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I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Crevan - 02-06-2019 Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow CREVAN @[Amet] @[Jah-Lilah] RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Amet - 02-12-2019 don't get cut on my edges ─ I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon He is renewed. It shows in the energetic tilt of his walk and the attentiveness of his ears. Bright fire gleams in his molten amber eyes, lit from within at this opportunity handed to him but Solace and Kagerus. His return to Beqanna had been enough to satiate his homesickness, but still there was a love for Hyaline that grasped tight at Amet's heart and refused to let go. He had decided that he could, and would, happily live within the sanctuary territory that he had founded with his sister ─ but now simply a diplomat, a friendly recruiter, a familiar face. The Caretakers of the Sanctuary, the eastern kingdom, had different ideas in mind for him. And for that, his gratitude knows no bounds. So it's with reborn vigor that he concludes his nighttime journey back to Hyaline from Silver Cove, moonlight dancing on the gilded scales of his back as he moves swiftly between scattered trees and into various minuscule clearings. Towards the lake he moves, knowing that the branches of his favorite wisteria sway heavily with fragrant blooms and await the soon-to-be sleeping dragon. But as a gentle breeze coaxes his attention towards it, Amet realizes that he had other plans before he can force himself to sleep and wait for the rosey-fingered dawn that signals a new day for him to introduce himself to Kensa and then travel to the Field for a day of recruiting. Crevan. The scent is vaguely familiar, but it's enough to jog his memory of the wolf. It all comes back to him in a tide as he adjusts his path to head in the direction of the canine ─ Circinae, Jah-Lilah, Canaan... So much had happened before he had disembarked from Beqanna. And while nearly seven years had come and gone, he's still uncertain how the wolf-shifter will receive him. "Welcome, Crevan," he calls to the wraith-wolf as his pale coat comes into view. Amet's ears remain pricked forward as he pulls his own dragonhide frame to a halt to regard the man of his past with a polite smile and, admittedly, taut muscles. "Surely you didn't venture here just to welcome me back to Hyaline." - Amet - RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Crevan - 03-05-2019 Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow CREVAN So this took forever and I’m SORRY @[Amet] @[Jah-Lilah] RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Jah-Lilah - 03-07-2019 Jah-Lilah lightening strikes, maybe once, maybe twice Don’t lose your way with each passing day. A bittersweet aura surrounded the hopeless wanderer as she made her way casually to the Dragon-King’s once-and-always territory. The trek was lengthy, but welcome. It felt like eons had passed her by since she had departed on her pilgrimage to find her progeny, her journey was like discovering Beqanna all over again. Things had changed, time had passed, but the land was as bountiful and stunning as ever. Jah-Lilah had said one more final goodbye wrapped in a song and a prayer to her dear departed, then had followed the coastline until it brought her to the mouth of the river. The life-giving fresh water had accompanied her North, it was both her faithful companion and her guide as she traversed through the heart of Beqanna to find Hyaline. The Plains were open and warm, reminding her of the untamed place where she had spent her childhood, it almost filled her with sorrow to leave them behind. Her malachite eyes witnessed the newcomers pouring into the realm, some filled with excitement and wonder, others timid, seeking a herd and family with the first beast they could so desperately cling to. The wytch can’t help but recall her first day here, and again she finds herself grinning as she weaves her way betwixt the forest and the meadow. When the trees part they reveal a sight for weary eyes, the endless expanse of mountains jutting haphazardly into the sky. They are remarkable but organized chaos, each piece of earth fitting into the next like a puzzle that surely only the Earth-Mother had the answer to. When she finally enter the territory, she is filled to the brim with stimuli, and each new smell and sound awakens her love for this life a little more. Her Dragon-King has painted the countryside with his scent, and it makes her feel instantly secure here, there is a consistency in her life that he provides that she’s never possessed and never had the desire for until now. Until him. Suddenly she misses her Wolf-of-the-Water again, but fights the urge to flee back to the Beach, back to solitude. Another odor hits her now though, and it causes her to stand up straight and pay attention. Her ears are erect and her eyes scan the place for him, her nostrils flaring and sucking in all the air they can, she’s straining to find the source. My sorceress is desperately looking for Crevan. He is here, and he is furious. His soul pressure is crushing, all his fire and brimstone is on display, and it is all for her. The red wytch has the inkling that he may take her immortal life today. If that was what the Earth-Mother had planned for her though, what could she do to prevent it? Without warning, voices, not one but two she is incredibly familiar with, reach her ears. Steeling herself for whatever may be ahead, she licks her lips and creeps closer, trying to remain silent as possible so she can focus on locating the stallions. It doesn’t take her long. There is her rock, solid and stoic, so even-tempered and loving. The scaled desert stallion greets the changeling with the diplomacy and warmth he is known for, and her heart skips a beat. Observing the pain that her colt goes through when the Dragon-King’s nihilism touches him and he is forced into his birth form wounds her, causes her to wince as he wobbles on stilts not unlike the day he was born. Fire-Fang is as handsome as she remembers him, if not a little more. He has a ruggedness to him that is obtained only by hard times and broken hearts, and it suits his fierce nature. He has never enjoyed his equine form, all the years she spent with him as a family she can remember only a handful of times he chose hooves instead of paws, and it is obvious now as she watches him. He is cursing and raising hell, and when he calls her name not once, but twice, she can stand it no more. Swallowing hard, she tosses her mane and holds her delicate head high, prepared to have an overdue and certainly confrontational reunion with the male. ”I am here, Fire-Fang, and I didn’t come to desecrate my love’s grave nor be a thorn in your side contrary to your belief.” The mare had heard him bellowing about his wayward brother, and cursing his vagabond sperm-donor. If only she could find the right words to explain to her child that his sire had abandoned her and their daughter as well, that she understood some of his anger more than he knew. When she is well within striking range she halts. The woman comes with no ill-will, no threats or agitating body language, she comes to her once-son ready for whatever needs to happen next, ready for him. You’ve come so far, don’t throw it away. I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain @[Crevan] @[Amet] RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Amet - 03-12-2019 Crevan's shifting is uncomfortable to watch. There had only been a handful of times that Amet had ever seen him in his equine form and it's quite obvious in the uncertainty of his hooves and gangly legs that the son of Circinae and Canaan had hardly, if ever, parted from his canine form during the years the Dragon-King had been away. And though it tugs at his heartstrings, nearly coaxing him to withdraw the nihilism that seeps like tendrils into Crevan's magic, Amet cannot bear to think what the tightly-coiled male could do with tooth and claw if he allowed him to remain as a wolf in the midst of Hyaline. ─ don't get cut on my edges RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Crevan - 03-17-2019 Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow CREVAN @[Amet] @[Jah-Lilah] RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Jah-Lilah - 03-22-2019 Jah-Lilah but i will hold on hope Live believing dreams are for weaving. The colt she has loved and tended to as if she birthed him spits venom and hatred, and Jah-Lilah cannot find it in her to defend his sibling, nor his sire. Wincing inwardly, her only tell is a slight twitching at the corners of her eyes as daggers are thrown, she doesn’t even try to dodge them. It would be different if he feelings were based on words unfounded, but he isn’t wrong about the vagabond pegasus. She had fell victim to his spell as well, and is reminded constantly of the blindness that afflicted her while in the whirlwind of his love. However, he had gave her Crevan, and Gypsy. He had served his purpose and moved on in the world. For that she could be nothing but thankful, however great the anguish she carried inside her. The anxiety seeps from her Dragon-King’s pores like sweat in the summer, and she knows she is the cause of his troubles. When she passes by him to present herself to Fire-Fang, she shoulders him gently, reminding him that they share a load now. His worries are hers, and vice-versa. He trusts her wholly, and does not move to stop her when she approaches the other stallion, she ponders for a moment on how she could ever express her gratitude for this. His support and protectiveness of her knows no boundaries, and she pulls on this courage now, taking it into her heart and trying to remain strong. Sighing heavily as Crevan rejects her using his old moniker, she takes another potentially reckless step towards him. And she can see he is changed. Just like a faint stream of electricity runs constantly right below the surface of her pelt, the colt no longer runs hot with flame in his throat. When he shifts his body just so, the light catches on him and he gleams not unlike her own reptilian suitor. Precious metal, she realizes. It matter not what he is now, he is and forever will be her little Fire-Fang, as long as the sorceress takes breath into her lungs. Her heart aches even now as she looks upon him. Oh how she has failed him and his mother in her absence. Never has the red woman felt the vile tinge of regret in all her immortal years, but she suspects it is what she’s experiencing now. Opening her mouth to voice these thoughts of hers, she is cut off sharply before she can utter one word. More accusations, painful statements from a boy still in pain, still tormented by ghosts long gone. He questions her motives, her mate’s motives, and he is justified in his suspicions. Years have passed, and she has not been here for him like she was when he was but a youngling. ”Fire-” halting herself, she starts again. ”My son, please. Say and do as you please when it comes to me, but you know as well as I the Dragon-King has nothing to do with any of this.” Casting an apologetic and sheepish look at the golden monarch behind her, she never meant to drag him through all of this. ”I honestly don’t know what called me back, young one. Maybe family, maybe a yearning to finally find my place somewhere...maybe even you. I don’t wanna lie to you, I have no clue why I’m here again.” Again he cuts in, swift and ice cold. The dark haired stallion has a ferocity behind his eyes that my copper wytch has only noticed in predators, and she is aware that it is a product of all his time in that handsome yet deadly lupine form. He wears it so well, almost too well. It is unsettling and exciting all at once, and although he seeks to use canine body language to threaten and intimidate her, she doesn’t back down, doesn’t shy awake. Still she loves him so, even is he will be the demise of her. All Jah can see in him is the gangly, diminutive foal that burst through the foliage with an overwhelmed, panicked Circinae chasing after him. When he accuses her of seeking a place in the court of the royal, she nearly bursts into laughter. ”Me?” She says incredulously, disbelief plain as day on her face. ”When have you ever known me to give a flying fuck about a title? About a crown? The only time I ever even paid attention to politics was when the Wolf-of-the-Water desired a kingdom of her own, and I would have followed her to hell and back. I love her, son. And I love you.” Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she braces herself and says a silent prayer. When she opens them again, she tilts her dainty head and reaches out to him, top lip wiggling. The weary mare longs to touch him, to hold him, to tell him everything was going to be alright, and the Earth-Mother’s plan would be revealed in time. Exhaling, she blows hard several times, sides moving in and out rapidly in anticipation. Softly, she speaks to him. If there were any others in the vale now save the three of them, they wouldn’t hear a word. That’s alright though, these words weren’t meant for them. ”Fire-Fang, I’m so sorry for hurting you. The Wind, your sire...he abandoned me as well, but not before making me a mother. I shouldn’t have left you like he did, like they all did, but I’m here now.” Hopeful, her muscles tremble beneath her skin as she stands across from her firstborn, heart thumping so obnoxiously in her ears it nearly deafens her. Wonders are waiting to start. there will be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown @[Amet] @[Crevan] RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Amet - 03-30-2019 There's discomfort and a great amount of difficulty in remaining still while Jah-Lilah inches herself closer and closer to Crevan. She offers him support and kindness and a bravery that Amet is not yet capable of seconding; he has only just fused his heart with hers, and to watch her offer herself to the wolf-shifter no matter what he may do gives the dragonhide stallion heart palpitations. ─ don't get cut on my edges RE: I make the Devil go weak in the knees [Amet] - Crevan - 03-30-2019 Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow CREVAN @[Amet] @[Jah-Lilah] Doesn't have to be an end! He'll stick around to hear if they have anything to say <3 |