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i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane - Lepis - 08-30-2018 ooc: since Lepis is also a captive in Hyaline i wanted to clarify that this is NOT an escape thread even though Lepis is talking about an escape. If you want to have a Hyaline pony be creeping on them from a distance that's totes fine, but otherwise it's a private thread :D I had forgotten what he was like, I realize. The last year has passed in a dizzying whirl, all of the memories seeming almost impossibly recent. In all those memories Wolfbane had been absent, and having him here in front of me takes a moment of adjustment. The palomino king does not fit in the world I've crafted for myself, and though the smile doesn't quiver on my lips there is a sudden sobriety to the way my blue-grey eyes take him in. My crafted world has been crumbling for weeks now, I remember. Who is to say that I could not create a space for him as I begin to rebuild it? The idea is as tempting as it is subconscious, and my smile grows more tender for the briefest of moments. At his question I flare my wings proudly, their tricolored expanse gleaming brightly even in the fading light. "They're as good as new." I reply. He says that they make his seem plain, and I shake my head with a smile that crinkles the edges of my slightly downcast eyes. I disagree. His wings are solid colored, but they are certainly not plain. They are longer than mine (as they must be for his greater size), but the familiar shape of them causes me to wonder if perhaps I might have found a match in the air. I had grown up with a mother who rarely flew and an uncle who was far more powerful than he was agile, and I have been without a companion in the air since my wings were broken eighteen months ago. The idea sends a thrill down my navy spine, which is released as a playful buck as I flare my wings wider. The gust of cold air that ripples down Hyaline's east flowing river is impossible to resist. Taking advantage of the high land we stand on, I leap from my standstill and drop over the edge of the cliff with a laugh that disappears moments after as I do. The cliff face speeds past me as I tuck my forelegs to my chest and pull my wings ever tighter. Only when I am meters from the earth below do I pull up, buoyed by the bitter wind and the speed of my dive. This is what freedom feels like. I release a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, a long sigh that is torn from my blue lips by the low hanging clouds I've just entered. I hadn't flown in two weeks, I realize as the muscle that work now to keep me aloft cry out from disuse. It seems impossible for time to have passed so quickly, and yet here we are. Below me is a flash of gold and I pull my wings in to drop down, hoping to surprise Wolfbane by appearing directly ahead of him from my hiding place of cloud. "I certainly hope you've come to talk about rescuing me," I say, the teasing tone of the words a fitting match for the smile that brightens my narrow face. The muscles for that were dusty as well, but they protest less the longer we remain airborne. "Or are you going to tell me what that meeting Arthas held was all about?" I'd seen it from the air on my return trip to Hyaline after finding Castile, a dozen tiny horses clustered together in a place I was not allowed to land. "While we're up here though, I think you could - at the very least - tell me where you've been." That sounds a little more serious, Cleric to Lord. It is tempered, however, by the casual loop that I perform immediately afterward, and the proud smirk I give to the king when I am level again, which I hope looks suspiciously like a dare. @[Wolfbane] i word vomited on you sorry not sorry RE: i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane - Wolfbane - 08-31-2018 - Are you thinking of me when you love him? - WOLFBANE @[Lepis] favor returned lol RE: i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane - Lepis - 08-31-2018 He teases me, something that has been as absent in my life as the golden king. The resulting smile comes without thought as he mentions my rescue, and I volley back that: ”You just don’t want anyone to think you’re neglecting your duties again.” I am only returning the harmless jab in kind, but as the winged stallion answers my last question, the playful expression slips from my face. I knew little about the Nerinian queen, having only met her the once, on the day we surrendered Klaudius. Her history with Wolfbane is one I hadn’t known, and I am - strangely - curious if they had been more than friends. Probably, I reason internally; it is best for kingdom relations if there are tighter bonds between the monarchs than just alliances and contracts. The thought doesn’t bother me, for I am not a jealous creature. It does strike an interest in looking at Wolfbane again, and I watch as the agile stallion rolls effortlessly beneath me. He’s certainly handsome, but he is the king and I am the Cleric bound to another man. When he asks about Hyaline I am greatful for the change of subject, even if it is not a topic I am especially fond of. ”I’d only wanted to tip the bargaining scales in our favor,” I tell him. ”I’d already met Ilma, and was going to steal her and immediately release her, with the reminder that she was in Loess’ debt and owed us a favor.” It had been a simple plan, straightforward and without complexities. A friendly steal wouldn’t have carried with it the debt that a commuted year’s sentence would have, but telling Hyaline this ahead of time would have made the whole exercise pointless. I don’t have to say this aloud, I feel, because Wolfbane has made his position known: if the aim is to advance Loess, most things are forgivable. This had been a rather large thing of course, but the lack of immediate rebuke leads me to think he is not aggravated by my behavior. ”Then Kagerus and Solace threatened us by implying Nerine would turn on us, along with Ischia and Tephra.”Here is where I allowed my pride to get the best of me, and I glance away before I speak, my downcast eyes saying what I won’t. ”I tried to steal her again after that, just to show them we won’t be cowed. I failed, and that same day Ilma stole me. I’ve been their captive since. Ilma expects us to be able to discuss my release without arguing, but if she thinks being ‘ready’ to talk means admitting that I was wrong and she was right, she might have to keep me the whole year.” Rather than meet his gaze immediately, I attempt to copy his barrel roll. It’s not a move I’m familiar with, but the effort gives me something else to concentrate on other than our conversation. My first attempt is clumsy, but I am beginning to catch on, and by the third try I’m grinning widely. ”Tell me what you have planned,” I respond at last. ”And how I can help.” RE: i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane - Wolfbane - 09-01-2018 WOLFBANE || The Pirate Lord of Loess || @[Lepis] RE: i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane - Lepis - 09-05-2018 The praise he gives me is not expected and it startles a proud grin before I can mask it. Softening it with words is my unconscious reaction, though the warmth of the compliments (for I take them as such) remains a pleasant weight in my chest. "I was just trying to do what you would," I say before I duck my head, following with the rest of my body as I flip forward through the air. My wings fold as closely to my body as they can, mirroring his rolls until he pauses to speak again. This high, the thermals are easy to ride, and my feathered appendages keep me aloft with minimal beating to hear what the king as to say. I'm grinning when he pulls away, pleasure at the plan he's formulated plainly visible on my blue face. It's easy to focus on the plot and not the way he'd phrased it. There was a sour taste at the back of my mouth with the reminder of Arthas. Not at his memory, but rather at the way the dappled stallion and I had last parted ways. I do not have time to linger on it long, as the golden horse beside me is suddenly gone. He dives and for a moment I only watch with a grin, enjoying the spiraling shape he makes against the snowy earth below before I move to follow. The speed at with I follow is risky, and indeed I my hind legs dip beneath the icy water before I can pull out of my dive. Still, the burn of my muscle as I keep myself aloft is exhilarating, the adrenaline it sends coursing through my veins a heady drug that I had nearly forgotten. Risk aversion is something I have always valued, yet that falls away as I laugh aloud at his daring proclamation. The consequences of our efforts - if they are to fail - would be extreme, but I find that as I feel the wind blowing through my wings and see the gold and blue of Wolfbane beside me that I care very little about them at all. |