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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


    nothing's only words; family
    #1
    It had been so heartbreaking to loose Rosalind, especially so soon after gaining her. It had been so exciting, so fulfilling, to be able to have that part of her soul visible and alive. It had been amazing to be able to interact with that part of herself. And when the magic had been ripped away from the land and Rosalind had disappeared, Eira had felt like a part of her soul had disappeared with it.

    But she knows that how she feels must not even begin to compare to how Weir feels.

    She’d only had Rosalind for a few months, but Weir had had Darwin for years and years. To have that suddenly disappear? She can’t even begin to imagine.

    So when he had turned away from the Dale, she’d understood. The place is too painful now, too full of memories of the life he and Darwin had created there. It would be impossible for him to continue living their happily.

    So, despite her love for the kingdom, she had gone with him when he had left.

    It’s been a quiet life in the Tundra so far, her days spent playing around with the girls in the snow. She has no desire to take part in the ranks of the kingdom here, and neither does Weir. So their lives are quiet and pleasant, well, as pleasant as can be expected given their losses.

    She only wishes there was something that she could do to ease his pain.

    And today … today she hopes that she has something that will. Something that will make him smile, if only a little.

    Only hours before, in the peaceful isolation of one of the Tundra’s caves, she’d given birth to their fifth child together - a beautiful little chestnut girl that looks so like her sister Lumi. And now that the girl is on her feet and walking, Eira is out hunting for Weir. She wants him to meet the beautiful girl that they both created together.

    She nudges little Taiga along until they reach the center of the kingdom, and there she stops, letting the little chestnut filly rest against her side. She lets out a low call, hoping that Weir and the other members of their family are somewhere nearby.
    EIRA
    nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt



    @[Weir] @[Graeme] @[Newton] @[Neva]

    No obligation to reply to this (though Weir should :| ), just if you want a little family gathering. Smile
    Also please don't feel obligate to fast post, this can be as long lasting of a thread as you like. Smile
    #2
    WEIR
    Weir was good at pouting, wouldn’t you say so? The red roan had really taken the loss of his spirit animal to heart, how could he not? The bond between Weir and Darwin had been particularly special and he was devastated at the loss. So much so that he had picked up and moved away from the Dale, away from the memory and the hurt. Of course he could not truly forget Darwin but the absence of all their familiar hangouts helped immensely. The lack of wildlife was also to be considered, there were no turtles in the Tundra and for that Weir was thankful. The loss of Darwin had sucked all the happiness from the place he had known as ‘home’ for so long, Weir felt too deeply to just stay and ‘cope’.

    It’s his family that also needed to be thanked, to be acknowledged because they had followed. He knew that Eira had lost her spirit. Rosalind, as well but the children, they at least had been spared of the heartache. Good thing too, Weir wasn’t sure he could handle their little hearts to be broken, that might very well have been the thing to break him too.

    As it were Weir was doing okay, taking one day at a time and for the most part keeping to himself and his family. It wasn’t a terribly hard thing to do, even if the Tundra was growing, there were still plenty of empty spaces to find the isolation one desired. Today he wasn’t though, alone that is, he and Rowling were busy in the center of the Kingdom building. Constructing more like, a grand fort of snow and ice. They had only just begun, first having planned out the design for the day. Weir was busy creating lavish details on a tower, while Rowling was creating a wood-like appearance on a drawbridge. Course their fort needed a draw bridge he had told Mother, it would be the best one he ever made too.

    Against their building are swirls of snow and ice, billowing threads of blizzards that carefully twist and turn where they are directed. It is truly Magical the way the cold submits and creates where it is needed to, simply from the direction of two roan horses. Against the whistle of winds Weir can still hear a voice calling to him, a woman’s voice, the only woman’s voice in the world as far as he was concerned. He twists his russet neck to peer in the direction of the sound, squinting at the shape and color of Eira and whom he thinks is Lumi at her side. Rowling, noticing his Mother’s halt in workmanship, turns his dark little head in their direction as well. He is excited to show them the fort, squealing loudly for them to come, to come and see.

    “Eirrra,” Weir calls over the stretch of ice, sending with it a thin wisp of cool air to curl around their hooves.
    WINTER HAS COME
    #3


    Sahm was in the Tundra with Newton now. They were together again at last, and if Newton could change the situation for Sahm’s sake, he would. Newton felt peace when Sahm was beside him. They were not only lovers but also friends. Sahm knew Newton’s deepest secrets and visa versa. They exchanged sweet whispers at night while embracing each other in an eternal bound. Newton felt as if he fit perfectly within the curvature of Sahm’s neck. Their colors and fur blended together in perfect harmony. As Newton’s belly grew rounder Sahm grew more attentive. He conjured special food, and eased Newton’s aches with his magic. They were their own family.

    Besides the three of them Newton had a close bond with his parents and siblings and it was important that Sahm would be accepted amongst his larger family. One morning while peacefully leaning against Sahm, Newton heard the quiet call of his mother. ”Sahm!” Newton exclaimed. ”Did ya hear that?”

    ”Hear what?” Sahm said with a prick of his ears.
    ”That call….” Newton mused ”It’s my mom…”

    Sahm could immediately feel his gut begin to churn for he knew what Newton was about to suggest. Newton smiled and quietly laughed while nudging Sahm gently on the neck. ”You’ll be fine…they’ll love you just like I love you” He said before tickling Sahm’s neck with nibbling kisses. Sahm couldn’t help but laugh and tug his neck away before swinging his nose back to meet Newton’s forehead. He gave him a kiss and said, ”Okay…for you I’ll do anything”

    The two soon headed off in the direction of the sound. Newton led the way with great excitement, and Sahm tailed closely behind, admiring his lover as the strength of Newton’s body flew forward. The journey took little time, and soon the couple stood before Eira, Weir, and their other children. Newton stepped first to his mother and nuzzled her neck before going to his father and doing the same. ”Mother, father..” He exclaimed. ”I am happy to see I have another sister.” He gleamed. ”I also wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend, Sahm” Newton gestured toward the sabino stallion. Sahm stepped beside Newton, nudged his neck lovingly before speaking. ”Nice to meet you.”

    sahm and newton
    the magician and the ice shifter

    #4
    “Eirrra!” The oh so familiar voice rings out across the ice, and Eira’s face splits in a grin as she raises her head to look for the source. Oh, and there he is! Well, more like there they are - the blizzard clears somewhat, and Eira can see both Eira and little Rowling in the throes of creating what appears to be a giant ice palace. Typical.

    Eira can’t help but giggle as she turns to look down at the tiny filly at her side. “There they are Taiga, lets go meet them!” Gingerly, they make their way across the ice, Eira stopping every once in a while to ensure that Taiga’s wobbly new legs are finding safe footing.

    They walk until they are only a few feet away, at which point Eira stops and lets out a low nicker at her silly mate. “Your fort is lovely dear, but there’s someone here I would like you to meet.” She leans down to nuzzle at Taiga, before giving the girl a gentle push towards Weir. “Darling, this is Taiga. Taiga, this is your Dad.” Taiga for her part stumbles forward, then starts snuffling at the roan stallion with great interest. “Da?” The the little filly hiccups, and promptly turns into a snowman. Eira’s head cocks to the side, staring at tiny carrot-adorned snowman sitting where her daughter had been. “Well that’s new.” But not entirely surprising, considering her parents. “Sweetie can you change back?” The snowman begins to shake, and then POP, a little chestnut filly stands in its place.

    “That’s … interesting.” Eira’s heard turns to see that Lumi has managed to find them. She frowns momentarily at her older daughter as the girl peers in at little Taiga. She hadn’t failed to notice the faintest hint of jealously in Lumi’s voice. Of all their little family here in the Tundra, Lumi is the only one to have not inherited an ability from her gifted parents. And while Lumi is normally good at hiding it, Eira knows it rankles the girl some.

    She doesn’t have time to dwell on the matter however, as the sound of approaching hooves distracts her. “Newton!” She quickly steps forward to nuzzle her eldest with a wide smile, before stepping back to let the others greet him. As Taiga and Lumi step forward to whuffle quiet greetings at their brother, Eira finally notices the young blue and black stallion behind him. She quickly notices the warmth of feeling in the stallion’s eyes as he glances at her son, and she manages to put two and two together by the time Newton speaks up and announces the fellow as his boyfriend. “Welcome to the family Sahm!” She bobs her head in greeting, and her brown eyes slip from the stallion back her son … and down to a distinct swelling in his sides. She’s seen that before … in Weir. Like father like son ….

    “Are congratulations in order?” The thought of a grandchild makes her beam with enthusiasm. She just hopes the whole process won’t be as hard on him as it had been on Weir.
    EIRA
    nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt




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