"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
There is a wildness in her that drives her from Tephra and her mother’s side.
It is trapped in her throat, wings that flutter and thrash in her veins, her breath caught and released from her lungs as she raises her young face toward the border. She is young, too young, to be leaving the safe confines of her home, where mother’s fierce eye keeps watch and her father’s steady presence can be seen from all angles. But she does not care, cannot stay another day without knowing what lies beyond.
She leaves early, early enough that she is not caught, although she knows that she will have to apologize later. The fog was thick from where it unfurled around the mountain, the thickest parts not yet pulled back to where they usually nestle near the volcano. She breathes it in, her heart pounding with love of the familiar sight, but it is not enough to keep her; in truth, it would never be enough to hold her.
The path is easier than imagined and even at a mere six months, she is able to pick her way through it with ease, her coltish legs finding the path and guiding her along it to the outskirts of Tephra. At the border, where the water is salty but shallow, she takes a deep breath, glances over her shoulder for a moment before diving in, the water hitting her chest as she swims across the small break to the other side.
Her path takes her East, around the general crowds of the field and the murmured conversation of the meadow. She does not stop until she finds the forest, the trees jutting upward and outward, the pine of it fascinating. Grinning, she pressed her face into its branches, ignoring the thin scratches it imparted on her face. Breathing deep, she felt her pulse race in her veins. Today, she would have adventure.
12-11-2016, 04:08 AM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2016, 10:30 AM by Neo.n.)
She was a creature of the night. As such she adapted a routine from dusk to dawn. Traveling the borders of claimed and unclaimed lands. Though she was taking interest in Tephra. She had visited the land recently having met it's leader Magnus on her ventures there. This evening was no different as before, except a new fresh scent was on her usual path between lands...
She stood frozen, muzzle to the terrain, nares flared. Who was this? The scent was semi familiar but distant. Globes used the moonlight to scan the forest. Satellites tuned to even the slightest of sounds. Gently and nearly silently pillars began to move forth. Nares searching for the scent as she picked her way through the brush with ease...
The scent grew stronger as she neared a small figure in the shadows. Globes wide eyed she halted. Studying the figure. The sleek frame told her it was a young filly. She was the hue of the moon that hung high above. Almost had a shine that glistened like the stars. Figuring she shouldn't be out this late alone had curiosity written all over it...
Like minded they were. Wanting a home but seeked independence and a thirst for adventure. She knew this all too well for she set out on her own adventures at a very young age. She also knew the wrath that awaited her upon her return to a worried mother and angered father... Her father saw this as rebellious actions and much punishment awaited her each time she was caught. She hoped the same fate did not come of this youngin.
Weighing her options on how to address the situation she decided to watch from a distance. Ensure her safety but let her feed her curiosity...
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
12-11-2016, 06:01 AM (This post was last modified: 12-11-2016, 06:06 AM by Iasan.)
Iasan patrolled the borders of his home. In this case, it was the Eastern borders that had his attention. The Taiga rests as a central part of the forest system of Beqanna; it is the spine and the lifeblood that brings protection and oxygen to anyone who chooses to rest beneath it's trees. The sooty spotted boy grew ever more impressive by the months that dragged on, and his mother Reagan was giving him more freedom to go along with his age and size--as long as he didn't wander off too far. And such was the case with this--
It was night, and the fog that brewed underneath the canopy was almost stifling. He was unable to see much past the end of his nose, but his goals pressed him forward. The sooner he secured the borders, the sooner he could go back to the den.
Unless...
He smiled, his white behind dancing in the dark as he dares to take the chance that his seemingly all-knowing mother might allow him the courtesy of keeping her mind reading to herself this night. It was as if she knew something about him that he himself was unfamiliar with. She seemed, to trust him more than his other siblings... And though he made his way in the dark to this part of Beqanna for the very first time, it was as if he felt he had seen these trees somewhere else before.
Something out of a dream. Or a memory.
But that could not be.
And so, his black fluffy tail swings on his rump and his eyes are bright as he grapples his way through the miasma. The moon is shining bright, casting eerie shadows on the place. When all of the sudden, he spots two shadowy figures standing off and to the right from him. His hackles go up, and his spine seemingly turns to jelly. This was not supposed to go this way. He lowers his ears, and tries ever so careful to sneak past them.
He is still just a very little boy, after all.
A little boy who wished he had his mum.
OOC: tapped this out on my phone. Sorry it sucks so bad.
The golden stallion walked silently through the forest lushness, his coat gleaming in the moonlight. After leaving the fields at dawn he had reached the far edge of the forest at nightfall. he smelt the scent of pastures and and water on the wind and knew he was nearing the border of Tephra. He would have to change is course. It wasn't that he didn't want to find a 'home', he was still unsure of returning to herd life and just walking into someone else's kingdom would be disrespectful. Just as he was about to change direction a familiar, unnamed scent caught him. Pricking his ears he gave a quiet snort sending billows of moisture into the cool, night air.
he followed it to a small clearing where he saw a young filly, she shouldn't be out alone he thought and acted quickly, knowing all too well what it was like to be driven from a home and wished not so on this young filly. stepping into the clearing he didn't see the figure at the edge and spoke to the cream colored foal
"are you sure your meant to be here young one?" he spoke softly but firm..
12-12-2016, 08:22 AM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2016, 10:28 AM by Neo.n.)
As the evening crispiness grew greater she was certain most of the lands inhabitants were nestled in family groups below the stars. She patiently watched hidden in the shadows fore she had not much else on her to do list this evening. Satellites twisted, scanning for the slightest of sounds. She looked on in curiosity over the fillies 'to do list' this eve...
She had come from lands were order and honor reigned. Warriors were conditioned from scraps of carefree youth. She had gone through the same training but her free spirited personality clashed with her sires structured lands. So she freed both the burden of having to live in daily disappointment. Her training was useful though... She could hunt the faintest of scents, locate the distant of sounds, spot the slightest variations of the landscapes. This night was no different. Her vigilance made her well aware of the nights happenings. The wide eyed owl stationed above, a rodent scampered nearby, a family group of deer drinking at the river. Her nares flared as the winds brought new scents to her attention. She closed her globes and held her breathing so she could quiet herself to feel her surroundings...
She couldn't make out specifics of each scent but enough details to know of which species and possible recent where abouts. The one scent was also distantly familiar. Smelling of a stallion she recently met in the field. A stallion who seemed troubled but refused her offer of company. Guess he had a family and this must be a member. He smelled of redwoods and so did the nearing scent. It wasn't a stagnant scent but more new, more young. She dismissed it as non-threatening and shifted investigations to the next scent. Also a scent that was recently familiar... A viewing she had from the meeting grounds. A newcomer that seemed uneasy by the night that surrounded him. 'What twas he doing lurking about at night?' She pondered the why for a moment but found any answer she could fathem irrelevant. He had seemed to submissive, too frightened, too reliant to be much of a threat. Not of one she couldn't handle. So she waited... Watching as the golden hue approached the filly. A deep feeling surfaced, a need to protect, no an instinct, ingrained deep within her geno. Was it her make or her training that was surfacing. She stoodfast... Muscle tensed and ready to act. Like a lioness waiting in the tall grasses to pounce upon unsuspecting prey. She held her position and watched cautiously. The golden one spoke to the filly in a concerned tone. A question of her location on this late of an eve. She let the interaction play out undisturbed by her. Only a deep flutter of her nares to make her presence known to the newcomer...
Heed thy warning or prepare for thynes wrath
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
Sunshadow shot his head up upon hearing the flutter of nostrils and and the warning in their tone. His ears swiveled searching the clearing resting on the slight quiver of leaves where the horse stood, he smelt the mare scent of the horse and then the again familiar scent he had once before. Then the scent came to him, the mare in the fields who had looked down on him. Forgetting the young foal near his side he snorted into the shadows where he saw the just discernible outline of the fellow equine
"i know your there" he spoke in to the night with his tail raised slightly and his neck arched, a warning to the horse in the trees that he was ready to fight but the way he kept his ears relaxed suggested his submission.
Her solitude does not last long, and her hazel eyes brighten as she lifts her small scullion curiosity.
“Hello?” she cries out, her voice youthful but unquestioning. Neither of her parents had never raised her to be afraid and she felt no fear in this moment, despite the strangers that circled her. “Show yourself!” she demands, taking a small step forward on thin, coltish legs. At the idea of danger, of which there was not any, her heart thrills; what an adventure it would be to return home and tell her family of this.
Finally, a gold stallion, so similar in hue to her father that she takes a double take, walks up to her. At first, she gives him a friendly smile, but at his line of questioning, her expression hardens with stubbornness, her ears flipping backward and pressing into her fluffy mane. “I know exactly where I am meant to be,” she says defiantly, lifting her ashen gold chin. “Are you sure you are meant to be here?”
For a second, she considers tossing out her father’s name (he may not call himself King, but there was no reason she couldn’t elaborate for this interaction); however, her attention is drawn to the shadows when the stallion step away to address strangers she cannot see. Snorting in a way that mirrors his own, she takes a step forward, peering into the darkness to try and make out whatever could be there.
She doesn’t see anything though and although she feels profound disappointment, she also feels pity for the stallion who thinks he sees shapes in the dark. Shaking her head, she takes a small step away, gingerly lifting her legs and moving quietly as to make her escape from what is clearly a deranged individual.
12-13-2016, 02:29 AM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2016, 10:23 AM by Neo.n.)
Her frame stood motionless as she awaited an action. To her surprise the loner spoke and repositioned. Her satellites perked in interest as her flank shifted... 'Twas it a challenge? Surely not. This newcomer was much too submissive to challenge her. If challenge is what he wished to bring, so bring it...
An entertained smirk brought forth on her expression. A flutter of nares in the form of a chuckle. Would he dare?
Dont fall to your deepest of temptations... Fore bad things can happen there if not thought through carefully
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
Iasan looked up at the mare that stood next to him. Fluttering his tail back and forth on his white rump, he takes a big gulp lurches forward slowly, ears back. Quiet careful steps were taken with little hooves through the brush, trying very carefully to not make a sound. It was dark, but his memories knew just where to place his feet. The images; they seemed much older, somehow. As if he had seen these same trees years and years ago...
But he was barely six months old.
His ears flopped forward as he shook his head, perhaps to rid his brain of such nonsensical thoughts plaguing him. When he righted himself again, his short fluffy mane sticking straight up--much like a little boy's after he rolls out of bed--he lowers his head once more, ears flattened against his head, and he pursues his prey. Or target, in this case. He lacked the ability to turn into a wolf like his mother did. Within the forest, his family protected their pack and all who chose dominion within the Taiga--his mother and father were its Alphas, and yet, at this moment, Iasan did not feel like a prince.
He felt like a scaredy cat.
All of the sudden, he hears a voice on the horizon. Hello? The fog is thick and he straightens immediately, nearly jumping at the sound. Show yourself! He jumps again, the echoing bouncing off the trees and in his direction. He turns then, his profile against whatever is yelling at him. He hopes that by showing his full body, that perhaps he can make himself look bigger to scare away the monsters. His little body shivers--not with cold, but with fear. He sidesteps awkwardly, inching ever closer to the sound of the voice calling out to him.
And then...
He growls. Out loud. Long. Monster-like.
"ROOOOAAAAARRR! I am A TREE MONSTER! I WILL SHOW YOU MYSELF"
12-13-2016, 09:46 AM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2016, 10:22 AM by Neo.n.)
Globes watched curiously as the young and the restless stirred in the night. New challenges voiced perked her satellites once more. This should be interesting. Much like her the filly voiced herself bluntly. It make her think back to her younger days in amusement. The young colt however reminded her of this other that hung about the group... Shy, submissive but tried to save face. To appear tough on the outside but trembled with fear within...
She was not objective to challenges nor war if for the right reason. If for the wrong reasons your just waiting energy. She sought peace for many reasons. Looking to the young minds sorting through life and it's meaning she let it play out. Still watching over the activities. To step in if need be but she encouraged thy play she was witness to.
Attention diverted back to the larger frame that stood nearer to the young ones. Would he not be so accepting of this behavior? Her pillars moved forth through the brush and neared the shadows edge. The over head lights twinkled in her globes as she stepped out into the clearing. Her presence was known to all now. Ebony tassels drifted gently upon her hide. Her muzzle lowered to the turf for a late night snack. Her gaze never leaving the interactions of the trio.
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
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