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there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Hurricane - 06-01-2017 He has lived ages, seeing others come and go while he has never grown a day older. He has seen thousands fall and mountains crumble (something he never wishes to see again). Sometimes he has wondered if the end of the earth is near, but it has not yet come. He also sometimes wonders what would happen to him when the end does come, when Beqanna has grown tired and finally falls into the abyss. Will his eternal life bleed from him and death finally claim him? Will he fall away into the abyss with his home, to remain forever trapped there? Or will he simply float in the great emptiness of space, until his frozen body crash lands into some foreign world and he awakens once more? there is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die Hurricane @[Spink] apparently he's super angsty today :| RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Reagan - 06-01-2017 so you want to play with magic?
The shadow he casts is a great one, and her body tingles with even the presence of him. Here in the bowels of the darkest parts of Beqanna’s forests were her domain, and she does not get many visitors here. Her home, such that it was, had diminished greatly. Her presence here, once great and glorious, was filtered down to a very weak sense of power that she was only just now re-learning to control. Upon her body, the scars that rippled down her sides—a final gift from a man who was so buried in his own anger and hate that he could not see love on the end of his own nose. Her eyes, she has turned them into a haunting purple grey color that sticks out against the dark, and from her place in the brush, she can smell him coming. And his bitterness… you should know what you're falling for. His immortality. There were not many that were as old as they were anymore. The ones who remember the way life was…before. To live life and have no end goal, allowing the days to grow restless and tedious—it was a boredom she knew well. And while she had gone to outlive her children, and grandchildren, she herself remained. Her life force drove onward like a storm—and she was never-changing. The one time she had deigned to try, she had earned herself these scars. A hard smirk set upon her face, and she stepped forward, allowing him to hear the cracking of the branches under her hooves. A teal green woman dip-dyed into a fuschia ombre, with flashes of silver streaking her hair. Gone were the days of austerity. She may not enjoy a life living among them just yet, but she cannot say much for what happens when they come venturing into her forests. She sways passed him as she makes her entrance known, ears erect, purposeful. Her movements are fluid, and well-practiced. She notices his lack of attention to detail. Would she catch him off balance? Her voice is melodious as she speaks to him, the barest hint of a secret smile playing on her lips… the rest of her face, cool. Serene. Perfect. “Such thoughts you have. Fingers that stretch far in your history. What is so serious that it brings you here? Or have you gotten lost in your reverie?” A breathy laugh, small, before the mask is once more set in place—the fuschia slowly creeping up her body, overtaking the teal. “No one comes to this part of the forest. The children claim it is haunted.” A beat of silence. Her eyes roll over his body before settling on his face. She likes what she sees. “I am Reagan.” Reagan I had to use my special rock music to reply to this RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Hurricane - 06-02-2017 The shadows have never been his domain, his preference. Until now, at least, he had had the skies. The openness, the freedom, the crisp wind and cool damp of clouds, that had been his mistress. His most devoted lover and constant companion. But that had been taken from him. Perhaps only temporarily, but it is a loss that aches. A loss that hollows him, so much like his home had been hollowed by fickle, powerful hands. there is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die Hurricane Oh goodness, apparently he has turned into a grumpy old troll :| RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Reagan - 06-06-2017 so you want to play with magic?
She startles. His voice is as raspy as hers is. Like a the wind that blows, he is a storm in his own right. An angry swirling beast that does not know how to control his own strength. As such, is name perfectly suits him. She sees the thoughts conflicting in his swirling eyes, and knows his name before he gives it. And yet, the Grey Lady dips her head in acknowledgement of his name, her eyes lighting knowingly when Hurricane accuses her of prying into his mind without permission. She simply shrugs her tilts her head to one side, shrugs her shoulders, and.. you should know what you're falling for. “Guilty as charged. But when one is as old as we are, there is little time for games. Or intrigue.” Her eyes rove over his body wantonly, measuring his stature. Testing his quality. Would he do? She tilts her head the other way, his scratchy voice mentions the poltergeist. At this, she drops her pretense, just for the moment, lowers her nose to her chest, and gives an easy, breathy laugh—with this, her mask and tainted crown slips from her head just a bit, and all sense of her color falls. A mottled grulla grey, black points, and green eyes. It is a flash of the woman beneath. And she speaks, unknowing of her appearance change—still as yet, unable to fully control her magic. “I am afraid I have to claim responsibility for that as well. I do not deal well with most company these days. It is said that I am a fallen woman, bereaved of all prior grace.” “So then. What has brought you out here, all alone? Certainly not the company. I am a witch, a ghost, you say.” An ironic smile twists on her lips as her eyes flash from emerald green, back to a stony silver grey, swirling with flecks of aquamarine. Her skin is a dappled blue to match. She takes a step closer to him, to bridge the gap… To feel his warmness. It has been so long since she has felt the warmth of another creature. The predator inside her is hungry. The woman inside her wants more. Reagan RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Hurricane - 06-11-2017 Boldness has never been his style, nor has he ever been particularly drawn to it. He had been born of a simpler time, a time when these exotic colors did not exist and power was rare. When the plain and mundane by today's standards was unique and beautiful. The world might have changed, but his preferences certainly have not. there is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die Hurricane RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Reagan - 06-17-2017 so you want to play with magic?
She cannot help it. She laughs. The kind of rude, incandescent laughter that rings true against the trees and sets their mirth against those who are grumpy patooties. And Hurricane, is one of those creatures, who is determined to be a Mister Grumpy Gills. you should know what you're falling for. Just keep swimming. “You’re so serious!” she cackles. “Happenstance. Of all the words you could use? You chose to use that one?! BAHAHA!” Tears are dripping down her eyes as she laughs in a way she has not in ages, her body trembling with the ache in her side because of it. Her eyes level him then, and she pushes her body to grow to meet his height so she could look him in the eyes. And then, she smiles at him while she changes colors rapidly, like a color-shaded kaliedescope, pushing past him while she draws her body down the side of his, not caring in the least that he has been snotty to her. She finds herself wanting, and he happens to be standing there. So convenient. The heat from him burns her skin, and she finds that she likes it. “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming,” she croons, all while, eying him with a crooked gaze as the color bleeds like a bad child’s painting. And then, she comes behind him, and is not shameless about ogling his backside… Damn, you’re fine. And then she smiles at him again, speaking, trying not to laugh again, trying to keep a straight face as she bites her lip, digging her front hooves in the ground. Her body, goes slim and grey, a pure blue-grey grullo. Her pelt is smooth, lithed and perfect as it cuts beautifully across her hips and up her neck, so smooth it is begging to be touched. “Much more to your liking?” She purrs, trying to be sexy… and failing miserably. “Set adrift, you were saying? That’s such a shame. Well. If you find yourself lost, I’m sure that the next time someone cracks open an emergency flare, I’m sure that they will find you, if any of your friends are out here looking for you." She motions to his body, which has has changed to hot pink and yellow glowing splashed mess. "Quite the improvement, I dare say. I can take you much more seriously now that you are glowing a nuclear pink.” And then, she cannot help herself.. She laughs again. “If there were ghosts here, I dare say you’d scare them off now! You look like a snow cone!" Though how Reagan knows what a snow cone is, this writer has no idea. Probably Magic. Reagan RE: there is never a day that goes by; spink pony - Hurricane - 07-04-2017 He is just a crabby patty apparently :| but he's giving her plenty of reason to curse him with fire babies XD This mare seems to have quite the knack for throwing him entirely off guard. She clearly has lost whatever marbles she had, and he had been the misfortunate soul to stumble upon her in her odd mood. there is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die Hurricane |