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the vows of ruin - star - Nerve - 09-24-2020 Some time had passed since he’d crossed paths with anyone. He’d resolved to believe that that was a good thing, maybe even the best thing possible. It had given him the opportunity to settle into what he was, without the influence of his sister or other scattered acquaintances. Not that Nerve hadn’t enjoyed the time spent with Mazikeen and Spirit, or the early years spent with his sister - he’d grown then too somewhat, he thinks. But these past few years have been different in their solitude, and he’d used his time to explore his abilities - learning to seamlessly change and meld from one whim to the next and discovering even stranger things not seen on a typical day. The ripples on the pond are hypnotic, and he’s nearly drawn to sleep as he watches them fan and grow. Not in the mood for sleep however, he wades into the chilly, practically opaque, green waters, content for a moment to let the cold rouse him from his near-plunge into the dream world. But his contentment is short-lived, and suddenly bored of being chin deep in the stagnant pond, he finds the pulling desire to glide, and his body answers with a transformation into a large, white swan. His thoughts began to mirror the lazy strokes he swam across the reflective surface, moving back and forth and back and forth between Quietude, their mother, and his friends. Nerve wondered what they’ve been up - who they’ve met, what they’ve seen, what they’ve felt. Had they improved their abilities like he had? Tucking his beak neatly behind a wing, he sighed, unable to get away from the one question he didn’t want to consider, but unable to stop it from coalescing all the same - did they miss him like he missed them? RE: the vows of ruin - star - avocet - 10-04-2020 He had no more luck than the day before in finding Popinjay. Why any horse would want to leave the Pampas is beyond him. The fields thrive with wildflowers for most of the year and even when winter draws a frigid wind across Beqanna, the Brilliant Pampas is one of the few places that seems (at least to Avocet) to not feel the full brunt of that chill. There is plenty to eat, for grass-eaters and those like his sister that prefer a meal that gives chase. A small colony of shifters had taken up residence there as well but Avo hadn't minded. RE: the vows of ruin - star - Nerve - 11-29-2020 At some point Nerve had drifted off to sleep. Probably not for long though, or at least it hadn’t felt like it to him. Things had barely tapered off darkness before a voice nearby pulled him back from the precipice of slumber. No matter really, he thought, raising his slender neck to glimpse the speaker; he spent most of his free time sleeping anyway. Actually, it would be a nice change of pace to speak to someone other than himself for the afternoon. “What makes you think I can fly?”, the changeling asked, tipping a black jeweled eye in the direction of the muddy bank. Nerve glided closer to where the colt stood, stopping at the midpoint of where the water’s bottom began its ascent from deepest point to shallowest reach. “Or that I have any problems?” Of course he was just messing with the adolescent bay, we all had our problems, both horse and bird alike. Just maybe not on the same spectrum of difficulties. The shifter considered staying white and feathered and as close elegant as he would ever know, but he thought the better of it. “Name’s Nerve,” he said as he morphed into his original, insignificant shape of a black stallion with violet eyes. Clearly something had been bothering his newfound companion, and it wouldn’t much be kind to keep antagonizing. Not when his own loneliness still weighed heavily on his own mind. “Guessing you got some problems you’d like to fly away from then?” @[Avocet] RE: the vows of ruin - star - avocet - 12-12-2020 The feathered creature in front of him is rather graceful. There is a certain elegance in the arc of its neck, a primness in the neat way that it has tucked away its pale feathers. It almost surprises Avocet that the creature pays him any mind; it surprises him, even more, when it speaks. RE: the vows of ruin - star - Nerve - 01-16-2021 An illusion? Nerve takes a pause to consider the colt’s question, wondering what kind of things he must have seen or experienced to ask such a thing. Sure, he himself had seen some of the oddities and strange magics that Beqanna apparently liked to gather and dish out, but not really something so strictly deceptive or mental. Quietude had her sound thing where she could make any noise and amplify or silence it on a whim, but still, he supposed that was more physical than any kind of mind game that existed. Maybe he’d know more about these things if Mom had decided to stick around and actually teach them something useful. “Nice to officially make your acquaintance, Avocet,” the black stallion replied, then offered a nonchalant grin, “And to answer your initial question, no, not quite as dazzling as illusion. Just your run-of-the-mill, multi-thing shapeshifter.” ‘Thing’ was the best word he could come up, all things considered, having actually put some thought behind it not that long ago. Back when he had accidentally poofed himself into a rock and was stuck like that for a day or so, give or take. What other ‘things’ he might be able to turn into, he had no idea yet. That little pesky fear of getting stuck again had kept him from trying some more. “You’re searching for carnage?,” he says finally, now standing atop dry land where he turned a wary, suddenly concerned and apprehensive glance at Avocet. He took a step backward. “Like...gore and destruction?” Man, what kind of person was he conversing with that was actually searching for that kind of negative and scary thing? This kid looked innocent enough, never would have thought that the dark stuff was his type. Or maybe… “Or is that a name?” He really hoped it was a name. @[Avocet] RE: the vows of ruin - star - avocet - 01-22-2021 "Well multi-thing shifter," Avocet jokes back, "nice to make your acquaintance." |