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Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Trissy - 12-23-2017 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife They had spent that fall in something of a lover's trance - though not romantic lovers, by any means. Moreover, they had played a long and intriguing game of tag, being both coy and explicit with one another. Trissy found it amusing and quaint, and allowed herself to enjoy their swims and sinful little frolics. Eventually, however, Ivar had resigned himself to his duties, and returned to Loess - Trissy was not far behind, but the slight lag was not at all innocent. She enters the the leafy, mountainous kingdom without hesitation. Her lithe black figure fits well into the scenery, but an ant from an eagle's view. It is her first time within the kingdom, and already she likes it better than Ischia - Ischia was hot and sticky (and I don't mean the weather), whereas here, the mountains call to her passionately. Soon, she will be enjoying their slopes with a reckless abandon, losing herself to the fantasy that perhaps she might be in the Beyond again. But too much has happened for her to return to that place now; now, she is here. And how she so deliciously delights in it. Her petite figure reeks of another stallion, but it is subtle - his scent, Torture's scent, is so alike her own that only a trained nose could pick apart the difference. It was her scent, but muskier, headier. As if she had just gone for a long, very exerting run (and how she had). Still, Ivar's scent is also blatantly apparent in her aura; Trissy grins openly at the thought of meeting Heda, the kelpie's darling wife. How much utter fun - in every kind of way. She weaves her way through the kingdom, lost as to where she ought to be heading, having no escort in this foreign land. Eventually, however, someone finds her - it does not take long, and indeed, it is exactly what she has been waiting for. Trissy RE: Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Ivar - 12-26-2017
RE: Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Trissy - 01-03-2018 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife She is captivated by the colours of the land and its fauna as the shallow canyon she is following splits left, embarrassingly lost in her admiration for the beauty of it (there was no such beauty in the Beyond). Without any warning, a significantly larger someone has barreled into her - the small mare feels her balance give way, but a strong neck catches her and draws her in close. Ivar. Despite all her self-proclaimed hardness and servitude, the mare melts into his embrace and pressing her cheek into his scaled side, exhaling peacefully into his damp mane. There is reassurance in his touch - a kind of consistency that she trusts. Like him, she finds relaxation and distraction in his presence. Sue her for succumbing to her femininity; she really does like this stallion. The kelpie pulls away as he speaks, though she doesn't resent the distance. Her own mouth lips gently at his hardened shoulder, though she's not sure if his nerve endings can sense such a delicate and sensual touch through the light armour. Regardless, she knows that they will share many such touches again soon, and she relaxes into a hip to entertain His Majesty's Royal Desires (that being some chit chat, for now). "Come to stay, if it please you," She says with some playfulness, her expression quite pleasant considering her usual disposition. Her eyes catch the light that falls into the canyon, and they rest easily on King, admiring his luster and sheen. "And my brother might join me, if I have any say in things." Torture was a man of his own command, after all; but she fancied the idea of having him causing trouble with her in Loess, never mind the havoc it might cause considering the romantic standpoints of everyone involved. But she could get him to promise to stick just to her - maybe... "Walk with my, Ivar," she says, stepping forward and straining to nuzzle his mouth affectionately towards her desired path. "And tell me about this kingdom of yours. Where do I fit in it? I'd like to be of some use, politically and all. Physically, there's no more of me than meets the eye -" though Ivar hadn't seemed to mind that in Ischia, no sir "- so the war caste is probably not a good fit for me." She casts her black eyes towards him, smiling slightly and laughing. "You are, though." Physically, if not emotionally. The canyon echoes their hoof-beats quietly as the walk. Trissy RE: Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Heda - 01-04-2018 Heda It isn't often that she leaves, their spring, where her love and passion for her dreamy kelpie lover flourishes. But today, her king's sudden and rather short absence draws her out from her little nook in gorgeous sunset hills. She wanders for a while, through the cacti dotted hills where kangaroos skipped about, and to the few sources of water in the kingdom, but no sight of him. It doesn't take long for her to resort to other methods, her golden wingspan expands and with a quick an elegant leap she lifts off fluttering into the cobalt skies of her kingdom. It doesn't take long for her to spot him, and no surprise he's with another women. Although she should be used to the sight by now, but something inside her still resists the acceptance of this herd of his. For many moons now he has been holding his pretties, snatching any tempting morsel in sight, and drags all of them here. She's tempted inflict an emotion upon the girl, something that would frustrate even anger him to the point of complete sabotage. But she holds back, a tiny voice in hr head reminds her of her duty to all of the ladies he brings here, she's the lead mare, she's the mother to his children. So she watches for a moment, eyeing the girl as she walks beside him through the narrow canyon it doesn't take long for her to will herself with the courage to intrude. She descends with grace, landing with a quick sweep, and neatly folding her feathery plumage at her sides. Her hazel gaze remains fixed upon the two, as she steps forwards in a bouncy prance like gate behind the two. It doesn't take long for her to catch up, flanking Ivar's right side, she comes up beside him pressing her muzzle against his barrel and running her velvet across his mix of ivory and obsidian scaled neck, and reaching over to caress his soft muzzle in a greeting. "Hello my love." She murmurs, fluttering sunlight wings, in a rather joyful tone. Her head lowers to catch a glimpse of the girl beside him, "Hello, I'm afraid we haven't met. I'm Heda, Consort and Ambassador to Ivar." Her words are sweet and thick like honey. She had been listening to their conversation while she had been trailing behind them, so she was all up to speed. Especially with that rather awful pick up line that small women had slipped into talk of politics, she disregards it jumping straight into conversation. "I couldn't help but overhear your interested in politics, we're always in need of new diplomats!" She smiles, gaze flickering to Ivar as she gently brushes her wing against him emitting a small dash of love. "What do you think Ivar? Would she make a good diplomat?" She questions, knowing that he may become distracted by the love that she faintly placed upon him. Her hues fixed on him curiously as to how he would respond. Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily html by call Couldn't help but butt in with her, after all she does need a bit of drama. RE: Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Ivar - 01-12-2018
Ugh I am sorry this suck but I wanted to get y’all something! RE: Offer me that deathless death. Ivar, any. - Trissy - 01-16-2018 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Ah, yes, mother goose. Trissy has been expecting you - the hen to cluck cluck around her spritely, competitive chicks. She'd have to watch out for a hard peck administered under the guise of warmth - mothers get jealous, you know. Especially this one, it seems. Ivar did warn her, at least. The addition of another pair of hooves to their clamor brings an ear around to the sound, but no more investigation is required - a beautiful mare comes up in a flourish to stand by Ivar, interrupting their conversation. Trissy doesn't mind; her eyes, like Ivar's, are turned harshly in their direction of travel, nary a glance given to the Wife. At first, that is. Without any obvious influence, the kelpie's demeanor softens, and Trissy is left to roll her eyes, smirking into the vast canyon. Heda introduces herself with a thick, sweet tone. Trissy tosses her head over Ivar's shoulder, too short to meet the woman's eyes otherwise. It's a bit awkward, resting her chin on the stallion while walking, but it's worth it to see her reaction, to meet her gaze squarely. "Lovely to meet you, Queen Consort," Trissy purrs, smiling her most darling, sensual smile. "My pleasure indeed." She lingers there on Ivar's shoulder for one more moment, and then drops her head, walking evenly with the couple and listening to them talk about her. Glorious. What fun! Trissy smirks but doesn't react at Ivar's insinuation. Yes, she got what she wanted from Ivar during that time in Ischia - but of course, he had been more than willing to give it. Trissy figures it's that little fact that will irk Heda more than anything. For now, however, Ivar seems to be leaning ever closer to the woman - a fact she accepts. She had just spent a rather lustful time with another man, after all - no hypocrisy here. Just a little devilry. Head bouncing to attention at Ivar's sudden departure from their love-sandwich, Trissy flares her nostril and nickers after him curiously. Smiling a little at his words, the little black mare scrambles up next to him, maneuvering easily through the shale rock and boulders. "I would love that," she says, genuinely. "It's been a long time since I called somewhere home. It'd be good to know how to get in and out of it, if I'm to be a diplomat." She smiles; even at Heda. Trissy |