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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


    [open]  I feel so alive for the very first time [Radar Pony/Any]
    #1

    Kiss me again
    Kiss me until I am sick of it

    As he heads down the Mountain (silent again or so he thinks) he starts to feel a little ill. It starts as a small headache behind his eyes. It's not unlike the hangovers he constantly has so he thinks little of it. By the time he’s halfway down the rocky path, the headache has turned into a full blown migraine and he squints against the light of a bright spring sun a scowl on his dark lips. When he reaches the bottom, he is slightly stumbling as his body is consumed by fever. There’s no way he can make it back to the Pampas like this and so he stumbles towards the Meadow, towards the old thicket he had once called his home.

    It’s still intact, only brief scents of long gone fox and mice linger, as his knees buckle beneath him and he falls gratefully to the soft grass, exhausted and aching. As the sun rises higher in the sky he becomes overwhelmed by the mystery sickness and falls into a fitful sleep, his red eyes hiding themselves from the intensity of sunlight beneath dark lashes. He swears he can hear the fae, laughing and touching him. He blames it on the fever, on hallucinations that prey on the desires in his withered heart. Little hands press against his heated body, beads of sweat forming across his dark pelt. They run their fingers through the long waves of his mane, braiding and twisting. A whisper in his ear, ”Our last gift for you. Be careful what you wish for.”, followed by more raucous laughter and the sweet floral scent of flowers and nectar. He can feel the honeyed syrup sliding down his throat and he finally falls into a deep slumber, dreaming of the little creatures that dance and celebrate around him. Dreams of clear crystals and deep blue oceans. Dreams of unnaturally bright flowers and a large black snake that looks directly at him and shares the same blood-red eyes as himself.

    He sleeps and he sleeps.

    Two days pass before he finally awakens from his enchantment and when he does he feels… different. The ache and fever are gone and he feels ridiculously good. Stretching leisurely with a large yawn, he glances down at himself… And freezes. Gold glitter runs along his shoulders and its not like the pollen that his brethren had once decorated him in. It seems a part of him now, bright flecks permanently fixed into the oily black of his skin. His ears curve back against his skull in confusion and even that feels strange, as if the tips of his ears brush back farther than they had before. He rises from the thicket floor and curling his neck, angles his head to look at the rest of himself. The shiny tresses of black are now adorned with bright layers of gold, flowers and small braids have been woven back into his mane and tail. The fae had come back. They must have done this.

    He still feels out of sorts so he carefully picks his way towards the waterfall. What he needs is to take a long cool drink as he tries to figure out what had happened, his throat burns as if he hadn't drank anything in weeks. As he reaches the clear water he goes to bend his head… And stops once again. His reflection… His reflection…. The red eyes remain set deep in his handsome face but the hard angled lines of his skull are adorned in that same glittering gold, accenting along his cheekbones and eyes. A mixture of raven and gold sweep across his forehead but it’s his ears that have made his breath hitch. They are long and tapered, like the elves of old. Like the fae.

    “No way…” He whispers to himself, his dark red eyes wide with surprise and realization. They had heard him after all. A wide grin slowly spreads across his features and he starts to laugh. He laughs and he laughs until his sides heave and his eyes water. He was no longer mortal. He was Fae. He was finally one of them.


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    @[Radar] Please give me one of your ponies <3
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    #2
    SUNLIGHT
    She hadn’t meant to spy on him.

    At least that’s what she’ll tell him if he asks. It’s so hard to ignore anyone when their thoughts are so delicious to begin with. Besides, she’s been bored lately (which is why she hadn’t returned home for some time now), and had been hoping something interesting would catch her fancy. 

    A sly grin pulls at the corners of her dark lips, her burning orange eyes set on the creature who has now captured her attention for the time being. It takes a lot to grasp her focus and though she is drawn to this stallion, she is sure she won’t feel the same adrenaline that normally flows through her with a certain other man she is thinking about.

    Her curiosity gets the better of her, especially when his mind mentions something about fae. She snorts loudly at the word in disbelief while simultaneously alerting him to her presence just across the thin, shallow stream in which he gazes happily.

    “You look stunning,” she muses out loud, though her words are mulled and thoughtless as if maybe she doesn’t exactly believe them herself. Sunlight continues to walk towards him until the white of her ankles are covered by the clear water, staring at his reflection a moment more before lifting her blazing eyes to him, the outline of gold and white framing her gaze with bold expression. “Do you always laugh like this when you finally get what you want?” 

    Her smile is charming and secretive, subtly alluding to the idea that his thoughts are not fully his own.
    like the sun swallowed up by the earth


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    #3

    Kiss me again
    Kiss me until I am sick of it

    Her snort breaks his revelry and he recoils into himself, into this new shiny body, so it is harder face that rises to meet hers. Lacking the awe it had once held. A clash of crimson and orange as their eyes lock in the rippling water. A compliment falls from her lips but is it one? It sounds more like a question by the time he’s processed it and it only makes his scowl darken over his already annoyed demeanor.

    The next time she speaks, he understands her better. Reads into the mocking meaning behind her charming smile. Surprisingly, his scowl twists into a tight grin. “Wouldn’t you?” His words as cool as the water that streams around her hocks, regarding her with the familiar mask of disdain that settles easily into the grooves of his face. He is not unfamiliar to those rummaging through his mind but that brings little comfort. He can never tell just how far they delve and he has no idea how to defend his mental walls against such an attack. Dangerous powerful magic that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

    He’s not sure how long she’s been watching him but he doubts she had been hovering over his transformation for days. Besides, there’s a knowing look hidden beneath that blazing orange gaze, rimmed with white and trimmed in gold.

    Common sense tells him to play nice but his mouth thinks differently.

    “Must be dull in your mind if you’re rifling through mine.” His tone indifferent as a brow raises, a glint in the dark depths of red, the smugness curled at the corner of his lips remains. Hopefully being Fae gave him something more than just being ridiculously good looking. Guess there's only one way to find out.


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    #4
    SUNLIGHT
    Water is not necessarily her favorite to be wading in, but she does so all the same for the sake of coming closer to the stallion before her. The sun’s rays cause the gold across his face to shimmer, a sparkling reflection in her bold, burning gaze. The water is nearly at the deep sienna striping on the obsidian of her knees. The scowl that he offers her only allows her smirk to deepen as she halts in the stream’s bubbling flow, tilting her chin upwards to gaze up from where he stands on the grassy bank. His eyes are as fiery as hers (if not more) and for a moment she is reminded of her sister, Firelight. The black and gold mare snorts sharply, though the lopsided and curious smile on her mouth does not fade.

    “It takes a lot for me to laugh,” she confesses with a roll of her shoulders, the primitive white and gold markings on her withers hidden by the deep orange of her mane. Sunlight’s expressive brows rise as he baits her further, her lazy smirk sharpening as her tongue runs carefully over her teeth, a scoff rising from her throat. Her head shakes slightly, amused. “I’m not sure you would like what you would find inside my mind.” She pauses, her smile fading into a line while the shadow of her brows casts darkness across her face.

    The silence between them only lasts for a few seconds, pregnant and tense. She breaks this however as she moves through the stream, closer to him. She does not deny herself the urge to venture closer (does she ever deny herself anything?) and by his posture and tone, Sunlight wonders how much fun the two of them could have.

    He is much larger than her by all means and when she halts just before him she is still having to look up at him through her tangled forelock. She enjoys dancing with the devil, especially when she possesses the devil’s power.

    Her grin has returned, elusive and sinister yet ever curious. Fae, she thinks, museful. What kind of power could he have, besides the obvious beauty that seeps from every pore of his large, onyx body?

    “Would you like a glimpse?” The temptress smiles. 
    a fire shall be woken



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    #5
    I can see through you, see your true colors
    Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
    He has the eyes of his father (and grandfather, and great grandfather) and they burn like the fire that nearly consumed his sire to damnation. He had never met his half siblings on either side, does not recognize any familiarity in the definition of her face or body that marks her as his niece. When the molten gold of her eyes (liquid and tarnished) find his vibrant crimson ones he can’t help the visceral reaction that suddenly wriggles and expands within him. She is wading deeper in the stream to get to him and something responds in the cold confines of his chest, something that sparks and writhes and hisses with recognition. His teeth are bared to her before he realizes it and he is unaware of how the red of his eyes suddenly narrow into tiny slits.

    Obscene had never held the gifts that the rest of Offspring’s offspring seemed to possess but something had always smoldered beneath the surface. Something lurked just waiting to be expressed. He is unaware that it has morphed into something new, something different when his body had shed the cocoon of it’s mortality and become Fae. It’s a curdling in his blood as she smirks sharply at him, goads him back with the dark expression on her face and taunting words meant to draw him in.

    Whatever it is inside of him wants to take that bait but it’s not strong enough yet to override his better senses. He pushes that strange writhing flame back into the ice palace he has created within himself, back with the shriveled remains of what his heart had once been. She is right before him now and he hides his teeth beneath a sudden smug smirk, his expression smoothing into something nonchalant. Uncaring.

    She teases him again and this time he meets her probing gaze directly as he stares down at her. “You might be surprised by what I like.” It’s a dangerous game, whatever this is, but his new Fae body feels impossibly good. There’s a new recklessness that thrums in the pulse of his being and he is no stranger to the manipulation of mind and memory. Sabra, Aela, Memorie… He knew too many with that kind of power to cower from it now. As for fire (which she wields but he is yet unaware of), that was an old friend. Whatever she might throw at him, he feels in his core he can take it. Briefly he thinks of Crowns, when he spoke of him and Rosebay testing each other to see how close they could come to dying. Was this what he was doing now? Testing fate? A sudden roguish grin replaces the smirk as he comes to the realization that he no longer cares.


    obscene


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    #6
    SUNLIGHT
    The only family she has known are her sisters (just as troublesome as she and perhaps even more vindictive, depending on the occasion), and finds no familiarity in the stallion before her. Only a curiosity that demands to be quelled, darkness that draws her in further with slight and delicate steps through the water. She pauses for a moment, a single foreleg dangling above the slow-moving stream, her golden eyes shining darkly as he bares his teeth and those hypnotic, flaming red eyes haunt her own gaze. Sunlight’s jaw slackens in an inaudible gasp of amusement, raising those expressive brows inquisitively.

    Has she already struck a nerve, or perhaps there is something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface of the taller black stallion?

    Either way, she lowers her foreleg and continues her path forward.

    “You are becoming more and more interesting by the moment,” she murmurs (more to herself than to him) in a curious whisper, a tilt of her head accompanying her inspectful gaze.

    She grins at him when he bores those ruby-red eyes into hers, adrenaline feeding a shiver down her spine. “The same could be said for me,” she replies musefully, pursing her lips for a moment before that sly smile breaks across her mouth. “Who knows? Maybe we are more alike than we believe.” She is unknowingly right, in so many ways.

    “My name is Sunlight.”

    As she offers him her name, she wonders if she could incinerate him faster than whatever power he wields. Sunlight is anything but impulsive, however, so she only allows the thought to simper quietly, letting it feed the charming smile on her lips.
    a fire shall be woken



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    #7
    I can see through you, see your true colors
    Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
    His pupils are thin and narrow, slitted in the circle of dark red that bores into her. A hint of the price that he paid for the gift of immortality, the gift of being Fae. She has paused before him, a gasp escaping her as amusement flickers in the gleaming shades of gold that boldly stares back at him. A primal part of him stirs to life under that gaze, similar to the sensation that Aela can bring to the surface when he explores the supple sunlight of her skin. There’s a twinge of guilt that follows, they had no claim on each other, none that had been verbally spoken anyway. Still, that feeling lingers as she murmurs to him and continues closer and his mind, body, and heart all seem to suddenly conflict with each other.

    “Likewise.” He growls, a rather feral sound that escapes unexpectedly from his dark lips and rumbles its truth from deep in his chest. It seems that the recklessness has won this round as he boldly closes whatever distance that remains and grabs a strand of golden hair between his teeth as she slyly smiles at him, pulling it roughly. A curious thought runs through him as she speaks and he gives her that smug smile, the one he gives when he can’t properly sort through what he feels. He means to lie to her, when his mouth parts to speak. He finds that he cannot. Each word meant to build a lie becomes ash on his tongue, the words choking in his throat. Of course, Fae cannot lie. An old rule that was known to anyone who had dealings with faerie, one that he had reminded Cheri of when they had first met.

    “We are.” He states instead and the fact that he can say that means it must be true. He thinks it must speak to the level of cruelty they both dance around, something dangerous. Unaware that his truth telling speaks to a much deeper level, something that connects them through fire and blood. Sunlight, she says. It fits her, the way her gold markings spark along the dark and light planes of her mismatched coat. Even the finely woven strands of gold that make up her mane and tail remind him of the burning sensation one gets when they look directly at the sun (a harsher correlation to his golden Seneschal’s sunshine). They rather match each other, this pair both adorned in black and gold. Perhaps that should be a clue but once again it is missed in their shared ignorance.

    “Obscene.” He responds gruffly, the piece of her hair still between his teeth. Unwilling to let go as he eyes the charming grin on her lips and that serpentine feeling in his stomach recognizes something dangerous lurking beneath the simper of her smile.


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    #8
    SUNLIGHT
    There is no change in her posture as the large stallion swallows any distance between them with large, purposeful steps. Only the gold-rimmed of her ears flick backwards slightly, amused all the more (and even enthralled) as he comes face to face with her. They are studying each other with sinister, curious eyes and though she finds herself drawn to those ominous red irises, Sunlight finds the deep gold flecked across his face and jawline to be riveting. She nearly stretches her neck towards him to brush the pale ivory of her mouth against that sparkling skin - but the thought is lost as his teeth grab hold of a single lock of deep golden hair and tugs on it sharply.

    Curiosity leaves the sharpness of her features and is replaced with something far more gravitating and heavy; a look of pure fury flashing like fire across her face. The languid and secretive smiles that she had once worn are long gone and though she remains still, it is obvious that she is having trouble keeping herself before him. “Obscene,” she repeats thickly, staring up at him from beneath the deep gold of her forelock that shadows the bold white of her blazed face.

    The rage that seems to have risen within her seems to fester in her bold eyes and then, subtly and quietly, it retreats. She smiles that mischievous smile, delectable and secretive, tilting her head slightly to peer up at him. In a single blink, her mane and forelock are replaced with orange flames, glowing white where it touches the crest of her neck. Whether he steps to the side or backs up, Sunlight leaps to her right (splashing lightly in the stream) before gracefully pulling herself onto the bank behind him.

    With her mane still nothing but fire, she turns to look over her shoulder at him with a simple smile. A flick of her tail extinguishes her flames, leaving nothing but golden tendrils to brush gently against her shoulders in the breeze. “Don’t touch me,” she croons sweetly, giving her head a delicate toss.

    A pause, and then smugly: “Are we still anything alike?”
    a fire shall be woken



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    #9
    I can see through you, see your true colors
    Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
    When he was young, Liz had told him (brief facts without much detail) about the half-siblings that existed from her complicated past. Vindictive, Bardot, and Cersei. A handful of older sisters, he the only boy among them. On Offspring’s side however it got more complicated. His father had held many dalliances before he ended up with his mother and there were children that perhaps even his sire was unaware of. The only one he had ever heard about, had ever seen from afar, was Levi. Levi had returned to Tephra after their father had stepped down as Overseer and right before Obscene had been born. He had never formally met his brother, the once true Heir of Tephra, as Liz preferred to keep to herself (when she wasn't entangled in the heat of her lover) in the deep tangled depths of the ashland jungle and avoid the others. 

    But he had seen Levi from afar, the idyllic older brother. Remembered the flame that licked his mane and tail, their fathers flame. The blaze that he had been born without. A bitterness had burned acidic on his tongue then, fueled by jealousy.

    As it does again when the hair between his teeth spits into a hot white flame and singes his tongue, peeling the skin around his mouth. A roar of anger escapes him as he spats out cinders, his tongue tasting of ash and pain… and something familiar. He steps back away from her as she leaps to the right with a splash, pain mingling with his rage as that flicker of serpentine energy beneath him writhes and crackles in fury. Whatever it is that bubbles beneath his surface isn’t strong enough to yet emerge but something else does. A flash of gold light appears around his muzzle and suddenly the pain begins to cool. The peeled flesh around his lips seems to knit and mend on its own, his tastebuds no longer dull and ashen.

    Somehow he had healed himself from the damage she had inflicted but he can’t even begin to wrap his head around that. No, instead his burning gaze is completely focused on her with a glare and there is that wiry smirk fitting perfectly on his healed mouth as he is overwhelmed with his own emotions. “Are we still anything alike?” She coos at him and he tests out the word before he says it. Finds that it does not dissolve on his tongue. “Yes.” He snaps and the doubt that crowds his mind suddenly seems confirmed. “Who are you?” Before she can retort with a smart ass comment, he throws his head as his nostrils flare with frustration, threads of black and gold thrown in disarray as his pupils slit in the ring of red and he steps towards her. “Not your name. Who are you?” He hisses as something raw and hot twists in the usually cold confines of his chest.

    Because he already knows. Deep down he knows but just needs to hear her say it. 


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    #10
    SUNLIGHT
    She awaits his reaction keenly, understanding that retaliation may be swift and perhaps even painful if Sunlight did not act quickly enough. But that lopsided smile on her pale mouth gives the indication that she is not worried about her ability to defend herself for whatever Obscene may do, even if it was only to come at her with his brute strength. The fury that wells up in his glittered face is enough to cause her spine to shudder and bring flame to the surface of her skin (if only briefly to dry herself) in defense. It wavers over her body like a salve, encasing her in fire yet no flames dance from it in long, orange tongues.

    When it is apparent he is not going on the offensive, the fire that she brought forth as armor simmers back into the warmth of her skin. She, however, leaves the ivory of her ankles alight with it, allowing the flames to lick at the delicateness of her whimsically feathered feet. She fluidly turns herself so that her back is no longer towards him, facing him with a slightly softened expression as a glimmer of gold light seemingly heals his wounds. She snorts sharply as the smell of burning flesh dissipates into nothingness, gold-rimmed ears falling into her equally golden mane, her blazed face displeased.

    “Well, that’s no fun.” There is a pout that finds her gold-traced mouth, accompanied by a single stomp of a feathered foreleg. Sparks fly with the motion and then simmer back into a quiet and crackling flame. Her words were addressing both her disappointment in his ability to heal himself as well as his sudden (very pressing, apparently) question about who she is. Sunlight flicks her tail, brushing against her flaming hocks but it is not set alight by the light touch.

    The gold and white around her eyes narrow, feeling completely stubborn and unwilling to cooperate. “A little party trick and all of a sudden I’m important?” She scoffs, curving her dark obsidian neck as she feigns offense. She has an inkling at what he might be hinting at and it shows in the way she considers him with those expressive, dark brows. She lifts her chin in an attempt to meet him eye to eye, curious despite the ferocity in which her golden gaze meets the shining red of his own.

    A smile spreads slowly across her face, her ears flicking forwards. “It’s the eyes that give it away, for me.” Her father’s were the same color (one of them, at least) and it seems that the stallion she has been messing with is far more than just a mere stranger. Her sister, Firelight, has the same burning red swirling in her irises, as well. “I’m a little sad I wasn’t able to inherit them. Lucky you.”

    “Levi is my father.”
    a fire shall be woken



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