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From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Aodhan - 11-16-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost The moment Pteron dares him for a race, the spotted baroque male’s mind already picks a familiar form. It was just a few months ago that he’d chosen the cheetah to tackle his yearling son, and he doesn’t think long before his legs become more muscled, his body elongated for a sprint. Pteron takes flight, but the pegasus needs to exit the trees first, and by the time he’s reached the tree’s crowns, Aodhán-the-cheetah, white and marked with golden flecks, is already racing straight through Loess and nearing the Sylvan border, as the three lands aren’t very far apart. But the shifter isn’t planning on sifting through the trees. Mid-jump, he gains wings, climbing up in the free air before the treeline, and soon the eagle races the pegasus. However, the shifter is kind of a cheater. He only uses the eagle’s strength and cheetah’s momentum for the climb; a peregrine falcon is then gaining on the winged horse and a small wren nestles himself in the ice-coloured male’s mane for the long ride. ”Gotcha” he chirps. Aodhán rides his friend’s mane easily, until they start the descent. From there, he changes form and the falcon dives, to land roughly on the beach. A colour change follows until he matches the parrots on the beach, as this talks easier. ”I think I smell something bad here, do you?” he turns to the pegasus, his colourful head tilted and his emerald eyes blinking innocently. @[Pteron] @[Eva] @[Aquaria] @[Adria] they’re here to see the nereids, so join in if you want RE: From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Pteron - 11-16-2019 RE: From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Aquaria - 11-17-2019 The deep blue sea, it filled her. Warm and bright, it was home. Aquaria's shell white hooves sank into the sand at her feet, mane and tail fins drifting in the lazy current. She paced through the shallows with eyes wide, scanning the rippling sand for treasures. Broken shells and sand smoothed stones dotted the white expanse, bits of seaweed floated past her nose. Aquaria's jewel bright eyes lit on her treasure, a perfect striped crown conch half buried. She nosed it gently free, clasped it between her teeth with utmost care. A cheerful burst of bubbles jetted from her nostrils, the aquatic version of laughter. Her dancing gait increased in speed, pushed along by the water until her head broke the surface. One long fin clung to the side of her face as the nereid flowed onto the beach. With a flick of her head, she spun the weighty shell into the air and caught it again. Salty liquid coated her tongue as she carried her prize up the shoreline, tail a jaunty banner streaming in the air behind her. The translucency of her mane obscured her vision as she waltzed up the beach. Waltzed right past the stallion and parrot chatting together. She would take her new shell, add it to the growing collection she had secreted away in a little cove by the tide pools. They were arranged in intricate mandalas, scallops and mussels shining alongside bits of coral and pearls. Her treasure was her ever changing artwork. She had made it several meters away before the voices sank in and drew her mind away from the plans that swirled within. Those were voices she knew. Her feet spun her around, surprised. The conch fell from her lips to land between her feet as her head cocked to one side. "Pteron, Aodhán. Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you here?" She asked with a note of consternation, eyeing Aodhán uncertainly. She knew it was him, recognized the brilliantly feathered body he seemingly favored. And Pteron, as beautiful as ever. Something sharp pricked her chest at the sight of him. This was their first meeting since that trip she'd taken in the winter, time enough had passed to let the events of that meeting process in her mind. What had taken place between them was complicated in ways she'd been trying so hard to avoid. A regret. He didn't love her. She knew that, and she'd let him in anyway. And maybe she'd do it again, knowning that the moment love did find him, she'd fall back to the wayside. It was bittersweet, leaning bitter. He was her friend, something she wouldn't trade for the world. She only wished she was worth more than that. Someday, someday... For now, her heart was a fragile thing, to be hidden behind shells and tumultuous waters. @[Pteron] @[Aohdan] RE: From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Adria - 11-19-2019 -Adria- Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me @[Aodhan] @[Pteron] @[Aquaria] RE: From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Aodhan - 11-20-2019 Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost Aodhán-the-parrot ruffles his wings and casually adjusts his feathers when Pteron arrives, not bothered at all. It was not the first time he’d used shifting to his advantage and be named cheater for it, and he had bigger fish to fry in his life than be upset by a friend who didn’t really mean it - of course, he had his own remark. ”Oh, I thought I smelled a rotten egg. One that can’t take his losses perhaps.” If he could smirk, he certainly would, but there was something else that was more disturbing. The colourful bird squawks when Pteron somewhat-insults his children; though honestly Aodhán would not mind a seagull or puffin shifter, he can’t let this winged rotten egg hurt his or his kids’ honour. He puffs his feathers and chest, ”Oh I’ll show you puffin alright!” he changes form only for a heartbeat, making a quick lunge for the light-coloured horseleges with his puffin-sharp beak; if he draws a small cut then Pteron can surely handle. Distracted with the arrival of the younger nereid, he assumes the pre-existing form of the parrot once more, flapping towards her a little (better get away from any repercussions by Pteron) - but lands far enough away not to get eaten by Aquaria, just to be safe. He greets her nonetheless, spreading his wings in a bow and happily flying up to sit on Pteron’s head. ”We discovered we both had a liking for Ischians. Might as well say hi. I just hope you’ve had breakfast.” he tells her. Blinking happily at her, the arrival of a colt and his mother gives a little more pause, any jests forgotten in the moment. The dam and colt arrive the way any mother and child would; the colt reminds him of the way Aeolus had burst out of the Ischian jungle as soon as he bad been called, to meet his sister, though he certainly had been more mouthy in his older age. Still, it makes him smile, and, as Adria obviously didn’t know he wasn't just any parrot at all, decide that a change of form would benefit all. A quick hop off Pteron’s head into an empty space of sand, he simultaneously shifts. Not into a horse, as that would be a rough landing on his hind and possibly gain him a broken leg, but a white fossa, another animal native to Ischia. His cat-like head moves to smile disarmingly in the direction of the other horses; he knew it was a predator’s shape, but he felt like staying with the island theme; besides, he could make a fossa look cuter than it was, eyes slightly larger, head a bit rounder - minor adjustments that appeal to a mother’s eye. He’s not here to eat anyone, after all. @[Pteron] you’re up next I suppose Shelbi, still welcome to join whenever you want to, of course RE: From the ashes a fire shall be woken; Pteron, any - Pteron - 11-23-2019 |