Visions of your pretty face send me into hyper space
Caught up in a palentary world
There was a crispness to the air.
Breathing in, Veil's eyes slid shut, closing off the galactic pink from the world. Her mind was fluttering with half-developed thoughts and emotions, of excitement as hot as a burning supernova, with curiosity to see and explore that shot through her mindscape like a comet passing through the system. Unknown. New. Different. Exciting. While she was beginning to understand more words, her thoughts still consisted mostly of emotions rather than words themselves. Experiences and imagery and connections were made that didn't yet have words assigned to them. It was the same thoughts she got when visiting the other lands. Day always made her imagine Jane's smiling face, the warm of the sun, the spices in the air coating her throat. How Veneror Peak made her think of bitter coldness like deep, deep space, of strength and pain and expanses of ivory.
It was easier for Veil to think with images.
At least for now, while she didn't have the words to support those thoughts. Her wings extended out, and as she opened her eyes, she allowed herself to free fall from the cliffs in Solterra. The rushing of the wind, as she plummeted, star dust swirling around her like a meteor briefly before her smile brightened her features and with a powerful downward thrust, and the angling of her body, she soared. Wings carried her higher, higher through the air. She could feel it growing colder, air growing denser, heavier, oxygen lower, and her eyes narrowed, carrying her further still, trying to break her last 'highest point'.
It was an ongoing challenge, trying to break the atmosphere, break the pull of gravity around her, break out of the planet's hold and return to the stars.
But like every time before.
Every. Single. Time.
She fell back.
The ice that clung to her wings, the way she'd stopped breathing, she'd struggled to climb inch by inch, before she could climb no more. With a heavy sigh of defeat, gravity wrenching at her wings, she angled her body back to the ground, and she let herself . . . fall. She didn't flap a wing, she didn't move a feather, instead she seemed to relax into the embrace of gravity, her eyes watching the sky above her, as the darkness, the clouds whipping past her, growing more blue, brighter as she descended through the air. The fall hurt almost as much as the shock of oxygen to her systems once more. But the star didn't care, her heart was tearing up in disappointment, as she finally let her wings flare, and carry her through the air, rather than plummeting. Catching an updraft she allowed herself to soar, a shooting star as she crossed through spaces between courts.
She wasn't ready to go home defeated.
Instead the star touched down on the mountain range, her gaze dancing through the trees, star dust trailing form her form, creating a wafting cloak that shimmered in the colors of the galaxy painted against her hide. Her galactic gaze glanced around curiously. She'd visited Denocte before, the odd lands calling to her like the silent lure of space yearning her home. She might live in Solterra, but she craved the quiet acceptance of Denocte. But it was the first time in the mountains. She moved with soft, light steps, wings tucking up against her sides, as she wove between the trees, listening to the soft sounds of the animals, birds twittering between the trees, and slowly a smile touched her muzzle.
She might not have made it to space again.
But Veil was slowly falling in love with Novus.
And it hurt less each time she returned to the ground.
FROM THE MOUTH INSIDE THE MIND
@Alecto Notes:: So, here's my sweet Veil. The land-bound star haha.
Breathin' in you give me air, I'm living on your solar flare
Could you be my super nova girl?
Heat runs fingers down his spine, creeping along the sweat that drip, drip, drips steadily along his ribs. Golden hair is tied elegantly at the end of a braid, held at bay with a small golden clip. His tail is looped and braided, delicate pins and baubles threaded into place, others keeping it in place where it would stay for the celebrations. Not even weeks of travel from Denocte could keep the mysterious man from feasts and sellers, from an open market full of new cultures and gems both living and dead.
Stopping in a pub, the clay still cool from the night, he orders some spiced drink or another and sips on it as the heat begins to die down. When the afternoon cools and the torches are lit, he finds his way into the stalled streets once more.
Laughter is a balm over the scrapes from desert sand. Chatter is constant, a humming like that of a bird's wings, filling any spaces left around him. This place is alive and full of magic as a new sovereign takes the throne. Of course, who the king of the sand is or isn't doesn't truly interest Alecto. Politics, he's learned, is not a place he is ready to dip his toes into yet. So he does not. Instead, the man drifts among the people.
When they stop him for a laugh or a drink, he is swift to join them with an easy grin.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, another stall is set up. Behind it, a man of tan and ebony smiles with his wares. They shine as the sun in the sky, imbued with nothing less than a love for his very craft. Stopping, the Denoctian steps nearer the vendor and offers his own smile. "Are these jewels local, or do they come from far-off lands?" And it is hard to tell if he is talking merely of the precious gems and wares on display, or of the man responsible for them himself the way he eyes them both - a gleam, interest, something elusive and enticing.
Posted by: Alecto - 10-31-2021, 12:33 PM - Forum: Vitreus Lake
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range blossoms across the land on the other side of the lake, leaves taking red and purple hues, yellow patches and sunset tones bickering back and forth in the wind, and Autumn sweeps through all of Novus. One tree at a time. Soon they will all fall. It is best enjoyed, the man has found, in the light of the setting sun. When that golden hour is upon the world, washing everything in a final sigh before the last breath is gone with the light.
Alecto stands at the edge of the water, listening to the whisper of the breeze as it laps against his skin. The water's surface does not move. Perhaps there is some Guardian that watches over the Vitreus, stilling even the harshest of winds before they reach the surface, and only when some great and small creature from within touches the top are ripples ever-present. The stillness, he thinks, is as beautiful as it is eerie. Over the glassy reflection, the sun is a fire reflected. Two suns dying. Twice as bright and tragic.
He thinks of his sister.
He wonders if she is well.
Then, his thoughts move on. Flowing as the water from the great Arma mountains, continuous no matter the heat and chill. Traveling as time does, forward, every forward. Because Alecto cannot go back… There are places in his past he can never return. Not yet. Not like this. So he dreams a better dream and creates a reality beside the water as the light dies.
There are two suns that burn out, but he is still a blazing pyre.
It had been a wild few days. It had been weeks ago that Israfel had asked her to be her queen. Yet it hadn’t become a reality until just a few days ago. You couldn’t simply promote someone to such a rank so easily, there were logistics to figure out. Especially when none of the courts had ever had a second sovereign. Not until now. They needed to see if the court would oppose, but quietly, without causing a stir. But it was official now.
She had stayed at the clinic a few more days, warning her patients that she would be closing, and then she put up a sign saying so. Her stuff was still there for the most part, but she had moved into the citadel with Israfel. It was everything she could have ever hoped for and more.
But there was so much to do. She had to go introduce herself to all the sovereigns, let them know. And in terms of administratives… There was so much. Events to plan, laws to uphold. It was exhausting, and she relished in it. But she needed to start making her introductions. Terastella would be her first stop, the easiest, she already knew Liam as a friend.
She left early, before Israfel was awake. She didn’t intend to stay the night in terrastella, but it was a long walk, and she was a slow traveller. She brought Yara and Mithra with her, letting Yara press up against her while she ambled along, Mithra bounding ahead as their sentry. They had grown so much since she had first found them, both developing such different personalities. Often she wished she could speak to them as she had to Picoro. He still hadn’t come back to her.
The timing was poor, what with the weather getting colder, and the days getting shorter. It wasn’t the best time for her to be travelling between courts, but she didn’t want to delay her trips until spring. This was important.
She dipped her head to the guards at the door of Dusk courts citadel, before heading in. She waited a moment for one of the employees to notice her. “Luvena” she introduced herself. “Queen of Denocte. I am here to see Liam, if you would care to take me to him” they were quick to return the gesture, dipping their head far lower than she had, before turning and leading her down a series of hallways. She thanked them, for tapping softly on the wooden door.
The fight with the Teryr had left him winded and damn near broken . Battered , but not beaten down . Nothing would take him down that badly . Nothing could really shatter his spirit , though it feels lately like a lot of things are attempting to do that .
All because he had to kick a fucking statue . Serves him right , he thinks .
Maybe he does need to burn his bridges , and become the villain that everyone wants to think Solterra of so badly . Give in and twist himself inward and bring Solterra to a wartorn state again . He had had hope that maybe they could get back to their roots . To touch on what was once a proud people , protective of their own . Warriors at heart but not bloodthirsty dogs . It gets tiring after a while when nothing seems to go that way , however . When recent history has turned them into nothing but warmongers .
His ears twist back atop his head , and he presses his hooves down slightly , feeling the ache in tendons and muscles along his legs as he breathes shallow , and then deep , sucking it in through his teeth and fighting through the pain of broken ribs .
They wanted warmongers , he should give them warmongers . They're all so determined to see them as nothing but , as villains . To paint him and Solterra in a bloody red light , as if their shit didn't stink . As if their own Sovereigns had never done anything terrible , like locking away their Courts from the rest of the continent of Novus , for starters or setting fires to forests and harming far too many lives .
Leviathan closes his eyes , feeling the bubble of rage in his belly , smoldering and old . He's just tired .
His head tilts , and he feels the press of interest against his mind . Slowly , he opens his eyes to look at Enyo as she stands in front of him , claws picking at the ground as she chirps at him , tilting her own head . He only leans , and preens at the feathers on her head out of a habit borne of when he had once had wings . An age old instinct that never faded , even when he had been gifted a body for only the ground .
" Maybe I shouldn't give in , hm ? Giving them what they want will only spur them on . " His eye softens , and he slowly lays his titanic bulk down on the floor with a soft grunt instead , letting her crawl on him as he sighs out . " What do you think of roaming for a while , Enyo ? I think we can do that . " And as always , it turns back to simply dropping his crown and giving it all up instead . Accept the failure and move on .
Everyone hated him as it was , why not disappear for a while ?
After her meeting with Luvena she'd wanted nothing more than to sit in silence and wallow in all the emotions she'd built up. Mainly she wanted to stare off into nothingness, think of nothing and just be. She wanted nothing more at that moment to just exist within the quiet and be a blank canvas with no thoughts. Perhaps it'd be more accurate to say that she wanted to be alone to process all she had been told, all that she'd had to face, and everything she would need to face later on.
Io crumpled in on herself when she positioned her body close to the waters, staring into the reflection of the clear blue sky and bathing in the empty silence. She'd chosen a slightly lifted area of earth to keep herself dry while she watched the still surface with something resembling a mixture of anger and sadness bubbling up in her throat. If she hadn't cried herself into oblivion with Luvena she might have started to cry now, but nothing came from her besides a heavy sigh with an annoyed twitch of her ear. Io knows the emotions burning in her are aimed at no one but herself, something she doesn't really want to deal with. At least not right now, not while she's alone. While it's true Luvena is here, someone she's called sister, she'd admit she still feels alone here. Alone and cold from the ever present knowledge that she's done this to not only herself but others.
Her thoughts wander away from Luvena to Gaston, making her frown while her ears tip back for a moment. Somehow, by a miracle, that poor Pegasus has dealt with her bullshit time after time while she's been running away. Looking down at her reflection Io lets out a frustrated sigh, bordering on a groan, she's tempted to toss herself into the water and pretend like everything will wash off. God, a note. I left him a note. I couldn't even go see him either. If her meeting with Luvena had been that painful she doesn't want to think of what it could be like with him. Especially since the last time they'd met Io had been crying while heavily marinated in rum. Standing up she's careful not to disturb the water too much when she begins to walk along the edges of the lake, barely paying attention until she registers a familiar shadow.
Pausing in her steps her curled ears swivel around, trying to locate where exactly he is, with her eyes locked on the shadow. "For the absolute love of God please don't tell me you're here to lecture me about leaving notes."
"Talk." IO'S NATIVE LANGUAGE, HOVER OVER ME Thoughts Chandrakant
Tags » @Gaston Voice »Liv Tyler as Arwen OOC » <3 i'm sorry this took me forever and is not my best -cry-
io kairavi
I KEEP CALLING OUT YOUR NAME
SO YOU KNOW I'M STILL HERE
Time seemed to slip away, the little mare focusing on her duties as a healer. The new magic that sparkled in her blood made her job interesting. Perhaps something she should bring up to her mentor. If anyone could help her to master it, it was Lu. Rising from her bed, Pol found herself sorting through her stores and humming softly.
Warming water, she selected a few various herbs to put together for a pair of teas. Shaking her head, the young mare danced through the simple production of her thoughts. Selecting two larger cups that she could take with her, she began settled in to make the tea satchels.
For herself, Pol mixed mint, chamomile, and feverfew. Something that would help with the arthritis in her tail and calm the nerves of the little mare. She had yet to see Lu since meeting Liatris and she was still struggling with how to tell her mentor. For Lu, she struggled a bit to sort out a mix that would help. Feverfew for sure, a dash of chamomile, a bit of ginger, a dash of mullein for her cough. Rather than her typical mint for a base, Pol used a chocolate mint plant to create the body of the tea for Lu.
Once the water had heated, she poured it over the satchels in the mugs and began her trek to the clinic. She had a bag of various dried herbs to boost Lu’s stocks, as well as the teas and a warm blanket that she had found in the markets. The colors were rich and reminiscent of an aurora in the night sky.
Reaching the clinic, Pol used one of her front hooves to knock on the door. The little mare waited patiently for her mentor to open the door, telekinetic magic holding the two teas as she took a quick sip of hers.
"Speaking"
@Luvena Notes: She still hasn’t decided how to broach subject, so she is avoiding XD <3
There was a hole in her heart, a pain that the fae wanted to escape. She had done it all. She was not where she should have been. She left her court to fall into ruin. All of those thoughts echoed through the chasm that now lingered where her heart had been. Lifting her head, cold eyes gazed at the beings around her. There was something that spoke of the unseelie princess within her. Her mane was bound up in a fierce updo, all of the color she usually flaunted hidden within the ebony swirl. Her tail was bound, once again hiding the colors. A black mare, her happiness hidden far under the chasm.
Even her legs were wrapped in black cloth, matching the cloak that she was wearing to obscure her wings. As if the impish being was now a wrath in the darkness. Fitting for where she was emotionally. The only bits that were visible and not liquid night were on her face, though the features that sported the white and green were frozen in aloof indifference.
This was the mare that stalked through the night markets. The mare that was seeking nothing but cool drink and the oblivion that came from too much of said poison. She was in pain, her heart feeling like it had been ripped from her chest. Alcohol seemed to dull the pain, help her through the days. She had not seen her cousin since their conversation. She didn’t want to. The guilt that she felt had dulled her acidic eyes, broken the impish spirit. Only her own vanity kept her coat and locks looking their best.
Finally finding a place that would serve her, Syn found a darkened corner to watch the beings as they went though their happy lives. There was pain in watching, though it was easier to watch than to try to take part. Sighing softly, she ordered a strong drink and let her worries fade under the buzz that washed through her.
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"Speaking." Notes: This is after her conversation with Caelum about what happened at home.
Slow and deliberate steps hit the terrain like heavy boulders, dusted with snowy kisses from ivory feathers, all sweeping at once about his hooves like soft escorts seeking stillness against motion. Eyes like deep cerulean emeralds, hooded by his wavy, unkept forelock of raven and silver, some matted together while other curlier pieces sticking in every direction along his poll and crest. The stagnant air grew around him, slowly engulfing the blue and white boar with soft curls of a warmer spring breeze. The season had still just begun, and the battling of winter and spring was wreaking havoc on the thawing earth.
The path grew more muddy and wet, a slickness becoming rampant under the heavy weight of his draft build, and far less supportive. Hefty but strong the boar slowed his pace, making sure his hooves weren't slipping from underneath his heavy figure too quickly. Tense, he focused on the scent of the lake not but ten yards in front of his path. A thirst propelling him towards the body of water with little interest in potential threats, even those involving gravity...
"Shit!" he quietly mumbled the exclaim to himself, feeling the winter mud give way at his front footsteps, "Umph!,"his knees peddling half-heartedly to keep him upright before giving in to his apparent fate to fold like a lawn chair into the slurry below him. He tensed as he went down awkwardly to his side, quickly picking up speed while sliding down a small embankment towards the lake, his auditories folding back and his eyes closing as branches and leaves slapped him in his face. As he came to a stop at he shore, his body had already succumbed to his fate, completely caking the stallion in a dirty mess of brown -- clumps of grass and muddy sticks and rocks now plastered to his face and body. "You can't be serious." mumbled the boar, clearly irritated by his own luck murmured annoyingly to himself while glancing around his surroundings only to have his attention caught by another, much closer to him than originally noticed.
chill out, what you yellin' for? lay back,
it's all been done before and if you could only let it be
The mare could feel the constriction in her chest.
It was to be expected. Caelum didn't like telling her story. Especially not in one go. Not in one sitting. Not in one day. Not all at once. It hurt, it hurt more than she could say, and she had bottled up so much of that heart, so much of that pain because she had to focus on Syn. Syn was going through her issues now. Syn, who had just heard she could never go back home. But it was crashing against the shore, the waves of turmoil that threatened to suffocate her entire soul now. She knew what she needed; almost as much as she knew, the steady warmth against her chest told her that the soul in the red gem would have her back no matter what. She urged herself forward, urged her hooves to keep falling, ignoring the flowers that bloomed behind her, the tiny drooping purple hyacinths that seemed to crowd her hooves. She didn't want to acknowledge that meaning.
She didn't want to acknowledge much of anything.
And she knew that wasn't okay, knew that wasn't what Luvena would want for her, which is what led her to her friend's door. She thankfully was left in relative peace as she moved along the back roads, her wings drooped, her usual smile missing for a troubled, forlorn look. Those who saw her knew someone was wrong and kept their space from the mare, clearly on a trek to her destination. A few whispered reassurances of where they had last seen Luvena helped lead the way, but she could feel their concerned gazes as well. Hardly surprising, she mused slightly; she had become quite a face in Denocte. Who knew it would make one of her bad days so much worse.
Caelum hesitated at the door before her forehead bumped against it.
She didn't knock right away, instead of taking a few deep breaths, trying to soothe some of the ruffled edges herself before she allowed her hoof to knock against the door a few times, "Lu? Are you in?" Did her voice really sound as meek as she felt it did? Did her countenance really appear as close to breaking as she felt she was? "I need a place to just hide in for a bit." She didn't even know if she was ready to talk about it. But, she always felt safe with Lu, hidden from the world when she needed to just collect herself, where Caelum knew she would find no judgment, a place to sort through her thoughts, and Lu would offer suggestions and help, and when she left . . .
Caelum always felt a little more whole.
"Speech" Thoughts
@Luvena Notes: I figured she'd just show up and kinda collapse on some pillows somewhere and just be all 'distract me. Tell me 'bout you first.'
you would see, i like you the way you are
when we're drivin' in your car, and you're talkin' to me one-on-one
