who gives a damn if we lose the war?
VORACITY
let the walls come down. let the engines roar.
@[Virgo]
@[elio]
anyone may join in
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] these nights never go to plan; anyone
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"Whatchya doin'?" she shouted from her perch nearby. The weather had grown colder and her fur had grown thicker and it only made sense to her to seek out a nice lounging spot in the sun.
She had spent the day in this form, her wolf form. Brown, reddish body sprinting haphazardly through the giant redwoods she's called her home since the beginning of time - well at least her time. She had stopped of course to snack on a small hare, filling her belly. With a large yawn it was then that she made her way to the river's edge, gulping down freezing water to appease her dry throat, before picking her spot ontop of a nearby outcrop of stone hedges. Perfect, until now. The sound of the grullo boy making his way to said rivers edge had woken her out of her hazy sun bathing. She watched him for a moment through one opened eye, before getting up, stretching, shouting at him, and then jumping from her perch. While she waited with a mischievous smirk on her face, Oectra shifted back to her horse form.. for some reason others found this form less intimidating. She chuckled at the thought of Ghaul chasing her around a small clearing Get out, dog! Now she stood before him, a slender filly about the same age as him. Her brown and red fur were replaced by a mostly white with chestnut overo markings coat, her brown forelock had fallen haphazardly across her face. At her side, nearly tucked away, were a pair of large, white, fluffy wings. Her hooves, now a dazzling blue chalcedony stone, kicked lazily at the hardened dirt infront of her. She inspected the stranger-boy with bright, icy blue eyes. "You should of nocked first." she teases with a lopsided smile. @[voracity] Oectra needs friends (:
05-07-2020, 03:08 PM
there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands - hands that map
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides. She had considered simply returning to the far corners of Taiga where she could be alone with her remaining family once more. Her soul is restless, though and she finds herself remaining nearby the bickering population. Their voices keep her turbulent thoughts away and living vicariously through them is rather nice. Virgo watches with tired eyes as they mull about and gossip, or otherwise go on about their day. But there is someone a little farther away from the others she does not recognize. Curious. Did the commotion draw him here too?
Her gaze darts to the girl who shouts, a little wolf that is equally foreign to her. When she was still a small child, the predators were exactly what they seemed. A quiet laugh fills her chest as she draws closer to the pair. This one becomes a little filly, though, and that change no longer shocks Virgo anymore. She’s rather cute, or maybe the barbed woman just has a soft spot for younger generations these days. Becoming a mother had made her a pushover, in some ways. “You should introduce yourself when you meet someone new,” she states with a half smirk across her pale face. “My name is Virgo. Who are you, Storm Eyes?” Her attention drifts back to Voracity then, studying the brows furrowed in concern and the posture so weighed down by troubled thoughts. She has always had a penchant for giving out nicknames and time has not changed this habit. Virgo
he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worshipand, oh, you put him on his knees.
05-07-2020, 04:20 PM
She watches the boy with curious eyes, the inner frustrations evident on his young face. I was. she responds light heartedly. She moves closer to inspect him better and her eyes light up, growing wide but you remind me of the silver fish that dart through the river. Beautiful. she looks back and forth between the boy and river, hoping to spy one of those fish so that he could see. There was no reason to be jealous of her, it was just one of those annoying traits she inherited from a father she never met.
Don't worry, my mom says the same thing about me. She's hardly one to talk though. with that she gives a small belly chuckle. It's a great home. I've lived here forever, but my mom came her from Pangea with my father. I've never met my father though. she was always prone to offering more information than she was asked for. Before she could continue on with her rambling though, another stranger joined them. Her tail moved with excitement, dispite the mares comment. She was used to it from her own mother. Virgo. Voracity. Her face crinkled for a moment, she wanted a cool name like them. They even both started with a V. With a start, the mares comment finally set in! She really didn't introduce herself. How rude. Oops. When the boys attentions returned to her she offered both the strangers another wide, lopsided smile. My name is Oectra. I'm sorry I forgot that earlier. I thought it was a great day, because I got to nap, but it just got a whole lot better. Are you guys staying a while? oh, she sure hoped they were. @[virgo] @[Verocity] |
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