| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 12 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| ali |
Alleo
and I know its hard when you’re falling down
and its a long way up when you hit the ground
He hated the snow. And the winter. And the cold. He hated the way his breath fogged in front of his face. The moisture would crystallize on his whiskers and he'd end up with icicles hanging from his face. Frostfall was a terrible time of year for everyone who had the misfortune of having to suffer through it. Lucky him had come to this new land just in time to suffer through the coldest part of the year. Alleo groaned inwardly as the snow continued to crunch under his hooves. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Endless hoof falls punctuated with the nerve rattling Crunch! that came with Frostfall's white blanket. It was enough to make him grit his teeth to keep from cringing like a child.
Balls of ice formed around his hooves as he walked and occasionally Alleo would be forced to stop and knock his hooves against trees to get the ice to fall off. He would stand there and stare at the offending icy spheres, mentally cursing them and the snow. Who needed snow, anyway? What was the point of it? He couldn't stand there contemplating the purpose of snow and winter and how much he hated the ice that clung to his face and hooves all day. Not if he intended to find his two younger sisters. Alleo was fairly certain that they had come here. To this Helovia. He'd heard of it through his travels, primarily from ones who had passed through, and it sounded like a place his sisters might end up in. Neither of them had sense enough to stay away from places where gods and magic ran rampant. Regardless of how much sense he thought they lacked he still loved them dearly.
How long had he been walking, looking for them anyway? He'd crossed into Helovia sometime in the afternoon, he thought. The sun had already sunk below the horizon and the sky was beginning to darken. Above him, through the canopy of trees, he could see the first star of the evening. His bi-colored eyes closed and he wished on it, that he might actually find his sisters this time and that they would both be in good health and spirits.
Alleo's eyes opened and he sighed, only to tilt his ears back as he watched the fog his breath created until it disappeared. He then continued on his way, wandering through a frozen forest that he new little about with a very clear purpose in his mind. Find his sisters. Scold them for running off the way they did and giving him mild heart attacks. Tell him he loved them and hold them close so they would never run off again.
ooc:// lakota or hana first, please c:
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Hana
I don't preach or scream ain't trying to teach the scene,
The only guidelines are those you need to read between.
It had taken a lot of courage on Hana's part to come back to where it had all began. This, now frozen wasteland, still haunted her. This was where her journey in Helovia had started and so far it had not been an entirely pleasant one. She had made so many bad choices you could fill a book with them. The young mare had become stronger from them however. So as her hooves entered the land known as The Threshold, Hana found herself in a reasonable mood. She did not know why she had traveled back to the forest. Maybe it was fate, maybe some unknown force was pushing her towards the meeting that should have happened months ago. Evidently though, she was following this path her hooves making way quickly through the snow. Crunch, crunch, crunch her pace was a quick one, aiming to keep warm in the chilly area.
She paused now as she thought she heard another close by. Was it another, her imagination or a small animal? She was silent now, ruby eyes searching for what had made the disturbance. At first when she did not see anything she assumed that she had imagined the noise. That was more likely than there actually being another pitiful soul freezing out here. She pressed forward again, only this time a little slower not wanting to run into trouble. Her thoughts where settled on her sister's troubled eyes, how haunted she had looked during the herd meeting. Yet at the same time, somewhere Lakota had found hope. Hana had wanted to talk to her sister about it, but then realised that there was someone else out there that was making her sister happy. Doing a better job than what she was. She positively ached with jealousy at the very thought. Who was this stranger and why had Lakota found hope in them? She wanted to meet with this stranger and have a word or two with them.
There was that sound again! Her entire body stopped now. She could hear footsteps, there was definitely someone around, being as quiet as possible. There was someone close to her. She followed the sound until finally someone came into view. The shock of the sight a few meters in front of her made her joints lock up and her head spin. The light coloured coat, the scars and his hair. Everything she recognised yet her mind still did not allow her to believe what she saw. As timid as a llamb, and as quiet as a mouse Hana crept towards her brother. She paused just behind him, wide eyed and still in shock. Her voice was as quiet as a whisper. She had seen this vision, this lie before. "Alleo?" She wanted to touch him, to make sure that he was real this time. He was so close, so real. He did not run away from her like he did in her nightmares. His smell was the same, his body, his looks and as far as she could tell his attitude towards the cold. "Alleo." This time it was not a question. She had finally accepted that he was really here. Tears welled up in her eyes and before she could stop them they were spilling down her cheeks.
"You've finally found me." Her voice was strong and clear now. "You've found us." Sobs racked her chest and she moved closer, and stood directly beside him. Still not quite brave enough to touch him. "Welcome home Alleo, welcome home."
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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
Brit |
"I am Ktulu the Constrictor, leader of the warriors of the Grey."
Exhale.
Fog forms around an ebony muzzle, little hairs spun into silver as moisture collected from the heat of her breath. It is no simple breath that escapes her at that thought, however. It is a deep, soul-wrenching sigh, filled with sorrow and bitterness. Albino snowflakes cascade before her vibrant violet irises like a curtain, thick enough to coat her locks in silver and pewter, unable to hide the darkness of her canvas completely. It clumped in her forelock and caused her to blink rather furiously whenever the rare, yet violent, gusts of wind would appear to whip the heavy blankets below into hurricanes of frozen flakes. Icicles hung from branches overhead, those of thinner existence high in the tops of the grandfatherly trees snapping and cracking together quietly, hissing and whining, creaking and groaning whenever the wind pressed them past their limits. Long, thin legs were covered in snow to her knees, shivers wracking her body whenever willpower could not suppress the physical need. She did not need warmth, she was not deserving of it. This weather should be her domain, if she lived by the echoes of her frozen, tiny heart. A demon did not feel pain of any sort; physical, mental, or emotional. The weather should not be of any significance to her if she was truly cold to the core. Wasn't that what all those hissing whispers behind her back had been?
If they saw her now, would they scream in fright at the real demoness they had summoned through their cruelty?
Features, once so beautiful and feminine in the tentative hope she'd let blossom when around Ktulu and Arah, had frozen themselves far more thoroughly than ever before. A demoness did not show emotion, for they were incapable. They did not eat, for they were cursed to never take pleasure in the littlest of things. Someone had broken her stained glass window, and Lakota had been shattered into a thousand pieces of colorful glass that refused to give out any hints of the place they belonged. Instead of trying to scoop the pieces up once more to glue them together as she always had, the mistress of coal and raven feathers had simply stared down at her hooves where they lay. They were far too small to be picked up once more, and surely she would only shred herself to pieces on the sharp edges. Maybe then the crimson of what lay in her veins could stain the alabaster surface trying stubbornly to crawl up her body and bury her, turning it into a true mixture of the shades present in those born albino. Would it look beautiful, even if it had come from a being as wicked and tainted as her?
In the flurry of brightness her siblings are hidden from her for the long miles her wandering feet take her, Aodaun silent in his element, eyeing her with concern. She is like a blind babe, led by the palm by a worried sibling; dazed, untouchable, removed from all around her. Almost as if she were drugged. It kept her from feeling the pain that lurked beneath the new ice she'd constructed over her insides, crystallizing herself to keep it at bay. Was it a coping mechanism? Quite possibly. Instead of suffering, she slowly killed herself off inside, keeping what was important in stasis as if enclosed in glass, ready to be brought back out when all the emotions had been kept alone long enough for them to shrivel and die where they couldn't hurt her in their rawness.
It is he who senses them first, growing form stiffening and legs extending into a long, gaited stalk that is completely silent through aid of thickly furred paws that leave large prints in the ice-caked top of the snow. Words, her world's language, have yet to be implanted in his mind. Even so he nudges her with the emotions he feels; concern, wariness, suspicion, and curiosity. In her own form of slow-motion she turns, a ghost in a hollow shell. Stirring like a machine slowly coming to life, jerky and uncoordinated, she follows the prince of winter. Two pairs of plum and amethyst eyes glowed in the washed-out scenery, the only other color being the subtle ashen and sapphire accents where the snow could not hide Lakota's sinful painting. Slowly she has gone from being so emotionally sick that it was nearly physical, and therefore unable to muster the interest to eat, to completely forgetting she required sustenance to live. What was death to her anyway? After all, she had stood upon Death's threshold and screamed for him to come and face her, to take her and reap her tattered, acidic soul. The devil had stepped upon the gateway to hell and been denied, even as she hollered and demanded for the ruler of the anti-paradise to face her, bring her the infinite suffering she deserved so long as it meant leaving the mortal plane.
Darkness was seizing the horizon, enveloping her in navy and coal. Frostfall's thick clouds could not keep the platinum droplets of light from view, but the thick fall of snow- slow and soundless until the wind picked up, which she found beautiful- did little to improve the two's vision. How could it fall in sheets like this, and yet still be so eerily silent? Poisoner drifts just as quietly over the snow, though her legs sink regardless. It feels as if she's floating, and the silence with which she walks is not a new development. For so long she had been frail and tiny, not reaching her current height gained from her granddam until she was well towards becoming an adult. Back then, Alleo had been the stone wall that shielded her from anything and everything; anyone and everyone. So long ago, she had needed to be as silent as death itself in order to evade a beating or some other grueling task. It had kept her steps light as a feather, hardly a whisper. Many had confessed that they wished to have such a gift, but Lakota would trade them in an instant. Gift or not, it had been created and won through events she would not wish upon her worst enemy.
Often she found herself snorting derisively at herself, knowing just how many others with tortured or simply difficult pasts used dramatics to show all others just how damaged they were. Kota despised such behavior. Perhaps she succumbed to her mind at times, but it was only to retreat behind walls of titanium and ice, never into an emotional wreck. Like hell she'd ever reveal what had happened to her without a fight either. Lakota did not look for pity, sympathy, support, or understanding. Unless they'd been at her side like her beloved older brother, they would never convince her. Instead, she strove towards strength. Never again would she be perceived as weak. No. Lakota would be respected, even feared if that was her only other option.
Curtain of pale frost was slowly drawn back, Ao leading her onward, and two figures became blurry shapes in her vision. They are just as hard to view as the snowdrifts around her, canvases blending perfectly into the alabaster and pewter shades the world seemed to have defaulted to. One of them, as they approach, is immediately recognizable as her younger sister. Her coat is just a little darker than the stranger she is beside, who is like a ghost that flickers in and out of view, barely seen. In the barren wasteland she has created, her heart has only spared love and concern for her family, and it wells up inside like a tidal wave. What is Hana doing out here? Who is she talking to? And why was she shaking as if crying? The notion that Hana is that upset flips a switch, transforming Lakota from a dazed follower into an aggressive pursuer. Birdlike limbs began stretching high out and over the snow, running towards the two figures, fury rising inside at the unknown stranger who dared to make her sister cry. Was she hurt? The anger only swelled larger, burned brighter until it felt as if her entire being was on fire from the inside, no longer feeling the cold. She will murder the faceless brute if he hurt her baby sister; will spill his blood across the snow as a warning to every living being that her precious baby sister would never be harmed while she lived.
Almost soaring over the snow, she angles right and sweeps in to come in at the stranger face to face, visage wrinkled into a snarl befitting a rabid wolf. And in that moment, as she's just a few strides from taking him down with her to the snow, she sees his face.
Alleo.
There is no mistaking him, his face was the first she ever saw when she was born, the only one she looked to her entire life. Time slowed for her, face flashing from enraged and protective to shocked and disbelieving. As her black hooves touched down on earth once more from springing towards him, she stopped herself as abruptly as her body allowed, a spray of snow nearly to her shoulders surrounding her as she froze in place- a deer startled into total stillness. Like a feline backed into a corner she is low to the earth, knees bent from her sudden shove against motion she'd created, not straightening. A wounded animal, wary and frightened. From her lowered crown she gazes up at him, eyes wider than the moon when she was heavy with fullness in the sky. Soft, pale jade eyes meet her, a color she could never forget. Scar over the bridge of his nose, pink muzzle and darker crown, pale smudged body that let him disappear in the element he despised the most.
Alleo.
It has been so long, what seems like an eternity, without her partner and companion; her guiding light and calming darkness. He had held her throughout the nights while she cried innocent tears into his pale coat, and protected her throughout the day from the monsters that should have belonged only in her nightmares. Alleo was her everything, and he could never do wrong in her eyes. He had seen deep into her soul the moment she had been born, his sweet-grass irises the first sight imprinted into her newborn mind. A connection had been welded between them, unbreakable, since that moment. Even when her flaws and weaknesses began to show so vilely upon her coat and within her nature, her precious silver lion had only ever loved her. When all others had turned their backs, renounced her, cursed her and degraded her with words as sharp as a thousand tiny swords...he had loved her. That love had been written, carved, in every portion of her soul. She carried it with her every step into the spiral she'd dipped into, a lifeline. Hana had been at her side since the herd meeting, but Lakota still felt she had to be strong for her, lead her and be a good role model. With Hana she had to be strong, even in her emotional welcoming when she had found her sister in the Threshold. With Alleo, she didn't have to be strong. They held each other up, were strong when the other needed to be weak. With Alleo, she could be weak.
Alleo.
Aodaun gave a soft whine, confused, and it broke the spell his dark mistress had been under. Crouched bodice straightened slowly, cranium rising at the same pace as if moving too quickly would make him disappear as if he was a mirage, an oasis that would flicker out of existence the moment she pressed forth towards him. Finally, her disbelieving features crumpled pathetically into an array of emotions she wouldn't trust any other to view so plainly: relief, love, and pain; sorrow, weakness, and vulnerability; desperation, defeat, and concern. Dark lips trembled, and gave life to the name that had been whispered with such desperate love inside her head over and over.
"A-Alleo..."
Lyrics break with such pathetic weakness and she doesn't give two shits about it. And like a tidal wave has broken over her, she succumbs. Tears flood her eyes, knees shake like a newborn foal, and tiny sobs wrack her thin birdlike chest. Stumbling forward ungracefully she reaches desperately for her brother, needing to be tucked beneath his neck and held against his chest. Needed to be protected. All the while she's pressing as close to him as she can, inhaling his scent like it's a drug, words falling from her mouth with abandon. "Leo, Leo, oh L-Leo it's yo-you it's really you," she sobbed, silver tears streaming down her snowflake-covered features. "I mi-missed you so much, Leo don't go again, please, please, stay, I need you Leo please, I'm sorry, please," and she's begging, pleading for him to stay, even though she was the one who had to go and not him. Sightless from the blurry world her tears create, the typically aggressive poisoner blindly reached for her big brother like a foal searching for their mother's side.
Soft sounds of crying were all that accompanied her, needing him to be pressed to her, to feel him and see him- to know he was really, truly there. That she didn't have to do this anymore; be strong. He could carry the weight for her until she had recovered, and soon the world would lay upon their shoulders equally as it always had, and she would be healed enough to do the same for him. She ached for him to shield her as he had so long ago when she was but a babe, fierce emerald eyes keeping everyone else at bay. He had stood above her, around her, sheltered her beneath his belly like a mother.
She just wanted to feel safe again.
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WE ONLY EXIST IN TERMS OF THIS CONFLICT
In the zone where black and white clash
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Resurgere | Wroth
| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 12 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| ali |
Alleo
and I know its hard when you’re falling down
and its a long way up when you hit the ground
He was cursed, that was all there was to it. Whatever deity ruled over snow and ice in this land must be scoffing him. The snow, which had been light only moments before, now fell in heavy blankets over him and covered the darker half of his coat quickly save for a few select places. His ears, now heavily covered with snow, fell to the sides and his eyes narrowed into a glare at the powdery white substance. "Melt." He whispered through gritted teeth. "Melt, melt, melt."
"Alleo?"
There was a subtle transition that came over the stallion. He went from glaring at the snow and wishing it to melt to letting his senses all go back on high alert, cursing himself silently for allowing the snow to distract him enough for someone to sneak up on him. Someone that knew his name, though? The stallion's snow crusted ears lifted and he strained over the deafening silence to hear the sounds of any others that might be lurking in the forest.
"Alleo."
He cleared his throat and rotated one of his ears back to face the one standing behind him. The sneak. "Yes." He answered, his voice soft yet clear and concise. "Now that we've established that..." His voice trailed off as the wind shifted and her scent seemed to wrap itself around his muzzle. His heart thumped and he turned his head to look as his youngest sister came to stand beside him. The sobs pulled at his heartstrings and made him drape his strong neck over his littlest sister and pull her close and snug against his muscled chest. "There, there." He hummed quietly, gently squeezing her. He had longed for this moment for months. Had agonized over finding his two lost sisters and now he'd found one of them, but where was Lakota? Where was his baby sister that he'd raised from a newborn until she could stand on her own four hooves and defend herself? He had one half of his heart standing there with him, where was the other half?
"Lakota?" He asked as he brushed his muzzle over Hana's side. "She's here, too?"
Alleo snapped to attention rather quickly when he heard the increasing tempo of crunching snow. Quickly, he let go of Hana and pushed her behind his bulk, stepping up to take on the dark figure that was now racing toward him.
But she stopped.
His eyes closed and he leaned back slightly as snow showered him from the dark one's sudden stop. He shook out his mane then opened his eyes and found himself staring into a face that he knew only too well. He was reminded of the day she was born and the way that she'd looked up at him with those violet eyes so innocent and trusting. He had promised himself then and there that she would remain pure and innocent under his watch only to fail time and again.
When she spoke a slow smile curled the corners of Alleo's mouth. "Lakota." He said after clearing his throat. He welcomed her into his embrace as she stumbled toward him, her face hiding against him as she cried. "Shh." He said as he hugged her close the same way he had Hana. Tears gathered in his eyes and he tried to blink them away, but they still fell onto his baby sister's dark coat where they would freeze, no doubt. "I'm here, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." He wasn't the one who had left in the first place, but that was splitting hairs. "I'll be here with you until you don't need me anymore, my heart." He whispered.
The stallion lifted his head long enough to motion Hana close so he could hug both of his sisters and hold them tightly against himself. The two halves of his heart finally together with him to complete him and make him whole once more. "I love you both." He murmured to them. "So much."
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Hana
I don't preach or scream ain't trying to teach the scene,
The only guidelines are those you need to read between.
At first he did not meet her eyes, he did not know that it was her. The warrior mask was in place, ready to meet the challenger. Not that Hana was challenging. Quietly and carefully she stood behind and watched, not moving, not wanting to spook him. Then something changed, the wind blew Hana's scent in his general direction, he turned his head to look as his youngest sister, she walked up to him sealing the distance. She came to a complete stop beside him. She could not help the tears that leaked from her eyes and when he draped his strong neck over her little body and pulled her close and snug against his muscled chest, she cried even harder. "There, there." He hummed quietly, gently squeezing her. She was under his care again, everything in her world was slowly but surely becoming right again. She no longer had to carry Lakota by herself, she no longer had to fight away her sisters demons as well as her own. Alleo was here. She knew that they both had longed for this moment for months. Hana herself had visions of him in the forest and still had a chilling nightmare about finding her brother but never actually being able to touch him. Never did he embrace her in the dream, he only ran from her lost and confused. She screamed his name, and often woke herself up with sobs.
This reunion was so much sweeter than what she would have ever imagined.
He brushed his muzzle over Hana's side, and asked about their sister. "Yes, she's here Alleo." Hana blinked away her tears and nestled further into her brother's embrace. "She needs our help though, her darkness...it seeps further and further into her every day. We need to find the sun for her again."Her voice wavered and was not strong. It was weak and pathetic. She sniffled and tried to calm herself and her voice. " I didn't know how to help help her, but with you here...she's going to be okay." So much faith could be heard in those words. Faith because Alleo truly was her sun...more than that. Alleo was her world.
Then their moment was ruined. Footsteps, fast approaching ones at that where approaching them and quickly. When he let go of her and pushed her behind his bulk, Hana closed her eyes to stop the tears from leaking out again. This was how it was meant to be. Him and Lakota protecting her, defending her from the world. It didn't matter that a possible danger was on it's way to them. She opened her bright eyes to the world again. A dark figure stopped in front of them, she might have recognised their sister a second earlier than her brother.
Lakota had stopped, Hana smiled at her elder sister.
Both Hana and Alleo got covered in snow, the both shook out their manes. A giggle tumbled from Hana's lips. Oh what she would give to be able to capture both of their faces right now. Now this was how it was meant to be. The three of them against the world. The three amigos. Hana didn't interrupt her older siblings moment. Wanting everybody to be happy, she watched with a huge smile on her face. They where both so beautiful together and yet such a contrast between them. She didn't just mean their coats either. However they where bonded, and Hana in a way felt a little like the outsider, never quite having the same bond with her siblings as what Lakota and Alleo had. She wanted it though, she wanted to share that level of understanding with both of her siblings.
Hana heard the smile in his voice and her thoughts once again came back to the present. He welcomed her into his embrace as she stumbled toward him, her face hiding against him as she cried. Oh yes, Kota was crying! Hana sighed happily knowing that Lakota had also once again found her sun. He said as he hugged her close the same way he had Hana. Still she watched from behind her protector and was silent, just enjoying the moment. Everything about it was beautiful. Their emotions, her own feelings! A frozen sigh left her lips, the cold creeping into her bones. She stamped her feet to try and shake off the cold. The stallion lifted his head long enough to motion Hana close so he could hug both of his sisters and hold them tightly against himself. She was quick to obey flinging herself into the embrace. "I have never been so happy in all my life" She sniffed again and nestled herself underneath her sister.
"We are a family again, and nothing will ever break us apart again." It was a childish statement but at the moment the youngest sister didn't care. She was sucked into the happy moment, enjoying her siblings, warmth and embrace. They where home, they where safe and they where never ever going to be apart again. This time Hana would make sure that they stuck together. This time Hana would be the glue that held her family together. "This is home, right here." Another happy but frozen sigh left her chops.
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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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Talk, talk, talk. That's what they must have been doing, if their expressions are correctly judged. Lakota does not doubt it, for she has read them since birth- hers and Hana's respectively. She couldn't care less what they were talking about, minding even less even if she'd known they had been speaking about her. All she can see is green, green, green. Forests, flowers, emeralds...moss, plants, vines...warm summer days and brisk spring nights spent by his side with those green, green, green eyes staring so lovingly at her. One look into those handsome jade-spun irises and she is back to a home that never belonged to an earthly place- for it resided upon his canvas, inside his heart and etched into the warmth of his form. Any words Hana could have said or Alleo could have replied with, they're muted and lost to her like the irritating buzz of flies. There was only him, and her, and the silent fall of snow. Aodaun and Hana faded. Everything, all her worries, those too sank into the calm grassy shade of his eyes, swallowed up by his love and familiarity until she was a newborn once more, looking up at him with her heart caught in her chest and her eyes as big as a doe's.
In the moment she stuttered out his name, a slow smile curled his pale lips, his scar just barely moving as it always did. From his came her name in return. Lakota's insides quivered, as did her lips, and she completely crumbled to pieces within three syllables. Diamonds were set to flow from her shocking violet eyes as she sobbed into his muscled chest, her own tiny frame shaking in a positively violent way as she heaved and hiccuped and howled like a child into his coat. She'd missed him more than she'd missed anyone else in her life, except perhaps Ithrim and their grandmother. Alleo was her everything, and she swore as she pressed her cheek to his pale canvas that she would never let anything take him away from her again. He clasped her tight to his body, and his warm tears splashed softly down upon her neck and mane, and she felt them and only cried harder. It was likely impossible to understand her should she speak, but she managed to muffle the horrible loudness of it all by cowering in his shoulder as Hana came to join the sibling tearfest.
Only when Hana's canvas brushed against hers did Lakota turn her head from Alleo's shoulder, though she curved her little body around his chest the other way to make up for it, her spine aligned with his chest as she pulled Hana closer. Such touching words spilled from her little sister's lips, and yet Lakota could only manage a choked whimper of agreement. Dear Gods, she was a mess! But Leo was an intoxicating, freeing presence and she couldn't control her own tidal wave of emotions that had been locked up inside her heart since the day she'd left them. Seasons and seasons of agony all coming out at once.
Satisfied that Hana was pulled sufficiently closer, Lakota turned her head right back to Alleo to soak in his words like a sponge, one that hadn't had a drop of water in years. Slowly her tears faded, but she sniffled pathetically and shed a few pearls here and there into his pale mane. Whispering how much she loved the both of them in a broken, heartfelt tone over and over. When she'd calmed her quivering heart and vocals, she slipped like liquid from their hold and shook herself slightly. Taking in a deep breath, she turned sore, teary eyes to Alleo and gave a smile to both her siblings. "I know you hate the snow, Leo. L-Let's...let's go." She turned then to Hana, Ao finally venturing to her side once more, and smiled knowingly at her baby sister even as her tear-stained face dampened a little further with a few more tears, shedding at the words that rested between her teeth. "L-Let's go home, as a family."
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WE ONLY EXIST IN TERMS OF THIS CONFLICT
In the zone where black and white clash
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Resurgere | Wroth
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