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[PRIVATE] Friendships are un-breakable, right?

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The cream painted fae craned her neck towards the soft earth below. Silk-like curls fell down the depth of her hairline. The sweet smell of pine, and dirt were inhaled through her nostrils. She sighed not worrying about anything… or at least trying not to and staying calm. She had no idea where she was although she did recognize the place once she had first walked in. She had once met a kind mare named Phaedra who had happened to be there at the same time. They had talked for a while and Mystique even helped her find some sparkly gem, but just like everything else Phaedra’s kind presence was just another memory. The good thing about Phaedra though was that it was the first time she had ever seen a stranger out of the Throat when she had been there. It taught her that she could be kind to others and almost trust them so that she could talk to them. She ended up having a grand time playing with Stella, her adorable bird companion. Even though she was already a part of a herd, she did wonder where she was now? Was she part of the Throat? Nah, she thought, I would have seen her.

It had been days now since she had been here though and now nothing looked a bit familiar. It wasn’t like she decided to do this, it was forced. She had been kicked out of the Throat, so she kind of had to fend for herself from now on. Not that it was anything different than she had already done in her past. She had lived like this, a nightmare, for basically her whole life, so it wasn’t a big deal. She wasn’t worth having a place to call home she guessed so it really didn’t affect her. It taught her a valuable lesson, not to trust another soul again. No one was trustworthy these days anymore and obviously the herds had their chosen ones and the ones that were not liked and would get kicked out, like her. She flicked her head at the thought sighing, but keeping her lengthy legs moving. She hated living like this, but how on earth was she supposed to do this without living in fear and not wanting to trust anyone. She was only a yearling and had no one for most of her life so she didn’t really have anyone to comfort her or anything. The only person that came extremely close to her was Cera and somewhat Midas. She absolutely honored Midas with all due respect, but Cera, oh how she adored him, was the one who had stolen the trust. He was the one who was there for her when she needed him the most. He was the one who had comforted her and taught her the ways of the Throat and of life. He was a loving and loyal friend when no one else had risen to the part. Cera was her true best friend and she would always have a place in her beating heart for him.

Cera... She thought to herself. Oh how she missed him now! The thing was, even though she craved her Cera to be with her now, she wanted him never to find out, it would be better this way. This way he would never know where she was and he would be able to rise to his position in the Throat. She didn't want him to worry or be any kind of distraction to him. She knew he would be some type of a high rank. It was basically his duty already; he was now old enough to start really being an active member of the Throat. It was his calling and because Midas also was a general, Mystique knew that Cera would be whereever Midas was. Cera was going to be great at whatever he intended to do because he is great, but now she would never be able to see him again and wished nothing but the best for him. If she could tell him one last thing though, she would have told him thank you for everything and how much she actually appreciated him. She also would get this warm feeling inside sometimes when they were together and she would blush at the little things he would say. She never knew what the heck it meant, but she figured it was just how all friends felt, comfortable? Even though she didn’t know what the emotion was, the yearling enjoyed it and being around the caramel, handsome colt.

Mystique was now almost fully grown, now a yearling, and still getting mature. Her jawline was angular and precise. Her coat had a layer of shine to it, like a sheet of silk. Her legs lengthened and her mane and tail were the longest they had ever been, but very delicate. She now looked like a mare and had a very angular, but elegant look to her almost like a rose pedal. She didn’t realize how different she now looked, but she did enjoy her longer legs because now she could run even faster than she could have before. It was almost as though she had wings because she felt as though she was flying through the wind. The thought made her legs ache for the energy. Her pinkish nose twitched with desire and her desire began to haunt her. She shook off the thought and kept on walking trying to find some sort of shelter. She knew she was going to be here for a while.

A single salted tear fell from her orbs. She hated this she really did, but this was her life now and she had to get used to it whether she liked it or not. I’ll miss you, Cera.”. She whispered, trying hard to push the pain and thoughts away.

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Cera the Golden Prince Posts: 419
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit
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Too young, he is one season too young. It enrages him. He is the son of the General! Do they not understand the passion that came to him naturally, raised by someone of such great stature?! Did they not comprehend that he wanted to fight?! He should be there beside his father, protecting their home, not fleeing with the other tiny foals! His blood should be upon that crimson sand, those wounds should be upon his hide, not those of the near-overwhelmed soldiers that had clashed with the invaders upon the frontlines.

Must stay safe, a sweet, worried coo sounded within his thoughts. Legs quaking from running for so long, as fast as he was- hard enough to whip his hair violently upon his neck in sharp stings- his athletic frame drooped sadly, pace slowing. Ilaria nuzzled his collar gently, crooning wordlessly. With her speech abilities they had only grown closer, and though it revealed the stubborn side of her far more clearly, it helped to have her speak directly to him. In his anger, she was worried, and the concern had him deflating. Long pillars slowed to a stop, head hung low, wings drooped. I know...I just...I worry for them… Ilaria purred softly, her long tail brushing his hide lovingly. He turned and offered her his muzzle, eyes shut in sorrow and despair. He should have been there! His heart ached, praying that Midas, Gaucho, Onni, and Shadow were safe. Sohalia and Valentine as well. You love, but they love too. Need you safe. Cera sighed as she wrapped her little arms around his muzzle, nuzzling and hugging him awkwardly. She knew she was right even when he said nothing in return, and the smug but loving feeling that pressed into his made him roll his eyes and push his velvet nose against her soft furry belly. Both of them inwardly laughing, Cera’s mood fizzling out, Ilaria readjusted herself over his spine and clung tight. Up! Up! Up! Laughing aloud at the fact that Ilaria now loved flying instead of despising it, Cera lunged forward and raced forward into the darkness, massive wings snapping out and catching the wind as he jerked up into the air, pale hooves leaving the earth.

Anger and injustice still simmered at his core, but flying always eased his temper. Eased anything malevolent in his soul, really. He had no clue where he was going, didn’t really care, just put the moon to his side and let the air guide him where it wished. Ilaria kept yapping at him until he finally indulged her with a few aerial games, not that he minded, but he laughed and rolled his bright emeralds at her pushy nature.

Then, for a few long hours where his wings slowly became tired, they merely drifted high on the cusp of the atmosphere, together. Breathing in soft, quiet breaths, plucking the string that twined around their hearts and kept them connected. They were one, a single soul housed within two vessels, returned to one another at last through luck and fate.

Below, the moon shines softly off a coat of pearl. Emeralds do not catch it, pale snowy lashes settled quietly against his cheekbones as he let Ilaria guide him alongside the powerful director of the wind. Her amber orbs fall upon the shuffling form, curiosity sparking up their connection. Cera twisted one ear, confused, and let his eyes peek open. What is it, Illy? Quietly he sent her the thought, the silence of the night nearly stifling now that she had alerted him. The wind is quiet, the hush of his wings and the soft whisp of his breath the only melody he can sing to. Little one. Alone. Cera’s brow knit, worry playing across his handsome features. Glancing down at her prodding, he circled widely and contemplated the possibility of this being a ridiculous venture. But, despite all the muscle he’d worked up in his wings, he could only go three hours comfortably if he went with the wind, and he had to land and rest them soon regardless.

Elegantly he folded his paling wings, letting the point of them dip down towards the earth as they curled inward to brush his sides lovingly. Ivory forelegs curled to his chest, and he let the earth take him, drawing him down in a straight-shot towards the pale maiden stumbling through the undergrowth as if lacking a definitive path. Slowly he began to release the hold on his wings, and his drop was significantly slower and more controlled as he finally opened them fully and touched down with the lightest of sounds. He wasn’t far from the other youth, having landed from behind her, so he jogged forward and arched his neck to try and peer at her as he approached, lips parting to call out to her. M’lady, are you lost or injured? His voice had deepened considerably, but still held the light, honey melody that gave him his boyish flavor he would never outgrow. After all, he was only one turn of season away from being looked upon as a full adult, and his body had been preparing him for it long ago when he’d shot up far above his father. Of course Cera wasn’t very aware of his own growth seeing as it was his own body, but he’d always had a rather large wingspan to begin with.

As he came up on the unicorn’s right side, he caught a glimpse of her face, and balked. The sudden stop displaced Ilaria, whom he caught with a quick jerk of his wing and shoulder. She chittered angrily, quieting only when she tuned into his frazzled, mixed emotions. M-Mystique? He asked softly, darkly. A ghost from his past, appearing for the second time after disappearing for the same amount of times. His attractive features hardened, wings half-opened as if preparing for a direct lift from the ground at any moment. He would not let her tear his heart asunder a third time, should she try he would not linger long enough for the wound to even be caressed. Ilaria growled softly, continuously, as she registered just who it was they had discovered in the half-light. Her opinions and judgements were much harsher than her princely bonded’s, and she was not at all fond of Mystique. The light glanced off the gruesome scar upon his chest, one he had never been able to explain to her so long ago when he’d found her on the shoreline. Now, he did not know if he wanted to stay long enough to get the chance to.

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How long will you play this game? Will you fight or will you walk away?
I am Ceraaaa
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Mystique’s moon kissed lashes blinked subtly. Tears were almost beginning to form their trails down her velvet cheek. Pressing herself forward, she walked gracefully around the no-man’s land with the illuminating moonlight following her shadow. There was absolutely nothing interesting about this place. Nothing. Mystique never hated anything so much in her life. She missed the Throat a lot and she didn’t want to live here, but what choice did she have? The Throat wouldn’t want her back now if she already was informed to leave. Maybe she could go to the Foothills? She heard of their herd and was debating to go there in search for a home. The thing was if she did go there, would she still see be able to see Cera? Would the Foothills accept her? It was just a thought it though. It wasn’t like she was just going to seek the foothills for refuge now. It was only if she could find the courage to actually go there and ask. Right now she didn’t trust anyone and it was going to be too hard to talk to others as well. If they knew that she was an outcast how would she be treated? Even worse, what if the Basin found her? They would surely try and recruit her taking her in their malicious ways. Mystique felt a tingle of chills race down her spine as she continued walking. Ears suddenly perked forwards at a honey coated tone.

M’lady, are you lost or injured?

Great. She thought. Why now? Twisting her head around in annoyance she searched with her narrowed eye to see if a figure lurked in the shadows. She was trying to make out the outline, but the body seemed too large for anyone that she had met before. She started to get worried and debated whether she should run or not. The voice was unrecognizable and so was the look of the body. Fear took the place of the chills and her heart started to race. She was like a deer in headlights, helpless and stupid. Suddenly, the figure’s large wings expanded and gently the figure glided towards her. She couldn’t move her legs anymore. Her ears didn’t even get pinned to her skull she just was frozen like a cube of ice.

As the figure neared itself, it came to her right. She flinched slightly to the left in discomfort. As her body slowly went towards the left, the breeze picked up and the Throat sent lingered in her nostrils. Her eyes grew wide and she wondered who this was. Patientlly she turned her cranium towards the towering figure once again. She examined it with her frightened eye. She was still ready to flee at any moment. This could very well be someone who she didn’t know.

M-Mystique?

The words came all too quickly. Before Mystique actually knew who it was, flashbacks started to replay in her head. The memories in which she shared with Cera from the first time they met until the last. Each memory brought her feelings back, comfort, and home. She didn’t know what to do when she finally recognized the now stallion, Cera. His handsome face which was outlined in the moonlight, was now a man. She could still see his boyish features, but he looked completely different. It was probably every time she saw him, he looked differently. She didn’t know what to do, or say. She wanted to press herself against him and tell him everything, but she thought that from the last time they had met, he might think differently. She just stared at him in awe, feeling her cheeks go pink. That’s when the tears started to trail down her cheeks. Mystique quietly stepped closer to his left side. Bringing her cranium up, she searched for his gaze. Cer-a? Y-yes… its me.” She spoke quietly. She could feel the tension begin because of his body language. He looked like he was about to take off. Mystique wanted to tell him, but she would never make him stay. “Wait.” She said. The fae needed to tell him what was going on. He had to know the faces who told her to leave. She just needed…him. “I… I don’t know how to tell you this, but something terrible has happened.” Her gaze was concerned, but terrified. “I’m not going to make you stay or tell you to, but if you care to listen then I will tell you. I don’t want to force the words down your throat…” she had to look away. Mystique wanted him to stay, but she knew that there was a very good chance that he would flee. Holding her breath, she waited for the reply.

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