her home wasn't particularly far away. In fact her golden eyes rested on the fog and mountains that sealed her home from her vision, as she paused in her journey to the stream. A smile formed on her face, she was almost ready to head back. Once she found the stream of course. The water was surely warmer out here than what it was in The Basin, it would be nice not to drink frozen ice, change was sometimes good. Change sometimes did you favours.
Moving once again, her eyes began seeking out the stream. She was alert and weary of anybody approaching her. Being stolen made you weary, made you watch the shadows with suspicion. However nothing seemed out of place and the more she moved the more her black cloud vanished into nothing at all. It generally passed this quickly, very rarely was she unable to with hold the rage. Her eyes settled on the stream she had been searching for. A smile spread over her lips as she bent her elegant neck and began to take delicate sips. It washed away any sleep left in her system and refreshed her. Finishing up her drink Arah paused and listened to the sounds around her. The area fascinated her, it brought life and yet there wasn't much to it. The place calmed her but for the life of her she couldn't understand why. However it really was time to get back to The Basin. No doubt there was somebody needing something from her, she paused however and took one last survey of her soundings.
Haunted by my eyes, the way they hold your attention even in the loudest silences.
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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize
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 Lakota
Her smile makes you wonder where she's been
Morn does not herald silent footfalls nor gracefully slinking form. Today there is no shadowy jaguar stalking elegantly, mysteriously, through the slowly darkening shadows. How strange, that they darken as the seasons change and yet lighten stubbornly upon every daybreak. It was a beautiful morning, and in fact she remembered unveiling deep royal violet irises to greet a mixture of colors that danced across the sky, coloring far more than the northern lights could dream of. Soft peachy oranges, muted goldenrod, and even deep fuchsia the same shade of the heart of a pink lily. All bleeding into a softer, paler roseate shade that eventually mated with the fuzzy weak azure that would dominate the day in later hours. Warmth that sang a nostalgic song of pleasant seasons past had crept upon them all, breaking up the slowly greying, wilting days of rain and dry lightning storms and basking all children below- good or evil, it mattered not- in pleasant buttery cloaks that road on the backs of muted colors in shimmering gowns. A small smile had unfolded upon her lips, knowing there was no other member around to see the softness she reflected back to the canvas above. In the arms of Morpheus, the frigid princess melted into a feminine doll that held no lines of anger upon a visage that could be surprisingly innocent at times. Impartial, stoic draw of lips faded into a weak upturn in slumber, guard drawn down while her growing princely child watched over her. Instinct disregarded, her belly had warmed the dew collecting around their little area as she lay peacefully upon the sprawl of emerald carpet like a newborn whose mother had wandered to graze. All was peaceful, and the day was undeniably breathtaking.
Upon full awareness, however, something did not seem quite right. Not in a way that had anticipation and defense prickling along her spine like the hairs of a riled cat, but in a misplaced, queasy feeling that made her insides tremble. On endlessly long pillars she had searched out the source of this disruption, this droning fly that buzzed annoyingly, persistently, in her ears. Fashionably late to a party she had not been informed was themed, Lakota was an obvious disruption. A liability that had not been filled in. Someone to watch with careful, subtle glances. And so her heart had ached, a bird with a broken wing that fluttered and cried with every moment, but had to fly to escape total destruction. All her life she had been cursed with love, and even the tiniest hint of it in her heart had to be brutally crushed. Fear flooded her, wondering if the other she had found her pulse beating faster for would hurt her- purposefully or otherwise- and was suddenly retreating into old habits from when she was young and far more broken. Cutting those emotions until she could squeeze them into a box and bury it beneath ice, so that they couldn't touch her. Couldn't hurt her.
Two kisses upon two brows, two fitting gifts from gods she had never met that would keep them safe while they slowly grew older. No words were exchanged with the new mother or her sibling, who had taken on the same title, until the very end. After years of cruelty, her aristocratic nature had stuck in her habits like glue, pressed in by scars and punishing hooves and teeth from her foalhood. It was close to painful to watch the proud father glowing, so in love it made her both ache for someone to look at her that way, and for him to stop looking in that exact manner at the one person she had connected with in this new land. Hadn't she been there, forever loyal, since they'd first met? Shadowed her, protected her, supported and encouraged her? It felt as if she was trying to justify the wailing sorrow that could not be comforted, sitting inside her throat with a fierce struggle for freedom into the air around her. Sheer will was all that kept it shackled, even as her throat began to ache and nostrils burn with chill. As soon as she had escaped the view of those three perfect figures and their two perfect daughters, she had snapped like a rubber band pulled past its breaking point. And suddenly those endlessly long legs gained from a heritage her demonic parents nearly worshiped gave her an escape she hadn't used in years.
She fled.
Personality always made her seem larger, more masculine. Around others, she forcefully deepened and roughened her vocals, making them a growl that dared all those near to challenge her words. Drew herself tall, puffed herself up until her mass seemed to double. For so long she had been the picture perfect model, the mannequin her mother dressed in finery that was not of her choosing. Oh, how her family cherished the delicacy of their own forms. With the draft lines in her sire, they had achieved perfect form. It sickened Lakota, not only with how vain they were, but with how her body betrayed her in its femininity that they had strived for. In reality she was frail and thin, athletic muscles that were hardly visible and the slimmest her parents could manage. After all, they may be tyrants that committed mass genocide, but they were royalty as well. How she hated them...yet she couldn't help but send a brief, sarcastic word of thanks to the sire surely burning in the afterworld meant for those of evil breeding. She had been the one to send him there, and yet she still found no guilt. At that moment, her frame was giving her speed that was likely dangerous should she trip or crash into a suddenly revealed obstacle. Did she care? No. Heart had not shattered or broken, but she had seared the wound closed before it could grow, hoping it would stop the emotions she felt for her best friend and Chieftess from growing and strengthening until they were actually able to tear her apart. Maybe physical pain would help, and she almost found herself wishing for those dangers to become realities.
Ao knew better than to try and keep pace with her, instead assuming a gait that he could keep up for hours and tracking her through a bond that shivered and twanged with the volatile emotions the exiled princess was fighting down. So she turned to the only one that had become a default- anger. It was easier to be angry, to flame up instead of burn down. One might comment that the former led to the latter, but that only further proved her point. Anger, especially false anger used to protect oneself, always crumbled into emotions such as sorrow and depression. Even she was not swift enough to outrun her troubles.
Nevertheless it didn't stop her from trying. Fleet-footed as she was, her hooves barely kissed the ground with each pass, but the quake inside her made them strike oddly against the greenery beneath. Surging uphill only sapped more and more of her energy, until at last she was forced to slow or risk collapse, especially with the slow thinning of air the higher she climbed. Lean pillars trembled quite conspicuously, mane wild in some parts and plastered to her neck with sweat in the other areas. Ears were constantly twitching, showing the confused emotions her body couldn't translate easily. Foam flecked off her flanks like disgusting snowflakes, evidence of her weakness. Sprinting was easier with her larger reserves of stamina, but what she had done was foolish and potentially harmful and she knew it. Instead of walking aimlessly she held her shaking, panting breath to find the closest source of water. The elevation meant it had to be running, and soon she had a direction, a goal. Something to calm herself until the task was completed. It let herself push everything beneath it, and she would work from there until she was ready to confront that tangled mess.
Finally she stumbled, quite literally, upon the creek she had been tracking. It wasn't her most elegant entrance, but she was exhausted. Obsidian hooves caught in the foliage, the damper soils along the banks, and nearly sent her sprawling. Instead she hit her knees, tiny ache of old scars hidden behind the shuddering bruising force of the impact. Walking was going to be a pain, but healing magic was not reached for. This was both her punishment and her saving grace, something different and more immediate to focus on. At least her breath had stopped rattling like she would die within moments, but it still shook in emotional little pants. Struggling up like a newborn the poisoner took the last few steps towards the cold liquid she'd been looking for. Dark lips touched the surface, calming the fire in her throat with a few swallows. Ao came to her then, weaving between the cage of her legs and rubbing against her in a feline fashion to show her that he was there. Sighing softly, the doe kept her crown low and ambled into the small creek, cooling her hooves which ached in protest at her abuse. Instead of feeling angry, she merely felt hollow. Hazy, stuck in limbo between feeling the bitterness lurking inside and total numbness.
Stubbornly, Aodaun charged into the shallow water and darted between her legs and beneath her hanging muzzle, growling and making strange little barks. He could not comfort her, far too young to understand what had made her so bitter towards the group they'd left and even towards herself, but he could try and lighten her mood with play. Though she tried, there was no resisting his antics, and soon she was dancing about as well, drawing delicate ankles up and out of the water to splash the cool droplets at him. Long tail swept up in a similar fashion, and though her enthusiasm was small in comparison to their normal play, she was at least slightly better than before. During their splashing and huffing at one another, a flash of paleness caught Lakota's eye and they immediately froze, Ao so close to her mind that they were both alerted at once. The fae was upstream, far enough that her features were indiscernible and so theirs would be the same, but the poisoner cursed her inattentiveness.
Aodaun, however, was far more interested in running to greet this new lady.
Cursing under her breath, Lakota followed him at a brisk pace, worry gnawing at her insides. The pale bear was growling happily and tumbling around the pale maiden's legs, batting at her tail and gazing up at her in hopes she would lower her crown to him. Lakota desired to run to him and drag him away from the potential danger, but didn't want to seem like a threat to this stranger either. Still standing within the stream, she faced the alabaster woman at a slight angle instead of face to face, and tried to keep her eyes on her little prince instead. Command to return to her rang through their connection, but it held desperation instead of sharpness. It worked either way, and the ball of mischief came rushing to her side once more, perfectly composed. Soft sigh of relief was unable to be withheld. Gaze flickered up to the other female at last, meeting golden irises. "My apologies, he was already excited from our play. He meant no harm." Ao wriggled and gave a soft growl as if in emphasis of her lyrics. Shadowy maiden did not feel comfortable where she stood. Her icy mask had been shattered, showing the defeat, bitter sorrow, and self-hatred in sharp relief. Legs still quaked with exhaustion, flanks and shoulders still damp with her sweat, face tired and frame quivering softly. She was weak, vulnerable, and the anxiety was clear in her eyes. Luckily, so was the sharpness of a fighter that told this potential threat she would fight regardless of her current state.
Gaze flickered uncomfortably around, but always settled on the snowy miss, not wanting to give her distraction as a perfect opening for attack. Clearing her throat softly, she awkwardly shifted and let the motion carry her back a few steps. Just in case. "We didn't mean to interrupt your morning. Aodaun was only trying to comfort me with his antics, I take responsibility for his excitement. My name is Lakota, may I ask yours?" Might as well try to be somewhat friendly in her apologies, right? She was aware of the scent on this femme's coat, knew where she hailed from, and remembered her encounter with d'Artagnan. Naturally she was wary, knowing the deal they'd struck about the Throat may not be enough, that she could easily be racist and desire her death much like the bloodied stallion who'd aided her- unhappily, of course- in her quest. Yet her heart still ached, and her muscles still quivered, and she was just so so tired. Wanting to cry, but wondering if she was still capable of producing tears. Demons weren't supposed to cry.
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| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
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Arah
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Peaceful thoughts fluttered around Arah's brain, she was trying to calm herself with them. Arah shut her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. In...and out...be calm and thud. Something rather solid hit her legs, causing Arah's eyes to fly open and tumble back a step or so. What she believed to be a polar bear cub began growling in what seemed like a playful manner. It tumbled around her legs causing laughter to ring out from her lips. It played with her tail hair and Arah swished her tail side to side to try and provide more entertainment to the cub. Carefully she lowered her crown to him for a mere second in greeting and then pulled back again. "But pray little fellow, do tell me where your bondmate is?" She spoke softly to the little guy. She guessed he accompanied another horse, which was no doubt watching them interact from afar. Arah's eyes flew up from the little cub to settle on a female equine standing before. Studying the dark blue mare with open interest Arah paused and waited for her to speak first. The stranger must have called the little rascal back because he returned to his mistress in a mere amount of seconds. Then finally their gazes met. She listening to the mares tones, she sounded rather exhausted. A laugh tumbled from her lips, as her golden gaze flickered back to her new little friend for a second. "Don't worry, your little white fluff ball caused no harm. Only entertainment." Arah assumed the mare using a friendly tone. She was still anxious to be standing so close to an equine but did not let it show. She was a master at hiding her emotions. As usual the white mare was impeccably clean, her hair long and silky and her gaze as abnormal as ever. Her pendant bounced gently against her chest as she shook out the water from her coat.
Her eyes watched the other mare's gaze flick around, she seemed so out of place. Arah wondered if there would be anyway she would be able to help the other mare. The strange mare then cleared her throat and back up a few steps. 'What odd behaviour'. Confused by the way the other mare was acting, it took Arah a few moments to understand what was wrong. She was from The Basin...she lived with racists who would love to kill the mare in front of her. Before Arah could defend her dignity, the mare introduced herself as Lakota and her cub as Aodaun. "I'm Arah." She stated simply still watching the mare. "I know that I live with a bunch of unicorns who are mostly either racists or are assholes or both. But you don't need to fear me, I don't bite." She winked at the cub and then laughed at him again. She wondered how she could relax the other mare into her company. It wasn't like Arah was about to call out the Basin to her and beat her into a pulp. She did not attempt to seal the distance between them, that would be up to this Lakota. Plus Arah still had slight trust issues when it came to strangers. But then again, who didn't? The fact that she was an equine didn't matter to her, she honestly couldn't have cared less.
Adverting her own eyes for a moment, Arah wondered where she should go with this conversation. She didn't play games, didn't try and impress strangers, she just liked making friends but that was something the she wasn't good at. She only had a few real friends, ones she could count on. The Basin also didn't supply many friendly faces, she was generally looked down on because she was....nice. Sighing softy, her gaze found it's way back to the face that held those strange purple eyes. It was odd to meet someone with a gaze as bizarre as hers. Well at least they had something in common. Wondering if Lakota knew that it was Arah who had made the deal between their too herds, she paused wondering how she should work that into the conversation. Good points always lead to a beautiful friendship right?
"So, the foothills huh?" 'Good god woman, is that really the best you've got?' Arah thought to herself. Mentally kicking herself she rushed on. "It's beautiful there, I noticed that when I was there making the deal between the Foothills and the Basin." She smiled not expecting to impress the mare but just hoping to drum up some conversation between the two. She was also curious to see if she could help the other mare out with her problems. Everybody had personal things going on but Arah often took it upon herself to try and heal people. Talking your feelings out helped people release their pain and get on the path for healing. Begin accepting truths and realise their way forward into their lives. Arah did realise though that this mare trusted her about as far as she could throw her. So the chances of Lakota opening up and sharing her problems was as about at likely as little Aodaun to start speaking fluently to them. She studied the coat of Lakota again. Her colouring was so different, strange rather like her. Arah new that she was a rather peculiar mare, not many expected her to be so bizarre when they started speaking to her. She wasn't erratic exactly, but at the same time she was far from normal. But then again what was 'normal' what defined a being as normal?
What did you say to strangers to get them to open up to you, trust you? Spill their problems. A breeze rolled through their little pitty party, tossing some of Arah's shorter strands of around around. She took a moment to settle her thoughts then tried again to sort through her mind. Her original purpose of having a calm meeting with nature was clearly not going to happen, but the company of new people was always better. You learnt things when you met new people, and leaning was something that Arah valued greatly. "I find being out here is really good for you to to sort out your thoughts." She smiled and figured that was why Lakota was all the way out here like she was. "But I'm actually quite interested in this little guy." Her gaze flicks to Aodaun. "Tell me, where did you meet?"
Haunted by my eyes, the way they hold your attention even in the loudest silences.
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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize
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Lakota
Her smile makes you wonder where she's been
Tempting locks of albino white dance before dark violet eyes, the child of snow rolling and leaping with every sway and shift of the wonderful tresses. Large paws slapped the earth, batting at the tail that enticed him into play. He had yet to grow into the body given to him, and his awkwardness brought many tumbles and trips, but it did nothing to stop his eager play. Melodic vocals slid sweetly down his ears, words he recognized but still didn't understand. Sweet as honey and brown sugar, delicate as cherry blossoms and spring dew. Too-big paws reach gently for her muzzle, flailing yet careful of claws, having learned the lesson from his princess at a very young age. Ao rolled and flopped upon his spine, head tilting sideways towards one shoulder upon the ground. Grass became a princely crown around his clean alabaster fur. Fluffy round ears flicked as he listened, giving an odd bark at the word 'bonded'. And where was his princess? It seemed right as the ghostly pale mistress spoke the familiar word she appeared, his beryl and obsidian shadowy queen. She is distressed and it hurts him, and even now he feels the worry that flows like a river through a broken dam when she catches sight of him so close to possible danger. A single punishing hoof could end his young life, and the terror that grips her quaking heart moves him to her side in an instant before she even reaches for him through their silent celestial bond. The lithe female looks up then, and Ao watched quietly as the two caught eyes. His princess cannot be comforted, not by him. At least, not right now. There is something far more complicated in the ribbons and lace of her heart, a pain he is too young to understand, and he stares helplessly between the two mares. He cannot fix her, and the only other soul around- thankfully a kind one- is standing on the other shore.
In a dizzying whirl, the two are lost in their connection, and it takes a moment for Lakota to rip herself away and focus on herself, not the combined being they create in the sanctified areas of their minds. With little control over his own mind, Aodaun often brought her down into his soul with little effort. Golden irises, almost feline in nature, lock on her own rich violet and everything goes quiet once more. The weariness in her tone is obvious even to her, but the tinkling laugh that greets her stiff explanation is unforeseen. Feminine features twisted in confusion, almost childlike as her crown tilted slightly, studying this strange moonlit miss. As if stranded at sea, she is out of her environment, puzzled over why the other female would laugh at a surprise entrance like the one Ao had rushed onto her. Unsure smile curls her lips, almost shy. It isn't very large, but she always attempted to at least be kind in return to those who extended geniality towards her. Case in point being Thayne, and Kota was rather nervous to see that this encounter may turn down that path. Why was it so impossibly hard for her to be normal stoic Lakota around such warm beings? They seemed to melt the ice within her, break the shield around her expressive visage, the one part of her that betrayed every thought and feeling if left alone.
Clearly aware he had been brought up in conversation, Aodaun wriggled at her side and growled softly, fangs flashing happily. He didn't budge, remaining obediently at her side, but it was clear he did it only for her. Lakota gave a tiny giggle, more an exhale of breath in the shape of one than a fully formed laugh. "He's entertaining for a short while, but dealing with a hyper cub every day? It can wear you out." Fond look is directed towards her precious prince, but she is polite enough to return her gaze to the other female's. It isn't too cold for an autumn morning, but silver crystal clouds still form in the air on her exhales. Thin form protests the cold, but it clears her mind as effectively as any pain. Instead of delving into the freezing waters of her inner turmoil, she observes the white lily woman standing across the creek from where she stood. Moonlight is combed into her locks, which tumble and curl to the ground like a waterfall in long, perfect waves. A pendant sat on her breast, the exact same as the two she had given away to the young foals mere moments ago merely colored and designed differently. Self-conscious in the presence of the pretty, doll-like creature, Lakota shifted her mane to cover more of herself. Longer than most it curled inches away from her knees, but she felt like an ink stain on a perfect world. Her entire family, most importantly her two precious siblings, had been born with genes as light as the femme conversing so kindly with her. Lakota was plain and, in her opinion, not particularly attractive. Normally it didn't matter, but in the presence of any beautiful or handsome being she felt inadequate and ugly.
Such petty thoughts cannot be entertained, for her movements don't go unnoticed. Puzzled look floods her features momentarily, but understanding rushes directly after it. In seconds her name is given, Arah. Lakota flicked her ears a little and tested the name on her tongue. "Arah..." Once she was satisfied with how it rolled and shifted in her sweet soprano voice, the poisoner focused once more upon the words gifted upon her. Shock colored her face at the blunt, playful words. The Grey was all about subtlety, concealing your emotions in favor of militaristic operations and stoic business deals. Seeing such visible, unrestrained teasing turned her into a wide-eyed, startled portrait, unsure of how to react. Stammering and stuttering at first, Lakota fought to find the right words to reply. "I...well..." Her wink only further stumped the poor princess, though she was relieved to see it was directed towards her bondmate and not her. Goodness knew she wouldn't know how to deal with that, especially with how suddenly it had been spoken and done. "I'm sorry, miss Arah. I had a rather unfavorable meeting with your Mender, though I must admit he's rather amusing at times. I shouldn't have judged you for the scent on your coat." Yuck, apologizing was not her forte. Well, at least she could be professional about it, even if it made her apology and successive explanation seem rather emotionless.
They were rather odd, the shadow and the moonbeam. Both seemed rather confused as to where to take the meeting and the conversation, and the awkward atmosphere only increased Kota's nervousness. Forehoof scratched absentmindedly at the sand beneath, kicking at the gurgling liquid every once in a while. Shifting and shielding herself from view the best she could with obsidian locks, fidgeting like a lovestruck filly standing before her crush after confessing.
"So, the Foothills huh?"
Plum irises flickered up once more from where they had nervously wandered the horizon, and the dry, fumbling attempt at a conversation starter had a surprised string of giggles falling quietly from dark lips. Not one to be boisterous around a stranger, or even a normal friend, she tried to conceal the bubbly sounds. It only made her ache, remembering Ktulu's teasing after Eios had departed, declaring her laugh was rather girly. Arah rushed onward, and Kota knew that even the young fae's words could not drown out the sound of her giggling. Hopefully she wouldn't be insulted, or take it the wrong way. Lakota was far too tired to fight, and would likely do nothing should a threat come her way. Pride blossomed in her small breast regardless of her weary state, flush coming to her face and smile curling upon her muzzle once more. Did she truly find the Foothills beautiful? "Thank you, Arah. I wish I had knowledge of what your home looked like, but aside from the obvious problems," here she laughed softly, clearly meaning her lack of horn. "I don't think I would do too well. The cold and I have never been the best of friends." Instead of the slightly rounded, all-around figure of the Morgan lines that her siblings had inherited, she had been the odd one out once again. Walker blood ran thick in her veins, making her tall and seemingly imposing. In truth she was thin, the only muscle she was able to put on being lean and athletic. It was pathetic and she hated it, finding her inability to deal with the cold another item on a long list of hatred towards her genes.
Hopefully that would get the conversation going, but the midnight healer had yet to display the curiosity bubbling up inside her. Curiosity killed the cat, they said, but Kota was more than willing to play the kitten if it meant sating it. It drew her forward like a physical force, face attentive and childish curiosity plainly visible. Why should she hide it? she pondered. Arah was from a different herd, why must she wear her protective layers? There was no need to impress her, and what damage could she cause? Telling her herd members of the hornless dame that was bubbly and adorable? Stretch the truth? Speak a name none of them had heard before? So instead she let her worries melt away, let the stress and wary stance slip and disappear like rainwater off her canvas. As if baited by catnip the Kota kitten stepped forth into the creek, body language speaking more than the words that would follow. "You helped negotiate the deal?" Midnight princess had lurked in her shadows that eve, ready for the summons should she be needed, but no words that were traded had graced her ears. Pausing, she studied her once more, trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. No wonder Leo had called her a sociopath so many times in their milk years. Crown shook in disbelief, velvety chuckle dripping like lavender rainwater from her vocal chords. Now to continue the conversation. "I could never do that. I'd get my ass kicked, or killed. I'm not good with words, and even if I'm respectful I still end up getting insulted. I belong in the ranks, as a poisoner, a healer, and a warrior. But it's already clear you're good with words," she laughed. Playful teasing, returning the light banter that Arah had started when saying she didn't bite.
Coal canvased legs were, by then, encased in the creek up to mid-shin, unable to resist the pull Arah had on her. Curious, curious, curious. Such a strange mare! So straightforward! Teasing and playing, complimenting and laughing easily. Lakota was enamored by her, in awe of the ease with which she indulged her emotions, wanting to know how it felt. Instead, more lyrics touch her audits, and as if broken from a spell the thin dame blinked owlishly and brought her extending neck back to its original position. Sigh escaped her, an echo of broken hearts, crushed hopes, and broken dreams. Unrequited love, betrayal, and loneliness. Brilliant amethyst orbs dulled at Arah's lyrics, slim shoulders drooping slightly. "Mine refuse to be sorted, I'm afraid. For me, this is a good place to hide away from all of it, to be weak. Running up that blasted hill usually does the trick physically, and from there..." delicate shoulder blades shrugged, feeling fragile and delicate as if noticing her own weight and stature for the first time. As if her bones had been replaced with glass or porcelain, ready to shatter if someone touched her too roughly.
Thankfully, Arah offered her an escape from the sadness of her own reply, and a loving smile that wasn't often revealed blossomed demurely on raven lips. Gaze flickered to her bondmate, who had followed her step for step as she moved closer to Arah. There is a softness to her eyes, a glow in her face that is rare and hard to catch, something reserved only for a few special people and her precious prince. "That's a rather interesting story, miss Arah." Ew, she felt so old calling her miss! But she was raised a princess, and until she was granted the right to speak with Arah on familiar grounds, she would continue to have a title. Ao snuggled to her left leg, curling around it like a feline twisting around their master's legs for attention. Adoringly he gazed up at her, and in the safe cocoon of his affection and the solid weight of his stare, the words slipped from her throat without her noticing. "I had been up here, actually. But I went farther north, wanting to see the ocean and the ice bridges. Between here and the Steppe, I ran into his mother. It was storming pretty hard, and she was battling another larger male polar bear for the carcass of a seal of some sort." Soft whine flooded the air from her bondmate, for though he barely remembered life before Lakota, the emotions still lingered somewhere deep down.
"Ao ended up getting coated in the blood, I'm still not sure who it was from. The seal or one of the polar bears. His mother barely ran off the male, but he had already killed Ao's sister. Apparently males will kill and eat newborns, even if it's their offspring. His mother abandoned him, his scent hardly recognizable and believing him too injured to save with the amount of blood on him. She didn't know it wasn't from him. I helped him, slept in a cave with a strange glassy, see-through roof with him all night. In those hours as we slept, the Gods took our souls and weaved them together. We've been with each other ever since." Kota lowered her head, letting Aodaun reach up and wrap his paws around her like a child giving a hug, gnawing at her forelock playfully and growling endearingly. Giggling she lowered him back down and turned to face Arah, trying to soak in the feeling of joy, love, and comfort that always draped over here when recalling that day. It was easier to focus on the good and ignore the bad, fearing she would break if she tried to tell Arah what had happened. And who knew if she would even care, or want to listen? Kota was dying of curiosity, but she was still wary and distrusting to an extent, a feeling sure to linger for quite a while until they reached a level of understanding and companionship where Lakota felt safe and accepted around her. If this meeting ever had a sequel, of course.
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"D'Art?" Arah asked and then starting giggling. Oh yes, Arah knew D'Art quite well, the time mender was the unicorn that had brought Arah into the Basin. "He's...well...he is....you know.." Arah struggled trying to think of words to describe her herd mate. He was always a gentleman to her, but she saw through the mask that he wore so carefully. She stopped trying to think of words for the mender and watched Lakota for a moment. The darker dame was beautiful in her own way, Arah wondered what the mender had done to Lakota make make her fear the Basin so much. "Think nothing of it." Arah shrugged the apology off, used to having to explain that she wasn't a racist prick. "I do it as well, I see all of The Grey as mostly heartless warriors, in it for the gold." She smiled at the little cub again. "But I can see how terribly wrong I am." She could see that Lakota was hurting but that just proved all the more that she had feelings. Studying the simplest of movements, the way the light caught the finest of hairs on the darker dame's body, had Arah's interest. Her body spoke of a wise mare, who had experienced more than her years worth. Not just wise either...informed. Arah watched the older mares nervousness, her forehoof scratched absentmindedly at the sand beneath, kicking at the gurgling liquid every once in a while. She hid herself from Arah's gaze with her dark locks and Arah too felt the tension grow between them. She pretended to be deep in thought, then she brought the mares gaze back up to her face with a question.
The question also brought along some surprised string of giggles falling quietly from dark lips. Arah frowned at the mare before giggling a little herself. What a pretty laugh this mare had, so maybe there was a softness under the harsh exterior. Even as she continued speaking the mare's girly laughter lightened the mood considerably. She spoke of The Basin and never having seen it. "It' beautiful, the night sky is always lit up with hundreds of stars, and the temperature really isn't that bad." She smiled. "I live in this little cave by myself," she chuckled with Lakota. "No stag in my life, anyway, I've decorated it with flowers on the walls and cleaned out the rocks from the floor, so it's not hard to lay on." Her gaze was turned to the distance, the direction of her little cozy home. "The the floor has grass and flowers so it's soft to lay down, and it's not cold." She stopped aware she had been gushing to the darker mare. A heat crept over her cheeks. "Sorry, but it's the first real home I've had." Her last home was nothing but a war with her family and a bitter younger sister. That relationship was complicated, Arah had done her best to protect the little baby girl from her parents wrong ideals. She wanted to save baby Arwen, but her parents got into her little sister head and Arwen turned into a cold selfish mare. Someone Arah hated, no matter how hard she tired to love her baby sister, she couldn't do it. It still destroyed her everyday living without her sister, but Arah would not be able to go back and save her.
Arah watched the dame step forward, into the creek. A smile formed on her lips as she realised that Lakota was finally starting to relax around her. If Arah was reading her right, and she was good at reading people, she was causality curious. She gave the shadow mare a open, soft and friendly smile. She wanted to draw her closer, there was something compelling about the way she moved and looked at Arah. A lust for further conversation settled over the golden girl. Arah nodded, in answer to the raven's question. She did not dare take her eyes off the approaching shadow. Excitement and nerves had begun playing games in her stomach. "Myself and my close friend Roland came and spoke to Ktulu and Ophelia." Her eyes watched with inquisitiveness. Her own tones where laced in honey, slow thoughtful and playful. "It's my job to be good at words." She had lied and cheated her way to freedom, then she had never lied agin if she could help it. not only that, with a few cleaver words people opened up to her and trusted her. "It's that I'm an honest lady, I've never broken a promise." She laughed with Lakota. She was glad to enter the playful banter, with a another smirk, Arah winked quickly at Lakota.
Closer and closer crawled the mare, it was like Arah was a pale crown that Lakota want to reach and keep as a prized procession. Only she was afraid of moment to quickly it would vanish before her very eyes. Curious, was all Arah could read in the shadow mares eyes, which in turn triggered Arahs eyes to relay the same feeling. She shook out her mane, enjoying the silence for a moment. Her gaze flickered around, refusing to rest on the mare. She felt embarrassed at her interest in Lakota, but every time her gaze settled on the mare a shy smile spread over her chops. Own head tilted to the side, eyes wide with wonderment as the pretty dark dame sighed to respond to her. Arah could hear how broken she was, wanting to help fix her. Maybe, just maybe, Arah would be able to help the mare with her magic. The slim shoulders drooping slightly. "You are not weak Lakota." She tones were suddenly harsh, eyes narrowed. "When I look into your eyes I see the soul of a warrior and a survivor, someone that has been strong for others for far too long." Arah shifted her position, slightly more stubborn and she hoped imposing. Passon filled her silky soft tones. "Strength radiates from you. It's actually rather intriguing.". Lakota's delicate shoulder blades shrugged, Arah eyes watched them. Her strange gaze still tried to capture the purple gaze of the darker mare. It was with this gaze that she captured the souls of others, the golden eyes that sparkled with strangeness and open emotions. "That may have sounded ridiculously lame, but I meant every word." Her tones were soft a pretty again, and her stance slipped back into a casual presence. Arah knew a lot about souls and what made people who they were.
A loving smile blossomed demurely on raven lips, from Arah's question about her bondmate. Lakota looked to her little cub and Arah's gaze followed. The miss title caused Arah's eyes to snap back to Lakota. So this mare was born into a high ranking family. Just like she was, her smile widened. Arah had long stopped calling others 'miss, lady, mr' and their rank titles. She listened to the story with rapt attention, it was thrilling and so interesting. Arah watched Kota lower her head, letting Aodaun reach up and wrap his paws around her, then laughed as he began gnawing at her forelock playfully and growling endearingly. Lakota was also giggling she lowered him back down and turned to face Arah.
The ivory mare watched the adorable pair wondering what kind of magic it took to bind them together. "That's an adventure you'll never forget." She laughed and shook out her mane, it had been clinging to her neck. There was so many things that were special about this shadow mare, it sounded as if she had been blessed by the gods many times. This mare was so fascinating, the way to spoke, her movements and the things about her that made her an individual. Made her special. But the dark body held many dark secrets, the light doe could tell. Arah wondered what could have possibly happened to make this mare hide so many dark secrets. Perhaps it was her past that haunted her, made the new day look darker because she was concerned or worried about what she had done in the past. "If there was anything in you past that you could change, or forget...would you?" Her question was quiet and thoughtful, she wanted to know if there was a way should could help this darker beauty. Her face was blank and eyes empty. Your past made you who you were, removing it or forgetting some of it...even making the memory fuzzy, well it changed you.
"I can tell you've got secrets and that your past haunts you." She looked directly at the raven trying to catch her eye. She would not use her magic until Lakota okayed it, but she wanted to read the mare's thoughts through her eyes, the window to the soul. "I have a way to help you, release you from some of your burdens." The impersonators words were as honest as always. She tilted her head, the strangeness that always accompanied Arah dripped from her. The way she snapped from emotion to emotion. From excited to calm from crying to smiling. She wasn't crazy but the young mare had a huge zest for life and every emotion she felt she wanted to experience it hole heartily. Make your life worth living, Arah believed she was doing that. This was why so many found her strange but very likeable. "I have a...gift that I don't like sharing with others." She sighed. "I'm afraid they'll abuse it, but not you, I like and trust you." Arah paused wondering were she needed to go from here. A breeze played with her hair while the impersonator grouped around her head for the right words. "I can alter your memories." She stopped and refused to look at Lakota. Why? Was she ashamed? "I can make you forget things, make the memories shinny, or alter them completely." She chuckled and then sighed. "Whatever you want fixed, changed or blurry...I could do that for you?" Now her eyes flicked up for a second. What did the shadow mare think of her ability? Did she find her despicable, find her offer disgusting?
Arah took a few steps back, shyly. She wanted to help, but as her eyes darted away refusing to meet Lakota's. She had never done it before, offered to help others like this.
But did Lakota see it as help?
Or would she see it as a pretty little liar trying to get into her head?
Haunted by my eyes, the way they hold your attention even in the loudest silences.
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Lakota
Her smile makes you wonder where she's been
Stereotypes and assumptions are awful things, and the two faes seem to realize this together, bashfully admitting to their own incorrect thoughts. Though, Lakota’s lips twitched in amusement at Arah’s confession, crown swaying softly to and fro and giggling quietly. ”It is easy to misunderstand us, I admit. Being a part of the Grey, I can still see from the viewpoint of others. But to me, it’s far different. They are my family, my brothers and sisters, and I’ve never seen a group so well connected and trusting towards each other. I would trust my back and my protection to Grey members I’ve never met, simply because I would do the same,” she murmured softly, allowing Arah to choose whether she listened or not. Aureate gaze flickered to her prince, and Lakota smiled between them, touched that Aodaun had helped to show Arah that they were not heartless. In time he would grow to fit the terror of his species, become a warrior just like his idol Eytan, but his heart would always belong to Lakota. She sees it in the adoring way he gazes at her, even as the two females fall into a slightly awkward silence, only broken by Lakota’s attempt at conversation. Shivers dance on her skin in remembrance of colder months in lands where winter was harsh and had taken its toll on her skinny, lightly muscled frame. Athletic was perhaps a better description with how frail she appeared, but Lakota was nothing if not independent and refused to appear weak or even sound so in her own thoughts. Arah swore it truly wasn’t that terrible, but Lakota was rather certain she’d never venture there willingly to find out.
Though she’d feared that she’d been rambling in adoration over her screwy Grey family, Arah seemed to follow her example and do the same, except with far more words than the reserved Poisoner could ever eloquently construct. But it’s nice to see the glow of her face, the wistful almost homesick expression she wears. Though it’s surprising she claims to have no stallion to warm her side at night, and an eyebrow rose on Lakota’s features to display it. ”I’m rather surprised you do not, to be candid. Any reason why?” Maybe she was prying, but Kota didn’t really care. If she was, then Arah didn’t have to tell her. Hiding the truth with dodgy expressions and socially acceptable white lies was not a pastime Kota took part in, and never would. If she had something to say or to ask, she said it. But understanding made the darkly fae bow her crown knowingly, wistfulness in her truthful irises. "I can sympathize, Arah. Don't apologize to me for having emotions, they will do you well. Don't lose them." Perhaps, was that too much of a hint to the woman, regardless of whether she'd meant to give it or not?
They remained in quiet stalemate until the pearly maiden hooked Lakota with curiosity, pulling her in, dark walkers pressing light weight onto the shifting stones below. They were smooth from years of water coursing over rough surfaces, persistence turning something ugly and harsh into a new beautiful specimen. The significance was lost on the dark vixen that crossed the chilled width of the creek. Sunlight peeked through the decaying branches that clouded the poisoner's eyes as the other dame smiled at her encouragingly. She'll hurt you just like the others, Kota, her mind whispered softly. Hurt her before she hurts you, fool! Today the viper goes unheard, its rattling tail stomped beneath hard obsidian hooves that draw her ever closer to the honey sweet mistress she nears. What was the saying? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Well, she was the curious black bear shoving her snout and paw into the hive, knowing full well she'd be stung, but desiring the sweetness held inside that was so absent from her life. We always want what we can't have. Beauty and the Beast.
Arah laughed gently, like a dove cooing, or chimes in the distance. "It's my job to be good at words." Lakota gave a smile in reply, hoping it didn't look as nervous as she felt. But, right as she lifted her gaze to Arah's, the ivory maiden gave a wink. Kota's mulberry irises went wide, face flushing with heat and ears dropping to half-mast, suddenly shy and flustered. Head moving slightly to the side so they were no longer face to face, demurely dropping her gaze as she hid behind her locks, not knowing how to handle such a...a...flirtatious gesture! Stammering fell from her lips, trying to form words even if she had no idea what to say. Where in the world had that come from! Her heart was racing away with her, pulse drumming in her throat, and an odd squeak echoed from her dark lips. Gods, why was she so pathetic when it came to anything remotely flirtatious?! She could fight to the death, cover herself in gore and guts, and still be bellowing for more. She could make people cower with a single look, give and receive respect, and move people with the passion- even if not the eloquence- of her words. So why was she such a mouse when it came to something like this? Lakota the Poisoner, kicking ass and killing sass, only to be defeated by a single wink. How fitting.
Just when she thought she'd finally composed herself, the beautiful woman harshly corrected her degrading thoughts. Lakota shrunk down in surprise, still so off-kilter that a small eep escaped in her surprised. Watching Arah through her bangs, eyes wide as an owl's, her face showed just how touched and weak she was in this situation. In fact she was finding it rather hard to breathe beneath that intense golden stare, the passion and understanding in her lyrics. How could she see through Lakota so easily? Upon their first meeting? When her words went soft again, the dark dame finally found her words after a bit of stuttering. "I-I...th-thank you, Arah," she breathed, a little squeakily. Well, there went her stupid pulse again. Couldn't it just settle down? Really, it was almost as if Ktulu was standing there! Oh gods, now wasn't that a thought? So many questions exploded in her mind at that one set of words, and she swayed slightly, physically dizzy from the force of it. Stepping a bit closer to Arah, she steadied herself without making the dizzy spell seem obvious, quieting her brain sharply. That was simply not something she could think of, not right now. Not ever, more like it.
She thanked the gods that Aodaun gave the both of them something else to focus on, smiling and humming softly in the affirmative to Arah's words. Yes, she would never forget the day she'd bonded with Ao. It was magical in more ways than just that which had cemented their bond. Her little snow prince meant so very much to her, she would never regret bonding with him.
There was no time to linger on memories, for the soft question that danced in her harks was far more serious and intriguing. Slowly a dark crown rose to view the dame once more, curious but also wary. Scared. What could it be like, then? To forget something like that? As Arah had said, would she? Opting for trembling silence, she took a few steps away from the ivory doe, barriers slamming shut around her and posture going defensive. A trapped animal with no place to run to escape its pursuer. But her eyes betrayed her, showed her fear, her curiosity. Arah had her hooked, and yet she was terrified to even remember the first strand of any of those memories, because it would shatter all the walls she'd put around them to keep them from destroying her.
Don't think about them, just don't think...at...all...
Silence. They remain close lipped, the both of them, for an immeasurable amount of time. At least...Lakota is. She is entranced by the words that Arah weaves around her, netting her while she is motionless like a magician winding its spell around a helpless specimen. Could she really make it go away? Just...poof? And oh, how childish that sounded, but it was so true. Lakota had never imagined she could just make a memory...disappear. The calm honesty in her gaze had Lakota's frame uncoiling from itself, taking a tentative step back towards the other lass. She couldn't help it. She should have turned around and run all the way back to the broken pieces of her heart that she'd left lying at young Ranjiri's hooves, but no. The prospect of finally being free...it was simply too enticing. How heavy her shoulders were with these memories, how chained she was to her past. Could Arah really banish her suffering so easily? Even so she smiled shyly and blushed, warmth upon her cheeks to know she was liked. That she was trusted. But...but Arah was stepping away. Refusing to look at her.
Lakota's heart jumped, aching, screaming at her to move forward. Something inside her screamed, wailed, begging Kota to rush forward, to have Arah stay. She had only just found her! No no no! Arah had finally seen her, had taken a look into the depths of her broken remains and still smiled lovingly, understandingly. She couldn't lose her just yet! Lakota stumbled forward almost blindly, eyes wide and desperate. "N-No please, don't go!" she breathed, only to recoil as if hitting a solid surface, shame in her eyes. How pathetic could she be? Chasing after someone she'd just met, who hailed from a herd who'd rather see her kind dead than beneath their hooves? "I-I...please. If you're willing to...please take it away. Please." Gods, didn't she just sound desperate? But she couldn't help it, and like a lost child she looked to Arah, praying she could follow through on her words.
In her mind she let the memories free.
"Demon! Demon! Look at it, it couldn't even be born right! Disgusting!"
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"MOMMY YOU'RE HURTING ME, PLEASE, STOP!"
"Shut up, you disgust me!"
"LEO! PLEASE!"
"Shut up you little bitch!!"
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"Hey Ithrim, what do you think of- ITHRIM?!"
"RUN, KOTA!"
"LET HIM GO! NO! ITHRIM!"
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"You never had the guts to be a real killer."
"I'll prove you wrong right now, Father."
"You'll always be worthless."
"At least I won't be dead."
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"I love you, Kota."
With a jolt, she woke up beneath the boughs of a tree of their new home. Throat quivered with a sob she withheld.
"No you don't, Ktulu."
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I remember the look in her eyes well. You didn't see it did you, momma? She looked so sad and so conflicted. She prayed over me, kissed my forehead, and gifted me with an amulet from the God of the Earth. I may have been a newborn, but even I understood what a gift was. I was young but not stupid. In return I pressed my face against Lakota's. It was in my mind that I prayed for her, wished her to find what truly made her happy in her life and once she found it I prayed for her to have the strength to grab hold of it and keep it. She deserves happiness, don't you think?
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Notes: The last one is directly from Ranjiri's post in her birth thread <'3 Arah can view whichever she chooses, or all of them, or whatever you like. Full magic usage permitted!
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