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“what do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any - Ygritte - 12-28-2019 BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE When she and Kreios had first carved out their bit of the new world, it swelled with tall trees and colors of the deepest lush greens. Sylva was an ancient place blanketed by mist and solitude. It's secrets were embodied in it's residents long before they could realize how the fertile soils had embedded in the cracks of their fracture souls. The Reckoning had thrust them all into the deep dark of angered deities to expose their vulnerabilities and raw needs. The salmon tinted mare had found her former kingdom with ease. Sylva had called to her soul and so she was powerless to answer. As a blush tinted dove, Ygritte followed the coast where mist and sea joined as one. From the edge of the warm Pampas when the trees grew tall and proud, Ygritte find a place to drift to the ground. A horse forms where the small dove had found a soft place to settle, rich amber with orange-pink limbs and smooth mane. Her left eye, her only eye, watches for a tender moment with soft breathes filtering the clean air. Others inhabited her now when she had expected the land to be dormant but there is a rise of pride in hope in her chest that others had picked up the torch of the nearly forgotten territory. Begonias of delicate pink grow from the right socket, a reminder to the day she was blinded, but they are a beautiful scar she wears like a crown. One legs draws up and over to pull her forward in a casual walk with ears forward and the ghost of a smile on her lips. She would travel deeper into her homeland before alerting the other Sylvians of her presence. Ygritte was old now but she had been blessed with the eternal beauty of young marehood to keep her youthful...and alive. Some time passes as she walks the familliar deer trails with the chatter of birdsong to guide her. It had been far too long since she had left Sylva to seek her lost king but enough time has since passed that Ygritte had given up hope. A low call, melodious but firm, clips off the ceaseless calls of birds. Ygritte is a polite creature and thus knows she should make her presence known rather than be found in a pile of soft pine needles. There would not be much time before someone approached her with questions and concern. Ygritte was surely a long forgotten queen and she did not intend to divulge this information unless asked. Ygritte could be a keeper of the forest, a storyteller for when the world was broken and Sylva was born. It had been years since she had felt the bloom of hope in her heart. Ygritte. RE: “what do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any - brigade - 12-28-2019 I was a poor boy; you were a bright light shook like some old souls when our bones broke BRIGADE RE: “what do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any - Ygritte - 12-28-2019 BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
If she had been human, her soft hands would have folded politely in front of her frock in a modest gesture of harmlessness. She was a stranger in lands so familliar and it was best to offer the respect earned by the current residents. He is heavily adorned in wide antlers and of the most attractive hue of red that she has been blessed to witness. A dark eyed, shy stallion trapped between a world of the thriving dramatics and the solitude that Sylva offered. A smile draws over her salmon painted lips in response to his stoic actions. He is wary and cautious (as he should) of the smaller mare and her appearance amongst the stark trees. Honey thick eyes are watchful and noting how he is just off enough in case she was a wolf beneath long lashes and tumbling salmon hair. Ygritte knows and understands him better than he could imagine but her heart is exposed and open for his investigation. Ygritte shifts her hips from one leg to the other in a slow, deliberate manner to convey the genuine smile that brushes her lips. She is ready for his dissection, offered willingly. "Hello." The word slips between the pink lips softly as she studies him from heavy lashes of her left eye. Ygritte finds herself nervous and vulnerable beneath the steel of his gaze and must break their eye contact briefly to glance away at nothing. They both know there is nothing to take away from her concentration upon him but her breath clutches in her breast momentarily. A shyness spreads like new snow over her whole demeanor as she attempts to catch a small chuckle in her throat but it escapes jaggedly. "I'm Ygritte." The taste of rain and honeysuckle alight her tongue as she divulges her name to the wine stallion. Her eyes lift away from the fabricated distraction as to meet Brigade's. She presses her lips together once more, a bit uncertain what to say next, as a comfortable silence grows between them. The bay mare has never wavered from interaction but it had been some time since she had spoken, interacted, enjoyed the company of simple conversation. Such little trials could open the desire for needs. Conversation. Interaction. To be seen again. It had been easy to escape and hide, to never age and live the life she had been given, but Ygritte had returned to her former home as greedily as a suckling foal. Something drew her away from the sanctuary of her forest home and she met it's call. She felt the need to belong once again. Kreios lived in the depths of her thoughts but she knew that she must move on to thrive (and that he would have wished it). The low sigh of her held breath escapes when she had not realized she had been holding it. Ygritte allows Sylva to fill her, to creep into the crudely stitched wound of her heat, a rise of hope to fill the void left. "Do you live here?" The words drip from her lips in a swan's song. She smiles openly now, genuine and kind, her eyes bright with growing curiosity. She is eager, hungry, to know of what she has missed. Ygritte.
RE: “what do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any - brigade - 12-29-2019 I was a poor boy; you were a bright light shook like some old souls when our bones broke BRIGADE |