02-24-2019, 02:06 AM
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Having finally found her back on the Isle, Leander had wasted no time in asking after his niece or nephew. At first he’d felt confused when Kora’s cool gaze had regarded him with an almost vague curiosity. He had to hand it to her – she certainly acted the part of an ice queen perfectly. He’d had to press the matter most doggedly before she’d even deigned to relinquish the child’s name, let alone explain what she and the stallion named Woolf had done.
To learn that Evia was a child no longer had shocked him to his core, but that wasn’t all. Not only had his niece been robbed of a childhood, but she’d been robbed of a family, too. It maddened him beyond reason just to think of it. The girl hadn’t known the love of a mother or father for a single day before she’d been made to slip away into the sea. And who knew where she could be now? Certainly not Kora, the ice queen. Perhaps this Woolf character would, given his apparent propensity for witchery – but Leander didn’t like to think of what he might say or do were he to encounter the man.
His mind turned to their last exchange –
An ominous sky grew darker and darker around him as he flew.
<i><B>‘How could you have done this?’</b> he demanded hotly.
Kora raised her chin and regarded him. ‘I gave Evia her freedom.’
Leander scoffed. <B>‘You mean you sentenced her to it, since she had no choice in the matter.’</b>
This time there was a pause. When she next spoke, a coldness had seeped into her whisper-soft voice. ‘I don’t answer to you.’
His brown eyes levelled with hers. <b>‘Trust me, you’ve made that all too clear.’</b> If only he could break past the frost that armored her in more ways than one. Yet he was beginning to think he never would. <b>‘Still, I would have hoped you might answer to your own daughter.’</b>
Suddenly she was shouting, ‘You don’t know me!’
At once he was nose to nose with her. <b>‘You’re right, Kora, I don’t! And you know why? Because you’ve hardly given me the chance!’</b> A bone-chilling wind had begun to pelt him with sleet and snow, but Leander hardly took notice. <b>‘I did know Mom and Dad, though. I bet they wouldn’t know who you are right now either.’</b>
The laugh that escaped her was more chilling than any winter.
‘Except that they’re dead, Lee,’ she hissed, ‘So get over it already.’
At that, she looked away and would not meet his gaze again. Angry, deflated, and at a loss, he gave a sad shake of his head. <b>‘This was wrong, Kora,’</b> he murmured at last as he took a step back from her. <b>‘It was selfish and wrong, and you know it.’</b>
And then he had turned and taken wing. </i>
He could still feel the sting of her words – except when he realized with a start that it was actually the sting of rain. Rain that was coming down in sheets against him. All at once, Leander found himself thrashing wildly through the very eye of what would be the last summer storm. As he fought to keep himself airborne, the wind ripping at his feathers and the hammering downpour blinding him, he swore he could almost taste the static in the air. He had to land, but he couldn’t see anything – he didn’t know where he was, but he knew he was going down – down and down and down...
Crashing alongside the lightning –
Crashing upon the Mountain.
</div> <div class="leander_name">leander</div> <div class="leander_quote">take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; like a dream in my arms but i’m wide awake</div> <img class="leander_image" src="https://s15.postimg.cc/ea4i9a0x7/Leander.jpg"> </center>
<font face=times font size=2><center>permission from Cassi for the OOC exchange of the 2-space trait of leopard-shifting for that of thunderbird mimicry in return for an IC interaction with the faeries which will take place in his dreams while he is passed out after crashing. I would love for the faeries to somehow tie in the fact that his dead sister Rhy was electrokinetic and that Kora is astraphobic - thus why he might already have "electric" in his blood that the faeries could pull to the surface to create even more sibling tension... >:] please note that I have not played him as having leopard-shifting at all, so there is no need to mention that trait IC. <333 thanks faeries!
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To learn that Evia was a child no longer had shocked him to his core, but that wasn’t all. Not only had his niece been robbed of a childhood, but she’d been robbed of a family, too. It maddened him beyond reason just to think of it. The girl hadn’t known the love of a mother or father for a single day before she’d been made to slip away into the sea. And who knew where she could be now? Certainly not Kora, the ice queen. Perhaps this Woolf character would, given his apparent propensity for witchery – but Leander didn’t like to think of what he might say or do were he to encounter the man.
His mind turned to their last exchange –
An ominous sky grew darker and darker around him as he flew.
<i><B>‘How could you have done this?’</b> he demanded hotly.
Kora raised her chin and regarded him. ‘I gave Evia her freedom.’
Leander scoffed. <B>‘You mean you sentenced her to it, since she had no choice in the matter.’</b>
This time there was a pause. When she next spoke, a coldness had seeped into her whisper-soft voice. ‘I don’t answer to you.’
His brown eyes levelled with hers. <b>‘Trust me, you’ve made that all too clear.’</b> If only he could break past the frost that armored her in more ways than one. Yet he was beginning to think he never would. <b>‘Still, I would have hoped you might answer to your own daughter.’</b>
Suddenly she was shouting, ‘You don’t know me!’
At once he was nose to nose with her. <b>‘You’re right, Kora, I don’t! And you know why? Because you’ve hardly given me the chance!’</b> A bone-chilling wind had begun to pelt him with sleet and snow, but Leander hardly took notice. <b>‘I did know Mom and Dad, though. I bet they wouldn’t know who you are right now either.’</b>
The laugh that escaped her was more chilling than any winter.
‘Except that they’re dead, Lee,’ she hissed, ‘So get over it already.’
At that, she looked away and would not meet his gaze again. Angry, deflated, and at a loss, he gave a sad shake of his head. <b>‘This was wrong, Kora,’</b> he murmured at last as he took a step back from her. <b>‘It was selfish and wrong, and you know it.’</b>
And then he had turned and taken wing. </i>
He could still feel the sting of her words – except when he realized with a start that it was actually the sting of rain. Rain that was coming down in sheets against him. All at once, Leander found himself thrashing wildly through the very eye of what would be the last summer storm. As he fought to keep himself airborne, the wind ripping at his feathers and the hammering downpour blinding him, he swore he could almost taste the static in the air. He had to land, but he couldn’t see anything – he didn’t know where he was, but he knew he was going down – down and down and down...
Crashing alongside the lightning –
Crashing upon the Mountain.
</div> <div class="leander_name">leander</div> <div class="leander_quote">take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; like a dream in my arms but i’m wide awake</div> <img class="leander_image" src="https://s15.postimg.cc/ea4i9a0x7/Leander.jpg"> </center>
<font face=times font size=2><center>permission from Cassi for the OOC exchange of the 2-space trait of leopard-shifting for that of thunderbird mimicry in return for an IC interaction with the faeries which will take place in his dreams while he is passed out after crashing. I would love for the faeries to somehow tie in the fact that his dead sister Rhy was electrokinetic and that Kora is astraphobic - thus why he might already have "electric" in his blood that the faeries could pull to the surface to create even more sibling tension... >:] please note that I have not played him as having leopard-shifting at all, so there is no need to mention that trait IC. <333 thanks faeries!
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