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We danced on into the night - Any - Bragi - 11-24-2017 A new day. As quickly as he had been dragged onto the island, he had been draw away. In a violent storm, one that ravaged the monsters-once-friends who had been pursing him. Howling winds had flayed the skin from their bones, until the sea had reached up and pulled him back unde, it's black depths eventually offering him tormented sleep. He wished it hadn't given him back up. A new beach. A suspicion in the back of his mind. This one smelled different, familiar. The winds held the same scent he had known in the land he had traveled to with his brother, though with a sulfur edge. His brother... Hod! Oh gods, where was his brother? The splashed stallion surged to his feet, intent on finding the boy. But he had been gone so long... for though only a month had passed in Beqanna, two years had gone by on the island. Bragi did not know that his brother was only just settling in to his new home, miles away. What he did know, now, was that he could not see. Growing up with Hod, Bragi was familiar with blindness. Not from the perspective of the blind, though. Not with the knowledge that he could stare as long as he wanted, but he could not make the sky appear. He could not see the sand he knew to be beneath his feet, nor the trees he heard wind blowing through not far off. His sight was gone, stolen by whatever demonic entity had seen fit to torment him. One last act of dominance over a plaything that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His head ached, he noticed. A jabbing pain between the eyes, that he'd only just come to acknowledge, though it had been there since he woke up on this warm shore. A surge of loss and pain and heartache overcame him, brought him to his knees. Brair was gone. He had no doubts of that. But he had been real, they all had. Bragi took note of another ache, the patch of bare flesh where Alya had torn his skin away in her demented attack. The shoulder was stiff, sea salt making the injury smart and sting. It was his token of the reality. Oh, but if his head would only stop it's pounding! If only he could see, or just know where the sea had placed him this time?! Bitter tears pooled in his unknowing eyes. He was ragged and damaged and lost. But he had to make a choice. A new direction. He wanted to be away from the hateful water. Did not want to risk it's curiously again, and be dragged beneath to some new hell. Nose dropped nearly to the ground, an attempt at navigation, he took his first plodding steps. Not knowing where to, he had long forgotten the place he and his brother had been heading with the little ice winged girl. He instead turned his back to the rushing waves, a matted, tangled far cry from the golden man he once was. The only way he cared to go was away from the sea. Anything that came after would be a blessing. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Amorette - 11-29-2017 Levi had sparked her curiosity to explore the beach. She was familiar with the caves that were to be found near the shore, where she had hid for a while after her father had left Tephra and new rules had set in. she had been gone when leadership had been transferred from Lucrezia to Offspring and she had been just in time to hear Offspring appointing Ellyse as their new Overseer. Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Bragi - 11-29-2017 Hello? His ears pinned at the foreign voice, the melodic pitch cutting through fog his mind seemed to be swimming through. Startled, he half-reared, stumbling as his chipped hooves again made contact with the soft sand beneath them. His gold and white head snakes around jerkily, trying to find the source of that simple word. She is close by, he can feel that. The sand must have muffled her steps, that she was able to come so close without his hearing. Breathing elevated, his heart taking off at a gallop, he peered into the darkness. He was frustrated, so frustrated. The warm sun on his back told him that it was day time. The world should not be hidden from him, especially while the sun shone as it always had. She spoke again, and he fought his trembling to listen. Asked if he was ok, and gave him the courtesy of her name. Amorette. It was pretty, he knew. Likely, the made who owned the name matched it in loveliness. For all he knew, though, she could be a wizened hag of a thing. He stomped a hoof angrily, and then grew still. Inside and out, he did not move, sides barely giving way for breath. He turned his aquilline head slowly now, blind eyes finding where she stood at last. Amorette. For a moment, he was the beautiful, confident stallion he had been not so long ago. Despite his raggedness, he still stood tall and strong. "Amorette." He tested the word on his tongue, feeling the shape of it. His head tilted to one side, listening. "I am not well. I need... water." He said at last, raw throat making his baritone gravelly. It underscored his request. A sigh dragged from his chest, as he closed his beleaguered eyes against horrific visions that threatened the edges of his mind. Yes. Water would be a good start. And perhaps Amorette could help I other ways. Time would tell. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Amorette - 11-30-2017 His reaction told her she hadn’t approached carefully enough, and for that she mentally scolds herself. Though she had made sure to keep enough distance between them, and to call out to him when she was still at least 10 meters away, she had apparently startled him. She was the one to blame for his reaction, and any result it might have. His shoulder must hurt when he had lifted himself up in the air like that. ”I’m sorry,” she offers, her head dipping as she steps back again to give the hurt stranger some more space. ”I didn’t meant to startle you..” Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Bragi - 12-03-2017 The world is moving on without him. And for the moment, that's alright. For a moment, it is just him and the sea and he forgets the other soul beside him. There, it whispers to him still, makes promises of sleep and a quiet end, if he would just....Step....In... Another whisper. This one sweet and feminine, it breaks through the persuading murmur of the tide. I'm going to touch your shoulder now. He turns his head blindly to meet the voice, stiffening when it follows through with its promise of touching him. An icy finger draws a shiver along his spine at the touch. A flashing memory of teeth in his flesh. For one mind numbing moment, fear tells him to run, fast and far. In the next moment, his sanity fights back. It was a little touch, a gentle one. Barely there at all. And she, Amorette, wants to help. She says so. Another shudder rolls through him, and he subconsciously leans into her offered flank. A river. That would be good. He nods his assent into her side, savoring the warm scent of her. He feels like a newborn foal at his dams side, dependant for his survival, despite standing taller than the kind woman. "This river, it is not far?" He asks heavily. Rest would be his next desire, once the gritty thirst was gone from his tongue. OOC: Short words, I'm sorry >_< @[Amorette] RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Amorette - 12-04-2017 The brush of her muzzle across his shoulder is feather light, but at the same time firm enough to let him know it’s not something he imagines. She is there, at his side, even if he cannot see her. Her dark eyes try to read his body language, from the way he holds himself to the expression on his face. It’s not hard to notice how tense his is, and Amore can only hope he’ll relax and trust her. Though she can only imagine how hard it would be for him. Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Bragi - 12-04-2017 Hod made it look so easy. Blindness was just a matter of fact to him, and so they had treated it like such. But now Bragi knew deeper respect for his brother. His nose against Amorette's shoulder, he now followed where another lead. It was a test of trust, especially with someone he had only just met. A seed of suspicion nibbled at his mind. How had she come across him, anyway? Was this just another phase in the demons plan? It would make sense, to draw him in with soft words and gentle touches, only to have a monster be hiding beyond his sight.... or perhaps she was simply what she seemed. Maybe she has just been in the right place at the right time. He growled low in his throat, frustrated. Amorette's question broke him from his tormented reverie. If she was evil, she was doing a good job of masking it. "Bragi. My name is Bragi. I apologize for not offering it sooner..." He trailed off with a curse, amazed at his lapse in courtesy. Once, he would have been the first to introduce himself. Witty, flirtatious banter would have flown like wine from his lips. Now he was struggling to introduce himself. She was right, they didn't have too travel far to reach the river. She was a good guide, choosing a clear path for them to travel. When he stumbled, it was only over his own feet, unused to being guided telographically. He guides himself as he had seen Hod do, nose brushing against her shoulder periodically to adjust his direction, listening for her steps so as to not walk into her. We're here. Yes, he can hear it, the water. Different from the ocean's persistent beating, the river sings a separate song. She tells him, it's just two steps forward. He hesitates why is that all he can do anymore? And then he moves forward, until the swift moving water flows up and around his legs, sliding beneath his barrel in cold ribbons. Pushing away the surge of fear, he dips his face to the surface. For a long minute, he is lost to the taste of fresh water. It stings in his scrapes and wounds, but it is cleansing him. Though he cannot see it, the river draws salt and blood from his pelt, darkening it as he stands there. His constant headache abates for the time. Sated at last, he pulls his damp body to the banks, and falls to his knees, then his side. Amorette is nearby, he can hear her move through the water as well. Feeling somewhat more like himself, he turns to face her splashing. "Forgive me. The hell I have just left was not kind. I'm afraid I'm not the same I was before meeting it. You said your name is Amorette. So tell me Amorette, where are we? Aside from a river's bank, that is." He sighs, exhaustion threatening to put him to sleep before he hears her answer, but fear of dreaming keeping him awake. So he would talk to her, and learn what he could. @[Amorette] RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Amorette - 12-05-2017 Being born blind was one thing, suddenly becoming blind a whole other. For one it would almost be natural to find its way around, but in the other case it would cause a disaster. Nothing could ever prepare someone for losing one of its senses. Amorette had never met someone disabled before, but she cannot help but worry about the buckskin male at her side. Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. OOC: Sooooo, Amorette used her fire healing on Bragi. She never used it before, and she didn’t/doesn’t know she’s able to. The fire would hurt the moment it flares, but his wound should hurt less now the healing had sped. Let me know if you’re not okay with this, then I’ll edit my post ^^. RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Bragi - 12-16-2017 Bragi It was love from above that could save me from hell @[Amorette] This is desperately late, I'm so sorry. PTSD can be hard for me to write -.- RE: We danced on into the night - Any - Amorette - 12-20-2017 On instinct she had stumbled away from him, as to flee from the fire that had come unexpected. Her next reaction is to glance around, her dark eyes searching for Levi’s form, but no, it hadn’t been him either. Nor did she see anybody else near enough to cause that. Which meant it had been either her, or Bragi. And based on the latter’s reaction it hadn’t been his own doing. Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. |