02-05-2020, 01:49 PM
O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
Oceane is not a creature of war. She does not revel in blood spilled or find a war cry invigorating; she does not pride herself in the pain she could cause in others. But Nau-Aib had taught her that she is not in the majority ─ there are others who will cause hurt for the sake of it and scream their victories loud. They think it brings them greatness.
And perhaps it does. But she has seen too much pain to want greatness for herself in that way, and regardless of her desire to keep herself distanced from war and bloodshed, the Loessian Lady knows full well that it is a reality of their world, and to be unprepared is to be the defeated. Thankfully, though, the opaline woman had happened upon someone who feels similarly; and while neither desire to stand here with the intent of inflicting damage, they know they must learn.
So she smiles kindly at Lilliana when the chestnut woman thanks her. "The things we must do in pursuit of knowledge..." she responds, gracefully dismissive, as the two mares take a few silent, pensive moments. Oceane considers the areas of her delicate body that Mchawi used to target: her forelegs, the fragile bones at the edges of her feathered wings, the soft flesh of her throat. The thought of these targets, of the narrow bones and warm flesh of Lilliana's legs and throat, draws discomfort through Oceane ─ but she must learn.
The Loessian jumps into a lazy lope at much the same moment her chestnut counterpart begins to circle; she tucks her iridescent muzzle to her chest to protect her throat much the same way she had done when Mchawi used to seek her out, and settles her bright amber eyes analytically on Lilliana's movements; when the chestnut woman adjust her weight, Oceane is tense and ready ─ despite the way she pivots away, her lavender hooves digging into the hard dirt beneath her, Lilliana's hooves glance off the muscle of her flank. They cause enough of a connection to pull a grunt from Oceane's lips and a dull throb behind her barrel.
Attempting to ignore the distraction that is proof of Lilliana's first hit, the pegasi woman turns back toward her opponent and bounds forward to make up ground; she comes to the chestnut's shoulder before attempting to use the weight of her winged body to shove the other woman off balance, her head lowered to nip at the tender flesh of her foreleg ─ but not hard ─ because while she desires to learn, she doesn't want to injure someone who had done her no wrong.
@[Lilliana] @[star]
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And perhaps it does. But she has seen too much pain to want greatness for herself in that way, and regardless of her desire to keep herself distanced from war and bloodshed, the Loessian Lady knows full well that it is a reality of their world, and to be unprepared is to be the defeated. Thankfully, though, the opaline woman had happened upon someone who feels similarly; and while neither desire to stand here with the intent of inflicting damage, they know they must learn.
So she smiles kindly at Lilliana when the chestnut woman thanks her. "The things we must do in pursuit of knowledge..." she responds, gracefully dismissive, as the two mares take a few silent, pensive moments. Oceane considers the areas of her delicate body that Mchawi used to target: her forelegs, the fragile bones at the edges of her feathered wings, the soft flesh of her throat. The thought of these targets, of the narrow bones and warm flesh of Lilliana's legs and throat, draws discomfort through Oceane ─ but she must learn.
The Loessian jumps into a lazy lope at much the same moment her chestnut counterpart begins to circle; she tucks her iridescent muzzle to her chest to protect her throat much the same way she had done when Mchawi used to seek her out, and settles her bright amber eyes analytically on Lilliana's movements; when the chestnut woman adjust her weight, Oceane is tense and ready ─ despite the way she pivots away, her lavender hooves digging into the hard dirt beneath her, Lilliana's hooves glance off the muscle of her flank. They cause enough of a connection to pull a grunt from Oceane's lips and a dull throb behind her barrel.
Attempting to ignore the distraction that is proof of Lilliana's first hit, the pegasi woman turns back toward her opponent and bounds forward to make up ground; she comes to the chestnut's shoulder before attempting to use the weight of her winged body to shove the other woman off balance, her head lowered to nip at the tender flesh of her foreleg ─ but not hard ─ because while she desires to learn, she doesn't want to injure someone who had done her no wrong.
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neamrel / thedayofshadow
I.... did it??????
*sweats*
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by