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your best american girl - peregrine jude - 10-06-2018

Naivety shed, Peregrine Jude slinks through the field. Her eyes are sparkling and curious as they settle on each supple green blade of grass. No longer a fool (or at least so she thought), the sensuous girl swings her hips around and flutters her wings surreptitiously. She exudes confidence and secrecy, each insatiable flicker of her eyes begging for someone to ask her questions, to steal her away.

Jude passes over the luscious ground, each small hoof hardly making a noise. Her graceful and tiny body hardly makes waves in a land so full of incredible creatures, but the girl was determined to force her way to the top. She lusts for intensity, to know each and every thought in each and every horse’s mind. Jude cannot be stopped - her mind always whipping away to the next unsuspecting stranger. She would pick apart this land, and all of its inhabitants.

Beneath that first acute intoxication, Jude is desperate - desperate to be held, felt, understood. She would never tell you; she could not even admit this to herself.

She is already bored. Jude huffs, blowing her thick lilac curls away from her eyes. The pale girl desires to draw someone to her side, to hypnotize them with her unstoppable gaze. She wants to prove herself as a force, to seduce, to destroy (or, perhaps, she wants to feel something other than undying boredom - must she destroy?).

Jude rolls her eyes. She does something she is constantly telling herself not to do: waits.

RE: your best american girl - Leilan - 10-06-2018


Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
What is he even doing in the Field? He is not entirely sure. Last time he’d just wandered about the place, he met Roseen and, well. Not the greatest day in his life. Sure, at long last she had ended up in a kingdom that probably suited her; but she had ended up there with a kid (his kid) and now she didn’t want to talk to him any more.

He always tells everyone he meets he isn’t a diplomat, and he stands by that decision,

However, the field is closer to home than the meadow. And who knows, perhaps he meets someone worth bringing home. Surely that would surprise Breckin, right? Or would that just tell her that the new recruit has low standards? If so, then he has to pick the best lonely horse the Field has to offer.

Ah, there’s one. She moves a bit too gracefully, as if trying to attract the attention of young stallions. Pink and lavender, she sure has the sights. She maybe knows it too well, though. But hey, perhaps his bronze scales and golden mane can outmatch her, or at least, chase other stallions away for a time being. Less chance for others to snatch her up like a piece of candy.

His cantering hooved bring him forward quickly, and he’s not himself if he wasn’t perhaps making a bit of a show of it. Not that he’s interested in courting another young mare (good grief, everybody knows how that would turn out), but she seems to want to be courted, in a way. He’s just intent on doing it more platonically this time.

”Hey there, lonely-lovely, have you decided yet what you’re going to be? Need help getting there?” he asks - ah, shit, maybe he just can’t help it. Try again. Tone it doen a notch. ”Kingdom-wise, I mean. You seem the ambitious type anyway, to me. I’m Leilan, by the way.” There, much better. Or so he hopes.
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RE: your best american girl - magnus - 10-06-2018

magnus

howling ghosts, they reappear
in mountains that are stacked with fear

It’s not rare for Magnus to be in the field.

He enjoys the summer heat, although it’s far less humid here than it is in Tephra. it beats down on his broad back, his thin coat darkening like crushed gold as he makes his way down the familiar path. He enjoys the smells, familiar as ever. When the Reckoning happened, so much of Beqanna had washed away. It had imploded on itself, swallowing the old and spitting out the new.

So little had changed—and yet, the field remains the same.

It remains the place of infinite possibility and hope and he loves it for that.

When he comes on the border, he swings his head, a crooked smile tilting the edges of scarred lips as he notices the pale pink mare. There was something about her that was at once completely vulnerable and yet completely shrouded in mystery, and he found himself interested. The edges of his sun-bleached tail flicked against his haunches and then he picked up his gate again, making his way toward her.

He was beat by the wildly colored stallion. By comparison, Magnus was relatively normal looking. He had no powers—no ability to wield elements or change vision—and he was a simple buckskin. Looking at him wouldn’t tell you of the crowns he had worn. The wars he had won. The lives he had lived and the death he had overcome. He was just a simple man. Pitted against a world where magic rose like a tidal wave around him and his only gift to stop it was the immortality that newly flooded through his veins.

He laughs softly under his breath, coming to a stop as the other stallion finished talking.

“Hello to you both.” He nods to the other stallion, tilting his head back to the mare.

“My name is Magnus.”

but you're a king and I'm a lionheart



RE: your best american girl - peregrine jude - 10-06-2018

Boredom engulfs her. Jude stamps her hoof into the soft soil, clearly irritated. Why must she always be stimulated? The delicate girl rolls her eyes. Here, she sits, disinterested - pissed that she is disinterested. She fights the urge to give up. She will find someone.

Jude feels the ground beneath her hooves shuttering ever so slightly. She slowly brings her head all the way up, eying the sizable horse cantering boldly toward her. For a moment, she thinks he may not see her, that he is going to just barrel right through her. The pink girl snorts, stands at attention and narrows her eyes. He is handsome, but she will not be ignored.

The dragon-like creature before her was impressive. Jude cocks her small, elegant head. Perhaps she had found a kindred soul. She peers up at him through long lashes, horribly fascinated. He must be twice her size, with burnished scales and intimidating eyes (but of course, she feels no discomfort when their gazes meet). Jude smiles, hoping to entice while being enticed herself.

“Hey there, lonely-lovely, have you decided yet what you’re going to be? Need help getting there?”

Jude raises an amused eyebrow. In fact, she has decided what she is going to be (everything) and she does need help getting there (by whatever means).

“Kingdom-wise, I mean. You seem the ambitious type anyway, to me. I’m Leilan, by the way.”

Ah, I have found another kindred soul, she assumes immediately after Leilan has finished speaking. At least, kindred on a very base level. She was not lonely, though, and she will correct him on that.

The dainty girl realizes that in her preoccupation with Leilan, another (plainer appearing) stallion had approached. It takes everything in her power to not grin with delight. This is exactly what she came here looking for.

“Hello to you both,” he speaks in a voice that instantaneously has Jude engrossed. She likes him. There is something . . . fine . . . in the way he presents himself. The girl wants to climb inside that feeling, to understand it completely. “My name is Magnus,” he finishes. Jude, rarely at a loss for words, peers with uncertainty at Magnus.

Almost forgetting the other man entirely, Jude smiles at Magnus, pouring out all of her sweet southern charm. She bats her lashes at him once before turning to face Leilan again.

“Magnus and Leilan . . .” she purrs, lingering over their names with her feminine drawl. “To answer your question, Leilan, I am not lonely but I do know what I want,” she pauses, casts her lavender gaze slowly over Magnus, wondering if he’ll invite her somewhere as easily as Leilan did.

“My name is Peregrine Jude, but y’all can call me Jude. What are you two handsome fellas doing out here? Besides catchin’ me by surprise . . .” Jude grins at the both of them, her voice low and sweet. Despite trying to pay attention to both of them, she cannot seem to keep her eyes off of Magnus. She is not surprised, something so different from her was bound to warrant dire fascination.


@Leilan @magnus

RE: your best american girl - Leilan - 10-07-2018


Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
The pink and lavender woman isn’t put off by his odd way of an introduction, but perhaps it’s just the scales and eyes that intrigue her and keep her around just long enough. Yet, when another stallion joins them (much the opposite of Leilan, although not of ill will probably), she is also piqueing her ears at the buckskin. Ah, better to see what she has decided then.

She denies being lonely, even though just heartbeats ago she had seemed bored and terribly alone, but hey, if she said this did not make her feel lonely then perhaps it didn’t. She never denied the lovely part though, which ultimately means that at her first comment, he can’t help but grin at her before replying to her again. ”Then, I wonder what the Field could offer you? Besides dear Magnus and me, here, I think.” He tilts his head at her, with a smile and look that easily says he doesn’t mind her answer, and just likes to joke around.

He spares the other man a sideways look, perhaps he had the same question, or perhaps Leilan did this entirely wrong, but then, nobody really expected him to suddenly show up with a new recruit so if she chose to go with the... -sniff- Tephran male, no harm done. ”Always on the lookout for friends and recruits, I’m sure, I’m from Nerine, where the old Amazons mostly gather. I had this idea you might fit in, but please, if I’m wrong, I’m sure there’s other places to go in Beqanna. Like Tephra.” he shrugs. Ultimately, it’s her own choice, after all. ”Unless both of those don’t match your destiny.” he grins cheekily.
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RE: your best american girl - magnus - 10-07-2018

magnus

howling ghosts, they reappear
in mountains that are stacked with fear

Magnus is comfortable in this scenario, wholly in his element, and it shows. His crooked smile is warm, gold-flecked eyes bright with amusement as he watches the pair of them. He has been here to the field, well, more times than he could possibly count over his two lifetimes and it never failed to surprise him. Sometimes, he found someone who would make an excellent new family member of his home. Sometimes, he escorted them elsewhere if it was clear they would flourish in a different setting. Either way, he enjoyed himself.

She is all sugar and spice and his smile warms because of it. Born and raised in the jungle amongst warrior women had instilled a deep, lasting love of women in the golden warrior. He was at his best when in their company, and he often sought it out first. They were so many things and he was endlessly fascinated by them.

At her feminine drawl, his grin widens ever so slightly. “Nothing I like more than a woman who knows what she wants.” He turns to look at the dragon stallion, watching and listening politely at he talks. At the mention of Tephra, he rolls his shoulders and laughs softly under his breath, the sound of rivers on warm stones. “Caught me there. I am indeed from Tephra.” Perhaps it was the faint smell of sulfur in his wild mane or perhaps the other stallion simply knew his history. Either way, it seemed as though he’d been pegged.

“I’m one of those odd souls who just really enjoys spending time in the field, Jude,” he confesses, her name rolling effortlessly off of lacerated lips. “I enjoy talking to newcomers and those who are just looking for a fresh start. I do what I can to help and,” here he looks back at her beneath the thicket of his sun bleached forelock, “if they are the kind who would fit well in my home or want to know more about it, then I’m all the luckier.”

Perhaps his way was less direct, perhaps he enjoyed taking his time in the process, but he couldn’t be anyone but who he was and he enjoyed the languid pace of getting to know someone.

“But, as you said, you’re someone who knows what she wants. I’d love to hear more about what that is. Perhaps one of us can help you on your way toward achieving it.”

but you're a king and I'm a lionheart



RE: your best american girl - peregrine jude - 10-07-2018

peregrine jude
i glow pink in the night in my room

Peregrine Jude could be as cutting as a dagger, her wit unending and devilish when met with what she desires. Though the girl does not know Beqanna as well as some might (having just arrived), she understands that the creatures here are not to be trifled with (which sends a shudder of consuming need down her spine - that which was untouchable must be touched). She is in her element, enthusiasm buzzing overwhelmingly through her veins. It is almost impossible for her to not prance gleefully around the two stallions.

Magnus tells her he likes a woman that knows what she wants, and Jude rolls her eyes playfully. A soft, amiable chuckle drips from her mouth. She stares at him for a moment longer before aiming her gaze back to Leilan. Jude cannot help but be charmed by compliments; she gives the dragon man a look that almost dares him to toss out a better one. When he does not challenge the compliment, Jude immediately masks the tiny twinge of disappointment in her chest. He is not playing her game the way she wants him to, but he sure is playing some game with that cute tilt of his head.

Jude perks up at the mention of Amazons. That suuuure sounds up to her speed (after all, Jude loved to be charmed, but it took so much more to win her over completely). Leilan has her undivided attention now. She gazes challenging at him, smiling in a way that seems to taunt tell me more. She ignores his seeming slights at the mention of a land called Tephra - Jude would be damned before she let another’s thoughts decide her own. Patiently, she peers at the reptilian stallion, head turned ever so slightly in curiosity.

When Magnus begins to speak again, Jude drags her head to the side, waiting till the very last second to break eye contact with Leilan. Again, she finds herself captivated by the man’s choice of words (even if mildly less so now). Jude’s southern sensibilities loved a good, strong, traditional man, and that is just what Magnus appeared to be. She wonders if he is exactly as he presents himself (for Jude was never quite exactly as she suggested).

A small silence stretches between the three after Magnus finishes speaking. Jude switches her eyes between the two men for a moment, releasing a thoughtful “Hm . . .” as she ponders what to tell them.

Suddenly, a fiery giggle erupts from her maw, and she says, “Why, boys, I want it all!” She rolls her eyes and finishes, “But I can settle, for now.”

She opens her mouth again, less enthusiastically this time, “I would like to find somewhere to settle down, to understand entirely . . . though I do like to be in charge.” Jude winks at them both, smiling with an almost sickening amount of sugar, “I wouldn’t mind a little bit of responsibility.”

The understatement of the year. The deceptive girl dares not reveal the depths of her needs.

i've been blossoming alone over you


@[magnus] @[Leilan]

RE: your best american girl - Leilan - 10-12-2018


Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
To be honest, the scaled roan considers himself pretty untouchable. Not because of the scales, or the dragonice (that he rarely ever uses), or the teeth. But because he's already given his heart away, and this time, he knows that he has hers, too, and it tones him down, he no longer wants another woman's attention (okay, to be fair, he's still flattered, but that's about all). If the pink girl knew and considered it a challenge, then so be it. The way she gleefully prances about suggests that she revels in their attention, though, but he doesn't react like he would a year a go. No trailing the lines of her, or admiring her pretty face, he seems to be rather stoic when he looks at her briefly, when she looks at him challenging... and instead he focuses on Magnus. He seems a calm and balanced guy. Nothing he can think of would throw him off, probably, so he doesn't. It's admirable in a way; something Leilan would never be, unless he got to live to a hundred-or-so years old. And even then... No, probably never.

The lavender and pink girl then seems torn between the two options they give her, drawling it out in her speech, and then deciding that she wants all. Hmm. Tilting his head slightly, the scaled bay roan takes in her ideas. And all of a sudden he's not sure she'd be indeed a good Amazon. Loess or Sylva, seems more of her place. She wants to be in charge. Responsibility, she says right after, but the way she honeycoats her words in a bit-too-much-of-his-liking drawl, entirely puts him off.

Honestly, she just caught him at a bad moment, for her flirting. Had she done it earlier, she might be one of those with his child, but, he has enough of a challenge in his defiant queen. "I'd suggest visiting the lands you're interested in, and make a choice. I doubt you'd be given such a high position without proving your worth in Nerine, but I know some other kingdoms have less of a pool of members to pick from." he tells her. Lowering his head a little to look into her eyes from behind a falling dark forelock, he continues. "Responsibilities aren't up for grabs, you've got to earn them." And he's most serious about that. He might not want responsibilities himself other than making sure his children and his lover are protected, and would give his life for them over and over; but he knows those who flirt their way to what they want - he's been one of those recently, though she probably doesn't see that on him now.
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@[magnus] @[peregrine jude] sorry, I didn't think it was my turn!

RE: your best american girl - magnus - 10-14-2018

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

Like her, Magnus was not always as he seemed.

He supposes that’s what happens when you’ve been alive for as long as he has—or when you fought against your own nature for as long as he has. He had been born to two selfish, self-indulgent, powerful souls. They had ruled and raided and taught him the beauty of war. They had planted dark seeds in his belly of rage and cruelty and the desire to reach out and take what you wanted when you wanted it. If it hadn’t been for Joelle, and his stint living and serving in the Gates, he may never have learned to temper it. He may have lived as wild as he had grown up, forever indulging the worst parts him.

But, Joelle had happened. The Gates had happened. And he had learned that there were other ways to solve your problems. Better ways. While he had never quite taken that into the core of him—had never been the white knight that the Gates deserved—he had walked away changed. Gentler. More patient. More willing to listen before he attacked. It wasn’t always successful (and Lord knows he had the blood on his hands to prove it), but decades and centuries of trying meant he was better than he used to be.

Still, he doesn’t think of these things now. Doesn't trace the branching lines of his past.

Instead, his focus is placed entirely and wholly on the mare, charmed by her playful nature and intrigued by the hint of something more underneath—something sharper. He always did have a weakness for sharp-tongued women. He listens politely to Leilan before turning his attention back to her and giving her that lop-sided smile, crooked and warm. “I agree. I would recommend visiting the lands yourself to see which of them call to you.” He pauses. “Tephra is quiet right now. We are looking for leaders to step up and help guide her. It isn’t just handed to those, but there is opportunity for the ambitious and the willing.”

Kromium had taken the crown but not done much else, and Magnus’ worry was beginning to churn in his gut. They needed activity. They needed bodies. To leave the land covered in cobwebs and retreat in it with your own family was to bury your head in the sand—and Magnus wouldn’t allow it. They needed to inject new life into this home he helped build and if it came in the form of a lively mare with honey on her tongue and secrets in her eyes then he would be all the happier for his turn of fortune.

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine



@[peregrine jude] @[Leilan]

RE: your best american girl - peregrine jude - 10-18-2018

peregrine jude
i glow pink in the night in my room

Most can see this is an element that Jude is most familiar with: individuals. She loves them - their quirks and ticks, their never ending depths behind their glistening eyes. The girl truly believes she can draw out the personality of the most lifeless equine. She presents herself as an energetic breathe of fresh air, concealing any malevolent ambition she may succumb to.

Peregrine Jude is not an evil character - conceited (sure), manipulative (yes), cunning (absolutely), but cruel? She cannot imagine harming those that do not deserve it; she can barely imagine harming those that get in her way, though she thinks it may not be beyond her. The girl’s desires are selfish in the moment, and she does not fool herself over that, but she is on a path not purely to her gain. Jude’s rising hunger for power is merely just a suppressed and swiftly consuming need to control. She likes authority, commanding others to create a perfect reality, one in which no one will ever touch her again. Direction and knowledge, she thinks, is all she needs to learn what it takes to lead. She must know the people, hear them and need them, just as they hear and need her jurisdiction.

Wisdom, though, wisdom and experience - that is what she actually lacks.

Leilan speaks yet again, almost seeming to chastise her for wanting responsibility. Contempt is what she feels when she meets his gaze, but a slightly tucked chin and coy smile is all she displays. She was right earlier - they are both flashy in appearance but deeply different in action. She does not respond right away, but instead turns to Magnus to see if he has anything to add.

When the rugged stallion mentions Tephra’s needs, Jude senses something roiling deeper within him. He does not give away his emotions, and she has no idea of what whispers behind his words - but it beckons for her to come closer. Jude - she’s always had a gut feeling, one she swore she would never ignore again. She will not ignore the hands of instinct tugging impatiently at her mane.

An ounce of guilt wells in her chest for toying so casually with these two when in an instant she knows of her decision - yet, she senses that Leilan will not mind and may even feel relief. For a moment, she tones down her personality and gives the dragon-man a close-lipped and demure smile.

Jude ponders her words carefully - yes, the fact that Tephra needs leaders is enticing, but it is not just about that. There is just something about the way Magnus holds himself that coaxed her in - not his charm, or his good-looks, something she cannot quite place but must discern. Jude desperately hopes she does not look like she is visiting Tephra purely to make a quick rise to power.

“Well, Leilan . . . Magnus . . .” her sweet accent dragging out her vowels, “You two are just full of good advice - I think I’d like to visit Tephra, maybe just to get a good feel of everything.” For a moment she blushes, the first automatic emotion Jude has exposed.

i've been blossoming alone over you



@[Leilan] @[magnus]