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Out with the golden we sew // Solace/Ilma/Svedka - Kagerus - 04-15-2018 kagerus as dreams are to the sleeper, so am I to you Enough fooling around. (Fooling around being the key words; Solace did taste good on your lips with her thighs around your ears, hmm? And Svedka - lord, if those little pricks of guilt hadn't gotten in the way of you two fucking... But. Loyalty to the Queen, am-I-right?) Actually shut the fuck up okay? I'm trying to get my shit together and you don't get to diss me for that. (Oh, but you get to go on acting like you didn't try to commit suicide? Or, y'know, have a kid? Riiight. That makes total sense.) I'll fucking kill you. (You tried already. But I'm down for round two.) Grrr... Night has just fallen, and the full moon slowly climbs to the center of the sky. I've been roaming across Hyaline today, finding specific ears to murmur words into before departing to find the others. In all, I've invited three to meet with me tonight, to hear what I have to say; the three that are the foundation that Hyaline depends upon. Solace, the caretaker; Svedka, the heart; and Ilma, the untitled but greatly deserving. The last I have not spoken to in months, since when I'd been pregnant and told her of my doomsday... But I do not let on anything in the minute I spend inviting her, a little shamefaced at the brusqueness I must show her. I am at the foot of the northernmost mountain, tucked away in a glade of weeping willow trees that I've come to affectionately term The Fronds. The wind gently pushes the lanky leaves around me like water, and as I wait for them to come, I allow myself to lose myself to the other-worldly sensation. Night air, arms of the willow, a moon above; if it weren't for the roiling changes overtaking Beqanna, I could almost say that tonight was peaceful. They trickle to me nearly at the same time, and for this I am glad. With everything I've done this past month - ahem, who I've done - things may get a little sticky here. My nutmeg eyes flash gratefully to Ilma, the mare who will hopefully keep this meeting from getting into a weird three-way type situation - or worse yet, one where everyone just yells at each other over my own stupidity and whoreishness. I glance from Solace to Svedka, not knowing whether to say something to break the ice or to just let it be; but I frown, and remind myself that this is about politics. Mostly, anyway. "Thanks for coming," I murmur, figuring that to start right away will be easiest on all of us. "I know that I've been... Eccentric lately, to say the least. And that, to your knowledge, I ought to be dead now. And you would be correct in that assumption; I should be dead now. But just before spring came last year, Ilma gave me an idea... And I used her idea to bypass giving birth to my child. I dreamt it differently... And now I am still here." My eyes go heavily to the alabaster mare, and then to Solace, who'd been the one to hold me the night I told her I would die. "I gave life to a son, Abysm, but I am not his mother. This reality has left me... Well, you've witnessed how it's left me." My tones now come clipped and hard, ears pressing back as I balk at the thought of talking about my suicide attempt. No. Fuck that. I take a deep breath before continuing. "But there's more than just that. Earlier this year, Nerine's Queen, Hestia, came to me and begged me to help her find her children. We knew each other from the field, as well as from the Games; and I had just given bir - Abysm had come into this world, and I was slightly mad, and more exhausted than I ever remember being before. I hadn't the will power to turn her away. So, I brought her to where she might find some answers, but... What we found was not her children." "A demon fought its way into my dream, and impregnated Hestia with itself. I couldn't fight it. By the time we awoke, it was too late; Hestia was in labour. She promised me a favour for what I did, and I haven't a clue what to demand - but she forced me to do something disgusting, to witness and birth it, and for that I certainly will demand a favour when the time comes. Whether it be for Hyaline or for myself personally is yet to be seen; but this is a secret that only I and whoever has met the demon know of. I fear that I may be endangering myself by telling you this..." My eyes flash between the three of them darkly. "But I owe my fealty to this kingdom, and that is my foremost care now." I clear my throat, feeling as though I have spoken enough for a fortnite's worth of meetings; but I have yet more to cover, and I know that they can tell by the silence that comes when my eyes go to theirs again. "And lastly. I've been considering my position as ambassador, and the idea that came to me is this: I believe that Ilma should be ambassador. She is in a far more emotionally stable place than I, and has proven herself to be a priceless asset to Hyaline." I dip my head to her, and turn to the only stallion present. "Svedka is of course still the Heart; an advisor, if you will." I turn now to Solace, ignoring the awkwardness of having to address them both despite having, well, slept with them both - or nearly, anyway. "So Solace, if you'll have me, I'd like to take up the role of General. I have experience now with the Alliance, and frankly, the dirtier, darker work of role appeals to me far more than diplomacy. I will still continue to recruit and to do your political biddings; but I feel called to form and shape Hyaline's army. For changes are coming in Beqanna, and we must be ready." At long last, I have said what I needed to. Lips falling into a hard line, I settle into the willow fronds, expectant for their answers. RE: Out with the golden we sew // Solace/Ilma/Svedka - Solace - 04-16-2018 Solace
caretaker of hyaline i also tried and failed to be concise RE: Out with the golden we sew // Solace/Ilma/Svedka - Ilma - 04-17-2018
RE: Out with the golden we sew // Solace/Ilma/Svedka - Svedka - 04-17-2018 the secret of our world is written in the stars He is called and he comes willingly - not because there is a sense of duty, but that the stallion is eager to know why they are meeting on the night’s wind, as well as to see Kagerus’ face once again. She had given away nothing to him that late afternoon beneath his willow - she is still twisted up and a foreign thing to him, which feeds his curiosity all the more. She is quick with her invitation, and upon seeing her, he wonders where their night stroll may end up. But he quickly realizes that there are others here, others invited, and his eyebrows quirk expressively as Solace joins them beneath the summer’s moon, as well as the pale and beautiful angel Ilma. He smiles at Ilma, broad and handsome, simply exhilarated to see her again. He is not sure where he stands when it comes to Kagerus, but the fact that she invited him amidst the others - obviously there is a sense of admiration towards him, otherwise she would have keenly forgotten to bring him along. Afterall, he is just the Heart; he has no say on political matters, and thus isn’t truly needed this night. He wonders if she’s brought him along for any other sort of reason. A buffer, maybe? He snorts softly as she begins to speak, feeling the familiar press of Solace at his side. He normally would reach for her in a silent greeting - a soft and innocent kiss to her neck, or a tug at her mane, or even a flip of his tail against her flank - but Kagerus’ tone distracts him, and instead he shifts his weight and settles in beside her, his blue eyes unwavering on Kagerus despite her wandering gaze between the trio. Eccentric? Svedka cannot help the twinge of a smile on his pale lips - it is all he has known, that night beneath the willow. Is there something else that she is besides the woman who has left a sore on his withers? The thought causes him to shift his gaze to Solace, wondering if she has already seen the mark beneath his ivory and blue mane. He glances at hers from Castile, for a moment his eyes heavy, before turning back to Kagerus. He has done so sharply, with a thrust of his head upwards and a surprised snort. He knows nothing of her supposing to be dead, but the other two seem rather familiar with the idea so he simply tosses his head and listens to her as she continues. As she speaks, their night beneath the willow begins to unravel before him, making much more sense to him now than it had when he was running off adrenaline and desire. She speaks of demons and dreams, of death and of birth, and Svedka’s mind swims with his own thoughts. The cheeriness he once harbored for a late night meeting now seems to flicker and fade, replaced with a seriousness that is seldom seen on his handsome face. Though kingdom politics are no place for his wild-spirit, the world of dreams and devils and nightmares and angels are familiar and serious. His sister speaks, and an ear trains on her while his gaze continues to rest on Kagerus. He bores into her with a steady stare, his cerulean gaze slowly blinking. The only thing that tears his focus from hers is when Solace mentions a man - who now rules Loess - coming to her with plans of an alliance. Svedka’s ears pin against his neck, his distaste obvious as he quickly passes judgment on the one called Arthas. The stallion did not enjoy Solace being alone with any strange men as of late, but the overprotection would only anger her and only shows it by the twitching of his lips. Is he an usurper, perhaps? Taking advantage of a quiet land with a child as their leader? This, coupled with Kagerus’ information as well as what Lamb has told them, brings a tightening in Svedka’s chest. The tides are changing (he glances up at the moon at the thought, then back down to them), and though diplomacy and battle are not things he grew up dreaming about - he worries for his sister (and Kagerus, and Ilma, and Lavendel), realizing that he might have to do more than Solace originally intended for his position; not that she would ever ask it of him. Ilma, thankfully, has no more to add to the pot that is already brewing. Instead, she focuses in on Hyaline and what they should do, and though Svedka has had nothing to interject with so far, the white beauty mentioning Tephra causes him to lift his head. He had not thought about his homeland in a long while. He suddenly thinks of Tangerine, his mother the seer, but keeps that thought to himself. “Tephra will continue to be loyal through the storm,” he murmurs, knowing his father and the steps that the Overseer would take to ensure that Hyaline would be a priority over all - with both of his firstborn children residing there. “Ischia, however...I will go with Ilma, if needed. No one should go anywhere alone.” (be my escape) Svedka i....i couldn't stop. enjoy your novel, friends. RE: Out with the golden we sew // Solace/Ilma/Svedka - Kagerus - 04-17-2018 kagerus as dreams are to the sleeper, so am I to you Solace comes first, and I can see in her eyes the shame she feels for what happened between us. She stands too far from me, and my brow furrows to see it. "Solace..." It's a whisper, knowing that the others are close. I step closer to her, no, I close the distance between us completely, hurrying to press my nose to her her cheek and to breathe in her scent. "I'm still yours," I breathe, desperately trying to angle my head so as to catch her beautiful blue gaze. "We'll talk after, okay?" I jump at the sound of the next to come, and hastily remove myself from Solace's personal space. It's Ilma, in all her angellic whites, nearly glowing in the moonlight. Despite the awkwardness of how she'd come upon Solace and I, I reach to press my muzzle to her shoulder. "I'm sorry for interrupting you and your daughter today," I murmur. "Please forgive me." Last to come is Svedka, he who'd sent me away with words to think on. Although his cerulean eyes fall heavily upon me, I do not miss the bright, exuberant smile he exchanges with Ilma. Well, good; he is not mine, and a man as handsome and easy going as him is certainly not one for monogamy. If he and Ilma are looking to create something happy and meaningful together, then it will have been more than I have managed to do in my many years; I wish them the luck of it. Inhaling, I deliver my spiel. -- I do not miss the way Solace's eyes flash with that same hungry need I'd memorized as she writhed beneath me that night not so long ago; and upon seeing it, my gut clenches in the same way, and my lips tug into an expression that only she would be able to read. An expression of confused wanting, of uncertainty except when it comes to her. But she moves on seamlessly, and I am forced to do the same, barely registering that I'm asking to be General before it's too late. I'll die for you, my Queen. I will defend you until my last breath. But as the other two remain silent at the end of my speech, Solace raises her voice - though not in the throes of passion as I would have it. Still, I quirk my ears to what she has to say. King of Loess! A snort trumpets from my nostrils at the announcement, and similar reactions of distaste come from my companions. Below us, my right forehoof scrapes the ground repeatedly, frustration clear in my body language; men! Thinking they can do as they please, that they can eat where they piss. My ear flicks to Ilma's concern, and I frown again more deeply. "She's right." Slowly, an epiphany comes to me, and I can't help but to speak it aloud. "Solace, the dark is returning to Beqanna, but it is yet young." I glance to the others gathered to my side tonight, and plunge ahead into the root of my idea. "We may be small, but that's not necessarily a disadvantage... Solace, if we are the Lights, then we ought to make that clear. Publicly, yes; but we could take things into our own hands, too. The darkness must not be left unopposed." Funny, that the darkest among us gathered here would be the one to say so. But the conversation flows past to the subject of Sylva and Loess to our rankings, and Solace approves of Ilma's promotion. I smile towards the white mare, genuinely believing that she deserves the title; she is a priceless asset to Hyaline. The recognition is well earned. I look to Solace as she addresses me concerning my position as Protector. My expression becomes grim as she speaks, the breeze blowing my dark forelock to cover the light of my golden eyes; an omen. We need to be able to act if action is required. How right she is. "Yes, my Queen," I murmur, my dark expression never wavering from her flawless face. "I will ready an army as best I can; and we will be ready." "As for the demon. It seems to be it's own entity, but tied to Hestia; I don't think it can leave her side. Or, it didn't; they're... Connected, somehow." My expression sours, and I look away. "It's beyond my understanding." Ilma goes on to discuss our alliances with the neighboring kingdoms, and I nod at what she has to say. Yes; we must be careful with who we align ourselves with in these trying times. I look again to Solace. "The question is whether we are lights or neutrals, I suppose. But either way, we must tread carefully in our political ties. If it were up to me, I would take Tephra as our foremost ally." Here I look to Svedka, who has reaffirmed this opinion; his only statement in this whole affair, though I wouldn't ask him to be elsewhere if my life depended on it. "Sylva and Loess I would put at a distance, perhaps even an enemy stance, for we oppose the darkness, or at least we do not tolerate. Ischia and Nerine are close now, with the formation of the brotherhood to accompany Nerine's sisterhood; if they would take us under their wing it would offer us protection from the darks. But if we do not trust them... I still have Hestia's favour. But that will only do us well for one encounter; where an alliance may do us well for many." I fall silent, but my gaze goes heatedly to Solace. I want to speak to her; I wonder if she will stay behind once the others depart. @[Solace] -- so like, idk if you guys WANT to reply again????????????????????? dfghghfjahq I wrote another novel rip. Let me know in the cbox haha |