[AW] someone purer [relic contest]

[Damascus]

D A M A S C U S

FALLEN OUT OF BED FROM A LONG & WEARY DREAM

What little light escaped over the dunes had seemed to stain Damascus in a wondrous shade fold gold as he approached the final building in his search. All the other courts had been searched high and low, their castled raided and peaked through and through. If he was to find the relic surely it would be here in the land of the sun.

His footsteps remained urgent yet not with haste as he pawed gently over the sand, so softly in fact that hardly a trace was left upon it before it was swept away by the peachy dusk winds. His monolithic tail, however, was easily caught among the fray and it's own trail was easily distinguished from the one made by the shallow pitter-pattering if his hooves. As it slid behind him, heavy as a snow sled, it brushed the surface off the sand and revealed anything that might hide underneath.

Soon sheltered 'neath the shadow of the Day Courts goliath structure, the colt gazed through his starry eyes with a peculiar awe as he observed it and how it stood among the grassy dunes without any signs of sinking below or crumbling against the wind. How he wished he was that strong.

love, space

[Nimue]

She wasn't crying. Not intentionally. The sand swept into her eyes, causing her to eyes to leak fat, unwelcome salt tears. She looked pathetic, or if miraculously she didn't, the mare surely felt like it. The rosy dame let out an annoyed puff through her nostrils, pawing at the dunes. She had once witnessed many lands such as this when she was once a watcher, but now to actually experience it.. Nimue swore. By the gods, she disliked the sea of sands.

However, her quest for treasure brought her here. A wanderer at heart, a loner by choice, and a witch by blood, she traveled. The mare marveled the sun-baked dunes from a far, admiring in their beauty. But a picture was simply better left untouched. And she regretted this decision with distaste. Her greediness and self-fulfilling motives were her only salvation. Find the relic, and keep it as her own prize for information. To the gods themselves or whoever could give her what she wanted most.. her lost immortality.

So Nimue drifted, her throat dry. She watched with her one blue violet eye as the light faded and the edges of the dunes began to glow a molten gold. Her blind side only saw shadows as the evening drew darker still. Until she saw a shape materialize, an inky figure moving several meters ahead of her. Nimue stopped, curious. Watchful. She gave little thought to where she was, but still she stood still. Waiting. Watching.


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OOC: I hope you don't mind me jumping in with Nim c:

[Damascus]

D A M A S C U S

FALLEN OUT OF BED FROM A LONG & WEARY DREAM

It was the skate of sand to the rear of his ear that alerted him to another's presence, and as he turned his coal cranium he noted the shorter stature of  doe. Were he truly of age and ripened into manhood his eyes might wander, though with his innocence maintained his gaze remained affixed curiously upon her face. 
"Try you scare to me?" He questioned, tossing his nose to his left with suspicion as his gaze narrowed upon her. How the witchy-like woman had snuck up so silently and cat-like only caused him to grow wary, though truly full of wonder. 

"Damacus scare easily not" the boy would then press, taking a lofty step forward. The young brute's confidence was displayed easily in his puffed chest and wings held away from his ribs, causing the mammoth-sized child to appear even greater.  "Do you what in land of Days? Relic in search you of?" Damascus soon came to ask, opting for a gentler tone and query rather than continuing with the tough facade.

Soon his starry eyes crossed back to the temple, a frown creasing over that same gaze as his eyes narrowed upon what he hoped was the location of the Relic - he had already come so far, searched so many places. Surely it had to be here.

love, space

[Nimue]

The witch child did not mean to frighten the young brute. She stepped forward gracefully, her hooves careful on the god-forsaken sand. The ebony colt looked at her with a curiosity that reminded the femme of her herself when she was of a naive, mortal age. Her forelock fell over her blind eye, so she trotted up to him and faced her with her right side perpendicular to his. He tossed his nose and narrowed his eyes questioningly at her. And with good reason -- she was in a foreign place, an outsider in these lands. She came her of her own accord, but as far as she knew, there was no current ruler here. The youngling was not of age yet, so far she could tell. But at least he listened to instinct when strangers arrived unexpectedly.

The rosy mare let the side of her mouth twitch upwards into an amused grin. His confidence was a welcome fresh breath of air. And oh, she marveled at him. She was not the cradle-robbing type, but the mare couldn't help but blink at the sight of his wonderous wings. The brute was larger boned in stature, and his wings.. she had not seen a sight like that here in this world before. 

Nimue leaned her head to the side. She weighed her morality -- to lie to a child or no? Again, she was a stranger here. To be honest of her intentions, perhaps, or to spin a little truth into a white lie? So many options. Oh! The youngling had mentioned the relic. Maybe he knew where it was located? His luck might run better than her own. The mare licked her bottom lip and smiled sweetly. "I'm looking for something. A relic, maybe? I have not looked here quite yet. Have you any luck?"