• Logout
  • Beqanna

    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    champagne and pearls||any
    #1
    Well, I don't know what I've been told.
    You never slow down, you never grow old.
    She had found this place without direction as it was easy enough to find the trail> Piles of dung dropped with heathen carelessness in the path that lead to Beqanna. Disdain had lifted her lipts in shock at the disgusting nature of some horses. She debates if following the dry, bald ground was the best choice. Once or twice she hesitates to continue on, side stepping the garbage strewn along the way, but the sounds of the hungry cougar lets the stubborn mare going.

    Disappointment floats over her face like a water's reflection. The pale haired woman half lids her eyes as she manages to enter the meadow, her hair stuck to her brow, light hazel eyes completely dulled by the brightness of the sun. At least a few bodies lingered with their intimate conversations and whispering words. Their eyes roved the tall caramel form with wagging tongues but she simply smirks with exaggeration and puts ehr back to them.

    Disdain eyes a stream a bit off...fights the urge to drink but must give in when her throat protests. A sigh escapes and the long limb mare makes her way upon light hooves to drink the cooling liquid. Pale silver hair slides down the length of her neck and cover her eyes briefly but in this moment the water sliding between her lips was the only thing of interest in the so far impressionable land.
    Disdain
    Reply
    #2
    what a lovely way to burn
    Mother was old enough to no longer need supervision 24 for hours 7 days a week. At first Ander had been too shocked and upset to leave her out of his sight, afraid that if he would look away, she would disappear completely. Now the young stallion had realised that she wouldn’t go anywhere. Years had passed and she was still there, just as dad, and more than capable of looking after herself. It gave him the chance to explore more of the world.

    That included, but wasn’t limited to, discovering how far his powers would go. He had seen his mother wield fire as a child, but it hadn’t been too long ago that Ander had discovered he inherited it. Yet he still had a long way to go to master it. It partly was the reason why he was out in the meadow today. At least here he couldn’t burn down half the forest. He hadn’t gotten to practise yet, his mind too occupied with something, somebody, else.

    She’s gold, bright and brilliant, but so unlike the gold that marred his coat. His was sparkly and bright, hers was warm and inviting. Ander cannot help it but to stare at her, mouth almost dropped open. She is beautiful. Never before had he looked at girls – simply too busy with other things – but she hits him like a brick, knocking him off his feet.

    ”What is a beautiful girl like you doing on her own?” The words slip from in between his golden lips before he can help it, but Ander doesn’t give himself the chance to be surprised by himself. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips as he looks at her, head tilted a little to the side and red eyes roaming her figure. She’s tall, just like him, and filled out in all the right places. The horns sprouting from his forehead were still getting longer and thicker every time he checked them in the water, but otherwise Ander was still pretty unaware of their presence. Well, until he got them stuck the branches of low hanging trees.

    Reply
    #3
    Well, I don't know what I've been told.
    You never slow down, you never grow old.
    This place with all it's wafting scents and it's lolling tongues simply make her lips curl. The woman moves her pale green-gold eyes over the grounds as they begin to fall into an autumn slumber. The creamy caramel mare walks slowly dying meadow vegetation, it makes a delightful crunch under her hooves as she savors it's splintering. Disdain takes a little pleasure in it before she catches a black stallion with wide gold eyes just standing there. Her own hazel ones slit as she is wondering why some roguish boy was standing in the middle of the field watching her.

    "What are you doing?" She lifts a brow as she strides closer to him. Her tone is not overly demanding nor intrigued.
    She was just simply wondering how a par of them ended up out here on a nearly desolate autumn day. Disdain closes the space between them as she inhales his scent with unabashed boldness. He smells spiced and exotic. "What's your name?" The fair haired woman asks with a curling lip, a smirk touching her lips as she is growing curious of the pretty boy with his lovely golden lips.
    Disdain
    Reply
    #4

    ANDER

    The black and golden pointed stallion had yet to master the skill of speech, of that he is very much aware, but he had not expected to get this reply. As if he hadn’t spoken his greeting out loud, as if it had been in his mind only. Well, perhaps that was why he hadn’t been too confused with himself. Nonetheless, the creamy mare gets right onto business.

    For a moment his red orbs just stare at her, then a shake of the head that sends his golden mane flying. ”I intended to practise..” As surprised as he is, Ander doesn’t give her more information than that. For a she knew he had come here to practise whatever, but how could she know of his gift? Well, perhaps he could show her. Though he certainly hoped he wouldn’t set her on fire like he had almost done when he had tried to surprise his father. Better to keep it small.

    But her sudden approach stops him. Boldly she steps into his space, almost as if she is stealing his scent. It does something to the young stallion. Both his ears prick forward and as his muscles tense he grows taller. With a curled neck and flaring nostrils Ander reaches out in return, gaining courage from her bold move just moments before. He takes it a little further, the velvet of his nose almost touching her crest as his warm breath ghosts over her skin.

    It is then when his lips curl up to match her own smirk, and his red eyes twinkle mischievous. ”Don’t move.” He only steps back a little, allowing space between them, in favour of the little fireballs that now swirl around her body. Concentrating his attention is focussed on the fire, and Ander barely permits himself to glance at her face.

    Sudden desire has him holding his breath. His head rises a little as his ears flick back. His eyes hungrily take in her golden form as the fire still swirls around her. Desire mingles with the burning flame within him. What if he pressed the fire into her skin? Would she like it? Probably not, but the thought fascinates him.

    With a quick shake of the head he attempts to get rid of the thoughts. The fire is pulled back within him. Only his husky voice betrays his earlier emotions as he finally answers her question. ”Ander. What is yours?”

    What a lovely way to burn



    OOC: I dunno what this is, pleaaase bear with me.
    Reply




    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)