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upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Breckin - 01-28-2020 The longer she stayed the more she realized how strange this place was, and the more she was beginning to feel as though she didn’t belong. There were so many odd and beautiful colors, so many abilities and talents - nothing of which she seemed to possess. Wondering if such things were natural or gifts, Breckin passed by the hoards slowly, openly gawking with a wide-eyed stare. She’s mildly cognisant, that these are all things she should be aware of, and all of these things she has more than likely seen before. But the place where those memories should be are vacant, and therein lied the problem and her apparent infatuation with staring down the neighboring horses with such feverish curiosity it made some wonder if something was wrong with her. And most would never know the truth of it - that something was in fact off about her. And others might know; those whom she had known before as Breckin in another life. It was incredibly frustrating that some may know her better than she knew herself then, it made her skin flush and heartbeat quicken and thud against her shallow chest. But there was nothing she could do, nothing she could ask of anyone to fill in the gaps that Arthas could not because she had to protect the grey stallion. She owed him that. This last person she passed by, she couldn’t inhibit herself. Stopping a few paces away, she closed her eyes tightly and sighed heavily before rounding back to face them. It didn’t matter what they looked like - she didn’t care in that ugly lapse in manners to pay attention. All that mattered was that they looked as if they were living, breathing and had a voice. “Is everyone touched by magic here?” @[Squirt] yep, i'm running out of good starter mojo lol RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Fiorina - 02-02-2020
@[Breckin] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Breckin - 02-27-2020 The surprise on the other’s face is mirrored in an expression of subtle shock upon Breckin’s. Now that’ she was standing closer to the woman wrapped in shadows beneath the tree, and now that she was paying closer attention to who exactly she was inquiring, it seemed as though coincidence would have her asking the first armored being she’d ever laid eyes on. Cast in the darkness of the tree that harbored her, it had been hard to initially tell just how unique she was compared to the other oddities that littered the meadow. “I…” the speckled vagabond began but faded into silence, taking a half a step backward to hold her companion in better viewing. Twisting her features into a soft mask of well-intended scrutiny, she took a moment to appreciate the armored lady. She was black as pitch with a muted shine, and Breckin’s dark eyes glimmered with curiosity, following a gleam of filtered light that danced across her plated shoulder, going beyond there to follow the well-defined lines from their beginning to their end. Unlike anything she’d ever laid claim to knowing before - that she could recall - she answers as truthfully as possible, “Honestly, I don’t know what you look like.” In a half-hearted attempt to deflect the awkwardness she suddenly felt from staring for so long, her shoulders rolled into a lazy shrug as the line of her mouth gently raised into a shy smile, “Maybe a little bored?” Her gaze then flicked to the weaponized tail that had initially gone unnoticed, lingering there a moment longer before searching for her companion strange eyes again. Maybe she wasn’t exactly magical in absolute terms, but the lady was imposing in her own rights, and certainly didn’t belong entwined in the standards of your average equine. Perhaps just touched by magic in some aspect? Or a case of being more than what met the eye; magic she understood, could have an elusive and well hid nature to it. Regardless, there was an air of potential danger about her, a sense that had Breckin’s gut clench loosely in aching warning. And somehow in spite of the possible threat her unique companion could possess, she found her presence rather refreshing and, dare she even admit it to herself, alluring. “Are you from here?” she asks, abandoning the question of magic altogether. And then as an afterthought, “I’m Roz. @[Fiorina] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Fiorina - 03-09-2020
@[Breckin] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Breckin - 04-30-2020 In spite of her relatively icey facade, Breckin’s chill is welcomely warmed a degree when the armored woman laughs, enough so, that when she answers with anAlmost always, the weathered mare answers with a faint laugh of her own. It’s a strange feeling, one that almost felt foreign on the back of her throat, more like a cough - but all the same, she enjoys the brief moment of lightheartedness for what it was - simple and pure. “Fiorina,” she says, attempting to commit the name and face to an already fragmented and fraying memory. Though this time - for the first time in a while - she was rather confident that she’d have a hard time forgetting someone like her for the foreseeable years to come. Settling into a hovering at ease position, she regarded Fio thoughtfully, balancing just how much information she dared to divulge to a relative stranger. It couldn’t hurt to share the truth in this instance, even though it might sound like a speculative fabrication. But in reality, for all she knew and didn’t know, she was basing many things off of feelings and intuition, so for all intents and purposes, it truly was just plain old speculation. “Would you believe me if I told you I don’t know?” she smiles again, sadder than before, and not quite enough to reach her dark eyes like it had a few moments ago. “I think it’s more an issue of misplaced irritability. I’ve got nothing against magic. I’ve just been feeling...misplaced as a whole in general. Have you ever felt like that?” Unwilling to dawdle much longer on her rather poor state of being right now, she backpedals to something that was in her opinion, much more intriguing. “You said you were from Pangea? I’ve never been. Sounds like it might be worth a visit though. I certainly could use a distraction.” Resetting her position to fully alert, she takes a bold step closer towards the shadow cast woman, unable to bite back her trademark curiosity, “I hope this doesn’t come across as rude, but I can’t help but wonder, were you born this way? Or did you become beautifully deadly over time?” @[Fiorina] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Fiorina - 05-06-2020
@[Breckin] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Breckin - 05-28-2020 Breckin’s head lowered thoughtfully, with a hint of embarrassment flushing her pale cheeks. It seemed like a remarkably silly question now that she had said it aloud. Of course at some point, the feeling of misplacement probably occurred to the majority, but perhaps it was the degree in which it was felt that was the difference or for how long the ugly thought lingered. Eventually she might find means to overcome the ultimately useless feeling, but for the time being it was what made the first steps out of Taiga easier and what fanned the flame in her search for answers. The armored lady grins. Breckin returns it with her own humbled twist. Fio reflects her own bold step forward. And the speckled mare dares one more closer. Dark eyes began to follow Fio as she moved, her expression retaining a deeper curiosity at the sudden bend and sway of the other woman’s migration. The feeling of predator assessing prey grew heavy in the air and set her mind on a precarious, thrilling edge. An unwelcome fragment of fear slithered in, making her stomach clench and roll - a fear of uncertainty above anything else, but it does not drive her to shy away from the approach or the deadly tail sweeping towards. But the gentle brush of the dagger-like tail along her delicate barrel is unexpected - and surprisingly welcomed. The path it travelled - dull and smooth against the grain of her coat - drew a shivering line of provocation behind it; a sensation still doomed to burn even after she’d long since pulled away. It was the kindest touch she could remember, the only touch she could remember, and it left her feeling hollow and hungry. The leopard mare, now breathless and vexed, is left to imagining how the sharp edge of that same touch would feel running dangerously against her skin. Where Fiorina stalls to keep a humble distance, Breckin pushes into the boundaries - smothering the empty space that is still laid between them. For a time she stood motionless, hovering in the throes of a split decision. “Pangea will be there tomorrow,” she murmured, insinuation dawning brightly on the upturned corners of her mouth. And even if it wasn’t - she didn’t care. @[Fiorina] RE: upon the gallow's beam; squirt - Fiorina - 05-30-2020
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