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
summer beach party ♥ all young horses WITH PRIZES
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Hyaline was full of new faces - new, young faces - and for once the restless dreamer was more interested in staying home than exploring faraway kingdoms. She had a plan, and it really was pretty simple.
Warlight made sure to whisper in the right ears, and more importantly, she tried to keep the rumors out of more important ears.
“On the night of the full moon, us on the beach at sunset. Bring a friend if you want.”
Tonight was a night for the young and the untitled.
The sky is as dazzling as Will had hoped. Violet, fuchsia, and orange are splashed across its expanse as the sun sinks towards the horizon. Below her hooves, the sand still holds the heat of the summer day, but already a cool breeze is drifting off the mountains summits to dace along her dark top-line. Behind the cliffs to the east, the full moon’s crown can just be seen as it climbs into the indigo sky. Night has already set most of Beqanna, but the far (often lonely) edges of Hyaline witness to daylights dying brilliance as she dips into the sea.
Traveling swiftly Warlight canters beside her bother, finally coming to a halt when they have reached the perfect cove for the night's festivities.
“Think she’ll come?” Will asks over her shoulder to her brother, in a tone that implies this is only half a question and more than a little teasing, “you know, that girl I keep seeing you with.”
10-16-2018, 07:52 PM
Clayton Every Tape Has Two Sides
They have been through a crazy spring, enduring a bear attack, a death....and and incarnation? Whatever it was they experienced together she could not stop talking about bringing all the young equines together on the beach for a night of fun. He did not really enjoy being in a large group....but he would do anything for her, and he would be damned if he did not show up to this 'party'. The summer days were warm, but on this beautiful night the beach carried a breeze that offered relief. As he made his way to the beach he gazed upon the sky, the mix of colors intermingling and just barely able to see the start of the skies stars peering through. He presses forward, he wonders if he will see Tahti or Velk there tonight, he was comfortable around them so even if Warlight was busy with the others he would have them to talk to. She was such an extrovert, always excited to meet new equines and go on new adventures. He could pick a million reasons why he admired her, and that is just about all he did while making his trip down to the beach... It seemed like forever but he finally reached the beach, he could hear the chatter of others off in the distant. As he grows nearer to the chatter he can see a cove, it had a perfect view of the setting sun and was open enough to see everyone who would attend. He can see Warlight in his view and a smile tugs at his lips.... why does she make me feel this way he thinks to himself, an emotion he can not explain. He has always been fond of her but since last winter he finds himself having butterflies whenever he sees her, always wanting to be around her. Was it creepy? Did she think about him as much as he did? He shrugs to himself, thoughts he would have to put away for another time. As he grows nearer another equine is beside Warlight, the young colt was a dapple buckskin and he had a white patch on his belly just like Warlight. They had never met, but from the stories Clayton picks this one to be Rhaegor, one of her triplets...should he introduce himself? Or stand off and allow them to finish there conversation? It might be weird to just stand off to the side, so ultimately he decides to approach. Hi Warlight! His voice expressed the joy in seeing her, his gaze drifted to the colt and he dips his head to him Hello, I'm Clayton. Though he suspects the brother, he allows him the opportunity to introduce himself.
10-18-2018, 12:36 AM
where we break when our hearts are strong enough we can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood
10-19-2018, 09:33 PM
No one asks him if anyone will come.
Not a single friend or something more.
He tells himself he doesn’t mind because he doesn’t put himself out there. How could he since that night they snuck away to the lake? Just the three of them, together. Except that something had gone wrong the moment he’d hit the water and he’d fled from even his siblings.
Sviko kept to himself. Told himself Koko was a stupid nickname for a baby and he wasn’t a baby any more. He was all knees and nerves, and rarely left the corner of the cave they occupied no matter how hard they poked and prodded him to. They didn’t understand and he couldn’t expect them to. So he withdrew into himself.
Withdrew as much as he could since his brother had pestered him to no end about their sister’s party. Sviko felt a certain amount of obligation to at least attend even if for a brief moment before he could disappear, certain the neither sibling would care or even miss him. If not for that familial bond tugging at him, he wouldn’t have gone but he found himself going anyway.
The beach lies ahead, as do the bodies of Will and Rhae. He’s certain he’d recognize them even if he was blind - their bodies beckoned to his, and he inhaled the mix of tide and their particular scents. Will’s boyfriend was already there. So was the filly that she teased Rhae about endlessly. He felt like a third wheel and scuffed the sand with his hoof as he mutters hello to all of them.
The slits on his neck open and flutter. They know water is near and he feels an itch in his lungs to be beneath it where breathing there is almost as good as breathing air. He begins to drift towards the sea...
ooc: poopy but a start and I figured he’d be all angst over his newfound gills lol
10-20-2018, 04:32 PM
She flew low, staying close to the ground so that she could see what lied bellow better. It was the night of the full moon, just as she had heard, and so she searched from the skies for the location of the party. Whether the words were meant for her ears or not, she had caught wind of a party in Hyaline for horses her age. Naturally she decided to go, finally managing to bring herself to leave her home in Ischia, travel across the land and go somewhere new. Whether this was a good idea or not, she didn’t know. But she was looking forward to what might become of this night.
Finally she spotted a small group of younger horses, and confirmed they were about her age once she landed on the ground and got a closer look. ... And there she stood, motionless on the sands near the water’s edge as she began to realize just what it was she was about to do. Part of her felt nervous, so much so she was almost tempted to turn away before anyone else noticed her presence. Eifa wasn’t sure if she was ready for a party. Who knew what could happen. But that’s also what made it so exciting. She embraced the unknown as if it were her own mother. Besides, this would possibly be her only chance to go to a party. She could meet horses from other lands, make friends and quite possibly watch some drama, or cause some of her own. The very thought made her beam with excitement. There was no way she was going to pass up this opportunity. Without hesitation she trotted forward, flapping her wings slightly as a way to get attention from someone. And in case that didn’t work, she’d just have to approach someone. Stopping for a moment, she took in each and every youthful face. None of them looked familiar, and there was a hint of disappointment as she realized that she shouldn’t be surprised about that. For someone so open and friendly, she didn’t know very many horses. But a burst of determination quickly lifted her spirits as she decided that she wouldn’t let anything stop her. One way or another, she would make friends, and she’d make this a night to remember. Will, unlike her wiser brother, has no hesitation when it comes to theatrical eye-rolls. She lets one out now, to let him know exactly how she feels about keeping things mellow tonight, but it's followed by a playful nudge to his shoulder. "I know you don't mean it," she says although her brother rarely speaks unless he really means it. She hears her own name and turns to find just who she had been expecting. "Hey, Clayton," she says gives her brother a check from her slim hip before sliding up to the green-tinted boy. "This is Rhae," she adds for silent brother in the silence which follows. Realizing that this is as far as the brief introduction between the two colts is likely to go, Warlight seeks to draw the antlered boy's attention back to herself with a whisk of her tail against his hocks as Rhae steps away. The mountain trails are alive with the sounds of tumbling rocks and young horses on the move. Two fillies Will has only seen from a distance appear, clearly interested in getting to know her quiet twin. She looks back to Clayton out of the corner of her eye, watching to see if his wandering glace is tracing the lines of some other girls body before another pulls her attention away from him. "Sviko!" Springing into a trot Will crosses the sand, calling her brother by his preferred name in front of all these strangers. She halts once the water is lapping at her ankles, and her side comes to press against his own for a brief second. Suspecting that Clayton has followed, she tilts her head in his direction as she steps back. "This is Clayton, I don't think you guys have ever met." She doesn't mention the bear attack or the healing gashes on her shoulder, Koko would know. A black and white appaloosa yearling catches her eye and Warlight repositions herself to open up space in their little group, "Hey," she calls her dark sapphire eyes traveling across the other girl's painted skin. "Those are some cool wings." She pauses, hoping that is enough to lure the stranger close, her eyes sliding coyly to her brother to watch his reaction. She waits for the girl to respond, if she has anything to say, before looking back in her direction. "I'm Will, this is Clayton, and he's my brother, Sviko... he likes girls with wings," and to hide the obnoxious grin she knows is about to break free she gives Clayton a nip under the emerald cascade of his mane. Warlight Soul as sweet as blood red jam I vote we ignore posting order Will replied to Clayton Sviko and Eifa and assumed Ivy and Cherises had their sights set of Rhae EDIT: because I re-read that and it barley looked like english :|
10-24-2018, 08:31 PM
Kensa She has been invited by some younger person or other. Despite having crossed over into adulthood she still counts among the young and is usually in the company of others very close to her own age and younger. The trip to the beach where they are to gather is one she has made before on her own. She had hoped to run into Rhaegor, Litotes, or another of her friends on the way to the beach but she ends up arriving alone to find a small group loosely collecting. She recognizes Rhaegor and his siblings though she has not met the other colt or filly yet. Clayton too is a familiar face. A mare her age stands apart a little, while Rhaegor’s sister charms and introduces all around those already here. Kensa think’s she’ll probably like the antlered filly. As she descends toward the beach she watches a little roan girl brush her muzzle over the angle of Rhagor’s shoulder, a burr of curiosity--who is that then?--settles under her skin but she does not head directly for her buckskin friend. i'm burning like a fire gone wild on saturday I thought I'd have Kensa gather up Ivy and come on over, but if Ivy doesn't want to be drug along we will understand. Just thought she'd be the type to pull her in. <3 |
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