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I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Lirren - 11-09-2018 And inside you're burning The moonlight filters down from the velvet night sky, bathing the land below in its serene glow. The red and teal mare stands beneath those pearlescent beams, face lifted in lovely serenity towards the subtle light. Night has always been her favorite time, it’s dim light her sun as the stars are her sky. She lives for the night, whiling away the daytime hours in slumber or easy activity. But the night is when she truly becomes herself, when she is most alive and alight. Lirren @[Ivar] RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Ivar - 11-09-2018 The tides still come in go with the same regularity, the sun still rises and sets. The plague has not had an impact on the kelpie's health, but the magical shifting of Beqanna to accommodate it has altered his existence drastically. Instead of his tiny island he has a giant one (well, plans to have it, and his opponents are either edible or sinkable), and the sea around has shifted to something entirely unfamiliar. The kelpie could spend months learning the new topography - and he will. But not tonight. Tonight he follows the faint taste of freshwater. The River had once been a few miles from his home, and yet now he drifts past Tephra, then Sylva, and the jutting Pampas before he slips into the bay that is fed by the river. The world feels larger, and yet it is also far less populated. They cluster together for safety, and Ivar - who prefers to hunt in solitude - is force to roam farther in search of prey. He finds it, a set of dark hooves in the shallows. The figure above them glows in a way that catches the kelpie's eye, and he breaks the surface to rise head and shoulders above the water. One clawed hind limb catches on a submerged log, keeping him anchored even in the cold current. Shaking away the thick tangle of his sodden mane, the golden-eyed kelpie inspects the stranger. He is more than appreciative of her soft curves and bright eyes, but even as the light accentuates her beauty it keeps him at a distance. The opposite of a moth drawn to a flame, the jewel-toned kelpie keeps just to the edge of her circle of light, though he makes no attempt to hide. The pearlescent brightness of his pale face is surely visible in her psuedo-starlight, impossibly handsome and equally curious. @[Lirren] RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Lirren - 11-14-2018 And inside you're burning She has always been drawn to beauty, holding it’s fickle qualities so close to her breast. There is beauty in so very many things though, not just the curve of one’s jaw or the brightness of their eye. No, there is beauty in the untouchable too, in the unknowable. In the things one can nearly feel even though they evade the other senses. This too draws her, in a visceral way. Lirren RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Ivar - 11-16-2018 He remains still, the soft give of the sodden trunk beneath his kneading foot the only movement, even when the starlit mare comes closer. Wariness has kept him alive for nearly a decade, and the kelpie is disinclined to rash action. He is certainly wary of the way the light comes closer than she does, and at last he turns to watch it with a narrowed golden eye. His distrust of the arcane is no secret; there is too much power in the unseen. Ivar’s kind are more open with their weapons: a too-pretty face with a too-wide mouth and more sharp teeth than any herbivore would ever need. (As with most irrational opinions, Ivar does not consider his own hypnotic magic to be the same at all. His own gift is fine, it is the gifts of others that are unnatural) The murmur of his hunger is never entirely silenced, but at the prospect of a meal – even a potentially well-guarded one – it grows louder. Nearly loud enough to overcome his wariness, though when he drifts forward with a few flicks of his tail, it is done slowly, as though the tendril of light might sting as well as illuminate. When it doesn’t and the water level has reached his elbows, Ivar finally answers her hello with one of his own. “Hello.” He needs to be closer, and at the thought he feels his clawed hindlimbs shift to less suspicious hooves, and the sleek scaled tail become tangled and stringy. Equine is not his preferred form, but it is easier to hunt in camouflage. “What is that?” he asks of the light, both the little bits of it that line a prettier face than most and the inquisitive bit that she has sent toward him. @[Lirren] RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Lirren - 11-16-2018 And inside you're burning She can see the subtle glow of caution that surrounds him, a lovely golden sheen tinged with the faint coral of curiosity. Her lips tilt slightly at that, the confirmation that she has not lost all her charms. Even the faint note of hunger rippling through it all cannot dampen the allure. She has always enjoyed balancing on their blade’s edge of danger, and whatever dark gifts he might possess cannot frighten her. Lirren RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Ivar - 11-20-2018 They're stars, she says effortlessly. They're stars, as if stars a thing that women wear around themselves and as if her actions are no more out of the ordinary than blinking those pale grey eyes. They remind him of the underbelly of the spring clouds, half-full of rain but brimming with threats and thunder. Storms have been in short supply this summer, and with them the thrill of electricity and adrenaline that thrums in his veins. There is enough left to fuel his curiosity at least, and he follows one bit of light from where it sits along his shoulders. It brightens the water like a miniature sun, and for the first time Ivar begins to suspect that he might be swimming out of his depth. The sensation is not familiar, but he has caught it in time. He hopes. Rather than continue closer, the kelpie hesitates in the water. She'll catch quite a bit of coral now, but more than anything is the hunger. It growls within him, robbed of prey that is suddenly not-prey, and castes about for some avenue toward satiety. Barely stronger than that is his sense of self-preservation, the singular reason that he does not have a hoard hounding his every step. The certainty of the ability to hunt tomorrow is better than the possibility that he will eat today. Unlike the careless immortals, Ivar's grasp on life is tenuous at best. For all his impenetrable hide and vice-like grip, the kelpie rarely engages in a fight he is not sure to win, and he is not certain he could take on this starlit stranger. "I don't like them." He says abruptly, seeming to make no effort to soften his opinion. "Stars belong in the sky." @[Lirren] RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Lirren - 11-24-2018 And inside you're burning He does not seem to mind her non-answer, though for those clever enough to dig beyond the surface, it is all the answer that is needed. Still she remains undecided about him, just as he seems to be about her. Similar in some respects, perhaps. As woman who makes no claim to immortal life, it had always been a fine line to walk, that razor edge between the thrill of danger and the true possibility of death. Lirren @[Ivar] RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Ivar - 11-25-2018 Slipping beneath the water would be easy, letting the current of the river carry him out past the point of the pampas. He considers this - has even readjusted his grip on the log a time or two - but in the end remains, intrigued despite his wariness. Rather than argue in defense of her magic, the starlit creature lets silence fall after speaking only one word. While she watches the sky, Ivar watches her. The fall of her mane might have seemed black without her light, but the bits or star illuminate the teal fall of it. Is this another of the god's children, he wonders? Carnage roams their world wearing the night sky, and Lirren is not the first celestial creature he has come across. Ivar no longer recalls their names, and so he is at least certain that he does not have one now. He is not sure he needs one, but his penchant for collection is strong. The kelpie isn't interested, but the stallion thinks that he might be. Maybe. Enough to try, at least. "I'm Ivar." He tells her. "You live here?" Asks the golden-eyed stallion, his sapphire ears flicking forward. He takes a step forward, digging his claws into a less-submerged bit of log. RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Lirren - 11-28-2018 And inside you're burning There is an edge to him, something impossible to define but with a subtly persistent presence nonetheless. It’s that which intrigues her, the possibility of something hidden just beneath the surface. He might be a collector, but she is an avid curator. What she desires is far less tangible however, and so much more difficult to describe, much less to attain. Lirren RE: I wantingly longed for your touch; Ivar - Random Event - 11-29-2018 @[Lirren] is safe from the plague. For now. (rolled a 6) |