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keep a little fire burning; provoke, any - Smoak - 12-09-2017
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
He rests beneath the heavy boughs of the River's massive great oak, thin champagne body leaning against the gnarled bark of the trunk. Smoak's hazel eyes flutter gently closed, coaxed into dozing by the hazy heat of Beqanna's summer afternoon. The young stallion floats just on the edge of sleep for some time, ears twitching lazily and instinctively at the occasional breeze or caw of a bird in the distance but he remains otherwise unmoved.
Usually, the bone-armored stallion would rest his weary limbs on the eastern shore of Hyaline where the roiling ocean can lull him to sleep, but he had been roaming the southern border of his new home in search of residents he had yet to meet, but Smoak had become lost in thought and had ventured much farther south than he had originally intended, stopping only when he reached the bank of the River.
When his hazel eyes flutter open finally, it has reached the late afternoon and most of those who had been meandering around the River have disappeared. Smoak hums quietly in his solitude, tossing his bone-plated head to stretch the muscles of his neck before leaning away from the massive tree to make his way back to the heart of Hyaline.
Smoak
@[Provoke]
RE: keep a little fire burning; provoke, any - Provoke - 12-09-2017
provoke
» death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily «
RE: keep a little fire burning; provoke, any - Smoak - 12-12-2017
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
Drowsiness clings to him, hazel eyes hesitant to open and remove all last tendrils of his daytime nap. When finally he coaxes himself awake, the champagne stallion peers out over the river for a brief moment before shifting his weight away from the large oak. His lanky appendages help him to pivot back towards Hyaline and he comes face to face with a small teal and purple creature, eyes wide with terror. Smoak takes his own step back, alarmed by the sudden appearance of the foal and by the prospect of whatever had scared her still hanging around the river.
But when she backs away from him with her own stuttering steps and a shaky voice, Smoak's face twists up in confusion and he shakes his bone-armored head to reassure her. "No, uh, I won't eat you, I promise," he watches her closely, unsure of the best way to approach a situation such as this. "I only like to eat grass. I'm pretty picky." He forces a small grin, ears twisting forward to face the cotton candy colored filly.
"Can you tell me why you're so scared?" he asks tentatively, hoping that whatever had terrified her was nowhere near them now. He hasn't much experience in actually fights, just what Mom and Scyla have taught him in the past, and now he realizes that perhaps he and Svedka should have practiced fighting more often than they had.
Smoak
@[Provoke]
RE: keep a little fire burning; provoke, any - Provoke - 12-18-2017
provoke
» death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily «
RE: keep a little fire burning; provoke, any - Smoak - 12-30-2017
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
Smoak is unsure how much time has passed since he had last seen Joaquin and Joplin. He's sure that, at this point, his younger half-siblings are nearly considered adults and thus have lost the innocence of childhood (an innocence that had been removed from all three of them, when their parents had been abducted for Carnage's entertainment), but he still likes to think on the newborn versions of them, when they had been carefree and full of laughter and endlessly inquisitive.
The cotton candy filly reminds him of them as she plops her rump upon the soft earth, her ears haphazard and mane askew as she regards him with boundless curiosity that only children seem able to master. And, much to Smoak's amusement, the young girl seems quite comfortable now that he has assured her that she is not on the dinner menu ─ her questions spill in quick succession, giving him no more than a millisecond between each, and so the bone-armored stallion laughs good-naturedly but waits until her lungs have expelled all of her breath before even considering responding to her questions.
The filly stands back up, her lavender tail waving this way and that as her face breaks into a wide, sweet smile as she introduces herself finally. He nods his head to her playfully, mane falling over his hazel eyes, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Provoke," the champagne stallion offers with a quiet chuckle, "My name is Smoak. Sometimes I like berries, but I have to be in the mood for them. Apples are pretty good, too."
He pauses, thinking back on her questions, the corners of his lips upturned. "There's nothing wrong with looking funny! Sometimes I forget that the bone is there," he shrugs, "but it comes in handy if I bump my head on a branch or if someone tries to bite me. I was born in Tephra, where the big volcano is, but now I live in Hyaline, with the big crystal lake. Where do you live? Who is your mom?" he inquires, throwing more questions back at the cotton candy girl.
"And yeah, you're pretty cool," he chuckles again, "and it looks like your mane and tail turned purple from sneaking too many berries when your mom wasn't watching."
Smoak
@[Provoke]