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a marvelous time ruining everything - Aela - 07-30-2020 ![]() They don't come to Taiga often. Aela and her mother often spend the majority of their time along the borders of Hyaline and her mountains, the River and Loess - one of Beqanna's many kingdom trinities. The golden girl prefers not to get too close to the River (chaotic things, rivers and streams and oceans) but she doesn't mind when they follow it to the Common Lands. The open space of the Meadow or the quiet of the Forest is preferable to what happens when she comes close to another ghost. For reasons she doesn't understand (or yet know), they keep coming back to Taiga. The Northern forest itself is calm and still; Aela doesn't mind so much that they are there. But why not go further North? There are rumors (or so she sees from the spirits) of monsters and Magicians. Of queens and dragons. It's enough to make any youngster curious, even one as cautious as Aela. So when they return to Taiga, Aela drifts through mist - North. (She had approached the Mountain for similar reasons; she had felt the Magic stirring and singing and dancing beneath that stone precipice. She feels it humming in her chest now, like she is entering the epicenter of something powerful.) The moorlands are vast and open, like she's seen from borrowed memories. Glimpses of proud ledges, sweeping views of the gently rolling terrain of Nerine becomes real when Aela's blue eyes finally take it in for herself. The yearling had traded Taiga's fog (though the scent of pine and fir still cling to her gilded skin, a dampness she can't seem to shed) for this vision before her. The chestnut filly stops on one knoll to watch the heather and meadowgrass sway in wave-like motions, a veritable sea before her with the actual one crashing against the rocky coast in the distance. The noon sun is pleasant and warm, making this memory all the more appealing to the mute girl. Even better, she was alone. No ghosts in sight. AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN @[Wherewolf] she's here to chomp- i mean, say hello to wolfey <3 RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Wherewolf - 07-30-2020 ![]() @[Aela] RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Aela - 07-31-2020 ![]() The solitude suits her just fine. Aela can wrap herself in the blanket of fog that breathes in and out of Taiga. (The Isle is another thing entirely; how does a horse without wings reach that supposedly barren wasteland?) In Nerine, the moorlands are open and exposed. The land breathes out here in a way that Taiga can not. There are no tree limbs or large ferns to get caught on; nothing to catch a soul. Her blue eyes rove the soft knolls - gently rolling across and over the small hills - sweeping up all the lonely (lovely), empty spaces in their depths. The spring breeze is sweet; it brings scents of new meadowgrass and the displaced smell of a waterbird, a snipe that has flown too far from the rocky coast. Curious (as she's never seen such a bird before), the yearling takes a cautious step forward while her ears revert into the cornsilk tresses of her fine mane. Her slender head dips low as she slowly takes another one step towards the mottled brown creature. It sees her coming from the frozen place that it hunkers down but its something else that sending the long-billed creature taking to the sky in terror. Aela catches a glimpse of it from the rapid (terrified) memories that it sends flying out in between frantic wingbeats. An angry scowl that curls like smoke over his dark lips. Retreating ears that don't have the luxury of her lovely, flaxen locks. His is upright; bristly, jutting up like the crags on the Nerinian coast. When she finally turns around, her gaze lingers briefly on the uneven way he holds his wings. (It makes her think of the short-limbed bird, of the frenzied way it flew away. Can he do the same?) He asks a question of him and the filly pricks her ears forward before they flick back again. Aela lifts her head and her attention to the now-empty patch of vibrant blue sky above them, visibly disappointed that her entertainment had flown the proverbial coop. @[Wherewolf] is gruff towards her, and Aela already a great mimic, doesn't miss this opportunity to return the favor. She raises one long, lithe leg and strikes the ground, echoing his anger. For emphasis, she rolls her bright blue eyes with his dramatic flair until the rest on the colt again. It takes all her skill to hide the smug grin that tugs at one corner of her golden mouth. AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Wherewolf - 08-06-2020 ![]() @[Aela] enjoy this little jerkface. RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Aela - 08-06-2020 ![]() Her blues eyes watch him - curious, at first - and then amused as he zigs and zags towards her. Like he can’t make up his own mind about which his direction he wants to go and that should worry (intidmiate?) Aela. They quickly move to the wings that hang at his sides and she finds it harder to contain her smirk. Carnage help him if he ever decides to fly. The colt comes close - too close - if she had known about personal boundaries. Aela - who has learned to communicate through touch and memory - knows nothing about them. So she lifts her head and raises a brow as he continues to speak. She even wonders briefly if he is one of those oafish types that thinks if he speaks louder, she might hear him better. He apparently does. Aela feels her ears retreat again as she scowls up to the other yearling. What makes him so pretentious? Has his dam coddled him so much that he always feels entitled to an answer? The boy with his angry (crashing) ocean eyes turns his head away and steps away from her, like she might be done with him. She isn’t. Not yet, anyways. The yearling reaches out to grab a fledgling, useless wing and Aela thinks of the angriest, scariest thing she can summon. His anger infuriates her and so she unleashes it back on him. (The sound of a Taigan redwood as it snaps furiously in half from the seething of a summer storm. The dragon-horse that flies above the North. A deep rumble of thunder as it shakes the ground. The serrated, glinting teeth of a demon as it reaches out to grab her.) AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN @[Wherewolf] feel the sibling love RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Wherewolf - 08-11-2020 ![]() @[Aela] RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Aela - 08-13-2020 ![]() She’s never done this before so this moment is more of an experiment than anything. With her mother Kota, Aela will sometimes share glimpses of the day dawning as she presses her lithe form into her sides as she tries to wake her spotted dam. With others who might ask her name or where she comes from - if she deems them worthy of the knowledge - she might show them a glimmer of a memory where her name is said or reveal the mighty trees of Taiga wrapped with fog seeping around their mammoth trunks. @[Wherewolf] has made her angry and this is the first time she has shared that with anyone. Aela has wondered from time to time what would happen if she shared something that made her happy, something that made her sad, something that made her mad. The golden yearling knows she can share pictures but she has wondered if her emotions could distort them. Don’t touch my wing! Aela pins her ears harder against her neck and bites down tenaciously. She becomes determined to hang onto this precious prize her teeth have found. What she intends to scare him with backfires. The almost-palomino colored filly becomes ravaged with Wherewolf’s memories. She doesn’t see a branch or a bird. She doesn’t see a mother grab her helpless child by the very same wing that she doesn’t yet relinquish. Just like him, she is too young to remember why she doesn’t like the sound of crashing waves (they echo thundering hoofbeats) or why she avoids dark shadows (so easy to get lost). The winged yearling is screaming but she barely hears it. Instead, she sees a shimmer of the pale-faced mare - the one she has seen in Nerine and Taiga before - as she embraces a spotted filly. The absence of any memories of her doing so with the dappled colt is obvious. A blank space in his mind that he doesn’t need to fill. There is even an image of the red mare from Taiga - the one that Kota has told her to smile at when she comes to visit with her sad eyes - that the silver mare looks at with concern. There are no memories that she does so with the colt. The filly still doesn’t hear him scream a second time and it’s the unleashing of his other wing that makes her jerk in the opposite direction, determined to keep his feathers between her teeth. His forelegs strike the ground and Aela, being the smaller of the pair, strikes a delicate leg out at him. Stop! the action says and she glares at him with blazing blue eyes. Her teeth remain firmly clamped on his other wing and her lips lift, baring teeth back at him. Firmly, she reflects what she sees towards him; his large head lurching up and down, the white of his wild rolling eyes, the snapping mouth. A buckskin front leg makes purchase with one of hers and Aela winces, lowering her head still refusing to release the captive appendage. AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Wherewolf - 08-13-2020 ![]() @[Aela] RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Aela - 08-15-2020 ![]() What burns white-hot in him catches like quicksilver in her, blazing in Aela’s golden chest. It swings between them like a pendulum - back and forth - until the origination of the memory (the feeling?) becomes forgotten. Where it started no longer matters. All Aela cares about is how this will end. By the unyielding way that she keeps her grip on Wherewolf’s wing, the yearling thinks it will not be because of her. They become hard to tell apart. Both yearlings become a tangle of limbs. A longer, leaner chestnut one striking out here. A buckskin one that scrapes against her. Below the Nerinian sun, they are a spectacle. Glinting, gold stripes, and shining iridescent dapples. There is no stopping the momentum that Aela has set into motion. The bigger yearling uses his size to his advantage and falls heavily to the ground, dragging the girl down with him. There is a moment where Aela thinks that he is done. She thinks: Good. This is the end. Mud coats her sides and there is no lovely blue sheen coming from her socks now. @[Wherewolf] has seen to it that they are both covered with soft, spring mud and all the loose dirt the pair of them have stirred up. It doesn’t last long. The colt attempts to pull his wing back to his side and Aela clamps down with her dull teeth. She refuses to let herself believe that she is afraid but his abrupt movement startled her and so she clings to the wing because she has nothing else. Wherewolf pulls her close and Aela digs in her hooves, determined to not make it easy for him. He tugs the wing harder and the slender legs finally relent with Aela glaring her fury up at him from blue eyes. While she looks up over the dingy brown feathers, he comes down. The moment is an impossibility of seconds and eons. Her gaze widens as he falls and she finally lets go of the coveted wing. Too little, too late. He crashes and though she goes down with him, Aela doesn’t break. There is a searing flash of pain along her side and he’s managed to gash her somewhere. Where the blood comes from isn’t immediately spotted because when the filly raises her head, she looks around wildly forgetting where she is or what is happening. In a moment of panic, she searches for the comfort of her spotted mother. She jerks her head back and her eyes reveal their white rims when the colt starts to rise. Aela snakes her neck out and bares her teeth, warning him off her. There is no Kota. A back leg finds the unsteady ground first and then a front one, adrenaline moving her at this point instead of logical thought. He lunges at her and Aela resorts to her only defense; the only way she knows to speak. He moves towards her and the chestnut yearling angles away from him, a too-slow and fatigued sidestep. The brush of his skin against hers might be Aela’s only advantage. (She thinks of the ground and the angry soil, churned and disturbed beneath their hooves. The white lather - like seafoam - on his sides. A dirtied feather, laying forgotten on the ground.) AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN RE: a marvelous time ruining everything - Wherewolf - 08-26-2020 ![]() @[Aela] |