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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    you've never seen my horizon.
    #2

    resurrect the saint within the wretch

    Though he is the Watcher, he does not see the brothers coming. His ability only shows him destruction and ruin, not the arrival of two reptilian stallions.

    The horned pegasus had been out at sea, returning from a flight out towards Islandres and Ischia, when the deep blue of his eyes capture their shapes across the horizon. They came from the east, as many do, and there is a visible sharpness that comes to his pale expression. Either word travels exceptionally fast within Beqanna or perhaps these visitors could see into the future as he does. With a toss of his head and barely a movement from his outspread wings, he pivots through the smoky Tephran air to meet them where they land.

    The duo are only given a few moments alone before the overo stallion lands solidly before them at the base of the volcano. The great white of his wings flap once and then twice, ensuring his balance as well as to settle any of the feathers that had come out of place in his landing before they fold casually into his sides. The two were creatures that Warden has never seen the likes of (he doesn’t mean to avoid the milky white eye, but it reminds him too much of his own), but it does not keep him from venturing closer. Warden takes a few good strides towards them, the glittering navy of his jeweled chest sparkling with the movement of his sure steps.

    “Welcome,” he tells them, his voice sincere in the greeting but there is a question that lingers within it. He halts, turning his horned head towards the darker stallion and lingering on him thoughtfully before the cat-like sweeping of the other’s spiked tail draws his attention back again. “I can only assume you both are not here merely for a visit.” There is a hint of a smile on his pale lips - maybe - but it quickly diminishes into the same neutral face they had first been greeted with.

    “I’m Warden, the King.” The words felt unfamiliar on his lips and almost even misplaced, but he does not let that uncertainty show on the hard planes of his ivory face.

    Warden



    @[yadigar]


    Messages In This Thread
    you've never seen my horizon. - by yadigar - 11-17-2020, 09:36 PM
    RE: you've never seen my horizon. - by Warden - 11-20-2020, 08:20 PM
    RE: you've never seen my horizon. - by yadigar - 11-29-2020, 06:10 PM
    RE: you've never seen my horizon. - by Warden - 12-11-2020, 08:17 PM
    RE: you've never seen my horizon. - by yadigar - 12-21-2020, 11:32 PM
    RE: you've never seen my horizon. - by Warden - 12-29-2020, 12:28 PM



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