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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life, for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.

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Character of the Season
Avdotya

Member of the Season
Jeanne

Thread of the Season
.. Cool your fever ..

Pair of the Season
Ipomoea and Messalina

Quote of the Season
Bexley gives him a cold, dark, beautiful smile. “Wanna see a trick?” she asks, eyes glowing with feral self-satisfaction. The bare of her teeth in a mock-grin is nothing less than terrifying. “I can make you see ghosts.” do the hungry ever sleep?

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Virun — Dusk Court Sage Signos: 5
▶ Played by Jeanne [PM] Posts: 7 — Threads: 5
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 4 — Atk: 16 — Exp: 10
▶ 6 [Year 495 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 19.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#1
✩ v i r u n ✩

but the fire is coming
so I think we should run



Blindness, she has learned, matters less in the air.

Massive violet wings snap in at the mare’s side as she dives along the sides of the cliffs, snapping them out to catch her only when she hears ocean spray thundering against the sharp rocks and feels the cool rush of droplets catching on her feathered coat. She spirals back up, then, wind whistling through her feathers. It isn’t quite like Virun to go cliff-diving; she is a rather delicate creature, not inclined towards an adrenaline rush or the nauseating jumps that her stomach makes when she crashes towards the open sea. Nevertheless, there she is,

free falling.

She wants to sit herself down on the cliffside, look herself firmly in the eyes (an ineffective but somehow amusing sentiment), and tell herself Virun, it is all going to be fine. If you would stop throwing yourself off of cliffs and instead direct your energy to summoning Celes, it would be better than fine, and faster. However, Virun knows that is a fool’s venture – she can’t feel the darkness, as she used to. It is blank and stale again. When she felt it, she could see into the other realm, the one that existed outside of sight; it was never the world in front of her, but she could make it into her world if only she asked her beloved companions. Now, there is no world but the one of which she has been robbed, the tangible, unseen world that pumps salt and sea into her lungs, a world that she can barely believe exists for her sightlessness. The sounds and the sensations are a disconnect. She can never quite piece together the puzzle, and-

You’re thinking too much again, Virun.

So much, in fact, that she nearly cascades into the sheet of (presumably) sharp rocks when she takes the next fall; she feels her primaries brush against their jagged tips when she pumps her wings to pull herself back up again. Silly, silly Virun. This is why they never let you outside – you can’t take care of yourself at all, you know. Grimacing, she rides the wind back up to the cliff’s edge, ears twitched forward to try and pinpoint where land meets sky by nothing but the sound of the wind howling against rough stone. She swoops down, down, down, long legs extending as she nears what she thinks is the ground. (From where she hovers, she can hear wind whipping through grasses.) Tentatively, she outstretches a long limb, and, finding solid ground, comes in for an uneasy landing; you’ve forgotten how to live without them, haven’t you? (It wasn’t as though she’d ever spent much time outside without them, either.)

At some point or another, she knows that she’ll have to make her way back to the Court; it’s only her own stubbornness and need for independence that pulled her from it in the first place. (She can’t stand being confined any longer – she feels caged, like her wings have been clipped off, every moment she spends constricted by those old stone walls.) For now, however, she stands on the cliff’s edge, long hair billowing in the wind as she stares out towards where she imagines the ocean meets the sky with eyes that cannot confirm or deny her suspicions.


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tags | @Toulouse
notes | sudden virun muse, or something




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FOR THE BLESSED GRACES PREFER TO LOOK ON ONE WHO WEARS FLOWERS
and turn away from those without a crown


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Toulouse — Dawn Court Commoner Signos: 20
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 3 — Threads: 1
▶ male [he/him/his] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 10
▶ 6 [Year 496 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16hh Bonded: N/A
#2
toulouse


It was surprising really, how loathe he suddenly was to leave the cliffside. He simply paced back and forth along the edge, seafoam eyes cast ever out to sea, as if by sheer determination he could bring back the ship that had abandoned him here, if only to prove that he had made it. They may have wanted him dead, but he was far too proud to let something like death inconvenience him and his plans.

True, the path up the cliffside had been long and hard, and he had nearly slipped in more than one instance. But, no one else needed to know that. He would lock it away in the recesses of his brain, out of sight, out of mind. He was practiced enough to know that eventually, even he would forget such a small, insignificant detail. It would be as if it had never happened.

The roaring of the waves filled his ears, and he let himself believe they were roaring because of him, because he had escaped their clutches just in time. The thought brought a smile to his face, triumph thumping in his chest—or was it only his heart? Did it make a difference? He thought not. The two went hand in hand, he was sure.

He stopped his pacing and faced the sea, a statue of defiance and recklessness. Here he stood, close to the precipice, as if willing to throw himself down at any moment, without a hint of fear or trepidation in his stance. He had made it free from the beach below already—why not try again, with a more interesting twist to it..?

So consumed in his thoughts was he that he almost didn’t notice how far he’d gone down the cliffside, having wandered into a new territory where he was not as alone as he’d first thought. There was a pegasus here, one who seemed to mirror his thoughts—only she had the wings to be able to stop herself from crashing amongst the sharp rocks awaiting their bodies below.

But he saw her now, landing in a less-than-graceful way that made him think that she had not grown up using her wings to their full potential. She stumbled and barely caught herself, but still she managed to, and something about the way she didn’t look around, didn’t seem to care if anyone saw, impressed him.

Then again, she might have just assumed she was alone, just as he had moments ago.

He watches from afar as she draws herself up, standing on the cliff edge as he was, staring just as defiantly as he. Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself, and turned and made his way over to the spot she stood upon.

As he walked, his expression and demeanor changed, morphing into a new persona entirely as he walked. The name of the person he’d stolen from escaped his mind—not that he cared who it was—a jovial man, with a beaming smile and sea-tangled hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed in days (and truly, it hadn’t.) He slipped on the new face like a favorite suit, comforting and form-fitting.

His smile almost faltered when he saw the blindfold tied around her face, obscuring her eyes. Almost.

Toulouse recovered quickly, pretending the hesitation in his step was due to a rather large rock that he carefully stepped around.

“You know, I’m sure it’d make for a far more interesting sight without a piece of cloth in the way,” he called out, a good few steps away still. “Only if you enjoy the ocean though, of course.” His tone was lighthearted still, as if there was nothing unnerving at all about a blindfolded mare cliff diving out here, all alone. 







the motherland don't love you,
the fatherland don’t love you.
so why love anything?

the faithless; they don't love you
the zealous hearts don’t love you.
and that's not gonna change.

ut deo.

@Virun <3
"here am I!"



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