"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
It felt good to breath in the frozen air of a forest she found so intimately familiar. Many walks had been taken through these naked trees with no company but her own thoughts. The salmon and cocoa mare finds the quiet pleasing after the scurry of hooves from horses seeking a future, security. The once queen now moves along with no agenda and no destination. Kreios had thankfully lifted the burden from her own shoulders to his own. The tall, spotted male that still held a kingly air about him. He would always hold that aura.
A sliver of a smile touches the edges of her lips as she thinks of him and soon her thoughts drift over the beautiful faces of their children, each encompassing the very best of their parents. But in the midst of this all, Kreios had found a way to tug Ygritte back to him, floating against the current and holding her close. Ygritte wonders where the stallion was off to.
He was like a caged bird that she fought to keep. He desired her, kept her close, but Ygritte felt that what she gave was not enough. The woman desired to be caressed, stroked like a fire, to burn brightly against him. She missed the tenderness of affection, the whisper of sweet words with sly glances.
A huff follows in a small frozen plume of air as amber pools gaze over the vastness of her frozen forest. The wildflowers she loved so much were gone. The trees stood like poorly trained soldiers attempting to hold the fortress. Trouble crossed her delicate features as she shook the thoughts from her head. Now was not the time to fret over trivial things she could not control. Instead the woman walks, loosing herself against the light flakes of a winter snowfall.
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09-08-2016, 11:40 PM (This post was last modified: 09-09-2016, 02:03 AM by Set.)
" There's a black bird perched outside my window, I hear him calling. I hear him sing. He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers. He sees all my sins. He reads my soul. "
They won't know him anymore.
Not many of them, at least.
The Beqanna he had returned to - the Chamber he had returned to - ... it is a different place. He could be angry that the fickle land had promptly stripped him of his magic, hard won in battle so long ago. He could be furious that no longer can he shape the world to his every whim ... But somehow he cannot muster the emotions required. He pauses, scratching a shoulder on the rough bark of a pine, stripped of its lower branches by some creature before him. His gaze is shrewd, searching the snow-dampened forest for signs of life. A small bird forages among the exposed roots of another evergreen, picking through what pinecones the squirrels had missed. Such a simple life. He sighs heavily, exhaling through his nose, his breath rising in a thin vapor, bustled quickly away by a shift in the wind. Salomea had left them first, hounded by Niklas' hellcreatures. The demon had eventually peeled off from their group as well, muttering something about the Valley, though no such thing exists anymore. Perhaps forever. Father and daughter had chosen to return to their birthplace but that, too, was gone and so they had drifted, like so many bits of flotsam caught on a wayward swell ...
The soft crunch of hooves in the snow draws his attention outward, yellow eyes shuttered briefly behind mismatched lids. He reaches for his magic without really considering it, clutching instinctively when it does not answer his call, a moment of frustration flaring in his gut before he remembers. It's gone. One corner of his mouth twists up in a wry grin - it would take some getting used to, this fitting back into his old skin. At least his immortality seemed to have remained intact, his physical shape no older than it had been when he'd won the alliance and magic had infused his bones. Snorting softly, spurred to motion, he darts down the path, intent on cutting her off. Muscle long used to physical exertion stretches and pulls, his steps surefooted and fleet beneath him - regardless of his magical capabilities, the piebald was always well-conditioned. Ducking a snow covered bough, he gallops up behind her, her salmon-colored tail a beacon in the bleak browns and whites of winter. Laughing, yellow eyes glinting, fully expecting to have startled the contemplative mare, he shifts his weight to his haunches at the last moment, dodging around her to avoid collision, a spray of slushy snow flung in his wake. Breathing hard, he circles up and around a small copse of trees, doubling back and sliding to a halt next to her - wherever that might be. Cheekily, a pink-snipped muzzle stretches out to give her the briefest of touches on the shoulder.
"You're it."
And he's off again, his throaty laughter hanging in the air.
09-09-2016, 11:16 AM (This post was last modified: 09-12-2016, 09:16 PM by Münfaede.)
Münfaede
When the dawn comes...
Precise hooves sledged through wet mush, lunar white figure glaring like a beacon within the darkened forest though it was still daylight beyond. She knew it was day, because she was still here.
The snow beneath her feet was an all-new experience. Her last "homeland" -though she would never truly have a home- never saw any season save for a perfect Spring, held in place by the magic of unicorns. Similar blood hummed through her veins, forever out of grasp, useless and untouchable. But she could feel it, could nearly smell it. And anyone with real power probably could too.
Which was only a hint to why she could never remain in one place too long. She was on the run. Always moving. Like a ghost she was there, and then she wasn't. It had to be this way.
Her heart clutched in fear at the sound of thundering hooves, and like a hare she froze, eyes wide. Cowering behind trees did her no good, for she nearly glowed in contrast, but it never stopped her from trying.
She gasped quietly when she saw him, clamping her mouth shut as he tore through the forest. Big, black, and agile. Her heart raced. She nearly thought it was him, but the telltale splashes of white marked the truth.
She watched him race up to a mare. She thought maybe he was aggressive and she flinched, but he just tapped at the female then ran off in another direction. Sliding further behind a tree and peering out with one eye, she studied the mare. She'd seen colorful horses, of course, but none quite like this one.
The woman was like milk chocolate, raspberry tipped, soft and delectable. A rare treat with sweet elegance to complement it all. She perceived her as wise, as if she'd seen love and loss in her life already though she looked so young and alive.
Münfaede approached carefully, peering out cautiously for the stallion. "Did that hurt?" she whispered to her, not at all sure what she planned on doing if he came back and truly was aggressive. Her forelock hung over her face, loose and messy. She no doubt looked a bit wild, living about on her own so long with no one to help groom her. Her figure could be regarded as rather thin as well, but never mistake her for helpless.
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Amber gaze is fixated upon the small creatures that dared to scurry during the winter. Little souls driven by basic necessities of food or water. They braved the elements to gorge themselves on the tender root of frozen vegetation or dig up stashes made during the fire of autumn. But the small rodents and birds freeze in fear and Ygritte looks puzzled till he is practically upon her. In a blur of contrasting white and black, like snow atop the mountain and a drumming of heavy hooves, rolling like thunder.
In the instant as the woman is looking over her finely formed haunches, he is already passed. He. The scent is strongly masculine and and dominate. Ygritte could not mistaken it for any other way, yet as he touches her, the caress is surprisingly gentle and delicate on her shoulder. She should have cried out in surprise if she were any other but instead the woman simply laughs! It tolls like silver bells as the words, 'Tag, you're it', follow after the stallion.
The laughter quiets rather quickly when a snowy mare approaches Ygritte. Her eyes are large and glassy (like doe's eyes) they are haunted, cautious as she whispers if Ygritte is hurt. Where had this mare been? She had appeared out of nowhere. "No, no, join us!" There is a girlish delight in her usual serious tones. Honey pools peer outward, shaking the splatter of snow left in the stallion's wake before her own nails dig against the soil, find purchase, and she is launching after him.
The former queen does not know his name (though she would if he had spoken it) but she revels in the carefree fun that he has conjured up. She would gladly accept any distraction from the recent shock of changes. A playful war cry whinnies from her lips, obviously this was a game, but still it produced itself anyway.
Pink-orange limbs grip against the frozen mud and decaying leaves as the mare pursues him. He is a bit taller, well versed in the ways of the forest. Ygritte wishes she still could manipulate the plant life to trap him but most of her life she had spent like every day normal equines. Over downed trees, through thorny bushes, down slick paths and sometimes to no path at all, she chases him down.
Now it could be debatable, perhaps he slowed for her or she suddenly found a second wind but she is in reach of of his hindquarters after some spent energy, the coral hued muzzle bumps against him. Another laugh follows as she breathes heavily before managing- "You're...it!" Amber pools look for the white mare, hoping she hadn't been frightened off. With the hammer of her heart in her ears and practiced movements, the woman in peeling away to the left of the male, her eyes are wide, excited and she laughs and lets the cold wind burn her lungs and tangle her mane.
09-12-2016, 09:12 PM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2016, 09:41 AM by Set.)
" There's a black bird perched outside my window, I hear him calling. I hear him sing. He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers. He sees all my sins. He reads my soul. "
Her laughter follows him into the snow-covered forest, the echo of it tinkling like icicles striking one another. Flakes of the white stuff still fall gently from the sky, sticking to his lashes, drawn now and again into his lungs with heaving breaths. He is not as fit as he thought he was, arrogance and confidence in his past prowess perhaps undermining reality. Chuckling, he spins away from the smooth deception of a snow-covered pond, long limbs twisting underneath him, impossibly agile as he clears a fallen tree. Just as suddenly as he'd started, he stops, dark haunches tucking beneath him, hocks disappearing into a drift of snow as he jolts to a halt. He cannot hear her anymore, only the gentle murmur of voices. It's been a long time - decades, centuries, perhaps - since the piebald found himself lost in matters that did not matter. It's a freeing feeling, this cold nakedness, this return to what he once was. The child his mother had been - can be - proud of ...
Shaking away the ache that thoughts of Starlace always bring, he wheels back in the direction he had come, his mouth twisted in a wide grin.
He ducks into the thick copse he'd rounded earlier, where the trees are so close together he must concentrate on slipping through them, sides grasped by bark and bough alike. The sodden earth shudders with every stride, the thick mat of pine needles and dead leaves holding the ice and snow at bay, here where the evergreens shelter the forest floor. The trunks of the trees flash by as he twists and turns around them, muscles burning brilliantly. He can hear her coming, ears ringing with her playful war cry and with a shout of raspy laughter he streaks in front of her, just a hairsbreadth out of reach. His skunk tail whipping smartly, he stretches his neck out, the sunset-stamped mare hot on his heels.
He can feel himself tiring, his second wind flagging. He does not know how long she chases him, doggedly refusing to give up her pursuit, catching every grin and taunting word he throws back at her. It is a second, maybe two, later that she touches him, a brush of her satin muscle on bunched hindquarters. The contact sends a jolt through his gut and he stumbles, the rotting vegetation beneath him gives way and he slips, grunting with the effort it takes to regain his balance. Sides heaving, gold meets amber, his wild grin matching her breathless one. The touch had unsettled him but the emotion is well-hidden, unnoticed as she peels away, her now-familiar fragrance hung heavily in the air as she charges upwind.
Their merry chase brings them back, near the spot where they had first met - a spot, unbeknownst to him now, that he will never forget. He had almost reached her a handful of times; could have if he were being honest, but in light of being honest, he rather enjoyed the view from behind. Chest flecked with foam, dead leaves, and slush, he jerks to a halt near the porcelain mare, momentarily distracted from his chase.
"No, no, join us," the chocolatey mare exclaims, her eyes alight with excitement. Münfaede ducks away as the woman takes off in chase of the male. There's something about this dance they play, a marriage of joy and danger. It was all so foreign to the milky young mare, and she was not at all comfortable with it. Even as a child she had been on the run. There were no memories of friends and adventures. This was not the place for her.
Nowhere was.
She hesitated only a moment as their game pulled them away from her, and began making her swift exit. The other woman was grown, and could decide for herself if she were in danger. There was nothing more Münfaede could do for her, as if she had even done anything at all thus far.
She was nearly free of this odd encounter, when they returned and the male stopped uncomfortably close to her. Despite her quickened heartbeat, she held solid. The only evidence of her discomfort and fear of him was a slow step away from his nearness, her silver-gray eyes never leaving him. Outwardly calm, her manner belied the terror shaking her core from within.
"You look terrible", he states matter-of-factly. She had no reaction to this, and so did not comment. The truth was not hurtful; it was obvious she was not as well-groomed and cared for as they were. It was all part and parcel of her life, and was a non-issue with her. She did not care how she was regarded, for someone seeing her was as rare as spotting the divine unicorns of her birthplace. An odd little irony that she would be as uncommon as they, the very cause of her birth and the future end to her life.
She remains silent, sparing a fleeting glance to the mare, then holding her gaze on the formidable male. Another careful retreating step snapped twigs beneath her hooves. When she felt she was a safe distance away, she turned heel and left them swiftly, not a single hair of her thick forelock out of place obscuring the telltale scar on her face.
ooc: no need to respond to her directly. I feel she will only disrupt/distract from the flow of the thread so I am removing her : Feel free to pm me at any time if you are interested in threading with her in the future <3
09-22-2016, 03:38 PM (This post was last modified: 09-22-2016, 03:53 PM by Ygritte.)
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The chocolate coated frame of the woman pushes with the two toned male, teasing the the trees, the air, Beqanna herself. Her chest heaves deeply as a smile brilliantly exudes from her lips when she finally pulls to a halt along his shoulder with a playful nudge of the salmon lips. Amber pools brightly glint as she fights to laugh and breath all at once. She felt her bones elongate, her spirit soar. It had felt like so long since she had been so weightless. Attention flickers to the stallion then to the mare but the other is bulking...retreating to to somewhere or some place. Ygritte's features darken with concern, a slow drawn breath taken to rein her wild heart back.
Ygritte does not like that the stallion had made the comment, wondering why it forced the pale mare away. Did they know one another? Had Ygritte spurred a scorn woman? She shifts her weight from one finely muscled hip to the other. "Did you know her?" The former queen did not have hesitation on her tongue but she speaks gently to the stallion. Her eyes remain held firm to him yet her brows collect as blatant concern darkens her features. Ygritte looks at him like with such genuine emotions that one would think they have known each other forever. She allows 'saw' who was in front of her. Never did the mare treat others absentmindedly or without consciousness. All horses, no matter from what walk of earth' deserved to be see and treated equally in her eyes. Ygritte's perpetrating gaze remains on the ebony and ivory spattered stallion as she awaits his reply, her skull lifting but drawn close to the breast as she holds the conversation between them.
But perhaps the mare is too forward. Perhaps she should rein in that curious tongue of hers. With a darting gaze, follows her quick change of subjects. "I'm Ygritte..." Her tones lift as she shakes the cobwebs from her thoughts and throat. "...and that was certainly a fun chase." She can not help but laugh softly against the soft press of wind that ruffles her mane. "What's your name?" The mare quips with a small crooked smile. Her honey hued pools move to look at her companion as he is at her side. She watches how the white flows into the black of his skin, the scars encompassed like tiny mountain ranges and mismatched valleys. Lobes are trained forward despite her wavering gaze but she catches herself, embarrassed (and blushing if horses could) for having allowed her eyes to fluttered over him like the wings of a butterfly.
Ygritte.
@[Set] Sorry this took so long! It's been a hectic week! Hopefully you haven't loss muse for these two
Ygritte
Set
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