09-07-2016, 04:45 PM
You have got to be freaking kidding.... You're not, are you? Oh, just perfect. You're not.
Alright, so imagine you've had a few drinks. You already know you're not hard to look at, but with the alcohol setting in, you really know it. Without those drinks, you may not have had the courage to approach somebody attractive. You might have wanted to, even given yourself a pep-talk about it, but you still probably wouldn't. But with the help of some good whiskey, not only do you want to, you get yourself out there and you do it! What do you have to lose? Forget the fact that you don't know what to say, it won't matter in the end. You get the girl or you don't. And you want her, with every fiber, even though you don't know her name. May not remember her name. Hell, when he was done, she probably wouldn't remember his name either.
That was where he'd been in the moments before Beqanna had her way with the land and the magics. He was somewhere between lightly blitzed and incoherent with a female, trying to woo her with his ability and some Irish woo-ing song. She had been cautious of him at first, but curious of what he could offer, and been willing to give it a try. Reilly was a mischievous one, but a charmer- not a rapist. He sang to her and she swayed to his rhythm. He danced with her, and they laughed when they tripped and stumbled against each other. Just having a grand ol' time.
And then some kind of light swept over the land and for a moment he was both deaf and blind. The light seeped into and out of his very being, and when it let up, it took more with it than light. He swaggered from the effect which left him feeling very heavy, tired, and his head pounding. "Wha' tha bluidy hell was that?!!" It took him only moments to figure out what'd happened, especially as he would have taken another dose of his own special medicine to drown out all the unpleasantness. But draw as he might, it wouldn't come. Ack, he hadn't been this sober since... well since before his puberty had set in and he'd discovered his abilities. Fucking hell, was the world always this bright? Aqua eyes squinted against the sunlight as it reflected off the snowy meadow and pond before him. Nearby, a bird in a tree sang a song so loud and high-pitched the pale, red-headed stallion thought his eardrums might burst. Pinning his ears to his neck and shaking out his aching skull, he flicked his long tail in annoyance and stepped toward the water, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the raging fire burning the back of his throat. It did, a little, and although his body greatly appreciated the hydration, the taste of it was much more.. bland than he remembered it being in the past.
Somewhere in all the mess, the massive brute had forgotten about his female companion. Trying to ignore the throb of his head, he swung his ass around to look for her. Alas, she was nowhere in sight. Reilly huffed, but shrugged a heavy shoulder. He might have run away too, but he was in no shape to do that at this moment. That damned bird had followed him, sitting on the branch of a tree closer to him, singing its song as though mocking him. Glaring up at it, he struck out at the trunk, satisfied when it shuddered as a result. The bird, some kind of robin, had quieted for only a second before chittering off again. "Aren't ye s'posed to go south for the winter?" Lashing his white and red-streaked tail against his hide once more, Reilly lumbered away from the tree. Oh, his head. What to do now?
Alright, so imagine you've had a few drinks. You already know you're not hard to look at, but with the alcohol setting in, you really know it. Without those drinks, you may not have had the courage to approach somebody attractive. You might have wanted to, even given yourself a pep-talk about it, but you still probably wouldn't. But with the help of some good whiskey, not only do you want to, you get yourself out there and you do it! What do you have to lose? Forget the fact that you don't know what to say, it won't matter in the end. You get the girl or you don't. And you want her, with every fiber, even though you don't know her name. May not remember her name. Hell, when he was done, she probably wouldn't remember his name either.
That was where he'd been in the moments before Beqanna had her way with the land and the magics. He was somewhere between lightly blitzed and incoherent with a female, trying to woo her with his ability and some Irish woo-ing song. She had been cautious of him at first, but curious of what he could offer, and been willing to give it a try. Reilly was a mischievous one, but a charmer- not a rapist. He sang to her and she swayed to his rhythm. He danced with her, and they laughed when they tripped and stumbled against each other. Just having a grand ol' time.
And then some kind of light swept over the land and for a moment he was both deaf and blind. The light seeped into and out of his very being, and when it let up, it took more with it than light. He swaggered from the effect which left him feeling very heavy, tired, and his head pounding. "Wha' tha bluidy hell was that?!!" It took him only moments to figure out what'd happened, especially as he would have taken another dose of his own special medicine to drown out all the unpleasantness. But draw as he might, it wouldn't come. Ack, he hadn't been this sober since... well since before his puberty had set in and he'd discovered his abilities. Fucking hell, was the world always this bright? Aqua eyes squinted against the sunlight as it reflected off the snowy meadow and pond before him. Nearby, a bird in a tree sang a song so loud and high-pitched the pale, red-headed stallion thought his eardrums might burst. Pinning his ears to his neck and shaking out his aching skull, he flicked his long tail in annoyance and stepped toward the water, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the raging fire burning the back of his throat. It did, a little, and although his body greatly appreciated the hydration, the taste of it was much more.. bland than he remembered it being in the past.
Somewhere in all the mess, the massive brute had forgotten about his female companion. Trying to ignore the throb of his head, he swung his ass around to look for her. Alas, she was nowhere in sight. Reilly huffed, but shrugged a heavy shoulder. He might have run away too, but he was in no shape to do that at this moment. That damned bird had followed him, sitting on the branch of a tree closer to him, singing its song as though mocking him. Glaring up at it, he struck out at the trunk, satisfied when it shuddered as a result. The bird, some kind of robin, had quieted for only a second before chittering off again. "Aren't ye s'posed to go south for the winter?" Lashing his white and red-streaked tail against his hide once more, Reilly lumbered away from the tree. Oh, his head. What to do now?
