..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Ebonite femme caresses the chalk white earth, appendages of onyx hue dance in a fluid motion. Ribbons of ebony flow and tangle in the frosty air. Oculus of sapphire scan the area, fluttering velveteens inhale, breathing in the halcyon backdrop. Personage lifts to the sky while her diadem swings to and fro matching the femme's graceful action.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
Damsel's ivories bare, snapping at the air as she inhales the aroma of other equids. Appendages dance an enigmatic dance of sinewy amaze, across the topography. Her daggers fall in the deep with underneath her as damsel goes into the heart of the field, vocals chords ring in a singsong of vibrancy.
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
There comes a time in a man's life when he returns to the scene of his crime; or birth, it's the same sort of thing. Amnesia never wanted the stain upon earth that was Nier, she never wanted the demon spawn that lurked and wouldn't leave. But here he was, his silver body materialising and disappearing, over and over. Invisibilty never for old, same old party trick that was willing to scare off the masses that knew nought of Beqanna's Magic. It just so happened that he trod on that vein of magic, or well, his mother had.
Nier was smooth, his alabaster pelt shimmering almost against the White meadow, his dark eyes narrowing, watching. He was born in this land, as was most of his siblings. He wondered him his mother still lurked in the background, like some broken ornament on the shelf no one wants but picks up all the time. He snorted. His dark wings ruffling by his grey sides as he hovered along, nostrils puffing gently, taking in the smells. Women, women everywhere.
He is cool as a cucumber, lazy like the sloth demon. He lived to terrorise, but found it too much work sometimes. He liked easy prey. And looked like he found some. Prey. Kitten. Lady. He didn't know what to call her but he saw her black shimmer against the stark white. He watched as he bobbed along, wings lazily moving his mass along.
What would be entirely different? He couldn't care about the kingdoms. He heard about them on the grapevines. Too much work. Too many busybidies... What about a herd? Could the sloth demon cope with a herd of fawning women? The thought interested him as he glided along. Oh he was quite handsome, rugged and smooth, he could attract the fair, perhaps even his own gender if it came to it, but he didn't care. Not much sparked him, maybe this would. He strolled closer to the onyx lady and then bobbed onto the ground.
"Hello, Pet." he purrs, his voice anything the ladies wanted. A brilliant actor the demon was.
"Care for some company?
n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
The winged invisible sloth demon
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Raven tresses dance upon her nape as she skits sidewards, forwards, backwards. A dancer's movement of pure grace and elegance. Curvatured dial turns, dipped cranium lowering as she brushes her velveteen across the white beneath. Lipping at emeraldine blades that stick up out of the milky grain. Cobalt orbs watch out and spot the masculine stud as he moves near. She gasps at his appearance. He has things growing out of his bodice, large feathers. His voice connects with her pinnae and she dips her dial.
Hello stranger.
Honey lace falls from her her kissers as she smirks, plume gliding over her obsidian haunches, tantalising the stud with a flutter of her lashes.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
Damsel's ivories snap, coating the frost air with plumes of her honeyed breath as she dances on her appendages, across the topography before the stud, gliding, smooth.
If it's yours.
Whispers of lace fall from her velvets as she looks up at him with cerulean orbs.
I'm dubbed MorningStar. What do they call you?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
There comes a time in a man's life when just being s vagabond doesn't cut it. Like they say to children in school. What do you want to be when you grow up? Where do you see your life in several years time? Nier would be the kid in the back of the class, chewing gum and staring out of the window. Things cane easy for him. He was a looker, he had charm that could dazzle the blindest of maidens. And when in doubt just go poof. Girls like that. Nier watches the mare and her demonstration. Leggy little thing likes to dance? Then so be it.
The grey stallion arches his neck and outstretches his wings, long and feathery they bend and bow. He looks like a cobra, ready to strike, dazzle the prey and then snap. He is coy for now, playing, toying. Idle little playthings, sort of like voodoo dolls but the actual thing. He wondered what would happen if he stuck pins in her? Do pretty little things bleed gold?
"Lovely little thing. Shouldn't be out in the cold." he purrs again and glides over, closer, closing in on her. He outstretches his nuzzle to gently tap her side, a nudge, telling, showing.
"MorningStar... The brightest fallen star. Are you waiting for someone to catch you? his tone is even, smooth and fluid. He is black velvet when he wants to be and its working. Like pliable clay in his fingertips.
"They call me many things, Pet. But you, you can call me Nier.
n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
The winged invisible sloth demon
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Ivory terra firma flies about her as she moves, never stopping in her sashay, her whimsical dance. Orbs watch the stud careful and deliberate. He has wings. Marvellous, gigantic wings. An angel with the devil's eyes and words. Femme fatale was waiting for him to say something, anything. She just wanted to dance under his spell, his words. But she, she would get him to dance with her and she does. As she moves he does, his ivory wings transfixing her to him.
Alas. No herd. No family. No home.
Lady of darkness whispers with a smirk, a glint in her cerulean orbs of wonder and mesmerise. angsty inside at the sadness she does not let it betray her. she will dance, she will dazzle the stud with her elegance and she will win him.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
If you're the one right there waiting... You could catch me.
Her velvets part and more honey and lace fall out and she nods her arabesque crown and slinks closer, flicking her plume over his side she squelches in the snow and she answers him again.
If you can.
He utters his words, he calls her pet and she finds it like the snowflakes touching her bodice with butterfly kisses. Slow and deliberate and kindly enticing.
Nier. Master Nier, I'm certain you enchant all the ladies.
Her lashes are like butterflies against her facade as she moves closer, appendages dancing like the grounds in inferno.
Or am I the lucky one today?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
Nier had not had to work too hard with this one. She was like black Magic on a well lit night, you could see every little flaw, the back hand of the magician. But the demon could not complain. It was s little excitement in his boring life. Playing, enticing. Pulling a string and attaching it to her heart like a fish hook. Little did she know. Little did the ebony girl know.
"Such a shame to see you all alone. The nights are cold, the predators plenty. What say I keep you company?" A little lure, a shiny coin tons magpie. She'd be his and he'd be her company, for a while. After all, a sloth demon has needs and one of them was craving touch. The feminine charm. He arched his neck, extended his nuzzle and breathed her in deeply. She smelt of snow, she smelt new. Shiny new objects attracted unwanted attention. He gave a quick glance around the field, when he was happy no one was nearing them he closed in. Slinky and cool, he rubbed against her once, a playful nip towards her shoulder.
"Master Nier... he liked it. It had a silver tone, a gratifying snap to it. He couldn't help but grin. He liked this MorningStar. She has a little bit of sass, a little bit of quirk.
"What say you, Pet? Do you care to join me. What fun we could have.." he purred again this time close to her ear. A secret shared, an illicit code between the two of them. He could see some fun, some excitement brightening his boring day, his dull life. But first, first he needed to whisk her away from the preying eyes of others. He needed somewhere secluded. In fact the steed needed a herd.
Nier recalled the vacant lands as he past through Beqanna on his return. He'd show her if she wanted and she could pick. Charm the little mare so much, she'd do anything. Well that was his intention.,,
n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
The winged invisible sloth demon
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Pinnae twitch like twin dials as she dips her head low, inward to her conceived chest, she breathes deep inhaling his sweet musky aroma. Remembering him. Storing him in her memory. She liked him. Handsome as handsome. Femme was a little shallow but there was no point in having a companion she didn't like. He spoke tales of whimsy and adventure. She liked it, she liked him. Orbs of azure watch and blink, fluttering butterfly lids.
I would love your company. 't'would be an honour.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
His touch sends shivers down every inch of her onyx tower. He called her pet, she liked it. It made her insides swell, it made her pepper with delight, with want. As he nudges her, blows gently in her audits, she squeals. Gently and small.
Master Nier. Would be my pleasure.
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
OOC: If you want to continue, I've written a brief post in Gemstone Ridge 
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