| Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
A curious loon sounded in the distance as the mare heaved herself from the shadows. It was not uncommon for her to travel by nightfall, but this particular twilight was filled with purpose and urgency. An object of affection was sought and if she did not fulfill the powerful need to see him, feel him, or simply be near him- she feared she might self-implode. The power of her hunger grew rampant through her chest, through her heart, a heart that now beat in his name. Murdock had seen nothing before this night for it had been many weeks since their last encounter and now the mare could restrain no longer- the need had not only overwhelmed her dreams but her wakefulness as well. This was the beginning of a pain unknown to her, but it was an addiction that she knew could be satisfied with one touch, one look, the utterance of her name from between soft lips.
The Steppe had become her home in his absence and on an odd night she would venture to its borders hoping to catch a glimpse of the ominous glow that would allow her to see him, Murdock. But it was only the faint glow from her own mane, now decorated with his primitive declaration of their attachment that caught her attention. The two feathers were enough to get her through most of the desire she felt while restlessly pacing the Basin, but now that she had endured many days and many nights without his eminent adoration for her, for life… she could wait no longer.
The cold of Frostfall was not as numbing as one would assume, especially when it came to an animal native to the Basin and its harsh climate. But the cold that now swelled in her breast was enough to make her shiver from within. The snow was hard and compact beneath her agile footfall, but it did little to absorb the tension built within her legs, shoulders, and back. She could not remember a time when she had felt so consumed by anything other than her own powerful greed, but then again, she had never felt love. In fact, she abhorred it. Her mother had taken Chernobyl’s sense of caring down to the watery grave in which she now rotted, but somehow Murdock had been able to restore that part of the maiden, thusly making her whole once more.
Above her, the sky was clear and consequently very quiet. It did not sing down upon her with its typical wintry tears and for that she was thankful. She wasn’t sure how much more she could handle, what with the evident cold building in her heart. She had been lost to everyone other than herself for some time now, only leaving the small cavern she called home on occasion to eat, drink, and stretch her legs. It was a mundane existence on the whole, but it allowed her the solace required to move forward… or rather, stand still. Everything around her was changing, such as the alliances being made with the Foothills, but of course this was all lost to Chernobyl for she had no idea of their pending connections- perhaps she would feel empty to find that her mercenary had yet to inform of the change.
When her legs could carry her no more for fear that she would miss him somewhere along the way, she paused. There in the middle of the plains she looked to be a ghostly figure with two luminescent feathers hanging proud from behind swiveled ears. Her eyes were wide with mirth, with hope, and most of all disappointment. Had she been avoiding this in fear that his feelings had changed or had she simply just lost touch with all that they had come to share… No matter the reason behind the length of time spent apart, she was here now… waiting. When she decided that this would be the place, the spot in which she would see him again, she closed her eyes to imagine what he looked like now. Had he been scarred from battle or simply just as beautiful as she had last come to see him as? No matter his appearance, she would embrace him with all the wonderful lust and love that she could possess for this was something that she would not give up. This was something she could not forget.
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crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Many long days and nights had been spent alone in this cave he called home. Tucked back into its shadows, he had hidden away from the winds and the blowing snow that swept in from the mountainside. Overcast afternoons and sunny mornings had been spent wandering the borders, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of intruders who might be so bold as to cross onto their lands. So far, his searches had been met with no excitement despite the threats that hung in the air, and despite the lack of action he found himself increasingly grateful for the slowing of pace.
Though winter was upon them, he felt as though the snow was sapping energy from him when usually it only served to replenish his liveliness. All the focus was making his head hurt when usually his duties only tested his physical strengths, as opposed to mental aptitude. He wasn’t stupid by any means, but suddenly having to keep track of comings and goings when usually he was used to simply enjoying the scenery put a whole new type of stress on him. He enjoyed all the work he was receiving, but the exhaustion and lack of sleep was suddenly catching up on him along with the cold.
Deep in the back of his cave, he lay curled up on the downy insulation of his wings, looking out at the falling snow as it fell like a curtain alongside the cliff. Each night he would return to the gaping mouth in the mountainside to rest, as it was the only place he felt safe and only accessible to those with wings. Tonight, however, it lacked its usual comfort and security, and instead felt empty and void of its warmth. The silence that surrounded him was deafening, when usually the wind softly hummed him to sleep as it curled into the sharp corners of stone.
He had tried to sleep, but his efforts were met only with restlessness and unease. Each night he thought of her, many miles north in the icy grasp of the Basin where she was sheltered from him. How long would it take him to reach her? Maybe an hour, if the winds were in his favor. He cursed the aches and stiffness in his joints, but he just could not shake the feeling of emptiness that had buried itself in the whole of his heart. A soft groan escaped his chest as he slumped to the side, his chin pressing into the icy stone floor of the cave, bright green eyes searching the darkness beyond the walls of his home. If only he was not tied to his duties to the Grey as he was, he might have more time to spare.
However, he could not bring himself to close his eyes once more or brush off the feeling of loneliness that had settled in his chest. Despite his exhaustion, he would not simply lie there when he could feel her pulling him north. Perhaps it was only weariness that had led him to such delusions, but he was determined to see her once more. It had been weeks since their last encounter, and he was willing to sacrifice a few precious hours of rest if she would be there. Even if flying to the Basin meant meeting only ice and snow, at least the cold would numb his aching heart.
Finally lifting himself from the hard floor, he wandered out to the cave’s ledge. The wind was gentle as it tossed his curled mane across his neck, and the sky was clear and dark as the snow slowed and the clouds receded. Casting a final, lingering glance toward the snowy fields and white-capped peaks of his home, he dropped from the stone face of the cliff and spread his wings. Icy air hissed through his ears as he rose above the dark treetops, his internal compass guiding him north toward the Steppe, where he hoped she would be waiting for him.
The air was calm as he made his way over land and toward the dark body of the sea, frost clinging to his feathers as he rose higher into the sky. His markings glowed brightly like beacons in the darkness, pale teals and greens springing to life upon his charcoal hide like faded stars. Though the journey from the edge of the Foothills to the Steppe was a long one, it hardly felt like minutes of flight time before the ghostly shapes of mountains appeared on the horizon. He began his descent early, slowing his airspeed to bring him down lightly onto the shore.
He didn’t know where to start looking for her, or whether or not he should call out. The snow was soft and pillowy beneath his feet as though he was walking on clouds, but he could see no signs of life in the surrounding area. Perhaps she would be tucked safely away in the Basin for the night, but regardless of her whereabouts, he would continue searching until the first light of day hit the horizon. Through the fog of his exhaustion, he set his course west toward the mountains that lined her homeland, choosing his steps carefully over ridges of ice and wind-blown stones.
A distant light caught his eye as he moved quickly through the snow, and he turned his head toward its source. Already excitement sparked in his nerves, but the pale light was suddenly hidden by shadow and blowing snow. “Chernobyl?” He called out softly, though his voice was carried away by the wind. It could have been a trick of the light, simply a reflection off the ice, but he could not turn away. He twisted in his tracks and set off into the darkness once more, turning his head blindly this way and that, his eyes squinting against the snow for another glimpse of something.
Finally, he saw her. He had approached her from behind, and her head was hung low as the wind tangled her mane. Hanging from her hair were two pale feathers, the tips glowing a ghostly green that matched the feathers of his wings. Stepping forward with renewed vigor, he reached out to brush his muzzle against her shoulder as he approached. “Awfully late night to be out alone. Might you want some company?” He whispered softly into the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent as though it would give him life. His energy felt renewed in her presence, as if every ache in his body was washed away by her light.
"talk talk talk"
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
06-25-2013, 04:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2013, 04:09 PM by Chernobyl.)
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
The chill had grown unsettling as the everlasting night moved in to freeze not only her heart but her bones as well. It had been only a short time since she’d arrived in the Steppe, but to her it felt like an eternity. The starless night above was nothing short of hopeless which in turn made her feel just as empty deep down in the pit of her soul. She had come to Helovia seeking power and strife, but she had encountered neither. Instead she had only found the burdensome emotion of love; an emotion that her Mother had always warned her would never make her feel whole. But somehow it had… Somehow it had weeded its way into her heart like the roots of a tall oak, stemming itself there until she was left with nowhere else to turn. So, with nothing left to do but to face it, she was left feeling heady and lost in its endless womb of despair.
The mare began to shake as the cold became the only friend she had on that night and though it was a painful chill that made her joints ache and her teeth chatter, she welcomed it. She feared that it would be the only thing that accompanied her throughout the twilight until the vacant sun finally found its way to the throne. But of course, as all things had a way of disappointing, the vibrant rays of morning were never to come. If only the mare had known that when she first ventured from the Basin to indulge in her forbidden love affair… However, her mind was occupied with soft images of an ebony stallion that glowed emerald and teal in the night. How this cursed darkness would make him shine…
As she looked out over the plains to the Mountains hanging high in the distance, she began to think of her first night there in the Steppe when she had stumbled upon a childish beast speaking nonsense to an innocent weed. She had thought him insane, perhaps delusional, but she had forgiven him for his ignorance and instead found a friend in his boyish charm. The Steppe had been beautiful that day with the snow blanketing the grounds in a glistening sea of white. It had been much warmer then, perhaps in the midst of summer when she had ventured first to the lands outside the Basin. They had been a reprieve from the racism and the cruelty that was her intended family… Did she still consider them as much now? Or was her heart fading away with each day that passed without him by her side.
They had kept her from her destiny; knowingly or now, they had stripped her of happiness. But who could she blame other than herself? She had followed their regiment for too long, abided by heir rules when her heart was clearly content to break them. Even now as she stared out over the icy plains, she could not help but wonder what had kept her in their midst. What had convinced her of their superiority? In hindsight she had been the only one to blame for her own demise and love had been the culprit behind her queer fancies. But she certainly held no complaints- she was taken, stolen away by a stallion with wings much to her family’s chagrin. The humor would be laughable one day, even if it was not this one.
When his voice reached her, she could not contain the smile that softened her callous lips. Her throat had been parched and dry for some time now, but she murmured quietly in return. His touch was intoxicating and she found herself reveling in the drunkenness of his proximity. It felt more a dream than reality to her and when she finally lifted her gaze to his, she was entranced by his beauty once again. Each shifting feather upon his back glowed vibrantly against the dark night as though he were a beacon for lost eyes. Perhaps she was lost and now that he was here, she was found. Whatever the case, it didn’t stop the slightly mocking song that burst from her lips in response to his informal greeting. They were close enough, after all, to assume that introductions were no longer needed in order to satisfy their sense of belonging to one another. “Company would be greatly appreciated kind sir, though as it would appear, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
The ghost of a smile touched her lips as her colorless eyes peered at him through the darkness. Surely she was nothing more than an apparition of the night at this point with no moonlight to reflect her ominous gaze. She was a wraith, a demon of the witching hour and yet Murdock had been the one to change that about her. How he had done so was still yet to be named, but she cared not how he had done it but rather that he had at all. Quietly, she moved closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder, heated flesh upon equally desirable skin. She wasn’t sure what was to come next but as the silence grew thicker and the gusts of wintry wind grew louder, she could contain herself no more. “I want to leave the Basin.” The words were steely and cold like the night and perhaps they sounded strange parting her lips, but she was unwavering.
She had contemplated such nonsense before but had never been quite brave enough to endure whatever scrutiny would follow. Slowly, she closed her black eyes to the world and lifted her muzzle to trace curious circles along Murdock’s neck. Chernobyl had been brave enough to admit her need to be with him, but she wasn’t sure if she’d have the courage enough to do it. It was one thing to defy the DarkEmpress and her followers secretly, but to do it openly made her heart drop into her stomach like a sack of rocks. Suddenly, everything was still around her with nothing but Murdock’s heaving sides to remind her that she was still alive. |
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table by whit
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The dark, lightless night pressed in around him as he stood on the pale canvas of the Steppe, but despite the absence of stars he did not feel so hopeless. It was yet unknown to him that the Gods had left the citizens of Helovia to their own devices, but such matters would have been of little importance to him anyways. Finally, he was with her once more. He was away from the restricting arms of oak trees and the dark walls of steep cliffs. He was free from a night of restless sleep, though the next morning would be all the more difficult.
Nothing mattered to him right now, except her. He could feel warmth radiating from her dark body against his shoulder, he could see her breath misting into the cool air as puffs of steam. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, he felt so alive. Her voice was all he needed to hear to return life to his bones and energy to his blood. The icy wind was numbing but the warmth of her proximity banished any chills from his body. He could’ve stood close to her forever, just feeling her near to him, if such a thing were possible.
Her voice was a welcome change from the silence that had followed his arrival, and he dipped his head to her in response. “Of course,” he smiled, searching out the darkness of her eyes as they reflected the pale glow of his feathers. They were certainly an odd pair, bound by the strongest of emotions and yet separated by the wills of their families. No such barriers were too thick to cross, however, and so he gladly risked his neck if it meant seeing her. As a colt, he had never imagined he could become so attached to anyone or anything, but alas, life had surprised him yet again.
The touch of her warm skin against his made him shiver, but he leaned into her touch. Emerald eyes searched where he guessed the horizon would be, keeping a lookout for any unwelcome company they may receive. He had never realized how much light the moon and stars could give them, but in their absence the darkness became all the more cold and lonesome. He focused on the feel of her body against his as if it were the only thing that kept him grounded, turning his muzzle toward her to feel the coarseness of her mane against his skin.
Once more her voice returned him to reality, but this time his eyes widened with shock. She wanted to leave her family, the Basin, but for what? Would she truly remove herself from their care for his sake? He focused on the dull glint of her irises, his heart hammering out a mix of excitement and concern. Where would she go if she left? On the other hand, perhaps life among the unicorns of the north was not so easy as he imagined. A ghost of a smile met his lips as he watched her move toward his neck, closing his eyes as her muzzle traced careful circles along his skin.
Moments seemed like ages as time passed, his brain struggling to work out what to say to her. He would support her no matter her decision, and though he would love nothing more than for her to come to the Foothills with him, where would she be happiest? “Anything you want, love,” he whispered finally, his frosted wings brushing against her sides with a hushed sigh. She truly was a daughter of the north, ever so at home beneath star-jeweled skies and among snow-capped mountains; but where she went was entirely her choice.
“Where will you go if you leave?” he asked softly, tipping his chin down to meet her gaze. “Heaven is the only place deserving of such an angel”. His smile broadened teasingly, his shoulder pressing into hers to conserve what warmth his body held. Many factions of Helovia would gladly welcome an aspiring scholar and explorer such as herself, but perhaps she was seeking freedom from attachment and obligations; maybe she would become a wanderer like he had been in his first few months in this new land. “On the other hand, I would be more than willing to take you home with me if that is what you wish. The choice is yours”.
"talk talk talk"
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Psilo |
Chernobyl
My heart is aching and I’m down on the bend
My will is weak and I’m falling again
I get back up and try to make things right
If you just stay here tonight
The chill washed over her, welcomed by her eager need for the numbing quality of its wintry grip. Without stars to light the sky, she kept her face down hoping to find entertainment along the swells of ice and snow in the Steppe. It had been some time since she had been able to simply admire something for what it was and now that the sun could not rise in order to illuminate the soft dips and sharp rises of their makeshift paradise, it was all Chernobyl could do to ease the mounting worry that seemed to burden her heart so heavily. Had she thought it a good idea to leave the Basin only because he would not be accepted there or was she really just as saddened by their dead promises as she was their lack of initiative? She had met the DarkEmpress and listened to her quiet whispers obviously meant to convince her of a power that Chernobyl could never grasp- it had been a hoax, a lie, and now it was just another reason that made leaving the Basin altogether taste just as good as it sounded. So sweet.
Her body burned with a new desire, one that seemed foreign in comparison to her previous wants and ambitions. You see, love was not supposed to be in the cards for such a carnal harlot, but of course it had made its way to her breast and turned her blackened heart into one made of crimson red. She had been taken long ago on these grounds by the very thing she had once abhorred- it was even quite comical. Her tale had been spun over a series of meetings shared with a bumbling idiot that upon second glance had become the tempered prince the dark mare needed to balance her shadows with light. However, now that her soul had been painted with genial threads of gold, she could no longer worship the ominous rule of a race thought to be superior in all aspects of life.
But they were not in fact superior, but more so reclusive and stubborn in their ways. They had yet to move an inch when they had promised her miles. The road was ending soon and Chernobyl had no desire to watch the impending carnage ensue. After all, she was more concerned with the luminescent man that had stolen her heart when she wasn’t looking, even if now she had no drive to get it back. It was his and his alone and the dark mare was certain that he intended to keep it just as much as she intended to let it remain.
But as her thoughts had been known to wander, they were once again captivated by the deep baritones of her beloved, Murdock. But of course she knew that he would be accepting of her decisions only because he was supportive in all that she did (even if he truly had no control over her in reality). Her gaze swiveled slowly to her winged companion and as it did, she began to realize just how much he had come to mean to her. She had been damned by her mother and her new family from such a love and yet it had brought them together. She wasn’t sure if it was the will of the Gods or just her sense of self that had destroyed the rules and regulations that burdened her, but she was certain that it would remain unwavering until the very end. How quaint she had become when she had once only desired power and the pain of such authority. Life had softened her despite her intentions to barricade herself away behind the stone walls of her resolve and now that she had been freed, the whole of it all seemed to come crashing down around her.
As Murdock leaned against her neck, she turned, eager to catch his gaze as she once again reinstated her final conclusion- one that would change her life forever. “I am no angel by any means but I do wish to come with you, I wish more than anything to keep you by my side until the Gods have deemed our souls to part.” The sincerity would surely come as a shock to the weary man at her side only because they had both been through so much since their first encounter. She could see the way his lips curled with tension and worry at the mention of his home and the way his eyes seemed to narrow as he peered across the plains. Perhaps he was tired, beaten, and withdrawn, but there was still a trace of the fun-loving creature Chernobyl once knew deep down beneath the new rigid surface of his placid veneer. They would have to work quite hard to maintain the relationship they had come to indulge in because it was now up to her to dress to impress his family- The Foothills. Would they ever think to accept a former Basin recruit into their midst (and a once alleged supremacist at that)?
“I fear that things will get harder before they get any easier though and I must know this- will you remain at my side should our plans fall through the cracks of the future?” Her gaze was hard and her voice even harder, she needed to know that her plans were not in vain. Of course she knew that she could trust Murdock more than anyone before him, but her worries were not to be solved with the passing of the Frostfall winds… This was a matter of believing in someone other than herself and though it seemed difficult at times, she only hoped that it would be worth the pain in the end. |
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table by whit
crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more
pixel is by RELI<3
- Feel free to magic on her, but no murder.
| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
The sky was clear and quiet, the world seeming to have come to peace with itself now that she was at his side. In his loneliness his mind had been allowed to descend into chaos, but now that she was here, all he heard within his head was silence. It was incredibly peaceful, if not somewhat lonely, but he appreciated the change all the same. The darkness had left him frightened and damaged, with nothing to console his fragile heart or soothe his active mind. But she was here now. He could feel her warmth against his shoulder and see the hazy outline of her body in the shadows. And it was like a dream.
Though his liveliness had died out as though he was no longer the child that he had been upon their first meeting, it was not lost forever. His soul was restored in her presence, the pieces put back together so that, for a few hours, he might think clearly once more. He looked into the darkness that surrounded them, so thick he could hardly see a foot in front of his feet, and it excited him. When once it had frightened him, he now found it beautiful. The blackness was a canvas that his mind could paint on; he could pretend they were anywhere, that they were in some lost paradise that couldn’t be seen only because someone had turned the lights out.
He would travel to the ends of the earth to find her a place where she could feel at home. He had promised they would explore together, and so if the home she sought could not be found in Helovia, he would treat it as an opportunity to fulfill his promise, and perhaps find himself once more. It surprised him how deeply he cared for her, when at one time he had felt as though his heart cared for nothing but life and adventure. However, now she had become his life and he had no doubts that she would remain most dear to his heart for the rest of his years.
As his voice broke the lingering silence, she lifted her gaze to meet his. He hoped she could see just how much he cared, as if his face could relay his feelings to her better than any words could. In the depths of her eyes, he imagined he could see her soul. It had been broken at one time, shattered by those who professed to love her and she had desired power to patch the cracks that had been left behind. But he had found her, and in healing her had helped to heal himself. How could he not devote every second of his life to her happiness and safety after what she had given him?
And now, she wanted to come back to the Foothills with him. He had waited for this day, when they could finally be together. Nothing could stand between them now, so long as his family would accept her and she could find a place within their ranks. He would do all he could to make her feel accepted, to make her life so much better than it had been while in the Basin. He would give up his cave in the cliffs that he had grown to love if it meant spending every night on the ground with her. No matter what, he never wanted to leave her side again.
“I will stay by your side for the rest of my days. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. You have my word,” he smiled softly, touching his nose to the warmth of her neck. No matter the storms they had to weather, nothing could drag him away from her now. Months ago, he had lost everything, but she had found him. She was all he had now, and he wasn’t planning on ever letting that go. He wished there was a way to show the sincerity of his words, but all he could offer was promises. He hoped that would be enough for her to trust in.
“We can leave anytime you wish. If there are things you need to do, I can wait for you.” He didn’t know what loose ends she might have to tie up in the Basin before she left, or if she had anything she needed to attend to before leaving with him. Perhaps part of her would be sad to leave the wintry north, but he guessed that more than anything she was eager to leave it all behind. “It’s a long walk south, but I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he leaned into her shoulder softly, closing his eyes so that all he could feel was her presence. No matter what happened now, he knew he would always have her; and that was all he would ever need to know.
"talk talk talk"
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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