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just like the days we'd burn - elio - 12-12-2019 Summer is in full swing in Taiga. The air is hot as the sun goes down, humidity hanging over the trees post-summer rain. It’s steaming, the pine needles and verdant leaves pungent amongst the gelatinous air. Elio thinks the jello air is immense overkill: why must a peaceful summer rain be punished by the anger of heat? @[Celina] @[Tiercel] RE: just like the days we'd burn - Tiercel - 12-14-2019 stifled the choice and the air in my lungs; better not to breathe than to breathe a lie His navy legs are darkened with mud when he reaches Taiga. It had begun sprinkling in the late morning and the sparkling droplets had felt cool in comparison to the humidity of the day. By midday, the hesitant rain had turned into a downpour. The storm seemed to be heading in the same direction as Tiercel, soaking him to the bone until it finally passed him in speed and moved elsewhere. The humidity of the air causes steam to rise from his damp shoulders and back as the golden stallion comes to a stop just past the border of the territory. The scents of his family are strong in the redwood forest, though Tiercel notices the absences of Marni and Eyas. He wonders if they had flown the nest as he had, throats tight with grief. Pteron’s scent is strong along the border and the smell reminds him of his childhood. There had been times when Pteron would take Tiercel out on a special trip while Wolfbane and Lepis doted over Eyas and Gale learning to use their wings. The muscle of his shoulders shudders, a reminder that Tiercel’s own sides are naked in comparison to his nest-making, high-flying family. For a flickering moment, isolation radiates from him like a tendril of sunlight winding between shadows. The golden-and-navy stallion harnesses the emotion before it can travel too far and he is placing that black-sheep feeling back where it belongs when a young voice rides through the air. “CELINA!” Tiercel’s ears twist toward the depths of the forest, where the dying sunlight illuminates the edges of the trees in strands of gold. For a brief moment, joy fills him like a white-hot lightning bolt. The voice sounds almost identical to Gale and Tiercel wonders if his brother is alive after all. It might be impossible, but the stallion quickly moves deeper into the redwoods. It doesn’t take long for Tiercel to spot the shape of a colt, but the dark red and gold points are a dead giveaway that this is not Gale. Tiercel allows himself to fade into the background of the forest, becoming invisible among the shadow-and-light. His cerulean eyes scan over the boy with a serious expression, observing the aardwolf markings and feathery wings. Although he is not Gale, this is a son of Wolfbane and Lepis. The markings are Wolfbane, while the faint scent of Lepis lingers on the boy’s skin. The squelch of the ground beneath his hooves should alert the colt that someone is nearby, but it is only once the boy’s eyes land in the direction of Tiercel that he allows the colors of the forest to fall off his body. Now in the open, his eyes look over the red-and-gold face again. “You look like you belong in this forest,” he says plainly. Tiercel almost laughs to himself at the irony — this brother must have never experienced Loess, whereas he himself has never experienced Taiga. “I’m Tiercel.” tiercel. @[elio] @[Celina] RE: just like the days we'd burn - Celina - 12-14-2019
@[elio] @[Tiercel] RE: just like the days we'd burn - elio - 12-21-2019 Prove it. Prove you’re our brother. @[Celina] @[Tiercel] RE: just like the days we'd burn - Tiercel - 01-07-2020 stifled the choice and the air in my lungs; better not to breathe than to breathe a lie Their parents have strong genes, it seems. Even as a young mare approaches with a frown decorating her face, Tiercel can identify the fact that they are family. In the shadows of the growing twilight, the three siblings are each a varying color of the sun. Unique markings cut across their shoulders, legs, and backs like a family crest flying on a flag. It appears to be undeniable that the three are closely related. And yet the pair demand for evidence of their shared blood, as though he were able to produce a blood test revealing his parentage from thin air. Tiercel is impressed — surprised, even — by their suspicion. He wonders if Wolfbane and Lepis had taught them to be cautious of strangers in a way that he, Eyas, and Gale hadn’t been. Would that extra lesson have saved Gale? Or was their hesitation a product of harder times on their family? Living in Loess had provided Tiercel with security that he had taken for granted. Were Taiga’s borders less respected among Beqannians? Cerulean eyes hopping from one face to the next, Tiercel allows quiet to permeate the forest in the wake of their demands. Their family has a few signatures of their heritage, the distinctness of their markings being one of them. Their supernatural capabilities are another — the way their mother can use emotions like paint, the way their father can disappear and reappear, the feather-and-flight of both their parents — and he wonders if this will be enough. “Our mother is known for her ability to use emotions.” He doesn’t have to expand more upon that… If they are truly his siblings, Tiercel knows they will have felt the tenderness of their mother’s peace in the midst of a nightmare or the unnatural fear when they do something reckless or the longing when it is time to come home. “I’ve inherited her gift, same as you.” Tiercel nods toward the younger of the pair, indicating the fact that he had felt the colt’s unbridled frustration. The swollen love of their mother floods all three of them in a sudden rosy glow… He’d spent many years practicing, replicating Lepis’s adoration so that he could reproduce it in those days she flew with Gale and Eyas while he sulked on the ground. He’s developed his skill so delicately that the love that bundles around them feels almost exactly like Lepis. With the ease of Bob Ross painting happy little trees, Tiercel blends the love with the longing. If Lepis has mothered them as she had mothered her triplets, the emotion will bring the memory of playing dragons or kings or fairies and the desire to run home and snuggle among the feathered nest. The golden stallion lets the longing fade away so their natural emotions might take over (though he wonders if they would understand the sharp, constant, aching, heart-wrenching pain of losing a brother — would it break them?). “Do you believe me now?” he says in a tenor tune, his gaze skipping between them as dusk begins to darken the redwood forest. tiercel. @[elio] @[Celina] Long overdue, but it's here! RE: just like the days we'd burn - Celina - 01-10-2020
@[elio] @[Tiercel] RE: just like the days we'd burn - elio - 01-14-2020 Elio wishes he could be more unfeeling. Even as the poison of his pain wraps strangling vines around his heart, he cannot help but to feel an immense amount of suffering. There is so much about his family he does not know or understand simply because their father went missing. The thought how convenient of him always sits in the back of his mind. @[Celina] @[Tiercel] |