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soldier keep on marching on; any - Hurricane - 09-14-2018
When days have become endless, when they lose all meaning, it's so very easy for the days and weeks and months to become muddled together, fading into one monotonous span of time. It is the price of immortality, one might suppose. A price he has paid over and over and over again.
He had long since lost track of his ceaseless wanderings. Once, he had been a soldier. Purpose had been burned into his bones, an indelible stamp. Then his home had fallen, ravaged by forces far greater than he. In the years since, he had become nothing more than another of Beqanna’s infinite wanderers, faceless and nameless. No longer a king or a warrior. Just another in an endless sea.
While he had not been content, he had accepted his purposeless existence. He has given himself to the fog of immortality. Perhaps he had slept. Perhaps he had merely wandered. But whatever the case, for the first time in ages, he finds himself restless.
For a moment, the sky becomes just a bit brighter, the stalks of grass and quivering leaves just that much sharper. With a grunt, the pale stallion stretches long legs forward, feathered wings extending to their full, impressive length before a forcefully wakening shake consumes his body.
Stiffness relieved, he settles himself once more, snorting for good measure. Only then does he recognize where he had unwittingly carried himself. The meadow, a place as familiar to him as it is foreign.
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
It's recycled because I'm lazy but someone please come love himmm
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Dayé - 09-16-2018
when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Hurricane]
I read his post and Daye said she wanted to meet him. :|
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Hurricane - 09-18-2018
The wolf is a silent creature, stealth as natural to it as the thick, shaggy pelt adorning its compact frame. Even Hurricane, with all his skill and experience, cannot hear it coming until it is close. But he has rarely worried about such things. He would make a poor meal for any such creature, especially a lone one such as she.
When the pale wolf appears from the trees, his dark eyes settle upon it with surprising apathy. Even when between one step and the next, she shakes off the skin of the wolf for that of a horse, he shows hardly any reaction. Instead, he studies her, as she no doubt had done to him. She is as wild as the wolf, even in equine form. The blue gold sheen of her stunning skin does little to distract from the rawness of her demeanor.
Hurricane has never cared much for niceties, so her lack of immediate greeting hardly disturbs him. Indeed, he barely notices she hadn't spoken until the ‘Hello’ falls almost gently from her lips. Had she not spoken first, he might have been content to stand in companionable silence with the pretty mare until dusk fell over the land.
Instead he finds himself trying to dredge up the remnants of decent social behavior that he hadn't used in ages. “Hello,” he returns simply by way of greeting, voice rough and gravelly with disuse.
As he continues to stare at her, a faint curiosity begins to tickle at his conciousness. It has been a long while since anyone had bothered to approach him. He is simply a long forgotten relic of a day gone by. Hardly worth the investment, given how much he has forgotten of social niceties.
But then he remembers one more, the exchange of names everyone seems so enamored of. So after what is probably an interminable silence, he utters his own name, briefly and without lyricism. “Hurricane.”
A poet he would never be.
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
p.s. I'm so excited they're meeting!!! <33333
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Dayé - 09-19-2018
when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Hurricane]
Same! <3 Please forgive her for being strange. :| And for not replying with her own name, cause she sometimes forgets and needs to be reminded that it's a normal thing to do.
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Hurricane - 09-21-2018
Perhaps, in a way, he does know her. The familiar stillness of her feminine features finds its match in the harsher planes of his pale likeness. They may have never before met, but there is a commonality in them. One hard to place a finger one, but much harder to deny. She may be a wolf and he a storm, but they share an uncommon lack of tameness. A ferocity that belies the calmness of their demeanors.
Hurricane would deny it, such fierceness. He has spent so many of his years in the bitter iciness and unforgiving harshness of the forgotten Tundra that he has begun to take it’s likeness upon himself. But there is a fire that resides deep within his soul, one that remains banked until an iron comes along to stoke its flame. His lost home, despite its chill, had done that once. But now, he has nothing. Fallen into obscurity like those windswept flats and forgotten by time itself. Maybe one day, there would be something that caught at his truest of hearts, but he is no fortune teller. It is not his fate to know what might come to pass.
He barely notices the silence between them, so comfortable it is. He has long since grown used to silence. When one has only one’s voice to hear, it becomes easy to forget how to speak. It becomes easy to allow feral instincts to reclaim oneself. But if there was anyone who could understand that, perhaps it was she, this wild wolf-woman who had singled him out so easily.
Are you a hurricane? Her question gives him pause. Of course, he knows his is far more than a name. It is a thing others have often read much more into than he could claim credit for. He supposes, once, he might have been named something else. He remember very little of his childhood. Only his mother calling him her little hurricane. He doesn’t know why he remembers that and almost nothing else, but for whatever the reason, the name had stuck.
After another lengthy silence, he shakes his head. No, he is not a hurricane as she is the wolf. At least, not to his decidedly biased mind. To others, perhaps he was. But to him, he is neither wild nor ferocious. He is not a thing to gaze at in awe nor fear. “I am just a man,” he rumbles without shame or conceit.
And he is. Just as inconsequential a man as every other who takes space upon this earth.
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Dayé - 09-23-2018
when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Hurricane]
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Hurricane - 09-24-2018
There is no such thing as a mere man. The words catch his attention, drawing his focus to her in a way it hadn’t been until that very moment. He has grown unused to others disagreeing with him. After a certain age, it seemed to become almost an automatic thing. A wisdom gained of years rather than instinct. That she would tell him he does not know himself when he has spent years in this body and mind is a surprisingly intriguing thing.
Others might laugh at such determination, but instead he finds it curious. “Mmmm,” he rumbles softly as his hard gaze focuses more intensely upon her. A piercing stare that seems to see far more than it actually does. Or perhaps, as much as one would expect. “Is that so?”
The question is not a derisive one. Instead, it beckons at thought, enticing her to share more of her conclusions. He wishes to know what she thinks him to be if he is not a man and not a hurricane. Perhaps some would compare him to his namesake, but he knows better. Hurricanes are ferocious and fearsome, but ultimately they are fleeting. They howl with a destructive rage that sweeps across the land in a graceless arc, but that rage is short lived. He is more. Far more. He is enduring, lasting, and vastly more subtle.
But he could hardly expect her know these things of him. He does not know these things of her either, as is the way of strangers.
The silence stretches, and he is not tempted to fill it. Instead he admires the soft curves of her features, allowing himself to enjoy the faint curve of her blue-gold lips. She is lovely, and he is a man, after all. No matter how much she believes him to be so much more than ‘mere’. He would let her explain those thoughts to him. He has never been one for guessing.
In the meantime, he would simply be a man.
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Dayé - 09-29-2018
when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Hurricane - 10-01-2018
His eyes follow the flash of blue across her lips, enticed by that subtle slip of color. It would be easy to spend days following the shifting her skin, learning the subtle nuances of the way light played with blue and gold. Almost ordinary, and yet decidedly not. Much more entrancing than the the simple white of his hide, the subtle dappling that provided the only relief in the emptiness of his lacking color.
It is her words that keep his focus, however, no matter how lovely her skin. Few they might be, but intrigue is far more than the presence of words. It is also the absence, the seeking of the mind for something more. Something missing.
And she is riddled with intrigue.
His dark eyes shift to hers as she steps closer, the mischievous smile flashing across her more delicate features. The hard planes of his own features remain impassive, his own appreciation quelled deep within his breast. There is a time for appreciation, and it is not this moment.
He does not answer her first question. It had been made rhetorical by his own clear disbelief. She knows he does not agree, or she would not now be continuing on. Would not be boldly holding his stare, asking if he believes her nothing more than a mere woman. But the question does not take him aback, as she had no doubt expected it would. Instead, one brow quirks faintly, a barely perceptible movement that gives only a brief insight into the heart of this thoughts.
“Yes,” he replies, low and easy. There is no hesitation in the response. “Mereness does not negate uniqueness.” He pauses a moment, tilting his head as he gestures faintly at her, eyes skimming briefly from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. “But beneath all… that, you are still just a woman.”
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
I think he's just making up words at this point :|
RE: soldier keep on marching on; any - Dayé - 10-14-2018
when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
i'm so sorry you had to wait forever for this <3
but please have him come find her cause imma need them to meet again like asap :|
@[Hurricane]