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you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Reave - 06-25-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high Reave is a curious creature by nature, but his recent conversations with his sister followed by his cousin had focused that curiosity (however briefly) on one particular subject. Though he knows beyond doubt Aela’s interests here are purely political (well, almost - she probably didn’t know he was aware of her affections for galaxy stallion, but there are few secrets where he is concerned), her interest in this territory had piqued his own. reave @Obscene RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Obscene - 06-25-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Obscene had not inherited the overwhelming sense of duty that had weighed down his father. His approach to ruling was far more lax (he still found plenty of time to lay amongst the flowers in a haze when Aela wasn’t prodding him to scheme and plot) instead of patrolling borders or figuring out tedious tasks for Wherewolf and Aela to carry out… No. No that was not the kind of ruler he is. Of course there is still a sense of responsibility, a general care about his subjects well being and wanting to keep them happy enough to stay but beyond that… He really didn’t care. The Pampas had yet to draw the true ire or eye of any of the other kingdoms and so they maintain a rather relaxed attitude to trespassers and curious onlookers who come to meet the Fae Prince or seek the insane riddles of Steve and dealt with each visitor accordingly. He is standing in the open field of wildflowers in the heart of the territory, the blooms stubbornly lingering despite the chill that now nips in the air. There had been another night of shifting, of hunting small mammals like chipmunks and mice as he slithered through the tall grasses. Of course he can’t remember any of it, just hazy memories that he justifies as strange dreams… Probably some sort of after effect from indigestion or expired nectar. Deep down he knows, he knows what lives within him and what comes out unexpectedly but he still can’t accept it. What he had become, what he would be. For now the serpent slumbers and that strange sensation within him is gone although his stomach feels bloated and heavy. He shakes the last dregs of fog from his system as his dark body pushes back the flowers, seeing Steve in the distance and beyond that.. a splotchy white and brown figure. Before he can proceed, a small ghostly light suddenly comes dancing over the stream that runs through the Pampas. It glides easily over the water before coming to find him, hovering just before his face. ”My Prince.” It greets. ”My Light.” He responds gruffly, his red eyes flickering back towards the horse in the distance. ”I see you went hunting again.” Light responds rather mockingly but there is a tone there.. one he doesn’t like. One of concern. “Now now.” He says brusquely with an irritated snap of his tail as he skirts around the glowing ball of energy and makes his way towards the figure. The Wisp says nothing more and simply follows closely behind. As he edges closer, he catches the protruding bone jutting through the stranger’s skin and he becomes a stranger no longer. Aela had told him about her brother in the North, the Guardian of Nerine (as well as the one called Gale) not long after he had come across the stallion in the common Field. That interaction had been brief but it was enough to stir his interest. He had been debating on sending an envoy to Nerine in the shape of one scowling Lord but it seemed he had left a lasting impression on the bone man as well. Enough to find him here in the heart of the Pampas. Light seems to recall that interaction as well and darts around the young stallion, lingering around the exposed bones on his ribs with curiosity. “Come to sample the flowers before the snow gets to them? If you're here for Steve I wouldn't bother, he's been in a terrible mood lately.” He asks as he ambles closer, a brow raised on his handsome face and that smug smirk firmly planted on his dark lips. Of course he doubts that’s why Reave has come all this way and follows it up with something more fitting, something that will let the Nerine Guardian know that he wasn’t completely in the dark to who was standing before him. “Or is it your sister that you seek?” obscene @Reave RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Reave - 06-29-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high The shriek of an eagle sounds moments before Rune swoops low, winging over their heads before rising into the sky once more. Reave, who had been eyeing the wisp hovingering near the glowing bones of his ribcage, cannot help the amusement that gleams in his eye. The harpy eagle is his only moral compass, but it seems he is a jealous one. reave @Obscene RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Obscene - 06-29-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
The Wisp eventually moves back to hover over his backside, momentarily cured of its curiosity, as his red gaze lifts to the swooping eagle above him. Interesting option of a companion, he thinks. He wonders what the significance is in such a choice. His eyes lower towards the critical gaze and holds it, simply giving him that smug nonchalant smirk in return. Within him though he is wary. Wary of Aela’s brother who apparently had some sort of omnipotent powers that she had never gone into direct details of and he hadn’t thought to ask. Perhaps he should have but there is no use in crying over spilt nectar now. Reave is confused on why he purposely puts himself into a self-induced fog and Obscene would have no answers to give him. It has something to do with a long burning rage and self loathing, something to do with smothering feelings he has no desire to feel, something to do with the serpent that slithers just beneath his onyx skin. So many somethings but no definitive answer between them. And as his powers mostly lay in being snarky, healing (strange how that was something he ended up expressing), and shifting into a beast he can’t control… He doesn’t see the point in laying off his indulgences anytime soon. Obscene merely shrugs when the other suggests that he had come for other reasons and when he does speak aloud the truth of his appearance, he simply returns that devilish grin with a roguish one of his own. “I haven’t the faintest idea.” He responds smoothly enough and the words are easy to say in their ignorant truth. He has never understood why Aela and Wherewolf had eventually agreed to come here. What they had seen in him. When Reave speaks of plural relations he assumes that he speaks of those two, unaware of the blood ties he shares with Cheri. Does his uncertainty make him safer from the power that Nerine’s Guardian wields? For Reave isn’t wrong, he is drifting. A twig caught in a current with no idea of where he’s going and no desire to know. In the end would that be his downfall or what saves him from a crueler fate? He finds he doesn’t care either way and never has. Not when there are so many pleasures in this world to indulge in and he no longer worries about the confines of mortality. But it goes deeper than that if he was honest with himself. It’s hard to find something to believe in when nobody has ever believed in you. He is a truth teller in a world of beings capable of lying. How can you ever trust anyone when they could always be a lie? So whatever these relations see in him he still refuses to see. Because what if that was just another lie too? The Pampas Prince regards his new companion quietly for a moment before he finally decides to get to the point of what he feels might be the actual reason for this visit. “So what is it that you plan on manipulating me with? Aela’s already shown me thousands of images, I can’t imagine there’s anything left to see.” He imagines Reave’s power lays in some sort of manipulation similar to his sisters and that perhaps Reave has come to imprint some more “ambition” into him on Aela’s request. It annoys him that at times she treats him like a puppy that needs to be trained and yet it's still hard to resist her when he's wrapped around her golden finger. obscene @Reave RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Reave - 07-01-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high Where Aela had long used her feminine wiles and ability to manipulate emotions to get what she wished, Reave had used a reckless sort of bluntness. He had never seen the point in beating around the bush or dancing circles of words around what he was truly seeking. Even when he did not know what it was, he had never had qualms about saying so. Aela might scoff, but it has served him well. And it had given him guardianship of a territory at the tender age of two. reave @Obscene RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Obscene - 07-05-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me Reave throws back his head and laughs. Obscene remains still and unperturbed even as the other starts to close the distance between them, as he gets a closer look at all those protruding pieces of bone that jut from his patterned skin. He can see the intrigue they weave, why his Wisp had been so curious. Do they hurt being exposed to the elements like this? Are they painful to touch? There is a slight twitch to his smirk, a curling of a corner of his mouth that moves upwards as he answers in a smooth quietness of his own. “Wouldn’t you be?” A nonchalant shrug as if it’s obvious when dealing with the likes of Aela and her kin. He’s unsure what he feels as the other stallion comes closer still, his mouth strangely close to his nose, and merely raises a brow at this display despite the dark glittering of his crimson gaze. “And yet I find no comfort there.” He responds coolly although the smirk stays fixated on his lips, flexing his skull upwards so that it might bump against Reave’s mouth. Just to see what he would do, what his intentions are. All the while holding the stallions amused gaze with the unreadable one of his own. “You’ve seen me now.” He states quietly in a tone that’s equally hard to read. “So why are you still here?” There is something more to this visit then mere curiosity, of this he has never been more certain. Everybody always wants something in this game of politics and there is no such thing as a simple conversation, especially when it comes to those in seats of power. Light flickers behind him, quiet and enraptured to how this meeting was playing out. He pays the Wisp no mind, completely focused on the stallion before him. Waiting for him to ask (as he had stated he would do) on what he truly wanted from him or surprise him entirely. The Fae in him hopes it’s the latter. obscene @Reave RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Reave - 07-06-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high The Guardian has never been a stallion that inspires comfort in others. If anything, he has always been the very opposite. Though it is not a purposeful thing, his very presence seems to carry with it a sense of chaotic recklessness. He has become very skilled at convincing his companions to do things they should not, to accompany him on his wildest pursuits. reave @Obscene RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Obscene - 07-09-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me There is a flash of something in those shadowy red-wine eyes as Reave nips him. Something pleasurable, something dark. Something serpentine. He doesn’t flinch from his touch, merely pulls that corner of his lip back momentarily into something else again. A brow is raised as Reave speaks and this time he is certain they have arrived at a juxtapose, that this is the true nature of the visit. So this was the omnipresent power Aela’s brother held, the one that had granted him Nerine at such a young age. A fortuneteller was he? Despite his reluctance and overall suspicion to all magic in general (including his own), Reave has found his biggest weakness, the one that pulls at all tricksters and Fae. Natural curiosity. He regards the other impassively but he has a feeling even the bone-clad stallion can sense the conflicting battle in his head. He had been content to just exist and float around in life till he died. That had been when he was mortal, before the Pampas and Aela, before magic had settled in his system, when death had been his only future. Before he had met Cheri in the darkness, in the middle of her storm. But now? Now that he had a somewhat reluctant purpose and immortality that would keep him alive for years to come… What could possibly be awaiting him at the end of it all? It seems to settle itself rather quickly, this battle of wills, and ends with a one worded question as he takes a quiet breath and asks, “And?” obscene @Reave RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Reave - 07-19-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high Reave is many things, but a fortune teller is not one of them. It is true he can see snippets of the future as they snake forward on the many currents of choice and chance, but it is a tricky, slippery beast. He would never destroy his own credibility by trying to tell others of guessed futures as though they are truths already passed. reave @Obscene RE: you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene - Obscene - 07-24-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me The glitter smeared stallion finds Reave is both infuriating and intriguing, much like his golden striped sister. While he can usually push back his frustration with Aela (or at least keeps it simmering beneath the surface thanks to her manipulation of emotions and a healthy dose of lust and love) there is no such affection here for Reave. While he can still appreciate the others impish tenacity, there is a twinge of irritation and it shows for the briefest moment as his eyes narrow and corner of his lip that twitches downward. It would have smoothed itself away entirely if he hadn’t stayed quiet in the pause of Reave’s “friendly advice”. The moment Cheri’s name breaks the silence, the dark stallion doesn’t bother to hide his scowl. Cheri meant a great deal to him? A great deal of emotion swirls through the gold and black Fae as it always does when the green and onyx mare is mentioned. Jealousy, resentment, hatred. All easily rise to the surface with the soft clicking of scales over skin as a few pop through fur as that old familiar flame stirs in his chest. There’s something else that lingers beneath the other feelings, some emotion he still can’t put a finger on or understand. As Reave laughs, his expression remains dark as a cold smile slowly finds its way across his mouth. “What does it matter to you when it comes to Cheri?” He finally asks, the tone of his voice coming off as somewhat uncaring despite the rolling storm within him. He snorts softly, finally coming to a similar place of amusement as he considers Reave’s last words. It takes him a moment to find the right words to say as everything he wishes to speak dies on his tongue, lies unable to be be spoken. “If Cheri finds me so problematic she can tell me herself.” It had never stopped her before, from marching her privileged self right into the Pampas to mock him just as she had provoked him that day by the River when she had slid into the waters next to Djuna. Infuriating and insufferable as always. He doesn’t mention to Reave that he hadn’t seen Cheri in quite some time, that the day he met her in that dark storm he had vowed to make her hate him and had seemingly succeeded tenfold in doing so. It had been for the best, safer this way. Besides, she had her soft-hearted “Prayers” to keep her warm at night, an easy and comfortable choice that seemed to fit her just as he had the sharp edged Aela that seemed to fit him. So why does he feel this ache in the cold confines of where his heart should be when he thinks of her now? When he realizes that he’s starting to forget the way light reflected off her crystals or her annoying laugh or even when she scowled at him with anger? He hopes Reave will tell her if only it means she might show her face to him again. obscene @Reave |