for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
OOC: Kensa is prowling I'd like for her to meet up with someone a little darker, my good girl needs a bad boy or girl for a secret lover.
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] wednesday my empty arms were open
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for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. OOC: Kensa is prowling I'd like for her to meet up with someone a little darker, my good girl needs a bad boy or girl for a secret lover.
12-05-2018, 08:47 PM
Clayton Every Story Has Two Sides
He had spent everyday searching for her since the plague struck, risking the plague itself. His heart ached for her and after all that time, when he finally found her she comes with another stallion. The thought of the fiery stallion made his body itch with anger who the hell does that prick think he is? But then again, perhaps love isn't what he thought it was. If she did not want him, then he would go find someone else too, see how she likes it. He needed to get out of Hyaline, out of the cove, he needed to get fresh air, to clear his mind from the last interaction with the mare he pictured the rest of his life with. He decides to visit the forest, once again dancing with the devil and facing the plague head on. As he reaches the forest his mind is still ticking a mile a minute, he barely notices the mare in front of him but the scent of Hyaline forces his head up just in time. He slides to a halt his muzzle nearly brushing her own, maybe it is the scent of Hyaline but she smells lovely. It was almost a shame that he stepped back, giving him a full view of the mare. She looks different, more grown up, though her body is thinner than it should be and he wonders if she too has the plague. Kensa? He asks her, able to recall there encounter once before. What are you doing out here? He inquires, his eyes scanning the forest, she appears to be alone. Was she clearing her head for some reason as well? He senses frustration from her, it seems the two had more in common after all. @[Kensa]
12-05-2018, 10:30 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Clayton]
12-06-2018, 09:29 PM
Clayton Every Story Has Two Sides
Clayton she says his name, mostly shocked that they nearly collided, he was just happy she remembered him. It had been a long time since they had last seen each other, both of them were young and both of them have grown into mature bodies. He can only wonder what she would like like filled out, not so slender from what he suspects to be the plague. He asks what she is doing out in the forest to which she spins the same question to him, noting she figured he would be at the Cove. He tilts his head slightly, he would like to happily be at the Cove with Warlight, but he could not stand another minute in the Cove knowing Raul was there, knowing that the two had some sort of friendship. He snorts at the thought of the bastard and instead shifts his gaze back to Kensa, clearing his mind of all the negative thoughts. You smell like you've just come from there she says as she passes him, his head turns to watch her walk off. Perhaps he was so caught up with Warlight to notice the last time they met how pretty she really was. She walks off through the ferns, her hips swaying so effortlessly, his ears perk up with interest and he quickly chases after her. He catches up to the pretty chestnut, and gently nibbles at her hip as he catches up to her. I had to leave the cove, clear my head. He didn't care to get into the details, the less he thought about the situation the easier it would be to move on. Now then, why are you out here again? He circles the conversation back, curious why she was not in the safety of the Cove @[Kensa]
12-10-2018, 09:49 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Clayton]
12-11-2018, 08:35 PM
Clayton Every Story Has Two Sides
Her flirty display had quickly dropped and he could tell she was here to escape whatever issues she was having back in Hyaline. He had a similar occurrence, and that is what pushed him as far away from his home as possible, oddly enough he found home within Kensa. He strode beside her as she led them to a mossy opening, light flickered in allowing a perfectly well lit area to rest in. His gaze rested on Kensa, he could see the flicker of worry appear in her eyes, it was odd but being around her made him settle back into his calm nature. I suppose I'm tired of looking at an empty Hyaline she goes on to talk about how the home they had grown up in was now emptied, everyone fled to the Cove. His eyes twinkled with pain for a brief moment, the thought of Warlight with Raul flicked into his mind and his heart nearly shattered all over again. But he forced a facade, trying to keep all his issues to himself. You remember what it was like! and she was right. A smile tugged at his maw, and perhaps the first real smile since his outting with Will. He nods his head in response Yes! we were all so young then, like nothing in the world mattered. He wishes that he could go back to the day of the beach party, he was stuck to Will's hip, he didn't even want to attend the party, but he did for her. She had a way of gathering equines, instilling happiness in them, and she did exactly that on that night. Everyone was so happy and excited to be around each other, what he would do to go back to that night. Unfortunately they were all older now, and with the plague lingering they had to grow up a tad quicker. Each of them highly encouraged to pick up a caste to better the kingdom in there trying times. His gaze shifted to finds Kensa's I know things are hard now, but they will get better Kensa, we will return to Hyaline soon enough. He didn't know this for sure, but he truly believed it, the plague couldn't last forever. He extends his neck allowing his muzzle to gently rest on her cheek, nuzzling her in assurance. @[Kensa]
12-11-2018, 10:03 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Clayton]
12-12-2018, 08:25 PM
Clayton Every Story Has Two Sides
He attempted to ease the ache in the mares heart, and it seems he was able to do just that. A small appears on her maw, as she gently leans her head into his touch, a moment he always wished with Warlight, but seemed perfect right now with Kensa. She moves her maw perfectly, gliding it down until they were cheek to cheek, I'm sure you're right. She responds, it may not have resolved her fears completely, but hopefully helped her from the dark hole she had fallen into. He wonders if Kensa had been in the Cove since the Plague, he was not exactly sure who still remained with the Hyaline residents, and who had left. The next thought to trail his mind was if Kensa would stay....no matter the outcome of his relationship with Will Hyaline was still his home, and he could not abandon it. Your turn Clayton, why are you really here? She asks breaking the silence, a small smile tugs at his lips, he almost got away with it. She adjusts slightly allowing there shoulders to lean into each other, it was odd for him to feel so comfortable with someone he had barely known, but he feels like he has known her forever. A slight breeze would make it generally chilly, but with the warmth of Kensa's body and the beating sunlight he found himself perfectly content. With a gentle huff he finally responds to her question I...had an outting with a friend he says, carefully choosing his words. More like the love of my life...she didn't even know it. He thinks to himself, the thought of Raul flashes in his mind and his body tenses for a moment before he allows it to relax on Kensa once again. Kensa, why did it take this long to give each other a moment of our time? He pulls away slightly so that his head could find her gaze, an attempt at altering the conversation.They had lived in the same kingdom for a couple years if not more, yet they only had one interaction. Were they both that distracted in there own lives to take a moment to better know each other before a plague struck down on them. @[Kensa]
12-18-2018, 08:59 PM
for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Clayton] Sorry short but this is what she wanted to say.
12-28-2018, 07:56 PM
He asks why it has taken so long for them to talk like this, they had grown up in the same kingdom. If they hadn't been so caught up in there own worlds, they could have possibly shared a romance that he was so desperately running from.
You tell me Clay she says and as he lets there muzzles brush each other for a few more moments he pulls back with a smile, finding her gaze. She brings up the memory of the one time they had spoken, how quick he was to get away. He thinks back to that day, the meeting he had set in stone with Will. A day that would never fade from his memory, the day that he earned the scar that draped down his neck. I was lost in my own world I guess. Sorrow and regret fill his face for only a brief moment before he forces a smile once again. But no matter what happens when we return, lets promise to stay friends Kensa. Regardless of where there relationship went after tonight, he was tired of losing his friends. At the very least these two could stay civil whenever they return to there homes. @[Kensa] uhhh sorry this took forever. Feel free to wrap up, since so much has changer since this started. |
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