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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Breathing in; Breathing out[Heda, Ivar, Any Kingdom]
    #1
    Another task. Another visit.  She had done many.  Been to many kingdoms but Loess was not one.  It was not big enough.  Not established.  It lacked purpose thus her interests.  Nevertheless she went as instructed...

    It wasn't far.  Just beyond her cave.  Before the shifting of lands Pangea had been on the far side of her abode.  Now that was an interesting kingdom visit.  She chuckles to herself.  

    She remained in equine form.  Traversing across the short distance on old boring legs.  Why bother with the extra effort or flare? Her deep garnet eyes cast out across the lands.  Seeking any source of heat.  Not shockingly she finds little more than fuzzy creatures frolicking about the grassy hills.  Cocking a hind hoof in slight boredom.  They would not satisfy.  

    Deciding to halt at the border she calls out to any who may call this place home...
    Karaugh
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    She uses heat signature to find anyone but stops at border to wait... Patiently Smile
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    #2

    I V A R
    i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
    The summer sky of Loess is clear and blue, flecked here and there with ribbons of clouds. Later, when the sun has begun to sink, there will likely be a thunderstorm, a torent of rain and thunder with lightning that will iolluminate the rolling hills of the kinggom.

    Ivar is watching those hills now, perched on a rock outcropping with excellent sightlines. He could patrol the rest of the border, he knows, but best to keep an eye on the side that requires the most caution. He will leave the rest of the border for the tohers to watch. Most days the piebald stallion waits in vain, but today – at last – there is movement.

    He is heading toward the no man’s land between Sylva and Loess, the place where a dark figure has just emerged from the woods. The terrain is familiar and the young stallion moves quickly, arriving only a few moments after the mare announces her arrival. The voice sounded almost familiar, and as Ivar crests a hill, he realizes why. It is Karaugh.

    He knows the buckskin dimplomat, and so the expression on his face is not so stormy as it might have been were the envoy someone else – well, two particular someones. Still, she has come from there, and she still even smells fo the red-eyed stallion, and so Ivar does not offer the diplomat anything that could be construed as a welcoming or friendly greeting.

    “What do you want?” He asks abruptly, rolling his head to toss the tangled forelock from his mane. The smoky black stallion is virility incarnate, but as he stands poised and already impatient, he is not particularly appealing. Handsome, undoubtedly, but handsome in the way that a killing sword is handsome – dark, dangerous, and very like his father.



    kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis

    #3
    Heart 
    It wasn't long before a scent consumed the air that was so...delightful.

    Delectably so as her mind travels back to a time too long ago.  When a cave and a lagoon was centered in her homelands and a creature lurked within it's confines.  The stallion before her is not that specific creature but the descendant.  How his name still teased her, Stillwater.  The thoughts made her lips curl into a devious grin as her eyes met the pied stallion.  He was nearly as handsome as his father and as loyal as his mother.  Too bad his father had not been.  Perhaps Sylva would have never fallen.  She held no grudges to what Djinni had done.  The crown didn't sit as well on the skull of some.  

    His harsh words grasped her interest as she examined him.  "Ivar, it's been too long... How is your mother?" She pauses for a simple answer.  A nod or good, small talk wasn't her forte.  If she paused to long ideas would start reeling, "I'm surprised to see you...here.  This doesn't seem like your type of...scene." The predator in her ached to come out.  Fangs begging to descend from her gums.  She kept herself poised for the sake of diplomacy.

    Her gaze swept down his muscular frame.  His body covered in intruiging scales.  She wonders what they must feel like as she steps towards him, muzzle reaching out to his shoulder, "May I?" She whispers but when has any of her questions ever needed answers.  Her lips brush along the slope of blade.  

    Delicious. 

    Withdrawing herself from his side her ebony tail flickers curiously.  The golden sheen of her pelt shimmering in the daylight.  Had he protested her touch she offered little in response.  If he had allowed it without protest, he was more like his father than he knew.  

    Her grin returned and with it her purpose for being here, "Loess is invited to a...party.  Gryffen is extending a friendly invite to all the kingdoms in honor of the coming...season." Her eyes lock onto his, "I do hope you can make it Ivar." Let him speculate what he wished...

    Karaugh
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    #4
    Heda
    It isn't often that she finds people at the border, especially after her rather unpleasant meeting with Gryffen and his followers. By when she does she is hesitant to confront them, last time she  confronted a stranger at her doorstep, she and her lover were thrown around like Gryffen's own personal rag dolls. Playing at the strings of their minds, as if they were puppets.... she felt like she lost something during that visit, perhaps it was her confidence? Or perhaps it was her innocence? 

    But today while she wanders a rather potent and rancid scent reaches her nostrils, no surprise another one of Gryffen's minions has come to her borders to reek havoc upon all of them once more. What would this one do? Heda wonders, angered by how they come and go as they please through her lands, she doesn't come knocking on their doorstep every five minutes does she?

    It doesn't take long for her to reach the Pair at Loess's border, her hazel gaze darkens by the sight before her, and it becomes cold and hardened as she watches the stranger caress her Lover's shoulder. She had never been one to share, nor was that going to change. Jealousy rises in her, and with an aggressive tone she releases, "Hands off." She snaps, as she comes up beside Ivar, pressing her golden body possessively against his pearl and obsidian scaled hide. He was hers, just as much as she was his.

    She watches the mare, her jealously spiking higher by the second and before she can open hr lips she grows intrigued by the invitation to a party, hosted by no other than the Devil himself. Her gaze remains stone cold, not melting for the likes of this creature before them. "A party?" She questions, she didn't think a party was quite Gryffen's style. If anything this party would be more of a trap than a celebration. "Ivar..." Her vocals trail, she doesn't know how to react, the people she met at her borders were conniving assholes out to get her throne, and now they were inviting her and her kingdom to a social event? What even was this?

    She glances at Ivar wearily unsure how to answer, her mind spiraling with concerns. What if it was a trap? Luring all of the leaders of all the kingdoms into Sylva and forcing them to surrender their crowns. She can't help but think the worst, she presses her body closer to Ivar allowing herself to share a brief toll of her feelings onto him, faint and gentle a small cares of fear mixed with bewilderment, not forcing it onto him, but defining them as her feelings, so he knows whats going on within that mind of hers.
     
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    #5

    I V A R
    i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take

    It has been more than a year since he had last seen the buckskin mare. They had both met the Tephran diplomats at their border, a brief conversation without tangible results. He had assumed that she left for Nerine with his mother, but it is clear now that he was incorrect. Still in Sylva, it seems, and willingly consorting with a maniac. That tells him something of her personal tastes, at least, though he already knows she had no fear of monsters.  

    He gives her no answer to the first question, only acknowledges it with a small nod. Ivar is skilled at small talk, but it is more than apparent in his demeanor that he is no in the mood. The way she looks at him is not unfamiliar, but he does not acknowledge her request. She will come regardless, they all do, and he is resigned to it even as her breath ghosts across his skin.

    Heda’s abrupt claim startles him – he had heard her coming but had not expected the possessiveness she displays. He finds it rather endearing, yet even as he runs his scaled muzzle across her cheek, he boldly holds Karaugh’s eye. Ivar knows his mother was not always the mare beneath the water; that was simply the way of stallions. Ivar had seen Karaugh emerge from the lagoon; her preferences are far wilder than Heda’s.

    The winged mare is pressed firmly to his side, and he can hear the flutter of her heartbeat as it reacts to the diplomat’s invitation. Well-attuned to her, Ivar didn’t need her projected emotions to guess what the young queen was feeling. Still, he offers her a gentle touch to the crown of her head before he looks back at Karaugh. He had taken the lead during Loess’ previous dealings with Sylva, and he takes Heda’s quiet confusion gives him the courage to do so again.

    “I’m afraid you might have gotten your destinations mixed up,” he tells the diplomat graciously. “You see, last time Gryffen was here, our sovereignty and our lives were threatened. Yet we are to believe that this invitation is offered in friendship?”


    kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis

    #6
    Soft pitter patter of light hoof beats approaching causes her eyes to shift just as she is tracing his smooth skin.  A delighted curl to her ebony lips as another barges in on the pair.  All feathers and fury.  She snickers slightly before announcing her invite to the pair.  Emphasising Ivars welcomed presences as this other is uninteresting for her uses.  

    The mare is uneasy.  Justifiably, but her interest lies not in threatening the small kingdom.  Regarding Ivar questions, or statement...she is unsure. "We have no interest in your 'thrones'.  Politics are not to be discussed at this gathering.  Only...pleasure," she emphasizes pleasure with a flirty grin in her dark eyes, still fixated on the stallion.  "If you wished to make an alliance now I'd be more than willing to negotiate terms though," she steps closer to breathe her offer into his flesh.

    With a twist of her head she regards the mare, "I do not believe we have met.  I am Karaugh.  Appointed diplomat of Sylva by Stillwater, under Djinnis rule.  It is a shame the dynasty had fallen.  My loyalty to my home remains.  Surely you can understand."  She pauses for perhaps a name and title.  Seeing as the winged mare remains uneasy she doesn't expect much.  Wondering if maybe the crown was worn by the stallion himself.   

    Her golden profile tilts in thought.  The possessiveness of this mare intruiges her.  Does she really believe she'd be his one and only?  It was not in the nature of his beast.  

    Or of her beast... 
    Karaugh
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    #7
    Heda
    She doesn't enjoy watching this wretched creature all over HER man, she remains silent quieting her temper although the embers of her Jealousy burn brighter, she watches as the mare nears him, and with a possessive and quick movement she unfurls a golden flecked wing, and stepping forwards she raises her feathered appendage like barrier between the two. Her expression angered, yet remains some how still and unchanged, that glare of hers remaining passively on her cranium.

    "We'll consider your invitation, but don't be surprised if we don't show up." She states, the temptation to slap that flirty grin right off of the stranger's face grows, and Heda even smiles at the thought. But when this stranger speaks, about an alliance that smile of hers reverts to angered scowl, an alliance with them? The people that manipulated them like their own personal puppet on a string, the people that threaten their lives, their kingdom. Why should they make an alliance with the devil himself? But Heda, knowing the strength of her own kingdom is limited, scrapes that scowl off of her velvet lips. "What terms?" She questions, her wing still raised as a barrier, yet lowering by the second.

    Interesting enough what's said next surprises her, apparently this mare knows Ivar, and apparently she lived under the rule of his mother. Why hadn't he told her who this stranger was? The thought quaked within her mind, hazel eyes flickering about and fixing upon Ivar in a short pause before she emits her name, and her titles. "I'm Heda, Queen of Loess." She answers simply.
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    #8

    I V A R
    i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
    As he meets Karaugh’s gaze, Ivar wonders idly if she had been this bold in front of his mother.

    Surely not, he thinks; Kraugh seems the sort to value her own life. Or perhaps Djinni was simply less possessive of his father than Heda was of Ivar. His impression of monogamy is skewed, taught opposite schemas by each parent, and the lessons all underpinned by the undeniable biology of his kelpie self.

    Still, Heda is the warmth beside him most nights and he will not hurt her. Sylva is the enemy and Loess is a quiet kingdom; Ivar will not jeopardize them. The piebald stallion feels the sensation of both Heda’s soft feathers and Kraugh’s warm breath, and presses his shoulder reassuringly to the Queen’s. He meets her gaze when she looks up at him questioningly; had she not heard their lack of introductions, the fact that Karaugh had asked after his mother? Perhaps she had missed it during her rush to assert her claim over him.

    Karaugh continues to speak, and at her mention of her loyalty to her home, Ivar cannot help but smile. Loyalty to her home? More like loyalty to herself. He hides the expression in Heda’s navy mane, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck as she introduces herself and asks after the terms of an alliance. This area is her forte, after all. He is only the border guard and support when she requires it.


    kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis

    #9
    Enjoying the interesting twist of this meeting, she chuckled at the attempt to shelter the mares possession.  A feathered wing pulling him in close. Terms... The mare questions her.  A grin offered as her eyes flick from the winged mare to Ivar, "A child of course."  

    Turning herself away from the pair, so sharply her golden rump brushes under Ivars chin.  Ebony whips tossed gently.  Mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she watched them.  Ink dipped legs drew her a few steps farther before facing them again.  A slight shoulder roll to their lack of RSVP.  

    Ears twist within the ebony tangle of tresses at a name and a title.  The grin across her maw even more prominent, "Oh I get it now..."  A pause as she moves closer to Heda, "A queen needs her play things too." A soft wink was given to Heda.  The twos affections for one another do not go unnoticed.  Though she cares not for affection.  A fleeting moment of flesh against flesh is all she ever needed.  

    So with no more than a nod of her crown, she moves herself to the side of Ivar that Heda does not consume with her body.  Walking down the length of his frame and as she rounds the pair she shifts her own pair of wings.  Not of feather but of skin the color of the dark skies.  Taunt between hollowed bones with finger like appendages on the tip of each.  Folding the outer wing to her side and extending the other so the expanse of wing reaches across both their bodies.  Coming to stop at Hedas side she presses her golden body into the Queen.  Ebony lips whispering to her, "We'd make a fine threesome... Don't you think?" She chuckles quietly as her extended wing folds to her body and she walks forwards.  Far enough away that she looks back at them - still huddled close - unfurling her bat wings to take to the air.  Not before stating, "See you soon." 

    With an upwards thrust her wings transport her back to Sylva.  Towards the ridgeline where her cavern awaits her...
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