• 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


    Star Light, Star Bright [Ilma,Any]
    #1
    [style] .Oracle_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #0f0f1b; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #aaa; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; border: double #db8b66;} .Oracle_cont p { margin: 0; } .Oracle_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; } .Oracle_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .Oracle_msg { position: relative; font: 16px 'Amatic SC', serif; text-align: center; color: #db8b66; padding: 30px 10px 10px; } .Oracle_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: center; font: 50px 'Allura', cursive; color: #1d1b29; padding-top: 20px; padding-left: 95px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #c6c2d5; } [/style]

    It is in the moonlit night that a child appears within the emerald blades of the Cove.  Her coat, a pastel canvas of reds and pinks, is hard to mistake against the earth as belonging -its warmth radiating from the cool backsplash of land.  There is not a whisper heard of her existence here.  It would be only the eye that draws a stranger closer to see for themselves what lays quietly sleeping in the field.  

    Kleo remains still, curled into a perfect oval, head tucked to her belly.  She knows not where she is or how she had come to be here.  And she is lost to her dreams under a star-speckled sky.  Oblivious to the happenings around her or the dangers that threaten the lands borders.

    By some miracle she has been placed in a safe haven, created by the fairies.  Maybe someday she will be told the stories of their world and she will place their legacy within the stars above...

    ~Kleopatra~


    @[Ilma]
    *a voice within the stars*
    Reply
    #2

    Ilma
    And there's a lesson waiting to be learned
    the firestarters always get the burns
    and the good guys never get the girl

    The trek back from the adoption den is delightful to the white mare - honestly, it's good to have found a child there and know he's destined to be under her care. He is a little light in her world today, when the rest seems dark and grim with the plague - new life where all hope got lost.

    It is with this thought and, with the happiness of not having to leave the den on her own (simply because that's always a bit of a strain on her, not being there on time), that she enters the Silver Cove. Passing Hyaline is hard, but she cannot and will not attempt to raise such a small child in a land that might make them sick. So the Cove it is, for now.

    But when she gets there, as if placed there randomly from above, a filly is found. A prettily-coloured one, too - a little brighter than Finch, but not by much. "Oh! See that, Finch? Let's go say hello." And so she nears the purple-maned girl also, stopping a few inches away from her. Hopefully she won't get too frightened. "Who are you, dear? Where's your mother?" she asks her.

    and shooting stars cannot fix the world


    @[Finch] @[Kleopatra] if you guys don't mind, I'm going to combine these things. Yay siblings!
    Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
    Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
    Reply
    #3
    [style] .Oracle_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #0f0f1b; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #aaa; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; border: double #db8b66;} .Oracle_cont p { margin: 0; } .Oracle_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; } .Oracle_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .Oracle_msg { position: relative; font: 16px 'Amatic SC', serif; text-align: center; color: #db8b66; padding: 30px 10px 10px; } .Oracle_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: center; font: 50px 'Allura', cursive; color: #1d1b29; padding-top: 20px; padding-left: 95px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #c6c2d5; } [/style]

    Kleo is nothing extraordinary compared to some who call Beqanna home.  She is a simple equine, with simple hopes and dreams.  A longing of a life filled with happiness and love.  It is with these aspirations of her future that draw the light of the sky to surround her.  Tiny flickering lights dance about her small frame as she peacefully sleeps.

    A clatter comes in an angelic voice.  The fillies ears twitch out of instinct while her eyes flutter open.  Beneath long lashes are pools of tangerine that strain to focus on a face in the dim lighting.  The glow of her starlit beacons illuminate the fair maidens profile and Kleo looks to the angel as she speaks. 

    She wishes to say hello, to respond in the same way the mare had questioned her, but no words come from the mute child.  She simply smiles to the elder horse, her eyes then shifting to the foal at the mares side.  As her gaze refocuses, so do the lights shift.  A display of tiny lanterns shows her the boy.  The star-specks dance about the colt with curious interest before they are drawn back to her body.  There they settle between her sunrise ears in a display of a starlit crown...

    ~Kleopatra~


    @[Ilma] @[Finch] I'm thinking ilma is just going to have to name her lol
    *a voice within the stars*
    Reply
    #4
    It seemed amazing to him that he was abandoned and scared for his life in one moment, and the very next the white goddess that is now his Momma arrived and rescued him. She happily took him in, took him from that horrible den and together they began the journey to there permanent home.

    There trek seemed like it was never going to end, but his adrenaline was running and he was eager to explore and see everything around him. He was having a blast, so when Momma stopped he ran into her leg woah he says to himself. See there, Let's go say hello she says, and once again she was off before he even knew what she was talking about. He quickly ran after Momma and this beautifully colored filly similar to his age came to view.

    Once again they came to a stop and Momma talked Wheres you mother? she inquires with the filly, though the filly does not respond. She only smiles, Finch looks over the filly, her pelt was a similar shade to his own but her mane and tail were purple! He was fascinated by her coloring, but more interested as to why she had not responded yet. He tilts his head slightly out of confusion, H....Hello he says in greeting, he was nervous but hopefully that would make her feel more comfortable with them!

    @[Ilma] @[Kleopatra]
    Reply
    #5

    Ilma
    And there's a lesson waiting to be learned
    the firestarters always get the burns
    and the good guys never get the girl

    If it hadn't been for the young adult Hyaline prince (or once-prince, since he technically had chosen to go with Magnus; not that she minded, to be honest if she didn't think she fitted in here much better, she would have considered the same), she might never have guessed. Yet as Finch joins them and he is the only sound they hear, it dawns on her. The girl just smiles, and looks around, guiding her little starlights towards the colt that Ilma had just brought home - she doesn't speak a word.

    Mute.

    The white mare doesn't really feel bothered by this, save for the lack of a name to give the girl. Looking her over a few times, she mulls on what she sees. The girl has an air of confidence where other foals would probably whine or run; smiling so easily upon a stranger. On top of that a rich colouring and royal purple to her mane; she deserves a royal name to match. But she knows one, from long ago, before she wandered into Beqanna.

    "This is Finch," she tells the girl. A swift flick of her ears and she confirms what she already knew; no parent in sight for miles. Ilma takes a breath and looks from the colt to the filly. "You can come with us if you like. We'll be your family. Do you want me to find you a new name?" she asks. There's one she has in mind but, honestly if the girl already had a name, then maybe in time they could find out what it was. Ilma wouldn't want to be so forward to give her a name she didn't want.

    and shooting stars cannot fix the world


    @[Finch] @[Kleopatra]
    Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
    Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
    Reply
    #6
    [style] .Oracle_cont { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #0f0f1b; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #aaa; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; border: double #db8b66;} .Oracle_cont p { margin: 0; } .Oracle_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-radius: 0em 0em 20em 20em; } .Oracle_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 400px; } .Oracle_msg { position: relative; font: 16px 'Amatic SC', serif; text-align: center; color: #db8b66; padding: 30px 10px 10px; } .Oracle_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; text-align: center; font: 50px 'Allura', cursive; color: #1d1b29; padding-top: 20px; padding-left: 95px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #c6c2d5; } [/style]

    The colt is clearly new to this world as well, the way he rushes up from behind the bright mare and bumps against her legs.  It causes Kleo to snort short bursts of air from her lungs in a giggled fashion. He settles though beside -what she assume is his mother- and looks to her with curious and slight confusion, his own greeting stattered from his vocals. 

    Her ears flicker back and forth, deciding on her next move.  Having yet tried to stand, she gathers her strength and limbs to pull herself skyward.  First the front rises with splayed legs, then the back end pushes forwards and up.  They wobble slightly but she remains upright and so she looks to the pair with another smile -one of accomplishment and pride.  Her neck outstretches in greeting to the boy before turning an ear to the mare.  With a tilt of her head to view the angel with starlit eyes, she puts to memory the boys name before realizing she has nothing to call herself.  Puzzled she looks down with furrowed brows.  it is only when the mare offers to find her a name that she looks up with an eager smile and gentle bob of her head.  If she had been more steady on her hooves, she may have jigged in excitement...

    ~Kleopatra~


    @[Finch]
    *a voice within the stars*
    Reply
    #7
    Momma introduced him to the colorful girl, he slowly peering out from Ilma's leg. You can come with us if you like, we will be your family Momma says, and Finch perks up with excitement. Yea! Me, you and Momma! he is nearly yelling, unable to contain his eagerness for a foal his age....and because he didn't really understand an 'inside voice'.

    The filly lifts herself from the ground, her legs wobbly almost as if they were her first steps. He knew the feeling, giving up all hope and accepting a slow death, or a life of silence. But him and Momma's presence made her get up, and that was the best possible outcome!

    She stretches her neck out to Finch and a small giggle escapes his maw, he matches her movement and gently nudges her muzzle with his own. She looks excitedly at Momma at the mention of finding her a name, he tilts his head and looks back to his mother She doesn't talk much. He does not understand why she was not responding with words, nor the fact that his words could hurt, he just needed help understanding why she couldn't use words.

    The roan colt extends his maw back to the filly, he inhales her scent before looking back to his pale mother She smells fine. He shrugs, finally deciding it was ok Oh well, I don't mind, what shall we call her? He eagerly looks to his mother, he would add input, but he barely knew his own name.

    @[Ilma]
    Reply
    #8

    Ilma
    And there's a lesson waiting to be learned
    the firestarters always get the burns
    and the good guys never get the girl

    Ilma waits patiently for the girl to respond - when she offers that the filly can come with them, she stands, which is indication in itself that she wants to come, the white mare thinks. However, she is distracted by Finch. He is rather adorable while he does it, yelling Yes! and not-quite-yet bouncing up and down, so she smiles at him even if she shakes her head. "Don't overrun your new sister, Finch." she tells him.

    When Finch finally notices the girl's silence, and she nods at his remark. He sounds like he doesn't understand it, and she shrugs at him. "Maybe she can't. But Finch, we can understand what she's saying by how she acts, right?" she offers him; but then he's already smelling her. Oh, well.

    Looking back to the girl, Ilma sees that she's standing now, and that she is nodding almost solemnly. "Then I'll call you Kleopatra. Or, Kleo for short, because I think Finch will find that easier." she chuckles and looks at the boy.

    and shooting stars cannot fix the world


    @[Finch] @[Kleopatra]
    Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
    Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
    Reply




    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)