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show me the way, i tire of child's play - Leokadia - 10-07-2018
ashes, ashes, Leokadia is big enough now (in her opinion) that she can wander all of Beqanna by herself. There might be places that the adults in her life would not want her to go but she doesn’t ask for permission. In fact she has not returned to Jayhawk’s side for days and has no immediate plans to do so. The woman had adopted her and been kind but Lo felt only the mildest attachment to the appaloosa mare. Jayhawk came for her, and did not forget her and for that the girl would always consider her to be her mother but now that she didn’t see a need for the shelter and protection a parent provided she rather preferred roaming on her own. The cremello filly crosses into Pangea heedlessly. She is confident that for now she is only a child wandering and could choke on her breath as if with tears and pretend to be lost if someone were upset to find her where she isn’t meant to be. It does not occur to her that someone might want to harm her in the way she often wants to harm smaller things. That someone might want to bite her like she wants to bite Jayhawk’s children, little Jenelly and Gato. On creamy hooves she trots through the lowlands along the banks of a wide grey river, splashing through a silty tributary and setting her sights on a rocky outcropping that looks good for jumping off of and exercising her finally usable wings. She’s a nearly white beacon of filly, and will not go unnoticed for long, but she moves with a foolhardy confidence focused on her target. Bounding up the rocky incline was easy on her now long legs. Her creamy white wings flare wide before she reaches the ledge and she stands there like a vulture peering down on the river bottomed canyon with eyes like ice chips. Beneath and above her the land is bleached and yet living. The girl is too young to recognize that nothing should grow in the salt-saturated ground. Things do grow, and in whorls red stained earth that she dismisses as geological anomalies, not recognizing them for what they are. One day she will, once she has killed, once she has stained herself the way the land in Pangea is stained. Perhaps that day will come sooner because she has trespassed here. Leokadia RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Zain - 10-08-2018 In Zain's younger years he had known kindness. He had a loving mother and protective father, though their relationships were strained. Mainly due to his straying from the path that was laid out for him. Instead he rebelled every moment he could. Disappearing for days on end, returning only to wreak more havoc on their simple lives. Well, of what he thought was simple. He truly didn't know his parents, just the facade they led on. Once older, he began to realize just who they really were and thus, why he is how he is. Sired of destruction and flame, what could go wrong? Zain ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS @[Leokadia] I wasn't sure how to get him up the cliffs so she can come to him if she wants lol @[Rajanish] My glassy friend, come out come out wherever you are and play with us lol RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Rajanish - 10-14-2018 Rajanish
Pangea. The thing sounds huge and faraway and yet here they are. Or truth be told, they brought it towards them, and he’s rather proud of that. He doesn’t know if the zombie eye was returned to the land’s heart (which is now nowhere to be found) by his actions, but it seems that it had been altogether enough, to let the heart be in the heart of the land again and for the land to rise from the dead. Like a zombie. Truth is he never left, after that. He doesn’t know if Zain stayed or left, either; but he does know this is home as much as Taiga or Sylva are, no, it’s better. His blood is in this land, this land has been created by his father - it is the homest home he’ll ever have. Too bad it caused so much pain and sickness inside him - but that’s a sacrifice he can make. Feverish, he roams the empty land, enjoying the feeling it gives him. He coughs up blood every now and then, and it seeps into the ground like a sponge sucking up rainwater. He’s glad he can feed the land, and if there was someone else he could sacrifice he’d do that too - oh, but hey! A whitish form is atop a cliff, a young and healthy one. A much better sacrifice than his measly self. And so, the translucent bly shakily crests the cliff, slowly but relatively steadily, to meet her. No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry out suffering. @[Leokadia] @[Zain] RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Leokadia - 10-20-2018
ashes, ashes, Here on the rocky ridges of Pangea she is strong, full of brazen intensity. Dainty and fair, this is only pretty wrapping for a mind already warped by the happenings of her life so far. She is nothing to the other beings that would lurk within the borders of this twisted place, but elsewhere she is an anomaly as well. Her glittering eyes too fierce for a child’s face, her cravings (though trifling aggressions) already too deviant. And yet she is nothing to others. She has so much to learn. A stranger travels below, crossing more slowly than she would have expected him to and Lo watches with her vulture eyes. Her pale lips twitch and she spreads her wings further walking up to the flaking edge. Ears flick, does she hear something, someone coming up along the ridge? The pause to listen is only brief. She is too confident of her ability to escape, foolish little bird. Wings fold and then she leaps--not so far as she had envisioned and though she snaps the limbs back out again she loses a bit of altitude but collects herself well and glides swiftly her shadow rippling over the ground and flashing over the darker horse below. Her efforts to get a better look at him, or even to harass from the air are almost entirely unsuccessful. Her maneuvering still leaves a great deal to be desired but she flashes over just long enough to process the otherness of the male’s appearance, and the unholy glow of red eyes. Curious but not willing to end her flight so soon she surges skyward with more speed than she has achieved in past attempts. Circling high before turning back to the ridge of cliffs, she hopes to choose a landing place but instead a, become a little confused by what she sees--was someone drawing up the cliff? No-- Leokadia, distracted, misses her mark and drops from the empty air just shy of the cliff’s edge to find herself gracelessly slamming against rock before sliding ten feet down a scree shale slope. Her wings splay and her precious feathers tear out, mostly small ones but they were hard earned and she will resent every loss. She manages to tuck the outside pinion just before gravity dumps her in the dust on her back, rolling her to a stop on top of the other untucked wing. It doesn’t feel broken when she scrambles to her feet but soreness makes it hard to fold down. Gingerly she lays the tender flight limb against her scraped, abraded shoulder that begins to ooze blood beneath the white feathers. Vexed by her tumble she glances along the path of her descent up towards the cliff from which she dropped, too irritated and sore to fly up and try to figure out what had gone wrong. Leokadia @[Zain] @[Rajanish] Soooo..... I couldn't decide if she should turn around and meet Raj or fly down and meet Zain so instead I let her fall out of the sky like an idiot. She's pretty pissed. RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Zain - 10-30-2018 The world around him is stagnant. Dull colors, mixed with unpleasants scents gives -the place he has helped rise- all the needed components of death. It is a blank space, with nothing that draws the eye. Unless you are one of them. Those who have pledged themselves to a cause much greater than themselves. Death. Destruction. Carnage. Zain ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS @[Leokadia] OMG I swear I had responded to this!! I am sure my original post was way better but here is a second draft. SRY! RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Rajanish - 11-03-2018 Rajanish
The girl on the cliff decides to fly, and the see-through young stallion changes course. No sacrificing today... perhaps. He’s still ill himself, and wonders if he accelerates his own disease it might be contagious. But he can’t very well try without a backup plan; a backup like Zain. Hmm. He walks down the cliffside again, and quickly positions himself next to his friend, looking at the filly. She might have been born a little late, last year, because she is very small. ”You are on holy ground, girl.” Unholy, really, but what the heck, what’s the difference? ”We only have room for worshippers and sacrifices.” he grins at her, wondering what she’ll make of it. Surely she understands that she is in a precarious position now. But the choice, for what it’s worth, is entirely hers. No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry out suffering. @[Leokadia] @[Zain] RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Leokadia - 11-06-2018
ashes, ashes, It will hurt worse later, but for now adrenaline from the fall and frustration at her failing dampens some of the soreness. The filly is counting the largest feathers strewn among the rocks when the older boy approaches her. Looking towards the sound of approaching hoofbeats she recognizes that he is the same red-eyed being that she had flown over before her accident. She glimpses his exposed gears--but he decides to turn that side of himself away from her after speaking and the corner of her mouth pulls and relaxes as she tries to reason out his purpose for doing this. Perhaps like most he thought her an infant, easily frightened and of a fragile constitution. Turning towards the sabino Leokadia resettles her wings, her abraded shoulder aches but she doesn’t turn her attention away from the stranger to look at the oozing wound. “Falling.” She doesn’t crack a smile. That’s what she is doing after all. Falling. Failing terribly at flying just like she always had. She wasn’t discouraged, only irritated. Deciding that her two syllable answer might come across a little rude she continues… “I wanted a place to practice flying. Am I not supposed to be here?” The question is genuine and cool, they are too close in age for a childish mewling in response to being discovered trespassing to have any worth in this conversation. When the transparent one approaches, her look darkens with recognition. “You. I saw you.” So she wasn’t nuts, someone had been up there, someone that had looked unusual enough to confuse her young brain. Holy ground? Leokadia turns her ears back, moonstone eyes narrowing. “Worshippers of what?” She says to this one, flicking her attention between the two males only once. She is no sacrifice. Of course they could rip her into bits for whatever purpose suited them, but she’d like to know why first. Leokadia @[Zain] @[Rajanish] RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Zain - 11-06-2018 Falling Zain ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS @[Rajanish] RE: show me the way, i tire of child's play - Rajanish - 11-11-2018 Rajanish
Amused, he tilts his head at the cremello filly. She might be stupid, she might not be. He could care less, as long as she understands that whatever she does now, must be in the name of the dark god. "I suppose so." he answers with a chuckle to the filly when she says I saw you. Of course he could be seen; it might be off-putting that he was partly see-through, and if that had already startled her then perhaps she should not have come here. There were far worse-looking creatures in this world, some barely able to call themselves a horse any more. Zain already answers her question, so Raj just stares his signature off-putting stare, smiling just a tiny bit to himself as he awaits her answer. "Pangea needs some blood, every now or then. Blood and magic." he tells her. Perhaps that will help her decide. No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry out suffering. @[Leokadia] |