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looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Aela - 11-15-2020 Aela had been ready to set the world on fire, again. It had looked so much fun the last time and she was still disappointed that she had missed out on the merriment of watching the North - her moors and her trees - turn to tinder. But there were would be other opportunities, she was sure. Straia, the Dominus of Pangea, had plans for her canyon country, and Aela, in turn, had been creating plans of her own (not that they go against the ones of her mentor; Aela's ideas simply involve the various ways that the other kingdoms and horses of Beqanna will learn of the great things still to come). She doesn't care much for the cold but Aela enjoys her freedom. The golden girl shadows Straia every chance she gets - gleans everything she can with glowing fervor - but the girl is still a child. She is still young and Aela thinks that if their world is to concede to what Fate intends, she needs a better understanding of the world outside of Taiga and Nerine, and even Pangea. So she ventures away from what she knows with casual indifference. What had transpired in Nerine - what had caught Aela's young mind - was the opportunity that could be found in the chaos. She isn't looking to cause chaos on this winter morning (at least not yet) and the nearly-palomino filly walks with that same self-assured stride that she always carries with her. Even if she doesn't know this place and she has drifted more towards the west than intended, Aela still strolls as though she has always known this tropical realm. That it knows her, expects her, and even welcomes her because Aela wills it. The striped filly rounds a corner and when the sound of a twig breaking reaches her fair ears, she abruptly stops. Aela knows she has nothing to fear but the interloper nearby does not. Summoning a rather spectacular memory, Aela sends one of the aliens that protect and patrol the Pangean borders. (She had been thrilled with them but the wild and wonderful things they are could be terrifying to those not accustomed to them). Aela intends to use that to her advantage; and just for a little fun, a second memory follows like a breaking wave of the clicking sounds they make like lovers in the dark as they search for their next meal. @[Skandar] so I think this takes place somewhere near Tephra? RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Skandar - 11-17-2020 Where he had traveled through the forest so far, deep charred markings dig deep into the wet bark of the pines, the smell of smoke and sometimes, if the forest was silent enough, the zapping sound that accompanied the heat would vibrate through the air. It comes to him thoughtlessly (fueled by a rage that in his youthfulness he had not yet defined), the soft glow of red beginning in the deep violet of his eyes before it seems to break through his irises, racing forward at the speed of light and burning through anything he decided to glance at. skandar @[aela] RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Aela - 11-20-2020 Aela has gotten used to overwhelming others with her memories. When they don't outright terrify an unsuspecting horse, it usually leaves them confused and those moments give the gilded filly enough time to slip into the shadows or position herself downwind. Her (intended) targets never even see the girl who overpowered their minds. As Aela has gotten older, this gift has become more powerful and more direct. This target, though, is not like her others; he had been unexpected and maybe she had been careless in her projection. It wasn't as if she saw who she was sending the memory to. Aela had conjured the images of the aliens - creeping and prowling in the dark Pangean canyons - and thought it would be enough to send whatever was lurking in the other direction. It (because what else can she call what comes trotting towards her?) approaches and Aela stops, every muscle drawn taut with fascination. She has never been afraid of the wild creatures that call Pangea home and so she isn't of this pretender; he appears before like a gift. She had imagined the odd-looking, armored horses, and there one was! If Skandar considers himself a God because he is a Creator, Aela thinks she has divine approval. What else could his appearance signify? This had to be a sign from the Gods of their approval (and maybe a present from her Almighty father, Carnage?). Her blue eyes widen and Aela side-steps a pace from the creature. She is enchanted with the sight before her but it doesn't mean she is oblivious to the damage that it could do. It could- It could change? She cranes her head and then it jerks up as she watches the transformation. The glowing, red eyes dim. The body cracks and fractures (how odd!); the body before her rages before it decides on a shape. Not one of Pangea's aliens or her other wonders. A galaxy-marked... boy. She's disappointed and the frown emerges as the golden filly finally stills. Her flaxen tail twitches between her legs until the colt gives her an invitation. Aela's pale lips quirk in a reciprocated smile, like she and the other adolescent are both privy to the same secret. She turns his 'threat' into a game. The almost-palomino filly glows first around her ankles and her stripes, a brief warning to her new companion. But then it fades and a memory dawns: a colt in Nerine, buckskin with dark wings and golden iridescent dapples that radiate spectacularly in the sunlight. Aela even sends a separate projection of the young pegasus's scowl, just to see how well this one could replicate it. @[Skandar] i want you to know i cackled so much writing this RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Skandar - 11-21-2020 Her disappointment is not lost on him. That same scowl that nearly always finds his indigo lips placates it now - wrinkled and bitter, unpretty on his handsome face. Rage burns something fierce within his soul, perhaps outwardly shown by the brilliant red that seems to always glow in the violet of his eyes. Though he tells himself that it is beneath him to want the approval of a mere stranger (a silly girl, at that!), Skandar cannot deny the fact that there is a incessant need to prove himself that drives many of his decisions. The beam of light that leaves his irises is nearly uncontrollable; it travels through the air with an unearthly sound, burning into the tree directly behind her as he purposely misses. His gaze fixates there for awhile, ensuring that the tree itself has splintered and blackened, before a swift inhale brings his eyes back to their natural, violet color. skandar @[Aela] idk what this is but it was fun to write RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Aela - 11-21-2020 His eyes brighten - to a glorious, furious red - while her blue ones darken with interest. She had thought him merely a boy; something to scare away with her memories, something to dismiss with a shrug of her slender shoulders. Aela makes a point to slide away from the pointed stare he gives her, and then the tree, not dismissing the way that his eyes blaze with rage. It's thrilling and she can't help herself. Aela has always leaned towards the unpredictable and it props up now in a smile she gives Skander as he incinerates the tree behind her. She glances behind her - admiring his handiwork - before arching a brow as she turns her blazed head towards him. The colt snarls at her and she looks down to his mouth, briefly disappointed that he doesn't grow sharp teeth (or even better, rows upon rows of them). All she has to do is recall all the 'monsters' (and that boy in Nerine is certainly a monstrosity) she has ever seen and the galaxy-marked boy transforms himself. The air around them is electric; shocked with the shapes that the shifter can take, charged with the memories that Aela could provide. Alone, they are separate entities. Both destined for great things, she knows (and decides then for Skandar). But together? Together has more potential than anything either of them could devise on their own. The colt attains those dark wings that she had been imagining and as he swings himself around, the golden-striped girl forcefully leaves an echo of herself behind, just in case that swipe had been intentioned for more than just turning himself around (though Aela thinks there might a little more brain than brawn in this one, at least compared to others; she thinks he might even understand what she sees). He snaps at her, reaching for the bridge of her nose and Aela gracefully draws back her head. The constellation child claims that is he is not hers to command and the striped filly eyes him carefully. He gets no special treatment in her reaction towards him. Those who cross wills with Aela will come to learn this lesson and submit to it: they are all hers to command. She'll let him choose which he wants to learn first. She remembers the iron taste of rage and the feathers that she had torn from Wherewolf when they brawled over the moorlands. She recalls the icy chill of fear creeping along her spine as she unthawed Kensley's frozen heart. She projects the might of Pangea as Magicians tear apart the rocky earth in Nerine and Straia had rechristened the North with her rain. @[Skandar] ripples with shadows - and Aela wonders if he is trying to imagine through the murk of her mind - so she flashes more images at him: the proud cliffs of Nerine, the impossibly tall trees of Taiga, the howling caverns of Panga. The flutter of butterfly wings and the frantic beats of deer fleeing the open. She gives him so many memories - creatures mythical and magical, places he has never been, faces he won't know, moments that aren't his. Aela forces them out quickly, never relenting until even her mind (and slim sides) starts to ache with all the infinities that she has pushed out between them. The blonde girl is smiling smugly when she is done. It would be a lesson she hoped to repeat only once; Aela lacked nothing. let me know if i should change anything but i am having so much fun with them RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Skandar - 11-25-2020
This nameless girl rises to his challenge without hesitation; she adorns that playful, mischievous smile and he is met with more than he had anticipated. Call it pride in the way he had assumed that his body could handle the weight of her memories (imagination?) as they turn in his mind, frantic and constant, without end. As parts of him had begun to trickle out into nothingness, slipping into the darkness that draws ever bolder with the setting of the bold-faced sun, the spasms begin to filter through him uncontrollably. skandar @[Aela] RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Aela - 11-29-2020 Skandar accepts her challenge and changes splendidly before her blue eyes. Aela watches each transformation with something that looks like admiration (though she doesn't dare let it linger too long; she doesn't need another ego to contend with). He makes sweeping changes - something made of stardust to something as simple as Taiga leaves and butterfly wings. There is so much potential here that Aela is almost humming with it and for once, she wishes that speaking did come naturally for her. Oh, the things she could be imagining him to replicate! They look eyes and she smiles at him proudly. Good, she thinks. The lesson has been learned. She eyes him when he lifts his head, her golden ears pricking forward. Part of her wonders if he will take another shape. She wonders if Skandar will boast something else. There are no memories projected at him and Aela is careful to keep her emotions associated with him locked away; while she considers herself competent with her gift, she doesn't want to waste her reserve. (Just in case.) He smiles in response to her own and Aela takes a deft step towards the East. Her slim body angles away from his but she stops when he says that the shapes he assumes are stronger when they are his. For a moment, something bristles under his skin. Does he think his ability to create is greater than hers? If she weren't so drained from their previous interaction, she'd remind him. But her mind is full of trickling streams and the gentle sway of branches overhead. There is nothing to terrify Skandar; nothing to remind him of his place. It's a minor irritation, something her flaxen tail flicks away like the flies that dare to bite at her golden skin. She has already shown him dragons and Magicians and a battle. Aela will take him back to Pangea but she decides to test this new find of hers. Turning her head to look back at the star-speckled colt, her brow raises with a silent query (first, she pauses. First, she stills to remind him that she is the one leading him): what are your memories? RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Skandar - 12-05-2020
There is something that vibrates menacingly between the two of them. Something that Skandar has no word for, no recollection of ever feeling it before. Something familial, perhaps, like the wolves he sees hunt together in the forest, but even then he is unsure if that is the right word to describe it. It is almost as if they had both been born under the same burning sun, with the stars aligned a certain way, and that destiny sought them to meet face to face. As if, no matter what they did (what anyone did), their crossing paths would have happened the way it’s happening now. skandar @[Aela] RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Aela - 12-11-2020 Aela locks eyes with the Tephran-born and a maelstrom of fire burns between them. She can see the way it blazes to life in his eyes; she can see the flames flickering there and the golden girl doesn't move a muscle. In the intensity of their heated stare, Aela does not even give Skandar an inch to move forward or yield back. The star-marked boy seems to understand this; he stills under her assertive blue eyes. The glowing red of his irises dims and Aela's expression remains impassive, allowing him to come to his own conclusions as to how this pairing will work (and she considers that rather thoughtful of her, when she could just remind him). It isn't as if Aela doesn't understand that she isn't playing with a snake. It isn't as if she doesn't know that she's tempting fires by pinning him with that unyielding look she gives him. She knows that this could end badly. One beam of light from those violent eyes and this interaction leads both of them nowhere. A horse attempting to trample a venomous snake under hoof risks getting bitten. A horse attempting to outrun a wildfire is easily reduced to ash by taking the trail. But Aela, she looks at Skandar, and she sees a myriad of wonderful possibilities for them. Something that could be as broad and interminable as the cosmos that have written themselves on the shapemaker's skin. Something that emerges as a quirk on her lips, a slight tug of favor in Skandar's direction. Be deft of hoof and there is the possibility of guiding the snake and his fangs; find the right tinder and there is the chance of starting the inferno. Aela has always considered herself graceful and she knows that she carries the spark. @[Skandar] could be her bite. Skandar could the blaze. The boy comes closer and melts near her touch. His jaw drops to the ground and the golden filly tilts her head towards him. Skandar's words are jumbled as his tongue melts and reforms, as his jaw disintegrates and remakes itself. Aela is more perceptive to emotions than most and the tension that radiates from his skin doesn't just linger against hers; Aela can feel the heat igniting in her veins, can feel it sizzling at her core. She will never be the kindling for somebody else but that doesn't mean she isn't a curious creature. It doesn't mean that she isn't willing to raise the stakes in this game if it might mean exploring the limits of Skandar's abilities (what he is capable of will only aid her). Aela lingers near him, allowing the charge between them to continue to crackle. She feels like a magnet and her vanity is nearly humming with it, a compass that she is more than willing to point straight towards her. Peering at him from beneath her dark lashes, she projects a single memory towards him: Nerinian granite. If only she could touch him, the pout forming seems to say. If only he was cool as stone. If only - RE: looking like an angel but your savage love; skandar - Skandar - 12-14-2020
What is it that causes this girl to be so confident? He cannot find any wavering in her gaze; no weakness that trembles or frailty that shakes the slender of her bones. She is unlike anything he has ever come across (though, perhaps Leijona would be his only comparison - even then, his sister has a softness behind the teeth and claws, behind the earth she moves and shapes to her every whim) and it infuriates him and yet, in the same breath, enchants him. Either she has never faced defeat or she hasn’t come face to face with a force that has brought her to her knees. Skandar cannot tell which and though his curiosity is roused, he considers the quiet notion that she is one of few words. He wonders why that is so for if the way her countenance is held so proudly, he thinks her mouth would do much more than smile so prettily at him. skandar @[Aela] |