Visions of your pretty face send me into hyper space
Caught up in a palentary world
Her world was broadening.
Not necessarily from just her studies with Tori, although they helped, as the two would lay among the pillows of the library, and Veil would learn about the things the universe just didn't understand, didn't have concepts for. But what was really broadening her world was having come into her own. Remembering who she was was more than just her location. Around her voices spoke freely, excitement over the festival underway, and the star could cry with delight as the words came easily to her, filling her heart with joy to know what the sounds meant, to understand.
She eagerly skipped her way through the area that was being set up, her gaze dancing around the shops and booths, before coming to stand before the bonfire that would be lit later.
It was where she and Tori had arranged to meet up.
She was giddy with excitement, and not just from the knowledge she would be seeing Tori again. It was always a nudge in the back of her mind, eager for hours to pass by for their next scheduled lesson. She didn't understand why she was always so eager, the concepts of love and affection foreign to her on levels of intimacy and romance. But she knew enough to know Tori was precious, more precious to her than the stars.
And as a star, that was certainly saying something.
But, she needed to be patient, Tori would come when she came, and not a minute sooner, and to distract herself, even if she was practically prancing in excitement to spend the entire day with her dearest friend; she began to look over some of the nearby stalls, listening to the words encouraging her to purchase, to buy. Silky scarves that were so soft, she thought they were made of water. Trinkets that glittered in the sun. She did pause at a small collection of bells, playfully tingling a few, and laughing in delight at the melodic sound.
At the news that there was a shop providing such apparel for free for the evening later that night for dancers, Veil perked up.
She had heard about the bonfire and the dance that would certainly be part of it. She was still confused about the purpose behind this event, but with the knowledge that there was accessories to play with while dancing!? The star trotted back towards the bonfire pit, her steps swaying, light as air as she laughed to herself. "I wonder if Tori and I will be staying for the dance. It sounds like a lot of fun."
FROM THE MOUTH INSIDE THE MIND
@Torielle Notes:: Hi, yes, cute not-girlfriend bonding time :D
Breathin' in you give me air, I'm living on your solar flare
Could you be my super nova girl?
The slicing sound of shears would awaken Fever from her sleep, her body swiftly rising as if prepared to flee from an invisible predator, her legs screaming to run though they were bambi-like as she tried to reestablish her relationship with gravity - eyes wide with an unknown panic as the echoes of someone screaming bled into her ears. As she looked down upon her body she was marveled by the horror of long, black tendrils of hair slithering up her knees, no mouths or tongues yet the hair whimpered and wept as it weakly tried to reach her face; each voice a growing choral of distorted cries all saying the same words in different times until it deafened all other sounds:
You left us. You left us. You left us.
YOU. LEFT. US.
With a gasp, Fever breaches actual consciousness, and as her head swivels to find the sentient hair, she only discovers her own luscious tail encased around her acting as her pillow and covers. Sweat dewed at her brow, each haggard breath a sign of relief as she comes to the conclusion that she had simply been trapped in another nightmare. Despite the frequency of these dreams increasing, Fever could not reason why. Perhaps a shrink could provide her answers, a clairvoyant, someone more in touch with the other side.
A growing sense of dread and guilt boiled in the cauldron of her body, giving her a sense of nausea as she slowly elevates to her feet. Daylight had yet to crawl over the horizon, the kingdom of Solterra still blanketed by a soft, lavender dawn. The woman rises, goes through her morning ritual of oiling her body, whispering quiet and loving aspirations to herself, before leaving her room to begin her day. She did not wear her jewelry today, nor the keepsake from her mother.
With straight and unwavering purpose, she would saunter the barren streets and arrive at the Coliseum.
Ever since her return to Solterra, it had been on her ever-growing list of things to do - to go where the warriors go. And when she stepped inside the ring, a strange joy washed over her body, eyes twinkling as she imagined spectators lining the seats, calling out her name, barking at her to fight, and fight, and fight until she had given all the might she could muster. Her mother would be frowning right now, wherever she was, disappointed that her daughter would choose violence.
Violence was all she ever knew.
Fever was adept at hurting others, and for once she wished it to be praiseworthy. For some reason, unless she carried the title of battlemage or assassin, she would never be recognized as a fighter. She had been fighting all her life and it would never amount to anything.
Standing in the center of the ring, she would look up at the sky, a sudden tenderness on her face as she questioned why Solis would place all this anger, all this rage, all this misery in her if not to be used as a weapon. Did He find it funny? Was she just another jester to Him? Did He like to test her flexibility, how far would she bend before she snapped?
Fever fixed her jaw into a straight line, her demure metamorphosing into a sharpened glare.
Well fuck Him.
Haunted by nightmares of hair because of Him. Placed into this body because of Him. Scrubbed the blood off the pavement, learned to be subservient, watched those you loved be sold away, would never have a parade in her honor because she was born a slave - because of Him.
Today she chose to be warrior.
Today she chose to be a Solterrian.
Hardened by the sand and heat, fierce like the mid-day sun, unrelenting and miserable like a drought.
This was as much of her home as it was theirs.
She had a right to fight in this Coliseum like anyone else.
Abruptly, she would pivot and face the entrance, her ears pinned back, coiling and patient like a rattlesnake. Someone had to come here, a warrior certainly, some poor soul would be drunk on anger, aching for a fight just like she was, and when they chose to arrive, she would be ready with open arms and a dagger in her teeth. She would prove she deserved just as much glory and guts as any of the soldiers.
if i could grant you one wish
i'd wish you could see the way you kiss
Callynite
oooh, i love watching you baby
when you're driving me crazy
Her heart thundered in her chest, but it wasn't fear that caused it to race as she nuzzled her mate. Her gaze was warm, gentle; tender. His presence in her mind, the general sense that he was there had taken time to get used to, but she used this since to rouse him, poking and proding and filling his mind with love and affection, "Wake up, love boy." She whispers in one of his large ears, using her much smaller, more delicate antlers to prod the large buck again, before backing away before he could try to pull her back down into the bed.
"I want to play a game." Her words were softer, and this time, she allowed different flush of emotions to pass through their new bond, love, affection . . . and lust. "Find me, catch me, and I'll have a surprise waiting for you." She added in playful teasing, before her delicate hooves clattered away from their rooms in the citadel, and the sovereign laid down the challenge for her mate, knowing the combination of words and senses through their bond would finish rousing her mate quickly enough - and have him on her trail.
It was time for little cloven hooves to fill the citadel halls, after all. Small puffs of tail, and little nobs of ungrown antlers, and the feeling of a complete family. First of many if she had her way. She grinned as she left the citadel, left the lands of Dawn, and into Amare Creek. There she waited, her gaze shining, eager, as she saw the large black form approaching quickly, and she tilted her head, "Found me, now what are you going to do with me?" She teased, pulling him deeper into a small spot of seclusion she had found.
Warning for Language and Occasional mentions of abuse
“we were both created in chaos,
we were both born to destroy.
you were like death,”
The moment he'd felt his magic slip away Amrod had insisted that he go ahead of Lorcan and Aelfdene to scout out the lands. His reasoning had been simple: If the lands were violent it was better that only one of them go ahead while another stay just out of reach to keep Aelfdene safe. For the scarred man it had been hard to leave his family on the edges but it had made the most sense to him to go first. After all Lorcan was still sick, Aelfdene was still young, and Amrod was now unable to use his magic in case of a fight. He hated it though, absolutely, wholeheartedly, despised leaving them. And it showed, oh dear god did it show. His annoyance poured out of every single inch of his body, from his hooves to his ears. It showed in his eyes, the frown on his face, every single part of him screamed ''annoyed.''
He looks like he's not paying attention while he's walking across the plains; though if you knew Amrod you'd be able to tell that he is indeed paying attention. His ears twitch every few minutes, eyes jump from one place to the other, and his steps - though relaxed - are placed on the ground carefully. There's a deep rumbling hum in his chest when he twitches an ear at the realization that in this new lands he's also lost his connection to Lucius. Ah shit, if she finds Elain before us she won't be able to tell us now. If he had been human he would have been pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh and groan. "Why do the Gods hate me? It's like they enjoy causing pain to my soul." The words are grumbled, under his breath, and dripping in absolute annoyance.
From the corner of his eyes Amrod notices something he's never seen before: A large herd of bison. And it is truly large, large enough for him to suddenly feel ever so slightly thrown off in surprise. "What, from the bottom of my ass, the hell is this place?" Stopped in his steps he's too stunned to really care that he's said that loud enough for it to fill the formerly silent morning air. Besides, it's not like he was trying to be quiet anyways.
"Speech" SECOND LANGUAGE, HOVER OVER ME Thoughts Lucius
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OOC » Oop been a hot minute since I've written ammy
“and i was like war.
and where we collided,
darling, i loved you.”
Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one.
Sol woke with a start. He was in the inn, Jiri in the room beside them and Bel in his bed. The stallion should be surrounded with nothing but bliss, but he felt like there was something missing. Something that he needed to find. Laying still, he recalled the dream that had woken him.
The landscape was familiar, though no longer wrapped in an icy embrace. The canyon warm and still. Blood still littered the walls and floor, blood of himself and others, as well as the thick blood of the creature that they had fought. But it was not the battlefield that was calling to him. Further in the canyon, he had found a hidden cave. It was that finding that had called him, the moment of discovery shaking him from the hold of slumber.
Groaning softly, he nuzzled the mare beside him and got to his hooves. All he wanted was to stay with her, to enjoy their world as it was growing to become. Moving through the room, he exited and entered his daughter’s room. Jiri was still sleeping peacefully. A smile crossed his features and he went back to the room that he and Bel were sharing.
Crossing to the window, he watched the dawn colors spread over the sky. It was early, far earlier than he tended to wake. Even knowing that, he couldnt find it in himself to fall back into slumber. Instead, he watched the sunrise and listened to the soft breaths of the woman that he loved. The breaths of his mate. The one simple word was enough to steal his breath and he turned to smile at her.
"Speaking"
@Below Zero Notes: Figured this could take place the day after the ftb thread <3
Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one.
All morning, the pair had been searching for a new home. A place where they could grow their relationship. And that new home was something that Sol found himself still wary. What if it was some dream and he would wake and find it all back the way it had been? Such a change would probably kill him. At this point, he had officially given his all to the beautiful mare.
He had left earlier in the afternoon, claiming that he had an errand to run in regards to the house he was selling in dawn court. Rather than heading to dawn, he went to the night markets. There he found a selection of foods, ones that she would love and ones that he could eat without needing to think about trying to eat any meat. A variety of drinks and sweet treats.
Heading back to the swamp where Bel currently lived, he headed toward where she had been last. "Bel?" He called, eyes alert for the mare. There was an idea for where he wanted this picnic, and thankfully it wasnt far from the swamp. Not seeing her, Sol laughed and shook his head. Perhaps she was deep in the swamp with Yuki. Stopping at a tree close to where they usually met, he pinned a simple note to the bark before continuing toward Amare Creek.
My love,
We have been seeking all day.
Perhaps it is time for a break? I have
Gathered a picnic for us and will
Be waiting for you at Amare Creek.
-Sol
Smiling softly, he danced through the swamp and into the meadow around the creek. A soft smile crossed his lips and he found a place where he could set up the picnic and wait for her.
Link to the required Amare Creek "Fade to Black" thread:here!
How many total threads have they interacted in? 3 (including the amare creek thread)
What is the current IC season? spring
Are you using any items? under reliq: choose gender, twins , healthy pregnancy // under elain: guaranteed pregnancy
If the parents are of separate Courts, what parent will the foal live with? reliq lives in dusk even if he isn't an official member of dusk, so the foals will be in dusk
If the conception is successful, do you have an RPer for the foal(s)? yes. bri and me !
Is there anything else you'd like us to know? both foals will be fillies ! ( also Reliq has his immortality purchased before this thread so there is a chance of that , I think ? )
So it had come down to this . To a bubbling fear that coursed in his veins with the thrum of anxiety , the looming immortality that threaded into his very bones . He didn't want this , and yet here he was again . Immortal . Cursed to live the lifetimes that he thought had shaken away from him at last , only for them to drop back onto his shoulders again . He loathes it , and somewhat fears it . Would he lose Elain now , too ? As he had lost everyone else ? As he had watched all of it burn away ?
He draws in a breath , and forces it out through his lips again , shaking his head a little before he lowers it , gently nosing in against the pale kirin's neck instead , closing all of his eyes as he focuses on her instead . On this moment . Now isn't the time to worry about the far future . The near future , maybe .
" You aren't scared ? " He won't hurt her , and he knows he won't . But he still wants to make sure she's okay with this , and it shows in the intricate way his wings touch her , gently pressing against her sides , wrapping around her , around both of them . He runs his muzzle with a gentleness against her neck , touching steely scales with tender lips , and exhaling slowly .
Ears flick back , and he feels his heavy tail lift , curling toward her , resting against her legs , a gentle tap . Another exhale , and the worries of his immortality melt away as his tongue loosens . As his world narrows down to just her . He doesn't have to fear what happens , not right now . It's all just ... them . Only them .
" I love you . " A murmur , soft and sweet , against her ears as he presses in close , letting her be aware of every inch of his entire frame . All encompassing . Protective . Possessive . Loving .
what if the sky falls or the sun stops burning
we could worry about them what ifs
'til the world stops turnin'
or i could kiss you what if you liked it
The last week had been like trying to nail a screw into a rock with nothing but a piece of paper. She was really starting to worry that she'd been reading so much of the tensions wrong. That it really was one sided. That what she felt for him, the ache; was just on her side. That he really only saw the saurian woman as his patient, not . . . Not his woman. Even curled up under the stars, he never failed to prove he was such a perfect, candidate for a freaking angel, absolute celibate gentleman.
She wasn't flirting with a rock, she was flirting with a glacier. So cold she could burn herself on it. But when she felt just a little bit of a give in the armor, she dived in as quickly as she could, desperate to prove to him what was between them.
But tonight the air was alive with laughter. He'd managed his tent, even as she explored the stalls, keeping close enough to rush back to his side when the crowds became too much. But as the day darkened, as the bonfire was built, as the coming dance was called, she playfully trotted to his medic's tent, the sweet scent of wine on her muzzle as she dipped her muzzle over Gareth's back, nibbling on the bound locks of his mane.
She'd stopped obeying their careful distance a week ago, and in that same amount of time, she willingly reached out to him in such ease, that she was noticeably more relaxed. "The dance will be starting soon! Should I save you a dance, handsome?" The slightly tipsy maiden asks as she pulls herself from him. "I'll see you at the bonfire!" She promises, before sliding past him and out the tent.
She doesn't head straight for the fire, however, having been told about a small shop with clothing available for the dance. She enters slowly, looking over the shawls, veils, and scarves. It doesn't take her long, golden, slightly sheer scarves tied around the bindings in her hair, the jingle of the bells sewn into the fabric chiming. A shawl that flickers like fire is draped over her back, around her wings. She spins in the mirror and smiles at the way the fabric swirls around her, tiny anklets with bells in her limbs making each step chime in tune with the bells in her hair.
She eagerly heads to the bonfire, already hearing the barda having start up in song. Her gaze glances around, and she frowns to note Gareth isn't here yet, but she chooses not to focus on that, already swaying the the music. Her talons scrape along the laid out stone to keep the meadow protected from the fire, and some of the dancers give her a little more space.
She hardly notices, swaying and spinning, sometimes on two legs usually on all four. Sparks kick up in time with the bells, the fabrics draping her body floating around her, a playful smile on her face as she dances with the sparks
well we ain't never gonna know unless we try it
what if I was made for you and you were made for me
what if this is it what if it's meant to be
what if i ain't one of them fools just playin' some game
what if i just pulled you close what if i leaned in
and the stars line up and it's our last first kiss
what if one of these days baby i'd go and change your name
what if i loved all these what ifs away
