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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


    Quand on n'a que l'amour - Warrick
    #11

    Her chuckle is light and airy, and when she glances back the reflected light of the lava isn’t the only twinkle in her eyes. The easy smile upon her lips seemed sowed into place, and yet it stayed genuine all the time. ”Okay, okay, I believe you” she replies laughing, though Amorette secretly watches how he trots to catch up.

    He agrees and she nods, content with the answer. Relieved too. Even if she had been like 99,9% sure that he would agree with what she said. With Warrick’s support, Tephra could be what had been envisioned long ago.

    Step by step Amore nears the mouth of the ever spitting volcano. It is bubbling gently, with soft growls to accompany it. Safe enough to dare another step closer. The heat is almost unbearable to bear, and yet the dark woman tells herself to linger just a moment longer. Warrick joins her, and like that he shows that he’s just as smitten with the volcano as herself, just as crazy too. Her eyes move to the navy span at his sides, then up to the stars and eventually she meets his gaze. ”You always were a stargazer.” Her words are a statement, a truth, not a joke or meant to be funny. ”They suit you.” And they do.

    It is then that the volcano decides they’ve stand this close to the ever fire spitting mouth long enough now. Without a warning the lava is spit out more furiously. ”Autch.” Amore instantly backs away from the mouth, having as much respect for the volcano as she’s intrigued by it, but she is not quick enough to evade the lave spit in their direction.

    For a moment her gaze is locked on the fire, then she quickly glances over herself, only to move on to Warrick with a worried frown. The scent of burned hair is in the air, and it wasn’t coming from alone Amore. Like her, he is marred by small spots, burn marks that left their skin sizzling. Right then and there she decides to answer Warrick’s question with deeds rather than words.

    Amorette’s nose dips towards one of the spots on her knees, and on clue and caused by her will, fire burns from the small wounds. They are big enough to be uncomfortable, but not big enough to be serious. First, the fire burns brighter, and the scent of burnt flesh is in the air. She frowns at the smell of it, but is able to hold back the wince at the sharp pain. Gifts never came without consequences. A moment later she pulls back, and turns to face Warrick, all spots of lavaburn gone.

    For a moment her dark gaze holds his blue one. This time she doesn’t smile, nor speak, nor joke. She allows him to process this on his own, to see the truth as she believed. Wouldn’t such a gift come from the fire goddess herself? Amore takes one step in Warrick’s direction, her muzzle outstretched to his. ”Allow me?”

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.



    @[Radar] <3
    I really should learn how to write less lengthy replies XD
    #12
    like the sun swallowed up by the earth
    Amorette is a gentle spirit, and so is Warrick. It is no surprise that the two get along together so swimmingly, and Warrick wonders to himself why he has never done so before. However, there is a side to him that is darker than he would care to admit - even to himself. Tephra and its residents were above any other, and he knows that in a heartbeat he would fight for any single one of them, and would not blink an eye as the life of a evil being slips into nothingness - death is nothing new to him, and his troubled life has led him to believe that some do not deserve to live amongst them. Karaugh did not prove herself worthy of such light and kindness (such as Amorette possesses) and he will not allow a soul upon their home to chip away at what goodness was left in the world. Gryffen - he hopes he is dead, and all of his little compatriots. There is some goodness in all badness, but he has seen the exceptions and he will not give second chances to those who do not deserve them.

    A sanctuary is what Warrick imagines. The broken and forgotten could live safely amongst Tephra, without fear and judgement. He would protect them all from the harshness and evils of the outside world, but he cannot do that without letting a darker side of him take over when it is needed, nor could he do it if he did not have a cutthroat commander that wills loyalty and protection for the volcano as well.
    He wonders momentarily if Amorette would ever doubt him, or question his ways to rule, and the idea that she might hurts him, but he swallows the sadness - she understands far more than she lets on, and he would not doubt her loyalty to him.

    Amorette admires his wings, the gentleness of her gaze taking in the soft and supple feathers, that once extended fully could easily lift him into the air with one strong swipe. Beneath her gaze they flutter, ruffling at his sides in a soft whisper as they brush against each other, delicate little things that, by itself, were of no use, but together, were incredible. Her words are soft as they leave her lips, and his blue eyes rise to meet hers with a curious expression. “They give what we need,” he murmurs thoughtfully in response, snorting softly.

    It does not take the little mare long to begin to stray closer to the bubbling pit, and he follows her without hesitation. The closer they moved, his adrenaline would rise, tightening within his chest and increasing the pulse of his heart throughout his body. It was exhilarating and made him feel alive to be so close to something so naturally powerful, and for a moment he loses himself into the orange glow, forgetting that Amorette is beside him. Her warning is meant to bring him back into focus but he reacts a moment too late, and the searing of his flesh is immediate and burning. The sound is almost more terrible than the pain itself, and he winces as he can hear the auburn skin melt away and the lava singe into his muscle of his shoulder, dotting down his legs and even burning away the blue at his legs. An expletive leaves his lips in surprise and pain, and sheepishly he glances to her in almost an apology as they dance away from the fire - she had been hurt too, and he frowns.

    Warrick is about to speak, to suggest they stop being so curious and move down the volcano to find water to soothe their small burns, but he never gets to it because in an instant, a mixture of smoke and fire and burning fill his nostrils and alight on her body, and he snorts at her with concern - what was happening? He steps closer, nosing her with his muzzle on her curled neck as she brings her muzzle to her wounds, brow furrowing above his blue gaze.

    It takes only a moment and she has turned her face back up to look at him, and with a tilt of his head he smiles at her amusedly. “Healing?” he questions her, “with fire?” He had seen so many things - but never has he seen a destructive and powerful source be used for fixing thing instead of burning them to ash. She comes to reach for him and he doesn’t hesitate, meeting her halfway by extending his own muzzle and welcoming her to heal the small burns that adorn his chest and legs.

    “Please,” he says with a gentle laugh, his eyes sparkling.  
    Warrick


    @[Amorette] <333
    #13

    Up until today, Amorette has yet to face real hardship in her life. She only has pleasant memories of her youth, which had been carefree and bright. In her memories, the Mourning Mountains was a good place. Perhaps a bit empty and bare, but good nonetheless. Back then she had been too young to see the truths hidden in plain sight, such as the hardship her sire had put her mother through.

    One day her father – not her sire, another hidden truth – had come spiralling down from the sky and then taken them all to live with him in Heaven’s Gates. She and Besra had started many adventures in the mountains, and they had been just as happy to end their stories in the Gates.

    The Reckoning had changed all. Perhaps that was the hardest thing Amorette had been forced to face in her life. All she had known had been torn out of her grasp and it was even worse learning that she’d missed the start of this new Beqanna. She still doesn’t know what exactly had happened, or why she had been stuck in a drift of time, but the dark woman cannot say she blames the gods for it. She might not had faced hardship herself, but there was no way she could’ve not seen all what had been wrong in Beqanna.

    Beqanna had also been good to her. It hadn’t taken her any trouble to find her father, and Tephra has been her home ever since. The start of Warrick’s reign also more of less signalled the start of Amore’s activity. It had been under Ellyse’s rule that she had been able to take a step back from the volcano and look at all of Tephra, but feels more at home in Warrick’s version of Tephra.

    His words keep her thoughts busy for a moment. Did the gods really give them what they need? In his case that seemed so true, and she cannot deny that his wings seemed to be god given. The navy span compliments him and Amore can already not imagine him without them. Her gift is so very different from his. Nobody would know, unless they were told about it or if she showed them. She wouldn’t want it another way.

    But did she really need healing? Thus far she hadn’t really needed healing either, even the burns on her own knees hadn’t really needed healing. And, last of all things Amorette wants is to display herself as something magical, something sacred. So no, she decides as she watches the bubbling magma is that she doesn’t really need it.

    The goods clearly disagree with her thoughts. She’s quicker to retreat from the threat the lava opposes than Warrick, which she only realises too late. Amore curses herself, for bringing him this close to the mouth, and with worry she eyes the wound on his shoulder. Compared to the little spots that had landed on her own body had been nothing. Her ears flick back and lips press together in a thin line, and Amorette almost feels his pain.

    But like that the purpose of her gift shines through too. She hadn’t been gifted by healing for herself, but instead it was meant to help others. Just like this gave her the opportunity to show Warrick, without feeling she is bragging. His questions make her nod her dark head once, and a smile slowly takes over the expression upon her features. Worry is still in her eyes, but soon the harm will be undone.

    ”It is not painless” she tells him softly, head tilted lightly to the side as she studies him. She had to be sure he understood. Amore hadn’t been able to warn Bragi, but he would be the first and last one to be surprised by her fire. Warrick reaching out to her is enough reassurance. A light bump of her muzzle against his and then she turns towards his wound side. Up close it is even worse than she’d thought, especially his shoulder and from there it works down his leg. An apology lies on her lips, but she doesn’t voice it. Amorette decides it is better to show him.

    It looks like a touch of her muzzle is all she needs to heal him. She doesn’t touch the wound itself, but just besides it. Her eyes close, that simply helps her concentrate better. A sharp flame comes from his wounds. First his shoulder, then down to the ground. Again Amorette cannot help it but to frown at the scent of burnt flesh. The sweetness is sickening  and she is thankful that the gentle breeze is quick to take it away.

    When the smoke clears she is relieved to find the patch of skin healed. Rather nicely too. Bragi’s shoulder still showed a scar, but then again, that had been an accident. Warrick’s shoulder showed the promise of healing without such resemblance. A relieved sigh escapes past her lips, but she is unable to hide her uncertainty. She is silent when she steps back, her eyes slowly moving to Warrick’s features. What did he think?

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.




    @[Radar] Sorry not sorry <3
    #14
    like the sun swallowed up by the earth
    He is not surprised that the power that infiltrates all of Beqanna has ended up within some of his very closest companions, and he is thankful that these gifts have found them. Beqanna is a generous country, and seems to enjoy giving its fruits to its inhabitants. He is especially glad to see when their abilities are created in such a way that they can be used to doing good, like how Amorette’s new ability began to heal his burnt and seared flesh. He cannot say that he is completely relaxed when she reaches towards him, and the terseness in his muscles is evident as she warns him of its pain in the healing. He dare not close his eyes, however, in fear he would miss the magical healing on his very own skin.

    Sharp flames arise from his wounds, the largest being the one on his shoulder. It is painful, perhaps more painful than the original wounds themselves, and the great stallion winces and sucks a sharp inhale of air through his clenched teeth. The smell makes his nose wrinkle, sweet and stinging on his flared nostrils, and he wonders what Amorette thinks of it, suddenly worried about putting her in such a situation - to heal burnt flesh. But the little mare seems more than happy to do it, despite the lack of allure that comes with her healing process. Smoke rises from each wound as the flames begin to wane and die away, and he is thankful as the cool air greets his skin.

    The dots on his legs are now healed most nicely, and quickly his navy and auburn coat will fill in the patches where the hair had burned away. His shoulder is in near perfect condition, save for the raw pink of his skin showing through. He laughs, shrugging his shoulder with gratification in his eyes. He would take a few weeks of hairlessness to say that he had been perfectly healed by Amorette’s fire. His wings flutter against his sides in delight, the great navy feathers rustling as they brush against each other.

    “What a gift, Amorette!” he exclaims with somewhat of a half-rear, his forelegs pulling towards his chest for a moment before they fall back into the soft earth of the volcano. “A true blessing.”
    Warrick


    @[Amorette]
    #15

    Her fire healing is both a blessing and a warning. It allows her to look after Tephra and her habitants, she wouldn’t ask for anything in return, just as she would try make sure nobody else would gain from it. But everyone knows Amorette is quite naïve and tends to focus on the good, sometimes even blind to the bad. However, her gift comes not without a prize, a prize everybody would have to pay.

    Warrick pays it well. Only a wince and sharp intake of breath, that’s all. He doesn’t pull back nor lashes at her for the pain. She had warned him, but pain could very much call out a primitive reaction. Nevertheless, she would’ve taken any lashing without giving as much of a retort.

    Her laugh is soft, but loud enough to be heard over the volcano’s sounds. Amore shifts away, to position herself more to his side in favour of shifting away from his front legs. Relief washes over her. She hadn’t expected Tephra’s king to react in any other way, but that doesn’t mean she hadn’t feared it. ”Pele’s blessing, perhaps, but a blessing it is” she agrees with a smile and a nod of her head. ”And so much more than that.”

    Amorette truly believes she’s not to abuse it. She isn’t a deity nor meant to be revered, her gift – blessing – is meant to help and cure. And all who came to her would experience it first hand, simply because of its prize. ”It’s getting easier every time I attempt it. The first time was as much as a surprise to me and..” a pause, ”.. my patient. I didn’t know what was happening, nor what had caused it. His wound hasn’t healed as nicely as yours, and the bigger the harder it still is.” Neither she or her gift are prefect.

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.

    #16
    like the sun swallowed up by the earth
    She mentions Pele and his chest warms with adoration, realizing that Amorette has become a genuine and close friend from their hike up the volcano together. It had been a sort of bonding experience, one that led him to trust and understand her more than he had originally, despite knowing her probably the longest out of any of Tephra’s current residents. With Ellyse in Sylva and Offspring seemingly disappearing into the mists of the mountains, he is glad that he has someone beside him who remembers Tephra for more than just a few years - someone who has been here since he had been a young and lost soul, and has seen how the volcano has changed him into something completely different.

    “Wielding this gift will come easier to you in time. You should have seen my first attempt at flying.” The memory shows on his face, his eyes sparkling as he remembers Ellyse and her training, the way he had clumsily flitted into the air for the first time, unsure and hesitant, before quickly falling back to earth. Learning had been painful, but he is so thankful that he learned - he now expertly can dive through the tightest corners of the mountains throughout Beqanna, hover above the ocean’s waves with only inches between him and the water, or climb higher and higher into the heavens without a second thought! But suddenly the sparkle in his eyes fade and dim, and his brow furrows with contemplation - he misses his golden friend, and as he presses his lips together, he wonders why Sylva has remained so silent these past few months. Perhaps it is due time for him to leave Tephra, and scour the land for both Ellyse and Dahmer. He is hesitant though - a feeling of dread stirs in his stomach, as if when he arrives to the great forest, he will be displeased with what he finds there.

    The sound of lava spitting beside them once again brings him back into focus with a loud snort. With a toss of his head, he presses these serious thoughts behind and gently flutters his great wings. “Let us go; I am sure the volcano will not be so merciful next time.” He smiles at Amorette, and gives her shoulder a gentle nudge with a stretching of his neck towards her.

    Trekking back down the volcano is harder than it is coming up, Warrick decides. There are moments he wishes he could take to the skies and not be subject to gravity’s pull, but if Amorette had to do it, he would too. Their steps are as light as they can be, but still rocks and loose pebbles tumble from their perches, and his legs are heavy by the time they near the bottom of the volcano. He is out of breath slightly, sweat staining his haunches and chest, but he smiles all the same.

    “I’ve been meaning to take a trip to Sylva,” he says to her over his shoulder as they continue their disembarkment, “would you care to join me?” If he were to stumble onto the forest by himself, he is afraid what he will find there will be harder to digest without someone by his side.
    Warrick


    @[Amorette]
    #17

    His kind words encourage her, and Warrick even humours himself in the process. She chuckles softly, gratefully accepting the offered joke. She offers him comfort in return by gently bumping her muzzle against his shoulder. ”I would have loved to witness that” she offers him with a grin, before the humour leaves her features in favour of smiling at her friend thankfully. ”I hope you are right, I’ll remember your words next time.” Knowing Tephra’s king has faith in her would surely help a lot to deal with her insecurities.

    That the volcano manages to startle him makes her grin, and gently shake her head as if she cannot believe it. After all, it’s their beloved volcano that startles him. She doesn’t object, nor voice out her small moment of joy, and just follows him down the volcano with the ease of someone used to the trek.

    She enjoys the comfortable silence between them. The further they go down the less loud the sound of the rumbling volcano becomes. Soon the sounds of their breaths – hers is getting heavier as they proceed down – and of rocks rolling down the volcano joins the volcano. Amorette cannot say it’s hard on her ears, but she welcomes Warrick’s words whole heartedly. For a short moment their gazes meet, but she’s not able to nod in time for to see. ”I’d like that. A change of scenery would actually be quite nice, and I don’t think that the volcano will disappear in our absence.”

    The last part of their trek down is short and soon they stand side by side at the base. Amore cannot help it but to bend her neck and glance up the volcano across her shoulder, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Today had been more than a friendly trip to the volcano, she decides, as her dark gaze wanders back to Warrick. ”Shall we explore her caves next time?” she suggests. It would be nice to spend some casual time together again, and it could either be before or after their trip to Sylva.

    ”Let me know when you plan to go to Sylva, I’ll be glad to accompany you. For now, I think we could both use a bath and some rest.” It’s not that Amore dislikes the layer of ash upon her coat, but she knows her muscles will ache if not tended to well.

    Amorette

    Quand on n'a que l'amour.



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