Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
He’s so damn sick of being weak. Sick of his mortality, his inferiority. Sick of knowing, day after day, just how absolutely powerless he really was in the reality of a supernatural world. Being tricked by Sabra had rankled him deeper than he had realized, falling victim to her powers and ending up in Sylva. It was just a matter of time before it happened again and again and again. In fact, he hadn’t met a single ordinary mortal horse like himself ever. He had his cruelness, his lies, and a stone heart (that sometimes blazed with a burning fire of hatred) but they could only ever protect him to an extent. And in the case of Sabra, had put a target on his back which allowed him to become one of her “collected”.
It was his adopted fae family in the Meadow that finally convinced him to seek the deities of the Mountain. Brutally honest as usual, they spoke to him of his shortcomings and accepting them, acknowledging his place in life as less then. They wouldn’t tell him he was special by being the exception to the rule, being one of the few traitless beings in this world. They couldn’t lie after all. He had been about to storm off and raid the nectar stores for a doozy of a binge when one spoke of the Mountain. That sometimes fates could change. The chances were slim and rare but the fairies at the summit had powerful magic that could sometimes be exchanged at a price.
There was no price too great in his mind.
He had tried again and again to act as if he didn't care but his jealousy (Cheri suddenly springs into his head) is too much to bear any longer.
In a matter of hours he had set off for the craggy peaks, thoughts of a drunken haze forgotten. It’s probably the one time in his entire young life that he actually has a goal. Something to attain, something he truly wants. Open plains turn to forests which then turn to dense underbrush before finding the path upwards. For the first time his perfect coat gets nicked with scratches, tight branches clawing along his hide and rough rocks scuffing along his shoulder. For the first time he feels the exhilarating sting of pain as blood beads on small wounds. Fear is a more familiar feeling (a constant companion in his mortal life) as he avoids packs of wolves and other dangers on his treacherous path up the craggy hills of stone and granite. His hooves slip on ice and slush as he gets closer to the peaks, the view becoming more desolate and a cold wind biting through the fur of his autumn coat. It takes a few days for him to finally make it to the top.
Despite his youth, he is tired and worn out by the time he finally finds the special circle of stones that mark the faeries home. His muscles protest as he makes himself approach it, aching and sore. The raw cuts still stinging in the cold wind that whips his raven locks around his face and brings tears of pain to his red eyes. He had come this far, he wasn’t going to give up now. That blazing heat of his anger fueling him to the very end.
“I refuse to be a normal mortal any longer!” The harsh conditions burn his throat as he yells into the whistling wind but he knows they can hear him. He knows fae tricks quite well. Remembering that, he makes sure to word his request carefully but refuses to hold back the anger in his tone, unaware of how tinged with despair it is. “If I’m to be different then I want it on MY terms. You have it so easy, all of you with magic. I’m sick of not having any control of fate myself.” He pauses, thinking of his fae family. Thinking of their little wings, how they so effortless seemed to do all matters of magical things, how easily they could even protect and heal and love, how even they had a life better than his own. He would happily take any of their places if he had the chance. Not realizing that they also paid their own prices and forgetting for a moment that they could never lie, one of the few things he could do so well. ”I’ll keep coming back here again and again until you give it to me.” Not a threat, but a promise as his red eyes look around and wait for a sign that he had been heard.
Obscene
Petitioning Obscene to acquire the 4 space trait of Equus Fae. Currently he has no expressed traits.
5 posts that talk about his life with the fae and his understanding of their habits and his natural trickster/fae like attitude (agreed through PM that could be enough to prove trait worth since he has nothing to express)
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29112
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29123
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29162
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29161
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29220
5 extra posts (some have fae mentions as well)
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29077
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29223
@[Officials] please <3
