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dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Skandar - 08-29-2021 skandar i want to be the bullet @Obscene RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Obscene - 08-29-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Darkness calls and he follows it swiftly. A glint of gold catches beneath the silvery waves of light from a slow rising moon as the last streaks of color fade from the sky. Much had changed in the last short weeks of autumn, the chill in the air seeming to invigorate the kingdoms and territories of Beqanna from the slumbering summer they had fallen under. He moves easily through the tall grasses that sweep gently against his broad shoulders. His pace is calm and collected despite the dark expression on his face. From the upcoming meeting with the North, the stolen girl of Tephra, his recent discovery of fatherhood (and the grief he pushes deep within him of the daughter lost), not to mention the whispers of change in the air… His mind is a whirlwind and seeks nothing but peace. For the first time in his rulership, the circlet feels just a little bit heavier than it had before. He stops for a moment, adjusts the weight to slant lazily over a finely tipped ear, and then carries on his way. He would not fall beneath the pressure, not like his father had done. Stepping down, buckling beneath it. No, they would have to pry his crown from his cold dead hooves before he would let that happen. He had come too far to ever give it up willingly… or easily. As always, his thoughts turn to the golden mare of the Pampas. He feels the old familiar flare of jealousy and hatred, possessiveness and pain, that he’s come to associate with the first person who had taught him how to care a little. They still work seamlessly, despite the thread of tension that worked its way from him and tethered somewhere to her. He barely noticed how often he wore a cloak of scales or the way his pupils were nearly always slitted. Despite it all he remains, for all intensive purposes, exactly the same. Bored, callous, and perhaps a little sharper than usual. It is only around the various children does his edge seem to dull momentarily. The remembrance of his own childhood imprinted for eternity beneath his ebony skin. He had been seeking the colt Aela had brought home but instead he finds an unexpected face. One made of crystal liquid that drips slowly from muzzle to the shallow pool below. It had been awhile since he had spoken with the Champion. He had thought of seeking the stallion out to join them in the Tephra mission. They worked against the clock and in the end there had not been time to find him. Luckily the steal had gone off without a hitch but the Prince was still bothered by how easy it had been. How simple. It didn’t sit well in his gut. Skandar was their best shot of defense when it came to their motley crew and with the pot being stirred it was more than time to finally speak to him. And here he was. Alone. Or waiting for someone? A flicker of a frown attempts to twist his velvet lips but he smoothes it into his normal bored expression, the red of his eyes a harder hue than normal. “Skandar.” He greets in his haughty way but offering the now star dusted stallion a faint grin before it quickly fades away. He’s still not sure what to think of the mimic who can seem to twist himself into the unthinkable. He had only gotten a small taste of the other’s magic when he had turned into the Prince himself but if anything Aela had mentioned had been true then it was a mind bending concept. That was powerful magic. No wonder Aela had snagged him. Snagged him and more, he reminds himself as the scales shine like black diamonds across his skin under the rising moon. “There’s a few things I’ve been meaning to speak to you about. If you have the time.” He drawls lazily, regarding the other coolly despite the sudden fire burning in his crimson eyes. obscene @Skandar RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Skandar - 08-31-2021 skandar i want to be the bullet @Obscene RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Obscene - 08-31-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
The court they had created amongst the sea of gentle flowers was rarely a kind one and he takes Skandar’s greeting for what it was. He would have gotten nowhere if he took offense to every clipped greeting, if he buckled and fell to his knees at every slight and disrespect, all the cruel words that had been hurled at him since he had been abandoned by those he needed most. He was what he was, he stood where he was, only because of his own dark determination and grit that lurked beneath the haziness of his drunk and disorderly self. There had also been a little sprinkle of fairy dust and a steady hand in the form of a golden mare that had steered him towards a path he had once been blind to. One that he sees much clearer now. There is no missing the muscle that works in Skandar’s jaw when their eyes lock, a similar gesture working in his own. There is a sudden hunger that twists it’s way through his stomach and he vaguely wonders what the skin walker would look like if his fangs found their way to that steady thrumming right beneath his colorful throat. Would he bleed in multicolors too? It takes him a moment to realize that those thoughts are not his own. They had nothing but time as an immortal. The creature within him whispers otherwise. Silently he steps into the stream and joins the Champion once he agrees to company, ignoring the cold that sends shockwaves up his obsidian legs. It helps clear his head from the bloody suggestions and that hunger eases a little in his belly. Quietly and quickly he tells Skandar about Sickle and what he had experienced in Tephra. He doesn’t doubt that Aela had probably told him already, a thought that sends a ripple of scales to flare up along his belly, but the freezing waters work well enough at keeping the serpent at bay. “I have to go to Loess.” He finally says quietly, his blazing gaze turned to the blinking stars in the sky that the Champion had once been watching. “It’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for her.” And here he looks pointedly at Skandar as he says roughly, “It’s important that they leave empty-handed… Should someone come. ” And there is a question there, a subtle one, that goes beyond if he thinks the skin changer can handle it. He doesn’t doubt the other’s abilities, far from it after what he had seen. The things Aela had shown him. It always seems to come back to her after all. It was probably a pointless thing to ask anyways. It wasn’t the Prince she had turned to in her time of need when Gale had split open her chest. A hoof lazily pulls at the stones beneath the water as he turns his vermillion gaze back to the Pampas before them. “There’s something else.” He finally says after some time has passed. The ire in his eyes light up again but it’s not because of what he assumes Skandar will think he’s about to ask. No, this goes much farther than where the golden Seneschal is concerned. However he waits to see if he does end up baiting something from the constellation beside him. Old habits die hard after all. obscene @Skandar RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Skandar - 09-02-2021 skandar i want to be the bullet @ RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Obscene - 09-03-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
It’s surprising how his mind eases slightly with Skandar’s reassurance and even if he had known of the bloody thoughts that had been stirred, he wouldn’t be appalled. Not when it comes to protecting their own. He throws up his muzzle, pleased that at least this was one last thing to worry about. He doesn’t doubt that any intruders will regret meeting the swirling stars of the Champion, doesn’t doubt that Skandar would go to the ends of the earth to protect the striped mare who currently looked over the changeling child with the one she had gathered from the den. What little peace had been between them vanishes when their eyes meet. He can feel the taunt string between them as Skandar speaks. Something? He asks. ”Or someone?” His grin turns almost wolfish as the pupils in his eyes flatten into slits and the air becomes something electric and dangerous around them. Deadly. He is silent and still as the grave as he holds the other’s probing gaze, seeing the same fire that stirs around the slithering thing in the pit of his belly. “Tephra.” Is the unexpected answer he gives in response and he doesn’t tear his gaze away from the other, his curiosity focused on catching any subtle expressions he might normally miss. “I need to go back and I want you with me.” He says in his smooth way but there is no hint of indifference this time and its clearly not a request. No, not a request at all as his unwavering gaze refuses to be torn from the other. Would Skandar reject his demand? Or was this stallion Aela’s soldier completely, through and through? At the end of the day it mattered little. Skandar was currently Champion in his name who harbored a passion of dislike towards Tephra that might nearly rival his own (from the little Aela had ever shared with him about the skin walker). And the volcano had been too quiet. And there was, unfortunately, a mare with jaguar spots hidden in the depths of its jungles that he would regret not extracting if things went wrong. He doesn’t know why, she deserved to rot there, but his insufferable sister and her soft request had managed to wedge itself beneath his scales. Skandar would be useful if the ashland was less quiet on his return and he would not accept no as an answer. He slowly extracts himself from the freezing waters as he finally breaks his gaze from the other. He moves up the bank, making a show of flicking droplets from the end of his long luxurious tail. He glances up at the stars again, his back to the other, as his quiet voice calls over his shoulder just loud enough for him to hear. “I like you Skandar.” His skull angled as he looks back at him with those fierce bright eyes through a sheer haze of long black hair. “If you two want to destroy each other, who am I to stop you?” He murmurs and there is perhaps just the smallest glimmer of pain reflected in the depths of red but it disappears in a sweep of dark lashes and the smug smirk that quickly follows shows no signs of vulnerability. “I’ll find you when I return.” obscene @Skandar RE: dark clouds will follow -- obscene - Skandar - 09-06-2021 skandar i want to be the bullet @Obscene |