Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Sickle is no longer in the jungle.
Gale is not certain where she is, and as he steps onto the volcanic beach he knows only that she is gone far away, snatched away by a delegation from the Pampas. She’d been lured away easily, and he hopes that her time with the Flower Court will teach her to be less trusting of strangers.
The eastern kingdom has shown its belly by allowing the theft of their princess, and it should come as no surprise that the scavengers are drawn in by the scent of fresh blood.
A few days, he promised Mazikeen, and a few days have passed.
Stopping first in Islandres, Gale found the place quieter even than when he had left, and it is with an eager grin that he’d crossed the waters between the island and the Tephran shore.
He seeks them out, the pair of siblings that rule the Eastern Kingdom. Gale means to displace them, causing chaos on this edge of Beqanna. He’s heard of a mage that lives beside the volcano, one who can shape the lava to their will. After he’s taken what he wants from the monarchs, perhaps Gale will find this mage and take from him the knowledge of how to make the volcano erupt.
He’s still wearing white clouds in the shape of his mane and tail, a remnant of the lilac mare that he’d slaughtered in front of Ciri, and the memory freshens the smile as a bit of cumulus forelock drifts across his line of sight. The rest of him is the unadulterated form of his brindled host, handsome, iridescent navy-blue, and with eyes as wild as lightning. Nothing is a threat to me, he had said to the northern Thane. As he strides through the humid jungle, that same reckless confidence trails alongside him, as constant as the shadow from the black osprey overhead.
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ooc: gale meets the requirements for an outside takeover (at least 10 posts in the last 30 days)
Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
The bright-eyed stallion prowls through the lush jungle for several hours. He finds the scent of Wishbone frequently, but never fresh. The same is true for Sickle, and Gale wonders if perhaps the Pampians had stolen the purple queen as well as his young daughter.
He has no better luck at finding Warden.
By the time the sun is setting, the brindle stallion is standing in the water that flows from the fourth entity. His entity. He’s collected all of them now, he thinks - the tree, the shield, the stone, and now the water. There’d not been nearly enough blood shed in the getting of them, but there will be time for that later.
Reaching toward the waterfall, he pulls at the magic. There’s a crackling in his chest and a bright flash of lightning across his skin. Something splinters, and shadows ooze out from the places where scars have healed glowing cremello on his navy skin. The scars heal entirely as the water washes over them.
When he makes his way back up the bank, the shadows remain at his feet, curling up like smoke and snakes and slashing claws, visible only in the faint glowing from the few remaining stripes of brindle along Gale’s neck and chest. Gale turns to look back at the waterfall, his ears listening to the rumble.
It would transform Hyaline, he knows. There would be no more still lake beneath the moon. Does he want that? The indecision appears as a growing scowl on the navy stallion’s blazed face. A gust of winter air - remarkably cold here in the warm jungle - rushes down on him. Gale thinks of the black lake at the heart of Islandres; now that would be a good place for a waterfall.
The sky grows darker, and stars begin to appear in the deep turquoise the stretches from the east into the still faintly golden glow of the westen sea. He has long been fond of this particular sunset view (albeit from farther west still). His host has faint memories of a mare named Isilya, but when he pries farther finds nothing but blinding ache in the back of his skull.
Almost without thought, he places his head beneath the water again. The puffy white clouds of his forelock don’t sink, instead stopping just at the water’s surface and hovering there till he raises his head again.
There’s no pain at all.
He smiles.
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Just making this post so it’s official. Gale will have a kingdom gathering (ish) later and there will be an ooc activity check to update the board.
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Gale
