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oh, my siren won't you call; any - aegean - 08-03-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. aegean is here and ready to be weird. RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Popinjay - 08-03-2019 Her laughter bursts forth in an explosion of delight. What is Popinjay doing so close to the Hyaline border? For that matter, what is she doing across it? The terrain is rockier and the evergreens smaller as the soil grows poorer and the elevation rises, and the dark filly is nimbly rock-hopping with the recklessness of a bighorn lamb, but not quite the same amount of skill. Scuffs and dirt smeared on her coat tell the story of her spills, and the broad star on her forehead is stained red after being sliced in a tumble down the hill. But it isn’t that bad. Probably. She can’t actually see it, but the pain has ebbed away and she has returned to her games immediately, conquering the feet of the foothills and exploring the shallow caves. She is in one of these caves when the pale stallion passed by, glowing in the light, while she is all but invisible in the mouth of the cavern, only her star and the glint in her eyes to give her away. At first, she thinks he is an elk, although she has never seen a white one before, and that is what pulls her attention to him, but she sees quickly that he is not, rather another of this land’s odd horse-beasts, still, a fascinating one. Her nostrils flare, then crumple with his scent, he smells more like the rocky hills she has been playing in than the loam-and-leaf odor of the Taigan forest, and she steps deeper into the shadow with a scrutinizing gaze. Never mind that she is the actual intruder here, this stallion does not belong here. Small ears pin and she stamps her foot in irritation, thudding dully against the dirt floor. Where does he think he is going? When he has passed and continued on his path, the filly finally peeks from around the end of darkness, curling her neck around the warm, grey, rock, pressing her small chest into it to peer after him, and – so slowly! – she steps out and begins tailing him. She wonders if he is as ornery as the bull-elk he resembles with those great antlers atop his head. Her steps slow a little more, but it is not hard to follow him, because even as the forest grows thicker and the light dims, he glows and is easy to find. Thus, Popinjay follows a stranger back to her home. He stops, and she does as well, her own small hooves settling into the deep pockets made by his amethyst feet, and she watches in suspicious silence for a bit, waiting curiously to see what he will do. The Stranger seems to also consider this, a moment of indecision rippling around him, and then… There is no sound to the explosion, but suddenly, silver fireflies dance and whirl, falling deftly to the ground like sparks and embers from a burning tree. She dodges them at first when they threaten to land on her, but, too slow, one strikes her nose. It flares up, silver and bright, and feels like nothing, but her vision temporarily darkens, except for the glimmering starfall and the moon-glow of the stallion. Unable to see anything else, she stumbles blindly toward him from behind. Popinjay She was not quite what you would call refined RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - aegean - 08-03-2019 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Popinjay - 08-05-2019 When the lights fade out, Popinjay is left in darkness, with only the broad side of the white elk-stallion to guide her, and she steps clumsily into him, pressing her nose against his flank for bearing, no longer concerned about the danger he might pose. The blindness was only ever temporary, and, slowly, her eyes recover, the dim forest becomes sharp again to her dark eyes. She blinks twirling stars from her vision, small ears swiveling to catch his apology and word of concern. She has already forgotten about the cut on her forehead and the blood on her face, that happened so long ago, years ago, why would he even bring it up? She shakes the last of the darkness from her eyes. And what a ridiculous thing to ask, where Taiga is going, Taiga isn’t going anywhere! Does he thinks the trees are just gonna get up and walk away? Wait, can they get up and walk away? Popinjay decides to store that question away for later. It suddenly dawns on her that the Dangerous Stranger she was following so carefully, is actually close enough to touch. In fact, she had touched him. She squeals and skitters away from Ayjay of Hyena, hopping the rotted remnants of a nearby tree stump so that it stands between them, a small mound of black, wet, wood and moss that even the youngest foal in the Taiga could easily conquer, and fixes an appraising eye on him. He doesn’t look like a hyena, but anything seems possible. “I’m Popinjay! I heard that hyenas laugh a lot, so you must be awful funny. Oh, oh! Tell me a joke, okay?” Her face brightens, tail flipped over her haunches, as she steps forward eagerly, into the dark mass of soft wood at her feet. She is, neither the diplomat Aegean needs, or the one he deserves. Popinjay She was not quite what you would call refined @[aegean] RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Aten - 08-06-2019 Normally, a species of animal attacking their own for the purpose of food and survival was not high on any list save for a select few. In this case, a Gyrfalcon in particular, one that was most unusual among his kind since he hung around the creatures of the ground rather than those of the sky more often. Turul was a solitary creature by heart though; he appreciated the freedom the skies and his own life allowed. He had friends he could talk to and depend on, a place to call home, and the freedom to do what he wanted. There also may have been something on the more... promiscuous side going on, but only his closest friend knew the truth. Only time would tell if something miraculous came out of it next spring, since he'd only recently met this new friend of his. But on this day, true to his nature, Turul was flying in the sky alone, on the hunt for his next meal. The large bird of prey was soaring over Taiga's redwoods not far from the border when he spotted a small sparrow just above the tree line, low enough that it wouldn't detect the falcon unless it looked straight up. So Turul followed after the little bird for a while before he decided he was in the clear and good to dive. Tucking his wings, the falcon headed for the ground at a very rapid speed; the impact would surely kill the little bird if Trull's claws didn't. His beak was closed and ready to strike, claws poised even though his feet were extended behind him... his wings tucked against him, increasing his speed... And then the unthinkable happened. Seconds before Turul could catch his prey, a bright light erupted from trees below the falcon and sparrow. The little bird dove off to the side, while Trull's eyes were overtaken by the light. Shaking his head to rid his sight of the sudden onslaught of vision, the falcon came to just in time to see the tree right in front of him. He dove to the left and opened his wings to slow his descent to a glide, the irritated raptor letting out an indignant caw at who had interrupted his hunt. Banking right, he turned to go investigate the source of the light, having missed the shower display when he was trying to get his eyes to work again. When he came near the edge of the tree line, he spotted a lone horse, a crystal white being that easily stood out against the redwoods. He didn't appear to be dangerous, but the falcon couldn't trust appearances alone. He would've gone to find Aten, but the falcon was hungry and wished to hunt again. He settled for alerting the golden stallion before turning away from the lone horse, not sticking around to see Popinjay arrive before Aten. The golden stallion was not far from where Turul almost hit the tree, but his body was facing away, so he did not see the light himself. When the shower itself started, Aten was left curious and turned to see what it could've been, figuring it was either some display of magic by the fairies, or a stranger that had entered Taiga's border. But why make such an entrance? Was their arrival not supposed to be a secret? After all, the stallion hadn't heard a call. When Turul let him know what was going on, Aten made a move and went to investigate, though not in a huge hurry since Turul didn't seem particularly bothered. When he arrived, the stallion's demeanor changed, seeing that there was indeed a strange horse there, but that Popinjay was there as well, unguarded and willingly so close to the other. Aten did not charge onto the scene, for he did not wish to alarm the other horse. Turul had said he wasn't dangerous, and there was no reason to go starting a fight. Instead, he walked up calmly, looking at the other stallion a moment before speaking to the filly. "Popinjay, are you all right? You seemed a bit dazed when I arrived," he offered, not having heard her speaking to the other stallion about hyenas. Then Aten turned to the stranger, "If it was you who set off that display earlier, I must admit it was an... intriguing method, if not entirely wanted. A vocal call would've been preferable." He would not let the stallion know that his light show had hurt Turul's eyes, for the damage was not fatal anyway. "You are not from the Taiga I take it, for I would have met you by now. You smell of Hyaline; are you an ambassador from there? Visiting on behalf of Kensa?" Aten didn't know much about the mare, but gossip among horses in the community lands was a powerful weapon. @[Aegean] @[Popinjay] RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Owin - 08-07-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[aegean] & @[Popinjay] RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Izora Lethia - 08-07-2019 Sorry. I cant get it to change users on my prev. Post. RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - aegean - 08-08-2019 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead @[Popinjay] RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Popinjay - 08-09-2019 She doesn’t notice Turul banking sharply after the display, her attention is heavy on the softly glowing stallion's words. The filly sees only him, and when he admits to not knowing any jokes, her brow crumples slightly in disappointment, disappointment that quickly sheds with his offer of more magic, and stories of stars. But just as she opens her mouth to ask, Aten arrives, tall and stern, stepping forward into the small clearing and signaling the end of childish questions. She ducks her head, lips closing, and cranes her neck to peer upwards at Aten towering above her. Then, a flood. “There were lights! Did you see the lights? He made them!” She turns back, bright gaze landing on the pale stallion once more, “And then one hit my nose so I couldn’t see for a minute, but I’m okay! And he was going to tell me a joke, but I guess he doesn’t know any, so he was gonna tell me about stars instead! But, probably you don’t wanna hear about stars?” This last question is angled back at Aten, just the faintest hint of hope lingering on her tongue that perhaps Aten is interested in stars and magic. One ear turns, catching the sounds of two horses approaching with some haste, and she turns just as Lethy appears between the trees, Owin in tow. Immediately, her view of the Hyalinian stranger becomes obscured, and she dances back a few steps as the mare blockades her protectively. When Lethy scolds her, a roguish grin settles over her and Popinjay leans forward, pressing her forehead and the dimmed star against the space behind the golden mare’s shoulder. “I’ll be more careful next time.” Though her murmured voice sounds contrite enough, dark eyes find Owin’s and flash conspiratorially. Popinjay She was not quite what you would call refined RE: oh, my siren won't you call; any - Aten - 08-10-2019 Popinjay ambushed the golden stallion with a barrage of comments before the stranger could say much himself. Aten glanced down at the filly as she spoke in rapid fire, asking Aten if he'd seen the lights before saying that the stranger had caused them, how Popinjay was hit on the nose, and that apparently, the stallion had a joke to share before wanting to talk about stars instead. The filly's eager question left Aten momentarily stunned since he was still comprehending everything she had said. He almost didn't know what to say, since Turul gave him a head's up that Lethia and Owin were on their way as he'd seen them from the sky while hunting. It didn't give Aten a lot of time to think, of a way to distract the filly at least. "Well, I do enjoy stories of the stars and sun in the sky. Perhaps our visitor would be willing to share those stories, after we have a moment to become acquainted with each other." Before he could make progress with that, Lethia and Twin arrived on the scene. Lethia immediately came forward and placed herself between her filly and the stranger, Owin on her tail. She warned the filly and greeted the stranger before asking Aten if everything here was all right. The golden stallion nodded, smiling at the mare as he took one step sideways to be closer to her. "My answer will depend on the reason that this stranger is here," he said, turning his gaze, "But so far, it seems that you are not here for any ulterior reason." The stranger introduced himself, as well as confirming where he came from and why he was here. Aten's first thought seemed to be correct, but first impressions could always be deceiving. He would continue to withhold his judgment on this stallion until he proved otherwise, especially if he planned to be here for a while. "Well to meet you Aegean," Aten greeted in return. "I go by the name Aten. This is Lethia," he motioned to the mare, "I am afraid that neither of us may have much information to share however. Beyond Wolfbane and Lepis being in charge, what is it that Kensa wishes to know about Taiga? Never have we had a visitor who came here simply to check on the state of things." @[Izora Lethia] @[aegean] @[Popinjay] |