<![CDATA[Beqanna - The Dale]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/ Fri, 01 May 2026 16:39:45 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[All the air under the ice is now escaped into the night]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=32076 Mon, 05 Jan 2026 23:17:10 +0000 Limb]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=32076 Stumbling, fumbling: the way he walks is marked not by memory but by search. Young again in a body once old, lost in the haze of trying to regain what was lost, what remains of this earth but not of his mind. Somewhere, the land whispers its songs of days gone past, of the line of matriarchs who made their marks last; unlike him, a quiet soul, only Limb, not much else at all. No marks he made, not quite yet; but today he wanders and thus marks he may beget.

He knows not the name of the place below: a crystalline lake, covered in snow. But here and there dot trees grown tall, green and fresh smelling, a beckoning call. Limb stretches his magic towards their roots, hoping to find warmth amidst their truths; that things long-lived can again be reborn, that from the ashes of fire seeds soar, and from thence they return back to the ground, to bloom again when they are found, by light and rain, and wind and sky, like Limb they rise, again on high.

He smiles. Small. Quiet. Approaches with head bowed, polite. The dark blue and green swirls of his coat paint stark contrast against the alabaster backdrop, inviting attention from any who might watch as he descends from the cliff tops. Towards the Dale's heart, a place temperate despite the season; towards the trees, to whom he feels called for many reasons. At the eastern-most point of the lake he stills. Wills, in his way, that someone will come. For after a lifetime now lost, the young colt wonders what could be; whether other lives wish to mingle with he.]]> Stumbling, fumbling: the way he walks is marked not by memory but by search. Young again in a body once old, lost in the haze of trying to regain what was lost, what remains of this earth but not of his mind. Somewhere, the land whispers its songs of days gone past, of the line of matriarchs who made their marks last; unlike him, a quiet soul, only Limb, not much else at all. No marks he made, not quite yet; but today he wanders and thus marks he may beget.

He knows not the name of the place below: a crystalline lake, covered in snow. But here and there dot trees grown tall, green and fresh smelling, a beckoning call. Limb stretches his magic towards their roots, hoping to find warmth amidst their truths; that things long-lived can again be reborn, that from the ashes of fire seeds soar, and from thence they return back to the ground, to bloom again when they are found, by light and rain, and wind and sky, like Limb they rise, again on high.

He smiles. Small. Quiet. Approaches with head bowed, polite. The dark blue and green swirls of his coat paint stark contrast against the alabaster backdrop, inviting attention from any who might watch as he descends from the cliff tops. Towards the Dale's heart, a place temperate despite the season; towards the trees, to whom he feels called for many reasons. At the eastern-most point of the lake he stills. Wills, in his way, that someone will come. For after a lifetime now lost, the young colt wonders what could be; whether other lives wish to mingle with he.]]> <![CDATA[if the sun don't rise till summertime; Beyza]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31867 Fri, 21 Feb 2025 17:13:48 +0000 Ravin]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31867
Though the adolescent stallion is not an especially imposing looking creature, there remains a serious set to his brow that had made his sister look twice this morning. Levi had asked where he was going, but he’d refused to answer. He didn’t want to tell her and then fail at it. That would be too embarrassing. Instead he’d grunted and carried on, and accustomed to his moods Luvi had shrugged and gone on her own way as well.

His feathered brow is still creased in that serious frown as Ravin moes through the Dale, but as he nears an especially large rock, he notices a glowing light. That rockface should be shaded at this time of the afternoon, but instead it glows.

Could that be the entity, he wonders? Has he already found it? Feeling rather pleased with himself, Ravin trots closer. The satisfaction turns to his confusion as the young pegasus spots the source of the glowing light. A rock. A glowing rock, but definitely just a rock. It’s twice his size, and Ravin steps nearer, and warily stretches out one feathered wing to prod at it gently.

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Though the adolescent stallion is not an especially imposing looking creature, there remains a serious set to his brow that had made his sister look twice this morning. Levi had asked where he was going, but he’d refused to answer. He didn’t want to tell her and then fail at it. That would be too embarrassing. Instead he’d grunted and carried on, and accustomed to his moods Luvi had shrugged and gone on her own way as well.

His feathered brow is still creased in that serious frown as Ravin moes through the Dale, but as he nears an especially large rock, he notices a glowing light. That rockface should be shaded at this time of the afternoon, but instead it glows.

Could that be the entity, he wonders? Has he already found it? Feeling rather pleased with himself, Ravin trots closer. The satisfaction turns to his confusion as the young pegasus spots the source of the glowing light. A rock. A glowing rock, but definitely just a rock. It’s twice his size, and Ravin steps nearer, and warily stretches out one feathered wing to prod at it gently.

]]> <![CDATA[The Sea Shall Rise [Birth]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31793 Tue, 13 Aug 2024 12:21:33 +0000 Trident]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31793

This child, born of an aquatic lineage, does not come into this world on a bed of soft straw.  There is no figure to awaken him gently, no whickered greeting.  He is simply cast into the waters off the shores of The Dale.  Waves pulling him under, water filling his earthly lungs.

Sinking.

The entity of Craft and Anatomy feel this.  A life barely begun sinking into the depth of despair.  It is a cruel cruel world.  When something as innocent as this new life is left to the ocean depths.  They could allow it to consume the waterlogged child, if it had been born anywhere else but their shores.  But the child calls to them in the fading pulsing rhythm of its heartbeat.

Gills. Yes, that would do.

The transformation takes place, just as the last string of life is to be plucked from the boy.  It takes a moment for the waves to breathe life back into him.  Washing oxygen filled water though his gills as they wash over him.

A spark.

A gentle twitch of life comes to the child's hooved limbs.  Soon followed by the opening of his eyes.  Those killers' eyes, wide and slitted.

His limbs begin to thrash as the waves push him inland.  Or was the entity pulling him to them, to their shores.

Soon there is sand beneath his hooves, droplets of water rolling off his hairless skin.  Interlocked scales cover his body, leaving only fluffy aqua blue bits of mane and tail.

His eyes, those emotionless pits, rove over the rocky beach he has risen from.  Where would his guardians lead him now?

Trident
The Sea Shall Rise


Open to anyone who may want to come across him on the beach of the Dale.  This is also an entity post to Craft and Anatomy for Shark Mimicry]]>

This child, born of an aquatic lineage, does not come into this world on a bed of soft straw.  There is no figure to awaken him gently, no whickered greeting.  He is simply cast into the waters off the shores of The Dale.  Waves pulling him under, water filling his earthly lungs.

Sinking.

The entity of Craft and Anatomy feel this.  A life barely begun sinking into the depth of despair.  It is a cruel cruel world.  When something as innocent as this new life is left to the ocean depths.  They could allow it to consume the waterlogged child, if it had been born anywhere else but their shores.  But the child calls to them in the fading pulsing rhythm of its heartbeat.

Gills. Yes, that would do.

The transformation takes place, just as the last string of life is to be plucked from the boy.  It takes a moment for the waves to breathe life back into him.  Washing oxygen filled water though his gills as they wash over him.

A spark.

A gentle twitch of life comes to the child's hooved limbs.  Soon followed by the opening of his eyes.  Those killers' eyes, wide and slitted.

His limbs begin to thrash as the waves push him inland.  Or was the entity pulling him to them, to their shores.

Soon there is sand beneath his hooves, droplets of water rolling off his hairless skin.  Interlocked scales cover his body, leaving only fluffy aqua blue bits of mane and tail.

His eyes, those emotionless pits, rove over the rocky beach he has risen from.  Where would his guardians lead him now?

Trident
The Sea Shall Rise


Open to anyone who may want to come across him on the beach of the Dale.  This is also an entity post to Craft and Anatomy for Shark Mimicry]]> <![CDATA[Not All That Glitters is Gold[Birthing-Rou]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31792 Tue, 13 Aug 2024 11:57:05 +0000 AuroraElis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31792

AuroraElis

Unlike the several other times before, the child comes quietly and without complication, in the dead of the night.  She has done this a few times now and labor was much easier than the first.  The filly is perfect.  A spitting image of her father, and remembrance of her brothers -Phoebus and Diavoli- when they were born washes over her.  So innocent, so sweet.

She gently bathed the girl with her tongue.  Licking her dry and warm, a soft nicker leaving her lips.  One to soothe the child and one to beckon her father to come see.

"She is perfect isn't she Rou," she coos, remaining curled around the girl, her feathered wings lightly cloaking the foals body.  "What should we name her?" Her dished face looked up to him with starry eyes.

Not all that glitters is gold



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AuroraElis

Unlike the several other times before, the child comes quietly and without complication, in the dead of the night.  She has done this a few times now and labor was much easier than the first.  The filly is perfect.  A spitting image of her father, and remembrance of her brothers -Phoebus and Diavoli- when they were born washes over her.  So innocent, so sweet.

She gently bathed the girl with her tongue.  Licking her dry and warm, a soft nicker leaving her lips.  One to soothe the child and one to beckon her father to come see.

"She is perfect isn't she Rou," she coos, remaining curled around the girl, her feathered wings lightly cloaking the foals body.  "What should we name her?" Her dished face looked up to him with starry eyes.

Not all that glitters is gold



]]> <![CDATA[A New Star Is Born; Felicyta, Amenadiel]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31787 Mon, 22 Jul 2024 17:59:20 +0000 Crucis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31787
Crucis


It was a particularly warm morning as birds sing and the rivers defrost. Spring has arrived. Babies being born, flowers blooming. Sun getting warmer. It’s been a long winter for Crucis and Amenadiel. The buzz of excitement and energy bounces between the pair as they await for the arrival of their firstborn.

These last few days has been rough for Crucis. She’s missed being able to take long flights with Amenadiel under the stars, just the two of them. She’s been so uncomfortable recently despite Amen’s best efforts. 

It’s had been a long night, Crucis feeling the early start of labor as she anxiously walks around the pond with Amenadiel beside her, constantly looking over worried. It breaks Amenadiel’s heart to see his loved one in pain, but knows it will be well worth it once their baby is on the ground. 

They slowly make their way to the edge of the lake, stopping for Crucis to catch her breath. She looks to Amenadiel as she lays against the cool grass while he stands guard over his laboring partner. 

She lets out a weak whinny as her body begins to follow its urge to bear down. Her body is exhausted and coated in sweat as she labors as night falls and the stars begin to grace the night sky. She whimpers softly as her newborn emerges during the last few pushes. Just as the foal emerges, a comet flies above them lighting up the night sky. 

Crucis, exhausted lays against the cool ground. After a few minutes of rest, she sits up and begins to lick off the gangly wet newborn who weakly tries to lift her head off the ground. The newborn blends into the night sky as Crucis’ ethereal light glows over her. While licking the dark filly’s head, Crucis smiles as she recognizes the crescent on the filly’s forehead, the same sigil as the one on hers. Amen beams, watching Crucis as her maternal instincts kick in. 

The young filly looks wide eyed at her doting mother and father. A small nicker escapes her lips as Crucis wraps her head over her, nickering in response. Crucis stands up, shaking off before gently supporting the wobbly filly to her feet. The filly makes her way to her mother’s nipple as she sucks happily with her little tail wagging before laying back down and falling asleep between her loving parents. 


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Crucis


It was a particularly warm morning as birds sing and the rivers defrost. Spring has arrived. Babies being born, flowers blooming. Sun getting warmer. It’s been a long winter for Crucis and Amenadiel. The buzz of excitement and energy bounces between the pair as they await for the arrival of their firstborn.

These last few days has been rough for Crucis. She’s missed being able to take long flights with Amenadiel under the stars, just the two of them. She’s been so uncomfortable recently despite Amen’s best efforts. 

It’s had been a long night, Crucis feeling the early start of labor as she anxiously walks around the pond with Amenadiel beside her, constantly looking over worried. It breaks Amenadiel’s heart to see his loved one in pain, but knows it will be well worth it once their baby is on the ground. 

They slowly make their way to the edge of the lake, stopping for Crucis to catch her breath. She looks to Amenadiel as she lays against the cool grass while he stands guard over his laboring partner. 

She lets out a weak whinny as her body begins to follow its urge to bear down. Her body is exhausted and coated in sweat as she labors as night falls and the stars begin to grace the night sky. She whimpers softly as her newborn emerges during the last few pushes. Just as the foal emerges, a comet flies above them lighting up the night sky. 

Crucis, exhausted lays against the cool ground. After a few minutes of rest, she sits up and begins to lick off the gangly wet newborn who weakly tries to lift her head off the ground. The newborn blends into the night sky as Crucis’ ethereal light glows over her. While licking the dark filly’s head, Crucis smiles as she recognizes the crescent on the filly’s forehead, the same sigil as the one on hers. Amen beams, watching Crucis as her maternal instincts kick in. 

The young filly looks wide eyed at her doting mother and father. A small nicker escapes her lips as Crucis wraps her head over her, nickering in response. Crucis stands up, shaking off before gently supporting the wobbly filly to her feet. The filly makes her way to her mother’s nipple as she sucks happily with her little tail wagging before laying back down and falling asleep between her loving parents. 


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]]> <![CDATA[A New Star Is Born; Felicyta, Amenadiel]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31786 Mon, 22 Jul 2024 17:58:49 +0000 Crucis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31786
Crucis


It was a particularly warm morning as birds sing and the rivers defrost. Spring has arrived. Babies being born, flowers blooming. Sun getting warmer. It’s been a long winter for Crucis and Amenadiel. The buzz of excitement and energy bounces between the pair as they await for the arrival of their firstborn.

These last few days has been rough for Crucis. She’s missed being able to take long flights with Amenadiel under the stars, just the two of them. She’s been so uncomfortable recently despite Amen’s best efforts. 

It’s had been a long night, Crucis feeling the early start of labor as she anxiously walks around the pond with Amenadiel beside her, constantly looking over worried. It breaks Amenadiel’s heart to see his loved one in pain, but knows it will be well worth it once their baby is on the ground. 

They slowly make their way to the edge of the lake, stopping for Crucis to catch her breath. She looks to Amenadiel as she lays against the cool grass while he stands guard over his laboring partner. 

She lets out a weak whinny as her body begins to follow its urge to bear down. Her body is exhausted and coated in sweat as she labors as night falls and the stars begin to grace the night sky. She whimpers softly as her newborn emerges during the last few pushes. Just as the foal emerges, a comet flies above them lighting up the night sky. 

Crucis, exhausted lays against the cool ground. After a few minutes of rest, she sits up and begins to lick off the gangly wet newborn who weakly tries to lift her head off the ground. The newborn blends into the night sky as Crucis’ ethereal light glows over her. While licking the dark filly’s head, Crucis smiles as she recognizes the crescent on the filly’s forehead, the same sigil as the one on hers. Amen beams, watching Crucis as her maternal instincts kick in. 

The young filly looks wide eyed at her doting mother and father. A small nicker escapes her lips as Crucis wraps her head over her, nickering in response. Crucis stands up, shaking off before gently supporting the wobbly filly to her feet. The filly makes her way to her mother’s nipple as she sucks happily with her little tail wagging before laying back down and falling asleep between her loving parents. 


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Crucis


It was a particularly warm morning as birds sing and the rivers defrost. Spring has arrived. Babies being born, flowers blooming. Sun getting warmer. It’s been a long winter for Crucis and Amenadiel. The buzz of excitement and energy bounces between the pair as they await for the arrival of their firstborn.

These last few days has been rough for Crucis. She’s missed being able to take long flights with Amenadiel under the stars, just the two of them. She’s been so uncomfortable recently despite Amen’s best efforts. 

It’s had been a long night, Crucis feeling the early start of labor as she anxiously walks around the pond with Amenadiel beside her, constantly looking over worried. It breaks Amenadiel’s heart to see his loved one in pain, but knows it will be well worth it once their baby is on the ground. 

They slowly make their way to the edge of the lake, stopping for Crucis to catch her breath. She looks to Amenadiel as she lays against the cool grass while he stands guard over his laboring partner. 

She lets out a weak whinny as her body begins to follow its urge to bear down. Her body is exhausted and coated in sweat as she labors as night falls and the stars begin to grace the night sky. She whimpers softly as her newborn emerges during the last few pushes. Just as the foal emerges, a comet flies above them lighting up the night sky. 

Crucis, exhausted lays against the cool ground. After a few minutes of rest, she sits up and begins to lick off the gangly wet newborn who weakly tries to lift her head off the ground. The newborn blends into the night sky as Crucis’ ethereal light glows over her. While licking the dark filly’s head, Crucis smiles as she recognizes the crescent on the filly’s forehead, the same sigil as the one on hers. Amen beams, watching Crucis as her maternal instincts kick in. 

The young filly looks wide eyed at her doting mother and father. A small nicker escapes her lips as Crucis wraps her head over her, nickering in response. Crucis stands up, shaking off before gently supporting the wobbly filly to her feet. The filly makes her way to her mother’s nipple as she sucks happily with her little tail wagging before laying back down and falling asleep between her loving parents. 


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]]> <![CDATA[chaser [Beyza]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31778 Sun, 14 Jul 2024 00:46:47 +0000 Diable Rouge]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31778
Diable Rouge
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Winter approached quickly upon his arrival in the Dale. 

Diable Rouge was unacquainted with the frigidness of the season, having lived most of his life in warmer climates. Further, in his death, the afterlife's temperature was quite mild. So, Rou was not accustomed to a winter chill. His red coat grew thicker this year, but it was patchy, as if it couldn't decide how long he would need the warmth. Each bitter breeze came with a sharp shiver that the chaser felt down to his core, so he spent most of his time hiding in a den he had found close to the lake. He figured if he could survive this first winter, the next one would be better - or, at least he hoped. 

Today, the sun was shining enough that Diable Rouge decided to treat himself for a walk to the lake. AuroraElis had taken a trip to visit a friend, and while Rou always desired more time with her, he thought maybe it would be a good time to meet some other citizens of the Dale. Rou sauntered towards the frozen lake, taking in the scenery. The conifers bare limbs were coated in thick layers of ice, glimmering in the afternoon light. A thin layer of powdered snow dusted the ground beneath him, and Rou acknowledged quietly to himself how glad he was to not have to be wet on top of his coldness. 

The chaser reached the lake and pressed his hoof into its frozen surface. It crunched beneath him, allowing him just enough room to lower his head and take a drink. After having his fill, he lifted his head, searching for any sign of life around him. 
I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure


 sorry this took forever  Angel]]>
Diable Rouge
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Winter approached quickly upon his arrival in the Dale. 

Diable Rouge was unacquainted with the frigidness of the season, having lived most of his life in warmer climates. Further, in his death, the afterlife's temperature was quite mild. So, Rou was not accustomed to a winter chill. His red coat grew thicker this year, but it was patchy, as if it couldn't decide how long he would need the warmth. Each bitter breeze came with a sharp shiver that the chaser felt down to his core, so he spent most of his time hiding in a den he had found close to the lake. He figured if he could survive this first winter, the next one would be better - or, at least he hoped. 

Today, the sun was shining enough that Diable Rouge decided to treat himself for a walk to the lake. AuroraElis had taken a trip to visit a friend, and while Rou always desired more time with her, he thought maybe it would be a good time to meet some other citizens of the Dale. Rou sauntered towards the frozen lake, taking in the scenery. The conifers bare limbs were coated in thick layers of ice, glimmering in the afternoon light. A thin layer of powdered snow dusted the ground beneath him, and Rou acknowledged quietly to himself how glad he was to not have to be wet on top of his coldness. 

The chaser reached the lake and pressed his hoof into its frozen surface. It crunched beneath him, allowing him just enough room to lower his head and take a drink. After having his fill, he lifted his head, searching for any sign of life around him. 
I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure


 sorry this took forever  Angel]]> <![CDATA[Power of Friendship {AuroraElis}]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31775 Mon, 08 Jul 2024 14:47:50 +0000 Crucis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31775
Crucis
 
The moon shimmers serenely over the icy waters. Crucis takes her hoof and gently taps the crust, causing water to bubble above the icy surface. She lowers her head and gently drinks as the water pools under her mouth.  A slight breeze fills the air, causing the thicker coat on her body to raise up. She looks at her reflection, her belly looking larger than normal. The sound of nearby crunching of snow and ice catches her attention. She raises and turns her head to the sound as it gets closer. "Hello?”She calls out, standing still, not seeing the source of the noise. 

A familiar face breaks through the moonlight. She smiles, relieved. "Hey,”she greets, shifting her weight from one side to the other, making her look even larger. "You alone? Where is everyone?”


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Crucis
 
The moon shimmers serenely over the icy waters. Crucis takes her hoof and gently taps the crust, causing water to bubble above the icy surface. She lowers her head and gently drinks as the water pools under her mouth.  A slight breeze fills the air, causing the thicker coat on her body to raise up. She looks at her reflection, her belly looking larger than normal. The sound of nearby crunching of snow and ice catches her attention. She raises and turns her head to the sound as it gets closer. "Hello?”She calls out, standing still, not seeing the source of the noise. 

A familiar face breaks through the moonlight. She smiles, relieved. "Hey,”she greets, shifting her weight from one side to the other, making her look even larger. "You alone? Where is everyone?”


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]]> <![CDATA[Not All That Glitters is Gold[Jack and Phoebus]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31753 Tue, 25 Jun 2024 23:06:04 +0000 AuroraElis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31753

AuroraElis

At everyone's concurrence with the plan the peacock gowned mare heads east, Jack on one side, Phoebus on the other.  She expects there to be some awkwardness and so she tries to conjure up some conversation for the trek to the water border.  Her eye fixes on Jack as she tells him that Phoebus had been born in Tephra many years ago and that his father had died when he was very young.  That she had actually went to go find him when his father had returned from a diplomatic visit but couldn't find him anywhere.  When she returned, she found Rou had died and she had been looking for Phoebus ever since.  That that is why she was on the beach when Jack came across her.  She figured if she was on the beach she would find him one day, on his last day.  Of course, he never showed and now she knew why...

Her gaze then shifts to Phoebus with a smile as her stride continues.  To lighten the mood of the situation she jokes, "Well at least I found one missing child today." 

She wants to ask him where he has been all these years.  What he has done in his life and if he was happy.  She had missed so much of his life, and she wonders if she was partially to blame.  But she doesn't inquire further, not here, not now.  They would have time to catch up later.

Lowering her head slightly, her navy eyes turn to the saturated ground.  It had rained not too long ago, and the dirt was easily impressable.  They should be able to see tracks if anyone has been this way recently...

Not all that glitters is gold



 
 
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AuroraElis

At everyone's concurrence with the plan the peacock gowned mare heads east, Jack on one side, Phoebus on the other.  She expects there to be some awkwardness and so she tries to conjure up some conversation for the trek to the water border.  Her eye fixes on Jack as she tells him that Phoebus had been born in Tephra many years ago and that his father had died when he was very young.  That she had actually went to go find him when his father had returned from a diplomatic visit but couldn't find him anywhere.  When she returned, she found Rou had died and she had been looking for Phoebus ever since.  That that is why she was on the beach when Jack came across her.  She figured if she was on the beach she would find him one day, on his last day.  Of course, he never showed and now she knew why...

Her gaze then shifts to Phoebus with a smile as her stride continues.  To lighten the mood of the situation she jokes, "Well at least I found one missing child today." 

She wants to ask him where he has been all these years.  What he has done in his life and if he was happy.  She had missed so much of his life, and she wonders if she was partially to blame.  But she doesn't inquire further, not here, not now.  They would have time to catch up later.

Lowering her head slightly, her navy eyes turn to the saturated ground.  It had rained not too long ago, and the dirt was easily impressable.  They should be able to see tracks if anyone has been this way recently...

Not all that glitters is gold



 
 
There would be four sets of tracks if anyone wants to pick up on that part Wink]]> <![CDATA[chaser [Aurora]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31748 Tue, 25 Jun 2024 01:51:52 +0000 Diable Rouge]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31748
Diable Rouge
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Diable Rouge had promised her he'd come back this time, after he had found their son. 

Admittedly, that task took him longer than expected, and Phoebus was not particularly happy to see him. Diable Rouge was disappointed, but not surprised. He couldn't imagine the pain, anger, and confusion his son was feeling...but what mattered is that Phoebus was alive, and would go to the Dale to see his mother eventually. Rou had secretly hoped Phoebus would travel with him, but his baby was not such a baby anymore, and he had to accept that. Maybe one day he could forgive, but for now, Rou had other things to attend to. 

The journey to the Dale was pleasant until it wasn't. The rocky terrain proved hard for Rou to navigate, and he tried his best to stay on the pathways, avoiding the boulders. He was thankful when he finally reached the center of the kingdom. The crisp autumn wind blew gently through his thick mane and the chaser decided to trot to the large, crystalline lake. He bowed his head and took a long drink of water. 

When he finally raised his head, he flared is nostrils, trying to catch the scent of AuroraElis. There were a lot of scents, but he couldn't quite place hers. Diable Rouge let out a nicker, calling to her, urging her to come to him. 
I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure


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Diable Rouge
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Diable Rouge had promised her he'd come back this time, after he had found their son. 

Admittedly, that task took him longer than expected, and Phoebus was not particularly happy to see him. Diable Rouge was disappointed, but not surprised. He couldn't imagine the pain, anger, and confusion his son was feeling...but what mattered is that Phoebus was alive, and would go to the Dale to see his mother eventually. Rou had secretly hoped Phoebus would travel with him, but his baby was not such a baby anymore, and he had to accept that. Maybe one day he could forgive, but for now, Rou had other things to attend to. 

The journey to the Dale was pleasant until it wasn't. The rocky terrain proved hard for Rou to navigate, and he tried his best to stay on the pathways, avoiding the boulders. He was thankful when he finally reached the center of the kingdom. The crisp autumn wind blew gently through his thick mane and the chaser decided to trot to the large, crystalline lake. He bowed his head and took a long drink of water. 

When he finally raised his head, he flared is nostrils, trying to catch the scent of AuroraElis. There were a lot of scents, but he couldn't quite place hers. Diable Rouge let out a nicker, calling to her, urging her to come to him. 
I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure


]]> <![CDATA[Not All That Glitters is Gold[Family]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31736 Sat, 22 Jun 2024 13:08:04 +0000 AuroraElis]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31736

AuroraElis

She traverses the space between the where she had come to be that night and where she should be now.  The tips of her bright plumage drag across water, dirt and stone alike, dulling their vibrancy with the sentiments of her journey.

When she finally arrives in the Dale it is midday.  Her eyes look about frantically, expecting to see her family gathered with inquires on where she had disappeared to.  But there is no one.

She arrives at the mouth of their shelter.  Empty.  It didn't surprise her that they were not within the confines of the stone walls.

Turning, her gaze falls on the lake shores.  No one.

Her heartbeat quickens as she pulls herself into the open meadow with a quickened pace.  She turns left, then spins right.  "Jack?" She calls out, caramel ears twisting atop her head, seeking any reply.

"Eviction?  Escence?!" Again, she calls out.  But as before no reply comes.

Panic begins to set in causing sweat to dampen her usually light coat.  Her breathes become shallow and fast as her eyes shift and body turns.  The walls of her world begin to close in around her.  She closes her eyes.

Breathe, Aurora, just breathe.

Maybe they had simply gone to look for her, she tries to convince herself.  When her eyes finally open, she is not alone.

Not all that glitters is gold

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AuroraElis

She traverses the space between the where she had come to be that night and where she should be now.  The tips of her bright plumage drag across water, dirt and stone alike, dulling their vibrancy with the sentiments of her journey.

When she finally arrives in the Dale it is midday.  Her eyes look about frantically, expecting to see her family gathered with inquires on where she had disappeared to.  But there is no one.

She arrives at the mouth of their shelter.  Empty.  It didn't surprise her that they were not within the confines of the stone walls.

Turning, her gaze falls on the lake shores.  No one.

Her heartbeat quickens as she pulls herself into the open meadow with a quickened pace.  She turns left, then spins right.  "Jack?" She calls out, caramel ears twisting atop her head, seeking any reply.

"Eviction?  Escence?!" Again, she calls out.  But as before no reply comes.

Panic begins to set in causing sweat to dampen her usually light coat.  Her breathes become shallow and fast as her eyes shift and body turns.  The walls of her world begin to close in around her.  She closes her eyes.

Breathe, Aurora, just breathe.

Maybe they had simply gone to look for her, she tries to convince herself.  When her eyes finally open, she is not alone.

Not all that glitters is gold

]]> <![CDATA[ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS [Twins]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31684 Fri, 24 May 2024 15:01:30 +0000 Zain]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31684

Life was short… for some unfortunate mortal beings of their world.  Succumbing to sickness and disease; a cesspool of wonderful chaos unleashed upon the inhabitants of Beqanna. 

Though he was not exempt to these things, they did not affect him the same. He wondered though if his spawn were in fact destined to an untimely fate.

They cross the undead things mind more these days.  It had already been a year since they were born into this cruel world.  That was enough time for them to enjoy their childhood wasn't it? 

Dare he say he misses seeing them…  So these musings bring him to the Dales border.  He's unsure if they still reside within the kingdom but he has a hunch they have remained in the isolated protection of the land.

His decomposing body steps begrudgingly into the spring waters of the kingdom's moat.  He thought wings to be below him but in times like these he wished he could avoid contact with the land. 

Once at the other side his red glowing eyes scan the terrain.  They shouldn't be hard to spot, being on fire and all.

A sound creeps up behind him and he turns to find an unusual sight.

Zain
ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


This will be the steal post for the twin flames(Escence and Eviction). Beetlejuice will be joining. Steal terms are for one BQ year starting the day of success.

 
 
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Life was short… for some unfortunate mortal beings of their world.  Succumbing to sickness and disease; a cesspool of wonderful chaos unleashed upon the inhabitants of Beqanna. 

Though he was not exempt to these things, they did not affect him the same. He wondered though if his spawn were in fact destined to an untimely fate.

They cross the undead things mind more these days.  It had already been a year since they were born into this cruel world.  That was enough time for them to enjoy their childhood wasn't it? 

Dare he say he misses seeing them…  So these musings bring him to the Dales border.  He's unsure if they still reside within the kingdom but he has a hunch they have remained in the isolated protection of the land.

His decomposing body steps begrudgingly into the spring waters of the kingdom's moat.  He thought wings to be below him but in times like these he wished he could avoid contact with the land. 

Once at the other side his red glowing eyes scan the terrain.  They shouldn't be hard to spot, being on fire and all.

A sound creeps up behind him and he turns to find an unusual sight.

Zain
ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS


This will be the steal post for the twin flames(Escence and Eviction). Beetlejuice will be joining. Steal terms are for one BQ year starting the day of success.

 
 
]]> <![CDATA[Twin Flames [Escence]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31682 Fri, 24 May 2024 00:07:39 +0000 Eviction]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31682
Escence & Eviction
~Twin Flame~

He had awaken at the crack of dawn as usual.  With a stretch and yawn, he shakes the sleep away.  The glow of his eyes illuminated the darkened cavern to reveal his mother and Jack gone.  He thinks it strange for only a moment and then walks towards the entrance to great the day.

The birds were bustling about, chirping their morning songs as he stepped into the grassy plain.  His eyes rove about the area, expecting to see someone, but his search comes up empty.  "Hmmm," he thinks aloud, "strange."  With no more than a roll of his shoulder, he begins to walk to the lake for a refreshing drink. 

There was a bit of a breeze that sent his thick glowing locks dancing along his neck and hindquarters as he walked along.  Soon reaching the water's edge he lowers his masked face to the surface, pursing his lips and sipping until he was satisfied.  

With a rise to his head, he catches the glimpse of fire in his peripheral vision.  Had he been anyone other than who he was it may have startled him, but he knows it is only his fire twin that has finally awaken.

She races happily to his side and dips her own head to the waters.  "Good morning sleeping beauty," he taunts with a devious smile.  Her retort is swift, as expected, and he laughs when she makes a fuss.  She was so easily riled.

"Looks like Mom and Jack left early this morning... What do you want to do today?" He inquires, knowing that they haven't spent much time alone together.  Not after the river incident...



Just a twinsie thread to learn some magic control methods but if anyone else has muse feel free to come upon them : )]]>
Escence & Eviction
~Twin Flame~

He had awaken at the crack of dawn as usual.  With a stretch and yawn, he shakes the sleep away.  The glow of his eyes illuminated the darkened cavern to reveal his mother and Jack gone.  He thinks it strange for only a moment and then walks towards the entrance to great the day.

The birds were bustling about, chirping their morning songs as he stepped into the grassy plain.  His eyes rove about the area, expecting to see someone, but his search comes up empty.  "Hmmm," he thinks aloud, "strange."  With no more than a roll of his shoulder, he begins to walk to the lake for a refreshing drink. 

There was a bit of a breeze that sent his thick glowing locks dancing along his neck and hindquarters as he walked along.  Soon reaching the water's edge he lowers his masked face to the surface, pursing his lips and sipping until he was satisfied.  

With a rise to his head, he catches the glimpse of fire in his peripheral vision.  Had he been anyone other than who he was it may have startled him, but he knows it is only his fire twin that has finally awaken.

She races happily to his side and dips her own head to the waters.  "Good morning sleeping beauty," he taunts with a devious smile.  Her retort is swift, as expected, and he laughs when she makes a fuss.  She was so easily riled.

"Looks like Mom and Jack left early this morning... What do you want to do today?" He inquires, knowing that they haven't spent much time alone together.  Not after the river incident...



Just a twinsie thread to learn some magic control methods but if anyone else has muse feel free to come upon them : )]]> <![CDATA[It's A New Dawn[Amen]]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31678 Tue, 21 May 2024 13:12:58 +0000 EkstaCee]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31678

Wrapped in a loving embrace, I drift into the only place I've known thus far.  But there is a new figure here with me; tall, dark, wings and scales.  I call him father and he walks with me in my dream world.  

This world is bright and beautiful today, dotted with colorful summer blooms around a lake the color of my aqua eyes.  My body, long and lean, bounds about in the tall grasses; bringing me to stand at the edge of the reflective pool.  I smile happily as I look across it, my father coming to stand beside me proudly.  Wanna go for a flight?  He asks and I look up to him with eager eyes.

The skies were a pale blue with scarce fluffy white clouds as I watch him unfurl his great wings and take to the air with a few thrusts to the appendages.  Even though they share the same blood, they were quite opposite in more ways than one.  Him a dark winged being, me as heavenly as the clear summer sky.

I lunge into the atmosphere; my paws stepping lightly on the air molecules.  They support my mass with as much ease as the earthly ground in which I leapt from.  Each step taking me higher and higher until I am leaping from cloud to cloud.

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There is a rubble that vibrates me awake, opening my eyes to the cavern which is my birthplace.  Tucked to my father's side, cradled in an upside-down fashion, my head lifts as I hear the rumble once again.  My elongated face turns, as does my ear, to seek the source of the noise.  It is in that moment of silence I look upon my fathers scaled face sleeping so peacefully, his only movement that of his chest as he draws in a deep breath.  Then there is the noise again, coming from the large dark mass as he exhales.

My long body turns to bring myself to my paws; my eyes still glued on my father's face.  I take a single step then another, dragging my back half along with me until I am an inch away from his head.  I examine him carefully, trying to understand what the noise means to tell me.

With a twitch of my tasseled tail, I retain my wide-eyed stare awaiting clarity...

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kstaCee


 Apparently, baby dragons don't know what snoring is XD]]>

Wrapped in a loving embrace, I drift into the only place I've known thus far.  But there is a new figure here with me; tall, dark, wings and scales.  I call him father and he walks with me in my dream world.  

This world is bright and beautiful today, dotted with colorful summer blooms around a lake the color of my aqua eyes.  My body, long and lean, bounds about in the tall grasses; bringing me to stand at the edge of the reflective pool.  I smile happily as I look across it, my father coming to stand beside me proudly.  Wanna go for a flight?  He asks and I look up to him with eager eyes.

The skies were a pale blue with scarce fluffy white clouds as I watch him unfurl his great wings and take to the air with a few thrusts to the appendages.  Even though they share the same blood, they were quite opposite in more ways than one.  Him a dark winged being, me as heavenly as the clear summer sky.

I lunge into the atmosphere; my paws stepping lightly on the air molecules.  They support my mass with as much ease as the earthly ground in which I leapt from.  Each step taking me higher and higher until I am leaping from cloud to cloud.

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There is a rubble that vibrates me awake, opening my eyes to the cavern which is my birthplace.  Tucked to my father's side, cradled in an upside-down fashion, my head lifts as I hear the rumble once again.  My elongated face turns, as does my ear, to seek the source of the noise.  It is in that moment of silence I look upon my fathers scaled face sleeping so peacefully, his only movement that of his chest as he draws in a deep breath.  Then there is the noise again, coming from the large dark mass as he exhales.

My long body turns to bring myself to my paws; my eyes still glued on my father's face.  I take a single step then another, dragging my back half along with me until I am an inch away from his head.  I examine him carefully, trying to understand what the noise means to tell me.

With a twitch of my tasseled tail, I retain my wide-eyed stare awaiting clarity...

E
kstaCee


 Apparently, baby dragons don't know what snoring is XD]]> <![CDATA[how could i fear any hurricane, beyza]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31673 Sun, 19 May 2024 21:23:31 +0000 Torryn]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31673
YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR

She has crossed his mind too many times since their last meeting for him to continue to ignore it.

It is not so much an infatuation with her directly — though she is, of course, beautiful; brightly lit and blindingly white, the near polar opposite of his swarthy shadows, with that electrifying undercurrent of magic. Instead it is the never-ending chain of thoughts that often haunted him after he had been with someone, the guilt that quickly took the place of pleasure once he remembered the downside to the possibility that such things could result in children.

It is not that he viewed any of his children as mistakes; he is the mistake. 

He is the one that should not be subjecting innocents to a life like his, a life lived in the darkness and suffering from cravings that control your every waking moment, the kind that alienates you and makes having any kind of lasting relationship virtually impossible (he thinks of Despoina, and as always it feels like a twist of a blade lodged in his chest — where is she? Had he left her, or did she finally grow tired of the madness he created in her?). Of the children he has (that he is aware of) none have escaped at least some kind of ill fate, and he knows that it is entirely his doing. 

And so his uneasy thoughts drive him away from the solitude of the forest that he so prefers, knowing that the only way he will find respite from this anxious thinking is to confirm once and for all if his fears are unfounded. 

She had said that she was living in a place called the Dale now, and while it is an unfamiliar kingdom (truth be told they all are, but this one is unfamiliar even by name) he finds it easy enough. He had waited for nightfall, and though the subtle shifting of the shadows that cloaked his body caused him to mostly blend in, he knew that she would not miss the glowing crimson of his eyes if she were nearby, and even more likely that she would be aware that an outsider had entered her kingdom.
T O R R Y N


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YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR

She has crossed his mind too many times since their last meeting for him to continue to ignore it.

It is not so much an infatuation with her directly — though she is, of course, beautiful; brightly lit and blindingly white, the near polar opposite of his swarthy shadows, with that electrifying undercurrent of magic. Instead it is the never-ending chain of thoughts that often haunted him after he had been with someone, the guilt that quickly took the place of pleasure once he remembered the downside to the possibility that such things could result in children.

It is not that he viewed any of his children as mistakes; he is the mistake. 

He is the one that should not be subjecting innocents to a life like his, a life lived in the darkness and suffering from cravings that control your every waking moment, the kind that alienates you and makes having any kind of lasting relationship virtually impossible (he thinks of Despoina, and as always it feels like a twist of a blade lodged in his chest — where is she? Had he left her, or did she finally grow tired of the madness he created in her?). Of the children he has (that he is aware of) none have escaped at least some kind of ill fate, and he knows that it is entirely his doing. 

And so his uneasy thoughts drive him away from the solitude of the forest that he so prefers, knowing that the only way he will find respite from this anxious thinking is to confirm once and for all if his fears are unfounded. 

She had said that she was living in a place called the Dale now, and while it is an unfamiliar kingdom (truth be told they all are, but this one is unfamiliar even by name) he finds it easy enough. He had waited for nightfall, and though the subtle shifting of the shadows that cloaked his body caused him to mostly blend in, he knew that she would not miss the glowing crimson of his eyes if she were nearby, and even more likely that she would be aware that an outsider had entered her kingdom.
T O R R Y N


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