Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
Signs of new growth are everywhere in Beqanna and the darkness that had once swallowed them whole has started to become a distant memory. It’s not just the return of spring that suddenly blossoms across the land but a taste of magic as well. Obscene had not been the only one to fall asleep and wake up as something new. Magic mutated, abilities suddenly expressed themselves or simply appeared out of the blue. Deep in the redwoods his half-sister wakes to find herself with a shiny new horn and bright jungle flowers entangled in her thick mane that never wither or die. Some of his friends go through their own magical awakenings and the Pampas themselves seem to bloom brighter with the Fae Prince that now walks amongst their blooms.
And while the land seems to blossom with magic, Obscene absolutely thrives.
He takes to being Fae with ease having been part of their community for so long. The nectar runs endlessly in his presence, the red “party” flowers seem to pop up in larger clusters among the hollyhocks and poppies. It was by accident that he discovers exactly what being Fae could mean. His run-in with Sunlights fire had been the first. Steve had helped confirm that it wasn't merely a fluke. He had been feeling particularly impish and had decided to mess with Steve. Sneaking up on the mammoth by prowling up a hill above him had been easy. Kicking rocks at the beast had probably not been his smartest idea but it had been hilarious to watch Steve’s confusion as debris and stone rained down on him. What wasn’t so funny was the large rock that Steve easily pulls from the earth with his trunk and flings back over the hill at his attacker. It plows into the dark stallion, bruising his chest and cutting the sleek black flesh from his broad breast to his shoulder. A sharp exhale of pain escapes him, sounding dangerously close to a hiss, as he staggers back. Annoyance and pain reflect in the dark crimson of his eyes as he looks down at himself, inspecting the damage. Blood drips from the ragged exposed flesh, an ugly injury. As his muzzle runs over the wounds, a soft light emits from his touch and he watches with bright eyes as the flesh begins to cauterize and knit itself back together. In a few seconds the wound is gone and not even a scar marks what had just happened, the ache in his chest vanishing until he feels completely normal again. Low laughter escapes the Prince as he barks over the hill, “Well played Steve!” and he continues to laugh as an answering trumpet echos over the valley.
Becoming fae has eased some insecurity inside of him but others are woven deep into the fibers of his very being, almost impossible to pluck out. He still wears his cruel armor like a shield around the broken parts of himself, finds his tongue is only sharper but now he chokes on words that wish to form a lie and discovers that constructing hidden truths is a lot harder than he had realized. A skill gained, a skill lost.
It’s time, he realizes, it’s time to take his place in the game. He is no King so the responsibilities of kingdoms do not fall so heavily on his shoulders but he does wear a crown of sorts and rumors of the Prince and the Pampas have spread through the rest of the world. It seems he will have to make a little effort in this chess match of politics. It is Aela he chooses as his companion for this visit. There’s a thought of asking Werewolf (making him a diplomat was easily one of the best pranks yet) to come as well but having the two of them bickering wouldn’t do today. Not today. The golden mare has easily fallen into his confidence and with her experience in Pangea he knows she will make a suitable ally on this excursion.
It is dawn when they set out towards the border of Loess, an easy trek as the lands merge into each other. He takes a drag of nectar and a heady whiff of pollen before they set out, feeling more comfortable when he's slightly buzzed. Offspring had stepped down from his rule in Tephra right before he had been born but he remembers his father’s lessons well. He also easily recalls proper etiquette he had watched and soaked up like a sponge in that short time of living in the ashland. So they halt at the beginning of the tall winding cliffs and he allows Aela to make the call deep into the ringing canyons that announces that they have finally come to pay a visit. He had rather hoped this elusive Queen would have come to see him first but the exchange with her servant (easily rankled that one) had been heated enough that he wouldn’t doubt his offer of “fun” had been conveniently left out. His scarlet gaze sweeps the towering dusty rocks with his usual look of disdain, strands of molten gold and the darkest ebony fall in waves against the sleek of his neck as a breeze runs soft fingers through his hair. A single tall pointed ear turned in the direction of Loess, the other turned to her as he glances at Aela with a smug smirk and a glitter in the depths of red.
This meeting would at least be anything but boring if they had any say in it.
Obscene
@[Aela] let me know if I should change anything <3
@[Oceane]
@[Cheri]
@Any It's a party ;p