bottom of the deep blue sea; spink pony

[Isobell]

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isobell

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She does not fear what lies beyond the salted rim of Nerine. The salt air tangled the growing length of her young mane, toying and whispering promises of what lay along distance of her home. The kingdom by the sea, ruled by her mother, glittering and strong. The young girl can only fathom the strength that pulsed through corded muscles and thickened blooded veins. Nayl wears the crown with squared shoulders and clamped iron fist. The queen of sea and land. Isobell can only admire the her mother with wild silver eyes, her small mouth tight as she mimics the woman's gestures.

But now the girl is drawn away. Leggy and thin, the black and white yearling is moving with well placed steps, moving like a dandelion fluff on a dying summer's last breath. The grass here was brittle and breaking against the thinness of her rib cage. Her heart pulsates with hot blood as she dares to see the meadow without her brother or mother. They would chastise her later, she is sure, but the beckon of foreign lands makes her throat dry and her pulse race.

Horses mingle together, coming close with bated breathes, their voices in hushed whispers that she can not hear. The girl child is far too young to interpret their actions so she instead avoids the heat of their lustful tongues and chooses a small area in the meadow to simply watch how the crisp air rattles the dry grasses like sun bleached bones.

i'll wait for you at the bottom of the deep blue sea

[Taren]

taren

you're a real firecracker, aren't you sparky?

Taren has once again run away from his mother. Demanding milkies, he fills his belly and runs away from the beach as fast as his tiny little shaking peen can manage him. He hates the beach. He has spent his time blowing up as much of the beach as often as he finds it possible. Anything that can get in his tiny little man draws' is not something he ever wants to imagine. And, with what was left of his memories as Ashley, he finds himself stretching out before the land, following the rivers south until he came to the Meadow. The grasses here are much more to his liking, with no sand in sight.

At least they would be if he were still a grown-up. As it stands, the grasses are now approaching the harvest and the heads of which are taller than he is--having just been exploded out of a magical cannon and all... and he finds that, despite enjoying that there was no sand, he was not able to enjoy the grass. Which pissed him off as much as ever. "Fuck fuck fuckity duck."

He keeps muttering to himself this way until he comes across a pretty girl. More like... runs into her. He's not paying attention and, with little care, the little obsidian colored boy with the shock yellow hair positively mows over the girl, knocking them both into the dirt. She's a pretty thing, and in his embarrasment, he finds that he cannot control his lightning... the static shocks them both with a blue aura, and he shrieks, clamping his small tail over his behind as he struggles to get off of her. But while he does so....

the sand that comes off of her in droves drives him crazy.

"You're from the place with all the sand. You're from Nerine!"

Smooth, Taren. Real smooth.

[Isobell]

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isobell

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She had just been able to taste the cold that hesitated around her, crisp and clean. The blazing colors of fall mesmerized her silver eyes so she was almost enchanted before a boy rudely plows into her, sweeping the two tones limbs out from under her body and to add further insult to -literal- injury, he shocks her! "Yowl!" The girl squeals more so from surprise than pain. She is a mess of black and white and blue lightening as the boy clumsily scrambles away, Isobell was not opposed to this.

She teeters to find her legs but the boy his much quicker. There is ugly malice in his voice as she screeches that she is from Nerine with such distaste that the young girl sees blinding white. "Yes I am." She quips as she finds her legs, standing and facing the dark storm cloud of a boy, sniffing the air about them, eyes narrowing as her young brow furrows."You smell like Nerine too. Who are you?" Isobell asks as she unlaces the small points of her ears from her skull, curiosity crossing her features.

The girl does not move from her small plot, rotted and still as she tries to channel what her mother would do in this situation. Who was this boy? What had just zapped her? Isobell's skin still prickled with the shock but she paid it no mind. Mercury filled eyes watch the other as she awaits a reply.

i'll wait for you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea