[private] burning cities and napalm skies; irisa

[Tarnished]

burning cities and napalm skies,
fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
Nish made a promise to Sabbath and he intends to keep it.
However…

It doesn’t change the fact that during mating season, he’d had one very strange sexual encounter with an eagle while he was shifted, another with a mare whose name he doesn’t quite recall. Nor does it change the fact that he feels obligated to protect his children. Even the unwanted ones.

Blink is the mare’s name, maybe. Or something. He scrunches up his face, cocking his head to one side as he struggles to remember; honestly, his search would go a lot smoother if he could remember her damn name. Save himself some time. After all, after he finds the mare and ensures she’s taking proper care of his bastard foal, he’s going to have to shift and search every eagle nest from here to Kingdom Come to make sure the bird is also taking care of his bastard hatchling.

Nish cringes at the last thought, wondering what sort of unfortunate creature came from that particularly bizarre coupling or if it even survived.

As always, The Meadow is the perfect place to begin any search and he slips out one evening while Sabbath is busy tending to the twins. It’s just his luck that when he arrives, a thunderstorm is brewing up above him and there is next to no one to question about the whereabouts of a palomino paint with a shimmering mane and tail. There is, however, a most peculiar-looking mare standing alone in the center of it all whom catches his eye.

When the lightning strikes, a colorful shine flashes across her white body. He studies her wings the most, fascinated, and doesn’t quite realize how close he’s gotten to her until he is nearly reaching out to touch her feathers. Snorting, Nish jerks his head up and stares down at her coldly. “Have you seen a palomino paint with a shiny mane and tail around here anywhere?” He asks, secretly hoping she hasn’t so he does not need to continue the conversation and can go on about his way.

There’s something terribly familiar about her, he realizes. Something that reminds him of… someone, though it physically hurts him to try to remember and he recoils several paces back when a burning sensation lights up around his neck. It almost feels as if something is trying to rip his head off.

“Stop that,” he hisses, clenching his sharp teeth.
careful creature, made friends with time
he left her lonely with a diamond mind

@[Cassi] His trait immunity is weak when he feels safe, so we can pretend this is a dream or anything you want. I'll post to Cordis after this thread. Edit: I really, really need to start proofreading things again.

[irisa]

and the walls kept tumbling down
in this city that we love

Irisa’s history is a rich one, but ultimately, she was raised in a lie.
For years, she was kept impossibly young, kept in a fantastical world where flowers grew as big as she was, where you could ride atop birds of all colors, where the world bent and conformed to every whim. She knew only sunlight, only brightness – nothing of storms. Nothing of the world that existed outside of the dreamscape – the prison.
Nothing of storms and lightning strikes.
The realization of it had been harsh, and she still has not forgiven her mother (oh, she does worry about her still, she has not seen or heard from her, and it is Irisa, now, who has the ability to shape dreams). She had been thrust into this world, where there was darkness and danger aplenty, and had been wholly unprepared.
She still is, in a way, she is naïve for her age. She’s borne no children, had no lovers (there is something – a wolfish, feral boy, but she does not call it love).

She is startled by this man’s approach, already made tense by the storm brewing above. He asks a question of her, apropos of nothing, and she blinks, considering. The description is unfamiliar, and she cannot help this stranger.
“I don’t, I’m sorry,” she says, as if she is somehow at fault for not seeing the palomino. She looks again at the stallion. He looks almost familiar, and she wonders if they’ve met before, or perhaps simply passed one another. She is about to ask when he tenses, recoiling from her, telling her to stop. She blinks again, more confused than ever. She has not touched him, nor has she tried to put him to sleep. Her eyes flick about, in case another stranger has approached, and perhaps he is speaking to them. But no, they are alone, breathing storm-heavy air.
“Stop what? Sir, I’m not doing anything…”
She feels something like fear now, an anxiety in her chest. But he hasn’t threatened her, has done nothing to suggest she’s in any kind of danger. He’s hurting, she tells herself, you should help him.
“Are you all right?” she asks, only slightly reluctantly.

Irisa

tarnished x heartworm

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