Oh once upon a time she had known this place. once upon a time she had known this place intimately. it was a lifetime ago and yet here she found her path winding this was again. to the kingdom she had once ruled; to the kingdom that had lured her in when she was fresh-faced and eager. to the kingdom that her mother had known, once, just as intimately. it was a placed heaped in history for the ancient creature, though she did not exactly wish to delve in to the depths of it. it was not the past that she sought to restore, but a future she intended to polish. aranea had lived a multitude of years (mostly in solitude and silence, after those of grandeur and glory) yet her body was young and her mind was sharp. gunsynd had presented her with a sliver of hope and she snatched eagerly at the opportunity - perhaps she would be freed (even slightly!) from this curse that the faeries had so nicely bestowed upon her. was it not enough that she bore the scars of that day? scars the gleamed bright orange against her ashen coat, courtesy of the magician who had healed the bloody claw marks so long ago. the scars had not faded; that was the price she would pay for her life. that and her voice. a small price, some might argue.
but this caged bird - she wanted to SING.
their journey would be spent in silence on her behalf, though she very clearly perked up when they reached the multitude of smells that marked the boundaries of a kingdom. a kingdom, though she could not possibly know it, that was led by a king who had once known her MOTHER intimately. what could you expect of a stallion named eight and a mare known as a spider...
when they finally stopped she faced gunsynd, curiosity etched in her features despite herself. for a second she was not the jaded mare who had lived on her own for so many years, but an excited yearling with a lifetime of opportunity stretched before her.
so what next?
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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
[open] ; in restless dreams I walked alone (gunsynd, any)
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08-22-2016, 04:55 PM
Once upon a time, the Valley had been new to the magician king. Once upon a time, her claws did not sink into him and grab ahold. Once upon a time, the Chamber had been his home - his reign of time where he was none too sane and none too pleasant. Once upon a time, he had known very intimately a woman who wove webs like a spider.
There is little that the magician misses in the Valley - if anything at all. She is tied to him, running through her blood and bones - his magic steeping into her pores. What she feels, he feels. I suppose it is both a blessing and curse of being a guardian. You cannot feel just what you would like - you feel it all, or you feel nothing. The air rifles with disturbance, and Eight looks up towards the horizon. There was no doubt that this meant there was someone new. This was interesting, though. It was not a pulse of magic of a Valley member returning, and yet - this was not someone entirely new. Closing his eyes, the fog cleared from his mind and the familiar shape of Gunsynd appeared, along with someone not so new. A smirk briefly played on the old magician’s face - a remembrance of time past, when he was so much younger, when things were so much more different. Quickly, he dissipates his atoms and bones and blood - leaving the soft cavernous forest and reappearing at the edge of the Valley before you. “Gunsynd, I see you have brought someone home.” His eyes flash to yours, Aranea, and he wonders if perhaps you knew just what history lay riddled here. meeerrrr. Sorry its a bit all over.
08-22-2016, 07:01 PM
Gunsynd I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down The ink-hued stallion leads the woman to her, his lover. Maybe it was simply the Valley’s will that he chanced upon her in the meadow. But was it chance, then? Or did his love always get what she wanted? She had been known to wait, after all. As they draw nearer to the promised land he can feel the tension of bringing the two together, like being between two magnets. A smile tugs at his thick lips as he knows he has pleased his love. They enter the Valley’s embrace and the beast is aware that they do not have much time before her guardian appears, just as he did before. Gunsynd has a respect for the magician that prevents him from being jealous of his intimacy with his Valley. If he had to share her, Eight was possibly the least offensive option. Besides, if his lover wanted him too, then Gunsynd could offer no objection. Before he appears, however, the mare looks to him expectantly, as if simply being here would solve her problems. He looks away, expecting the guardian to manifest in his line of vision at any given moment. (But he also needs to look away from those eager, expectant eyes if he must control himself for the time being.) “You’ll be released from your prison shortly.” He says quietly. And there he is, just as expected. The beast nods both in greeting and acknowledgement of his words. He is certain Eight would not stir for just anyone. “She’s silent. Care to fix that?” He asks brusquely. Of course they had explained the magic of the Valley had been stored away, but Eight’s own personal magic was another thing altogether. I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N
08-23-2016, 04:07 PM
08-26-2016, 12:48 PM
I was in the darkness; so the darkness I became. The Valley was slowly waking; a sleeping dragon lazily opening an eye while smoke curled up from its nostrils. It was rising without the typical fanfare, somewhat like a storm as it crested the horizon. The implications were certainly there in the heavy roll of thunder, but without the rain its meaning wasn’t clear. For now it would be safe to stand and watch the clouds billow. That is, until lightning split the sky and scorched the earth. Like the storm, the Valley was growing in strength. Before long, that electric charge would need a proper outlet for its chaotic energy. The raising of triplets was a tiresome task, and one she did not take lightly. They were the future of the kingdom, a proverbial dynasty cloaked in mousy dun fur. Their powers differed but they were so much alike; she supposed that sharing a womb for nearly a year gave them an uncommonly strong bond. Even the awkward one, Kilter, was a gifted child though she hadn’t quite figured out his gift yet. Not blessed with telepathy, she often reprimanded Knoxlyn and Keel for leaving him out of their childish conversations. Despite being able to keep things from him, they were not able to keep things from her. Today though, they were playing quietly in one of the caves Eight had showed them. It made the perfect nest for unruly children, and so she left them there so as to complete kingdom business. Eventually she would allow them to tag along; today was not that day. Today, she would enjoy the solitude of a crisp winters day. She would speak with grown horses and not entertain the banter of careless youth. As she wandered her aimless path, she felt the surge of Eights magic ripple through the land. While they were not a couple by the conventional means, they were tied together in their own way. Raising her head, she stared in that direction, opening her mind and searching for others. Eight, Gunsynd…and a new mare. With a soft smile she picked up an easy trot, heading towards the trio at a brisk, but leisurely pace. Finally, she reached them. She felt a shiver as she drifted through the magic. The grulla offered a silent hello to the two stallions, sparing a wry smile for Gunsynd; there was more than a little tension between them at the moment. “Welcome to the Valley, Aranea.” she said into the roans mind, having caught her name on arrival. While she may not have been cut from original Valley cloth, she still had an air of belonging to her. “Or should I say, welcome home.” Topsail Queen of the Valley
08-30-2016, 06:53 PM
Gunsynd I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down As predicted, the Valley’s guardian joins them and constructs a bubble in which they can communicate freely. Gunsynd prefers this method to the invasive practice of telepathy, but it is not long before the Valley queen joins them and he feels himself tense at the thought of being pried into again. Nevertheless, he nods to both the magician and the ruler. He could play nice. The mute woman speaks without moving her lips and this draws his attention. Aranea. The name rings a bell, but he can’t quite place it. She confirms, however, that his efforts had not been in vain; the Valley is a part of this mare. A small smile pulls at his thick lips as he considers how his love can pull those to her that she requires. She was ever the mysterious and undeniable goddess. They could do little to deny her. His ears perk at Eight’s words (they come from his vocal chords, which is becoming an oddity in this kingdom) and his heavy head turns to regard him as he speaks. So they had known each other in the past; but what was the past - it was neither here nor there. Gunsynd tried to focus his efforts on the here and now, it was much less complicated. Memory had a way of snaking through the mind and changing its landscape much like a river will carve out a canyon over the millennia. Simply put, it was too unreliable. “She was on the edge of the meadow, looking disenchanted with it all.” He says with a smirk and a glance to Aranea. “She wasn’t interested in keeping me company so I offered to bring her here to regain her voice.” He shifts in a half-hearted shrug, letting her denial roll off his shoulders. “Thanks for helping.” He turns his attention to the queen, knowing she is undoubtedly whispering things inside the newcomer’s mind, but as he is without unlimited power like her guardian he cannot guess what exchanges between them. I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N
08-30-2016, 10:58 PM
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