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waking up to ash and dust - Larrikin - 05-11-2020 The snow makes playing hide-and-seek easier, and yet Larikin can convince none of his siblings to play with him. They all have better things to do on this bright winter afternoon, so Larrikin stomps a little more dramatically than necessary as he makes his way out of Sylva and into the bare-branched Forest. His shaggy winter coat is warm, and the texture of it hides much of his distinctive markings. He’s just a black colt with some white markings along his topline – there is no sign of the spotted cheetah pattern nor the glowing lavender constellations that they hide within the white. It’s almost like he’s wearing a costume, Larrikin thinks to himself, but maybe still a little too obvious. Color ripples across his coat, so quick as to be nauseating (or so Nota had said), and settle on a black so dark it seems to swallow light itself. Vanta black is almost as dark as his soul, thinks Larrikin with intensely theatrical emotion, it shows off the true darkness within him. The drifts are deeper here, probably due to the bare canopy, but the black thespian stomps through them with melodramatic determination. The quiet little huffs of his breath are probably a little louder than they need to be, and his not-blue eyes search furtively for an audience. There is none though, and Larrikin is as alone in the Forest as he had been at home in Sylva. He sighs, loud and in a way he considers to be quite sensational while also still super sad, and looks up at the open grey sky. @[Squirt] RE: waking up to ash and dust - Mazikeen - 05-14-2020
@[Larrikin] I hope she's okay!! <3 RE: waking up to ash and dust - Larrikin - 05-14-2020 Looking up at the sky , Larrikin does not see the descent of the squirrel or its transformation into a far larger creature. What he does see is a horse he has never met before. This delights him, and it is quite clear from the way his ears prick up and a smile appears on his face. Of course, with the darkness of his skin neither of those reactions are visible. Nor is the pinning of his ears easy to see when she insults his acting. He’d come to the Forest to get away from his unappreciative family, and the first horse he finds appears to be his young sisters in a different body. Panda and Nota would like this rude girl, Larrikin thinks. “You can’t just ask people what’s up their butt! That’s rude! And for your information there’s not anything up my butt!” His vexation becomes even more visible as the Vanta black fades to a muted gray. When he is flustered he tends to lose control of his colors and revert back to his natural shade, but he he’s never done so in front of a stranger before. Trying to make it seem purposeful, he shakes his purpling mane in a manner he thinks looks quite regal. Perhaps if he closes his eyes they might reset the conversation. Dad was always telling him to just close his eyes and start over when he got frustrated with something, so it must be good advice to follow in conversations with rude strangers, too. After several very long seconds of silence, the boy opens his eyes and smiles in a charming way at the smaller girl as if he just now encounters her for the first time. “Hello. My name is Larrikin, but you can call me Rick.” No time better than the present to try out his cool new nickname. Larry is a little kid’s name. But Rick? Rick is the name of a successful and handsome young stallion. “What’s your name?” RE: waking up to ash and dust - Mazikeen - 05-20-2020
@[Larrikin] RE: waking up to ash and dust - Larrikin - 05-21-2020 When he opens his eyes, the white filly is closer than she had been. He is sure of this, but he narrows his eyes only slightly. At least she is smiling now, and seems nicer. Larrikin remains dubious, even considers turning himself to dust and drifting away. But he does not, and knows that he cannot as soon as he hears Mazikeen say his chosen nickname aloud. “Oh nevermind, nevermind,” he says, shaking his head as if that might make it easier to forget the silly way it sounded. “Don’t call me that. I’m Larry but I thought Rick would be cool. I want to a have a cool name, like Malone or Carnage or Never Again Will You Whisper.” These are all wonderful names of equal value to Larrikin, despite the incongruous nature of them. His mother had told him the last one, and Larrikin had decided that would be his spy name, whenever he grew up and became a spy. It sounds dark, eerie. Perfect. Inspired, he returns to his former shade of Vanta Black, though he keeps the purple glow of his constellations along his spine and sides. The costume change, the reminder of his secret name, and Mazikeen’s question are the perfect set up to his next claim: “I have come to the forest to conquer. I will set fire to the trees and take all residents as slaves and do many other, very bad things.” Having added red eyes about halfway through speaking, Larry does his best to look menacing as he begins to stomp around the woods in a threatening manner. RE: waking up to ash and dust - Mazikeen - 06-07-2020
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