Tauber
the brave man with a sword
(Carnage x Aditi)
Twin to Shirad
Avatar lines by Bronzehalo@deviantart.com
Coloration by Lavender
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
each man kills what he loves [open]
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11-05-2017, 09:27 AM
Tauber the brave man with a sword (Carnage x Aditi) Twin to Shirad Avatar lines by Bronzehalo@deviantart.com Coloration by Lavender Starlin At first she does not recognize the faint smell. It has been nearly a year since they’d left the forest, after all, and time passes quickly for young children. Starlin is nearly two now, and despite having spent her first six months in the ever-autumnal woods, it is not until she’s all but on top of the strange colt that she is able to put a name to it. “Sylva.” She says as she stands in front of the buckskin and violet colt, the word said wonderingly first, and accusingly the second. “Sylva.” The grullo filly’s brown furrows, and she lowers her pinned-eared head to glare at the younger colt. “What’re you doing out here?” She demands. “Shouldn’t you be at A “How to Bully” lesson or something?” Mother has said to run if she were to confront a Sylvan. They were not to be trusted. They would hurt her first and ask question later; they were the ones that had taken her first home. This colorful colt probably hadn’t (he’s too young), but he’s also the first Sylvan she’s ever come across. She shakes her mane from out of her blue grey eyes, and prepares herself for the colt to attack. grit & grace.
11-12-2017, 05:21 PM
Tauber the brave man with a sword @[Starlin] (Carnage x Aditi) Twin to Shirad Avatar lines by Bronzehalo@deviantart.com Coloration by Lavender
11-18-2017, 09:21 AM
Starlin The sunlight shadows dance on the forest floor, dappling Starlin’s grullo coat and providing cover for the buckskin colt. He is not impossible to see, but his not-quite intangibility is enough to have the young filly stamping her hoof huffing irritably. “Stop that magic!” she demands, staring at where he had last vanished into a particularly dark tangle of brush. “Come out and face me like a real warrior!” Neither of them are real warriors, but the piebald filly is young and impetuous, full of an adolescent sense of superiority. She sees movement to the left and spins to face it, certain now that he is circling her, likely trying to find the best angle of attack. “You know why!” Starlin retorts sharply. “If I don’t attack first you’ll get me when my back is turned. That’s what all you Sylvans do.” The surety in her tone is undeniable; she believes that fully. Everyone knows that. Sylva is full of monsters and horrors; they’ll crush your skull before you can even blink, and you’re lucky if they don’t do anything else before they kill you. He had given her his name, Starlin realizes belatedly. A trick! He wants to fool into giving her own name, so that were she to escape this run-in he could track her down all the more quickly – or worse, enlist the aid of his fellow Sylvan criminals. She won’t fall for it, she decides, but best to see if he’s on his toes as well. “Why would I want to know your name?” grit & grace. So as you can tell, Starlin has an active imagination. @[Tauber]
11-19-2017, 04:16 PM
Tauber the brave man with a sword @[Starlin] OMG, I love them together! This thread amuses me so much! <3 (Carnage x Aditi) Twin to Shirad Avatar lines by Bronzehalo@deviantart.com Coloration by Lavender
11-21-2017, 11:32 AM
Starlin His laugh is unexpected, and it startles a snort from the grullo filly. How many Sylvans has she met? At that she gives her own snort of laughter. Enough. That is how many she had met. She had seen the state of Tantalize; Starlin knows what they do to women in the woods of Sylva. Tauber speaks of being faced head on, as though that reassurance does anything to minimize the acknowledged violence. Does it matter how one is attacked, if they are attacked all the same? No, she tells herself firmly. The other horse has been standing still long enough for her to get a good read on where he is standing. When she positions herself to face him though, she looks lightly to his right, as though she is incorrect. “Show yourself.” She demand with adolescent entitlement. “Show yourself and then I might give you my name.” grit & grace.
11-30-2017, 07:46 AM
Starlin The shadows fall away from him – or rather, he lets them fall – and the stranger is left standing in the woods. Huh. He does’nt look nearly as terrifying as she’d imagined. His invisibility had added layers of suspicion, but as he stands in the woods pouting at her, Starlin finds that he is not so very scary at all. Younger than she is, but not too much smaller. “Thank you.” She replies to his admission of visibility, but the words lack some of the sass that she had intended. It is difficult for the stubborn filly to admit that she might have been wrong, so instead she continues to scowl at the purple-maned colt. “Nerine.” Starlin replies to his question. “and I’m Starlin. I know you’re bad because your people took Tantalize and tortured her. Good guys don’t do that.” The grullo filly has been fed a detail-less story of her fellow Nerenian’s capture, but it was enough to cement the information in her head. Sylva was bad now that Mother had left it; the wraith king was causing it to rot from the inside out. grit & grace.
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