<![CDATA[Beqanna - Loess]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/ Fri, 24 Apr 2026 20:20:59 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[you know i never forgot]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30441 Sun, 24 Oct 2021 02:03:04 +0000 Areane]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30441 Areane rarely has a moment alone.

She hadn't been born alone, and since that moment, there has always been Starros. There had been her brother, and then there had been their father and their mother. Their dam has many names; she has heard their pale sire call her everything from Wildling to dear to milady. Their father also apparently has many names; by the time that she and her twin are old enough to wander around Loess without one of their parents in the immediate vicinity, Areane learns that their father is called everything from Champion to Glow Worm.

But she also learns other things.

The canyons of their home are everywhere. As a young pegasi, there are plenty of ledges to find (and though they have been told otherwise, now they are supposed to be napping), Areane is eager to find one now. It isn't uncommon for Mother to not always be in the cavern nest that they bed down in each night, and as the young filly glances in both direction, she smiles at the realization that there are hours yet until dusk. Her excitement manifests the small red pebbles around her hooves and they roll together to make a small lizard, one that scurries towards a nook where Areane knows her brother goes to escape the midday heat.

"Starros?" she calls out, and before the final echo of her high voice rings against sandstone walls, another rock lizard scurries around the corner.


]]> Areane rarely has a moment alone.

She hadn't been born alone, and since that moment, there has always been Starros. There had been her brother, and then there had been their father and their mother. Their dam has many names; she has heard their pale sire call her everything from Wildling to dear to milady. Their father also apparently has many names; by the time that she and her twin are old enough to wander around Loess without one of their parents in the immediate vicinity, Areane learns that their father is called everything from Champion to Glow Worm.

But she also learns other things.

The canyons of their home are everywhere. As a young pegasi, there are plenty of ledges to find (and though they have been told otherwise, now they are supposed to be napping), Areane is eager to find one now. It isn't uncommon for Mother to not always be in the cavern nest that they bed down in each night, and as the young filly glances in both direction, she smiles at the realization that there are hours yet until dusk. Her excitement manifests the small red pebbles around her hooves and they roll together to make a small lizard, one that scurries towards a nook where Areane knows her brother goes to escape the midday heat.

"Starros?" she calls out, and before the final echo of her high voice rings against sandstone walls, another rock lizard scurries around the corner.


]]> <![CDATA[dark clouds will follow -- any]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30328 Wed, 29 Sep 2021 22:08:00 +0000 Skandar]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30328
He had never been to Loess.

The craggy canyons and mountain buttes never quite found him, despite the closeness in which its dryness brushes into the grasslands of what was once was his childhood home. He has no reason to have come here before and it had never occurred to him to do so; not until she had spoken of it, her voice heavy with secrets and a singular purpose for his visit. She gave him a name and a face - Cheri, an onyx mare dripping with crystal jade that frames the slender, pretty face of the new queen.

Skandar comes only to listen and to discover - there is no maliciousness in his intentions, despite the way he slides like a shadow between the stillness of the cactus and scrubs. The Pampas and Loess are allies, after all, but the stallion still cannot accept that anyone would enjoy his presence, as has been the case in each event in his past. For this reason, he abandons the constellations and the mixture of orange, violet, and indigo that marks him unique and intriguing, a sore thumb among the openness of the kingdom.

He cloaks himself in darkness, the ripple of his skin moving in a grotesque wave from nose to tail. Black as night, smooth and muscular, with gold splashed across his neck and face as if he had taken a stroll through the sun itself. It has become easier to mimic Obscene (spending so much time with the stallion made it simple, memorizing each part of his mannerisms and his features which are not so unlike his own) but he is certain there are parts of him that are unlike the true Prince of the Pampas. The red eyes, however, are perhaps the easiest part as Skandar has access naturally to such a bold gaze within his own abilities.

One who did not know the red-eyed stallion extremely well would easily look past that there is something not quite right, accepting without hesitancy that he is, in fact, Obscene. Perhaps someone close to him, one who studies each intricate part of the black stallion, would notice a flaw or two if they were to look too closely at the golden flecks that adorn his muscular chest and handsome face.

There is no way he’d be able to mimic the Fae that runs in the Prince’s blood and even to attempt to cover his body in glittering scales may prove to be too difficult to pull off, especially in the midst of conversating.

The sun’s brightness burns red and orange, a dying light as the unfamiliar landscape is bathed in the supple gold of sunset. Skandar’s now taller, heavier build forces the stallion to slow to a walk, unfamiliar with the way it feels on his bones. He halts before one of the salt springs, carrying his head high to gaze out across the vast canyons and craggy ledges that stretch out before him.

skandar

i want to be the bullet
that brings you to your knees


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He had never been to Loess.

The craggy canyons and mountain buttes never quite found him, despite the closeness in which its dryness brushes into the grasslands of what was once was his childhood home. He has no reason to have come here before and it had never occurred to him to do so; not until she had spoken of it, her voice heavy with secrets and a singular purpose for his visit. She gave him a name and a face - Cheri, an onyx mare dripping with crystal jade that frames the slender, pretty face of the new queen.

Skandar comes only to listen and to discover - there is no maliciousness in his intentions, despite the way he slides like a shadow between the stillness of the cactus and scrubs. The Pampas and Loess are allies, after all, but the stallion still cannot accept that anyone would enjoy his presence, as has been the case in each event in his past. For this reason, he abandons the constellations and the mixture of orange, violet, and indigo that marks him unique and intriguing, a sore thumb among the openness of the kingdom.

He cloaks himself in darkness, the ripple of his skin moving in a grotesque wave from nose to tail. Black as night, smooth and muscular, with gold splashed across his neck and face as if he had taken a stroll through the sun itself. It has become easier to mimic Obscene (spending so much time with the stallion made it simple, memorizing each part of his mannerisms and his features which are not so unlike his own) but he is certain there are parts of him that are unlike the true Prince of the Pampas. The red eyes, however, are perhaps the easiest part as Skandar has access naturally to such a bold gaze within his own abilities.

One who did not know the red-eyed stallion extremely well would easily look past that there is something not quite right, accepting without hesitancy that he is, in fact, Obscene. Perhaps someone close to him, one who studies each intricate part of the black stallion, would notice a flaw or two if they were to look too closely at the golden flecks that adorn his muscular chest and handsome face.

There is no way he’d be able to mimic the Fae that runs in the Prince’s blood and even to attempt to cover his body in glittering scales may prove to be too difficult to pull off, especially in the midst of conversating.

The sun’s brightness burns red and orange, a dying light as the unfamiliar landscape is bathed in the supple gold of sunset. Skandar’s now taller, heavier build forces the stallion to slow to a walk, unfamiliar with the way it feels on his bones. He halts before one of the salt springs, carrying his head high to gaze out across the vast canyons and craggy ledges that stretch out before him.

skandar

i want to be the bullet
that brings you to your knees


]]> <![CDATA[did all my dreams mean one thing?]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30298 Sun, 19 Sep 2021 23:15:03 +0000 Tarian]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30298 .template2_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px; /*frame width*/padding: 20px;background: #0a0833; /*background color*/border: 1px solid #45396d; /*border size, style, and color*/}.template2_container p {margin: 0;}.template2_image {border: 1px solid #000; /*image border size, style, and color*/}.template2_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/padding: 0px 0;color: #000; /*message font color*/}.template2_name {text-align: center;font: 32px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*name font size and face*/color: #921FA0; /*message font color*/padding: 0;}.template2_quote {text-align: center;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*quote font size and face*/font-style: italic;color: #; /*quote font color*/padding: 0;}



Spring had finally come.

The first season of Cheri's rule had so far been quiet, and Tarian indulged himself in the monotony of it. (It might have bothered him when he had been a younger stallion, but now he is glad for the peace. He is grateful that his child will be born into calm rather than conquest.) His patrols continued, and as the warmth began to thaw out the canyons and crevices of Loess, new life had started to emerge. The Altissimas by the coast were blooming again.

Storms had begun to blow through again, and it had been the distant tremble of thunder that had accompanied his morning route.

Wildling is often on his mind, and Tarian found that his duties as Champion were becoming harder and harder. Each time he left, there was an impending sense of dread. He tried not to show it much; Tarian was often aloof with his feelings, but with each step he took away from their small cavern, Tarian battled a growing fear for Altissima each time he left her behind. What if something happened? What if she went into labor and something went wrong?

He had been an able-minded General. Tarian could look at battlefields and measure up opponents (unless they had magical abilities to turn into an alligator). He knew how to fight - how to angle and pivot and turn his body so that it might injure another.

Tarian had no clue on what do where it concerned Altissima, especially the way her lithe frame had seemed to have doubled over the coming weeks.

"Altissima?" he called out as he approached their small corner of Loess, and the baritone of his voice echoed against the sandstone. The silver pegasus had taken to doing this upon each return, not wanting to startle her. Not when it could prompt the arrival of their unborn child.

TARIAN






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Spring had finally come.

The first season of Cheri's rule had so far been quiet, and Tarian indulged himself in the monotony of it. (It might have bothered him when he had been a younger stallion, but now he is glad for the peace. He is grateful that his child will be born into calm rather than conquest.) His patrols continued, and as the warmth began to thaw out the canyons and crevices of Loess, new life had started to emerge. The Altissimas by the coast were blooming again.

Storms had begun to blow through again, and it had been the distant tremble of thunder that had accompanied his morning route.

Wildling is often on his mind, and Tarian found that his duties as Champion were becoming harder and harder. Each time he left, there was an impending sense of dread. He tried not to show it much; Tarian was often aloof with his feelings, but with each step he took away from their small cavern, Tarian battled a growing fear for Altissima each time he left her behind. What if something happened? What if she went into labor and something went wrong?

He had been an able-minded General. Tarian could look at battlefields and measure up opponents (unless they had magical abilities to turn into an alligator). He knew how to fight - how to angle and pivot and turn his body so that it might injure another.

Tarian had no clue on what do where it concerned Altissima, especially the way her lithe frame had seemed to have doubled over the coming weeks.

"Altissima?" he called out as he approached their small corner of Loess, and the baritone of his voice echoed against the sandstone. The silver pegasus had taken to doing this upon each return, not wanting to startle her. Not when it could prompt the arrival of their unborn child.

TARIAN






]]> <![CDATA[oh, if they dusted me for prints]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30220 Wed, 08 Sep 2021 18:32:29 +0000 Elegance]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30220

Elegance had finally been given the one thing that she had always wanted.

Her freedom.

She could finally soar from one corner of Beqanna to the other. She could roam as much as she pleased. Her youngest siblings were now of an age that they had started exploring themselves, and yet everytime that Elegance left the Taiga, she got pulled back through some string of guilt. She could never stay away long, even if she wished to. Not when she could see her father struggling with his worry, or the way that her mother reflected it back at him.

So Elegance would go out to explore the world, and with each trip, she would bring back a story for the siblings and cousins who had chosen to stay within the Taiga.

It seemed to help a little. Luminesce had stories of her own and the two sisters seemed to enjoy elaborating them together for their younger brother and sister. It was like a contest between them; if Ellie had flown over a mountain, then Lumi had soared over a range. If Ellie climbed the Tephran volcano, then it was Lumi who made it erupt. It was something that, in normal circumstances, would have annoyed Elegance. But the stories they created made their remaining siblings laugh and shriek and it was a welcome distraction to the glaring absence of their brother, Bolder.

There had been no talk of retrieving him. No discussion on when he was coming home. Only that he had chosen to stay in Hyaline, and they were not to go there.

The soaring pegasus had almost veered that way, to check on her brother, despite her father's wishes. But the pale female is on another mission today. They had a grandfather out there (and another as well, but Ellie knew better than to mention him to Nashua) and after much discussion with her twin, Elegance had decided to seek him out. A gray pegasus with a steely gaze was what she recalled from her mother's few mentions of him. A sight that might be common across Beqanna expect that her cousins had returned from Cheri's coronation with rumors of not one but two gray pegasi in the Southern kingdom.

Landing well past the border (and perhaps that is the reckless side of her, the one that doesn't care for kingdom boundaries), Elegance spends the day searching for them both. The first she finds is one with blue eyes and not who she is searching for. The second she finds has his back turned to her and as Ellie comes to a stop, she wishes that she had paid better attention to his name (she's bad at them all - what are the names of her aunt and uncle? Cozumelda? Cassanderian?). "Ishmael?" the young horse calls out, wondering if this was the gray that she was searching for, with a frown and irritated shake of her white wings.

ELEGANCE

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for grandpa <3]]>

Elegance had finally been given the one thing that she had always wanted.

Her freedom.

She could finally soar from one corner of Beqanna to the other. She could roam as much as she pleased. Her youngest siblings were now of an age that they had started exploring themselves, and yet everytime that Elegance left the Taiga, she got pulled back through some string of guilt. She could never stay away long, even if she wished to. Not when she could see her father struggling with his worry, or the way that her mother reflected it back at him.

So Elegance would go out to explore the world, and with each trip, she would bring back a story for the siblings and cousins who had chosen to stay within the Taiga.

It seemed to help a little. Luminesce had stories of her own and the two sisters seemed to enjoy elaborating them together for their younger brother and sister. It was like a contest between them; if Ellie had flown over a mountain, then Lumi had soared over a range. If Ellie climbed the Tephran volcano, then it was Lumi who made it erupt. It was something that, in normal circumstances, would have annoyed Elegance. But the stories they created made their remaining siblings laugh and shriek and it was a welcome distraction to the glaring absence of their brother, Bolder.

There had been no talk of retrieving him. No discussion on when he was coming home. Only that he had chosen to stay in Hyaline, and they were not to go there.

The soaring pegasus had almost veered that way, to check on her brother, despite her father's wishes. But the pale female is on another mission today. They had a grandfather out there (and another as well, but Ellie knew better than to mention him to Nashua) and after much discussion with her twin, Elegance had decided to seek him out. A gray pegasus with a steely gaze was what she recalled from her mother's few mentions of him. A sight that might be common across Beqanna expect that her cousins had returned from Cheri's coronation with rumors of not one but two gray pegasi in the Southern kingdom.

Landing well past the border (and perhaps that is the reckless side of her, the one that doesn't care for kingdom boundaries), Elegance spends the day searching for them both. The first she finds is one with blue eyes and not who she is searching for. The second she finds has his back turned to her and as Ellie comes to a stop, she wishes that she had paid better attention to his name (she's bad at them all - what are the names of her aunt and uncle? Cozumelda? Cassanderian?). "Ishmael?" the young horse calls out, wondering if this was the gray that she was searching for, with a frown and irritated shake of her white wings.

ELEGANCE

image credit to insane<3


for grandpa <3]]> <![CDATA[jump before you fall again]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30160 Fri, 03 Sep 2021 23:04:08 +0000 Altissima]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30160
Although the winters in Loess were not the worst she had ever seen, they grate on her. It isn’t feasible to spend every second in the hot springs or curled next to Tarian, sheltered beneath his wing, so there are always parts of the day where she is uncomfortable. She tries to move, tries to wander and explore Loess and the surrounding areas to keep her mind off of the chill - of the memories that it brings back - but she has been so tired that finding that energy is rare.

Today she had thought to try to take shelter in the cave that Tarian had shown her, but the wind from the sea blew right into the entrance and she was forced to leave it. The soft white feathers of her wings are ruffled in her irritation as she alternates pacing and dozing until she catches sight of a very familiar grey form coming towards her - done with his duties for now as the sun begins to sink and make way for another chilly night.

Her heart thrills at the sight of him, as it always does, but she cannot quite help the bite in her voice when she moves forward to greet him. “Why couldn’t you live in Tephra?” She tries to think of where the other warmer lands were, and pictures white sand beaches instead of white snow. Her grumpiness heats her eyes to a bright pink, a colour that had been scarce over the last year, and it is at odds with the way she traces the lines of his neck, checking to make sure there were no injuries from the day spent apart. “Or one of the islands?”


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Although the winters in Loess were not the worst she had ever seen, they grate on her. It isn’t feasible to spend every second in the hot springs or curled next to Tarian, sheltered beneath his wing, so there are always parts of the day where she is uncomfortable. She tries to move, tries to wander and explore Loess and the surrounding areas to keep her mind off of the chill - of the memories that it brings back - but she has been so tired that finding that energy is rare.

Today she had thought to try to take shelter in the cave that Tarian had shown her, but the wind from the sea blew right into the entrance and she was forced to leave it. The soft white feathers of her wings are ruffled in her irritation as she alternates pacing and dozing until she catches sight of a very familiar grey form coming towards her - done with his duties for now as the sun begins to sink and make way for another chilly night.

Her heart thrills at the sight of him, as it always does, but she cannot quite help the bite in her voice when she moves forward to greet him. “Why couldn’t you live in Tephra?” She tries to think of where the other warmer lands were, and pictures white sand beaches instead of white snow. Her grumpiness heats her eyes to a bright pink, a colour that had been scarce over the last year, and it is at odds with the way she traces the lines of his neck, checking to make sure there were no injuries from the day spent apart. “Or one of the islands?”


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]]> <![CDATA[A chill has found each bone; any]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30158 Fri, 03 Sep 2021 16:56:33 +0000 Ilma]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30158
a certain type of silence has filled my voice
I scream beneath the water, and make no noise

For as long as she remembers, Tephra has been a sanctuary; a home for everyone who lives in peace with themselves, nature, and others. Some don’t want anything to do with anyone; others seek retirement and recluse in the jungle beneath the volcano. It is a paradise for children, and the land knows many. It is a home for healers and magicians, and quite a few have retired here, where the volcanic fire warms chilled bones. 

Tephra is a place for her family, and the best place to forget that she lost a good part of her memory. Her days are filled with joy and laughter and plenty of sunshine.

The day the broken magician has come to heal himself, is the day that ends this life. She wakes up, senses that the day has come, and she wakes her daughters with dread. She finds the place where Svedka usually lingers, but knows not to look for him when he isn’t there.

The ethereal white mare spreads her sunlight wings, and leaves without telling anyone else. Tephra is no longer her home. Ironically enough, Loess will be, for all that she had her doubts about it in the past. But the tobiano dragon and his niece will be nowhere to be found. It is only the purple mare that she can trust.

will you let me follow you,
wherever you go… bring me home?
Ilma
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a certain type of silence has filled my voice
I scream beneath the water, and make no noise

For as long as she remembers, Tephra has been a sanctuary; a home for everyone who lives in peace with themselves, nature, and others. Some don’t want anything to do with anyone; others seek retirement and recluse in the jungle beneath the volcano. It is a paradise for children, and the land knows many. It is a home for healers and magicians, and quite a few have retired here, where the volcanic fire warms chilled bones. 

Tephra is a place for her family, and the best place to forget that she lost a good part of her memory. Her days are filled with joy and laughter and plenty of sunshine.

The day the broken magician has come to heal himself, is the day that ends this life. She wakes up, senses that the day has come, and she wakes her daughters with dread. She finds the place where Svedka usually lingers, but knows not to look for him when he isn’t there.

The ethereal white mare spreads her sunlight wings, and leaves without telling anyone else. Tephra is no longer her home. Ironically enough, Loess will be, for all that she had her doubts about it in the past. But the tobiano dragon and his niece will be nowhere to be found. It is only the purple mare that she can trust.

will you let me follow you,
wherever you go… bring me home?
Ilma
]]> <![CDATA[Ascending to the Stars as one | The Great Accord]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30127 Mon, 30 Aug 2021 02:55:31 +0000 Cheri]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30127
Her business in the North concluded, Cheri returned home to Loess with a flourishing sigh of happiness. It felt good to be back where she was needed most, returning to a place that’d once been so alien turned comforting. She swept out of the sky and passed through the unpatrolled borderlands of her Kingdom, flying low between a pair of opposing rock spires that rose into the sky like a nature-formed gate, and swept back up to to the clouds so she could finally perch at the ledge of a cliff. It was early dawn, still frosty, so the pegasus shook out her cold wings once or twice before folding them neatly at her sides.

From her viewpoint Cheri could see Loess spread out in front of and behind her. The mesas, the vermillion cliffs, red rock canyons and flatland scrub all blended seamlessly together, so inconceivably beautiful and raw that she couldn’t help but to think about its potential creation. She knew the way a river could wear out its banks and smooth out its stones, and in the same way she pictured this land - her eventual dominion - as it’d been when the hills were once completely submerged by an ancient ocean.

To think that after all this time and change, the result would be so stunning.

The dark pegasus huffed a breathy, forbearing snort of cold mist into the dawn and lifted her nose to the northern winds. It was time.
Breeding season had officially convened and plenty of days afterward had been given to her relatives for their affairs to be put into order; Cheri took her sentry watch without an ounce of doubt that today would mark their slow arrival. She could almost claim that she felt their energies converging toward this place, but to do so would be admitting to herself that she was experiencing inexplicable surges of random power. Cheri wasn’t quite ready to open those shrouded windows just yet, so she pushed the intrusive possibilities away instead.

It was just intuition, she told herself. A gut feeling.

Her ears turned instinctively toward the sound of another approaching pegasus and she turned to look, distracted from her thoughts by the surprise of seeing a familiar shape taking form on the distant horizon. Her mouth parted to whicker a singular tune at the other flying horse, (perhaps the only rare vestige of greeting their earlier ancestors had used, still remaining in this new age) and Cheri welcomed Oceane to land alongside her by shuffling to make room for the Queen Regnant.


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Her business in the North concluded, Cheri returned home to Loess with a flourishing sigh of happiness. It felt good to be back where she was needed most, returning to a place that’d once been so alien turned comforting. She swept out of the sky and passed through the unpatrolled borderlands of her Kingdom, flying low between a pair of opposing rock spires that rose into the sky like a nature-formed gate, and swept back up to to the clouds so she could finally perch at the ledge of a cliff. It was early dawn, still frosty, so the pegasus shook out her cold wings once or twice before folding them neatly at her sides.

From her viewpoint Cheri could see Loess spread out in front of and behind her. The mesas, the vermillion cliffs, red rock canyons and flatland scrub all blended seamlessly together, so inconceivably beautiful and raw that she couldn’t help but to think about its potential creation. She knew the way a river could wear out its banks and smooth out its stones, and in the same way she pictured this land - her eventual dominion - as it’d been when the hills were once completely submerged by an ancient ocean.

To think that after all this time and change, the result would be so stunning.

The dark pegasus huffed a breathy, forbearing snort of cold mist into the dawn and lifted her nose to the northern winds. It was time.
Breeding season had officially convened and plenty of days afterward had been given to her relatives for their affairs to be put into order; Cheri took her sentry watch without an ounce of doubt that today would mark their slow arrival. She could almost claim that she felt their energies converging toward this place, but to do so would be admitting to herself that she was experiencing inexplicable surges of random power. Cheri wasn’t quite ready to open those shrouded windows just yet, so she pushed the intrusive possibilities away instead.

It was just intuition, she told herself. A gut feeling.

Her ears turned instinctively toward the sound of another approaching pegasus and she turned to look, distracted from her thoughts by the surprise of seeing a familiar shape taking form on the distant horizon. Her mouth parted to whicker a singular tune at the other flying horse, (perhaps the only rare vestige of greeting their earlier ancestors had used, still remaining in this new age) and Cheri welcomed Oceane to land alongside her by shuffling to make room for the Queen Regnant.


has dibs on the first reply <3




And any affiliated characters welcome afterwards]]> <![CDATA[I hope that this doesn't end soon]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30101 Wed, 25 Aug 2021 21:44:42 +0000 Link]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30101

I love Kungfuuuuu

Of course he has noticed the increased absence of both his parents and while he misses them, he finds himself rarely sad. There’s so much to discover in Loess and besides, he has his twin for company. He’s not sure where she is now though. He had gotten distracted (nothing new) and had lost his twin shortly after they had awakened for the day. And who could blame him when the Elkear were rutting and bellowing fire as the mating season came to an end? He watches them from on top of a cliff at a safe distance, knowing how upset his father would be if he got too close. His father tended to worry… a lot. The lavender colt found it suffocating at times but he never wanted to disappoint either of his parents, never liked that look in either of their eyes. Or eye.

He is in his panda cub form as he watches, climbing on top of a tree trunk that had been struck by lightning that summer. He climbs and tumbles and climbs again, only stopping when the Elkear pitted their antlers together in a resounding clash that echoes like thunder through the canyon walls. Facinating, he wonders if he can grow antlers too? He tries but none sprout on his fuzzy black and white head and eventually he shifts out of his panda form and back into his gangly colt one, sprawled on the ground with a look of concentration on his face. “Bollocks!” He finally exclaims aloud to nobody in particular as he gets to his hooves and shakes the dust from his coat.

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I love Kungfuuuuu

Of course he has noticed the increased absence of both his parents and while he misses them, he finds himself rarely sad. There’s so much to discover in Loess and besides, he has his twin for company. He’s not sure where she is now though. He had gotten distracted (nothing new) and had lost his twin shortly after they had awakened for the day. And who could blame him when the Elkear were rutting and bellowing fire as the mating season came to an end? He watches them from on top of a cliff at a safe distance, knowing how upset his father would be if he got too close. His father tended to worry… a lot. The lavender colt found it suffocating at times but he never wanted to disappoint either of his parents, never liked that look in either of their eyes. Or eye.

He is in his panda cub form as he watches, climbing on top of a tree trunk that had been struck by lightning that summer. He climbs and tumbles and climbs again, only stopping when the Elkear pitted their antlers together in a resounding clash that echoes like thunder through the canyon walls. Facinating, he wonders if he can grow antlers too? He tries but none sprout on his fuzzy black and white head and eventually he shifts out of his panda form and back into his gangly colt one, sprawled on the ground with a look of concentration on his face. “Bollocks!” He finally exclaims aloud to nobody in particular as he gets to his hooves and shakes the dust from his coat.

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Open to any!]]> <![CDATA[we could all be brought to pieces]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30100 Wed, 25 Aug 2021 21:42:59 +0000 Tarian]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=30100 .template2_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px; /*frame width*/padding: 20px;background: #0a0833; /*background color*/border: 1px solid #45396d; /*border size, style, and color*/}.template2_container p {margin: 0;}.template2_image {border: 1px solid #000; /*image border size, style, and color*/}.template2_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/padding: 0px 0;color: #000; /*message font color*/}.template2_name {text-align: center;font: 32px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*name font size and face*/color: #921FA0; /*message font color*/padding: 0;}.template2_quote {text-align: center;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*quote font size and face*/font-style: italic;color: #; /*quote font color*/padding: 0;}



Altissima had come earlier in the autumn than he had expected. He had expected to be greeted by cooler winds before the pale mare even returned to the foothills of Loess. But she had returned, and Tarian didn't bother to hide his happiness at seeing her. It was as clear as a shining day, as bright and beaming as any glow that either might shine.

The first few days with her had been just as Tarian liked them - quiet and secluded (though the white pegasus did draw her back to the sea, to show her that the aptly-named Altissimas hadn't grown dull on his watch), away from the rest of the world.

But, as Champion of Loess, Tarian couldn't hide away from the rest of his country (or his duties) forever. While the night still lingered, the pegasus cast a tender glance to the sleeping mare beside him. He doubted Wildling would tolerate him for that long; that she would stand for idle even less. Pressing a soft kiss against her lovely cheek, the winged horse stepped away and out into a bruised world that had yet to bleed into daylight. Tarian glanced back once and knowing that the resting female would be alright, the gray slipped into the shadows for his first patrol of the day.

***

Loess is quiet, as it always is. The hours are slow, and most of Tarian's trails remain empty. His morning is spent mostly in silence - until the sound of children's laughter - breaks it when the pegasus nears the canyon that he had seen Lady Oceane and the grizzled diplomat, Ledger, frequent. What he has to share can wait; the gray stallion turns away, giving the family their privacy, and his pace quickens, eager for a soak in his favorite hot spring and to return to Altissima.

She wasn't already soaking, like Tarian thought she might be. He had come around the bend to find the cloistered pool they often shared empty. But their resting spot is not, and the silver warrior smiles. It wasn't like her to rest so long. His patrols aren't routine. Tarian chooses different trails and times but Altissima was almost always awake when he returned. As he studied the soft outline of her glinting in the morning sun, he found that he couldn't recall a time that she had rested so much.

(His mind briefly flashes to the Eclipse, when she had been so weak from the absence of the sun, and Tarian wonders if he should find them a spot not so shaded.)

Stepping closer, Tarian decides that the rest of his plans can wait. He's careful not to disturb her, though his wings struggle to settle neatly against his sides. If Altissima wanted to rest through the day to tease him for his glow at night, Tarian didn't mind. He'd wait, ready with his courtier manners and his wry humor, to see if he could bring the light where he loved to see it the most: her ever-changing eyes.

TARIAN






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Altissima had come earlier in the autumn than he had expected. He had expected to be greeted by cooler winds before the pale mare even returned to the foothills of Loess. But she had returned, and Tarian didn't bother to hide his happiness at seeing her. It was as clear as a shining day, as bright and beaming as any glow that either might shine.

The first few days with her had been just as Tarian liked them - quiet and secluded (though the white pegasus did draw her back to the sea, to show her that the aptly-named Altissimas hadn't grown dull on his watch), away from the rest of the world.

But, as Champion of Loess, Tarian couldn't hide away from the rest of his country (or his duties) forever. While the night still lingered, the pegasus cast a tender glance to the sleeping mare beside him. He doubted Wildling would tolerate him for that long; that she would stand for idle even less. Pressing a soft kiss against her lovely cheek, the winged horse stepped away and out into a bruised world that had yet to bleed into daylight. Tarian glanced back once and knowing that the resting female would be alright, the gray slipped into the shadows for his first patrol of the day.

***

Loess is quiet, as it always is. The hours are slow, and most of Tarian's trails remain empty. His morning is spent mostly in silence - until the sound of children's laughter - breaks it when the pegasus nears the canyon that he had seen Lady Oceane and the grizzled diplomat, Ledger, frequent. What he has to share can wait; the gray stallion turns away, giving the family their privacy, and his pace quickens, eager for a soak in his favorite hot spring and to return to Altissima.

She wasn't already soaking, like Tarian thought she might be. He had come around the bend to find the cloistered pool they often shared empty. But their resting spot is not, and the silver warrior smiles. It wasn't like her to rest so long. His patrols aren't routine. Tarian chooses different trails and times but Altissima was almost always awake when he returned. As he studied the soft outline of her glinting in the morning sun, he found that he couldn't recall a time that she had rested so much.

(His mind briefly flashes to the Eclipse, when she had been so weak from the absence of the sun, and Tarian wonders if he should find them a spot not so shaded.)

Stepping closer, Tarian decides that the rest of his plans can wait. He's careful not to disturb her, though his wings struggle to settle neatly against his sides. If Altissima wanted to rest through the day to tease him for his glow at night, Tarian didn't mind. He'd wait, ready with his courtier manners and his wry humor, to see if he could bring the light where he loved to see it the most: her ever-changing eyes.

TARIAN






<3]]> <![CDATA[between the sand and stardust]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29962 Wed, 04 Aug 2021 19:02:38 +0000 Moira]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29962
That doesn’t matter, she reminds herself.

She’s mastered it now, and in time to visit Loess before the mainland is shrouded in winter. Moira has heard of snow before, but she is not at all eager to experience it.

Fortunately there is no snow at all on the red hills of Loess. There is only sunshine, sunshine and heat that feels like it might smother her before she can find any of the springs that Helion had told her about. He’d been right about the sky being large, but he’d neglected to mention the way the sun here was so very Big as well.

By the time she’s made decent headway into the unfamiliar land, the young mare’s grulla coat has darkened to nearly black with sweat. The colorful purple and gold markings of her legs are obscured by red dust, and her impossibly pretty face is twisted into a scowl.

“Hello!” She calls out, hot enough to not mind if it isn’t Helion who finds her first. “Hello, could someone please fly up and tell the sun to calm down a little? I’m very hot!”

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That doesn’t matter, she reminds herself.

She’s mastered it now, and in time to visit Loess before the mainland is shrouded in winter. Moira has heard of snow before, but she is not at all eager to experience it.

Fortunately there is no snow at all on the red hills of Loess. There is only sunshine, sunshine and heat that feels like it might smother her before she can find any of the springs that Helion had told her about. He’d been right about the sky being large, but he’d neglected to mention the way the sun here was so very Big as well.

By the time she’s made decent headway into the unfamiliar land, the young mare’s grulla coat has darkened to nearly black with sweat. The colorful purple and gold markings of her legs are obscured by red dust, and her impossibly pretty face is twisted into a scowl.

“Hello!” She calls out, hot enough to not mind if it isn’t Helion who finds her first. “Hello, could someone please fly up and tell the sun to calm down a little? I’m very hot!”

]]> <![CDATA[Let's cross the sea and get some culture]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29955 Mon, 02 Aug 2021 20:20:05 +0000 Ledger]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29955

Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up


Love can be a poison, he knows this better than anyone, but he doesn’t suffer from it any longer. He thrives.

The transformation in the ravaged one-eyed stallion is impressive. Ledger had always tended to keep to the skinny malnourished side thanks to centuries of neglect and mistreatment, both his fault and others. Now, when he catches his reflection in the stream, he barely recognizes the horse staring back at him. There is a brightness in the gold flecked eye that had once been dull and a thick layer of muscle and fat spread across his bones. He can see his father in him now and while those emotions still bring up much confusion, he finds he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind many things now and even the bear seems to be on a mutual wavelength with him these days. As if he was a true shifter, not disconnected from his ability the way he had once been.

Loess had been good to him and Oceane was only part of that. It was his guidance of the young Cheri, his reconnection with his long-lost daughter Dawn, the sense of home and family that he had never truly felt before. And Loess is home now. He cares for the red canyons, the hidden cavern that is no longer just his but theirs. He devotes his entire life to Oceane and her kingdom, finds a purpose in living again. It doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t succumb to his anxieties from time to time. There are plenty of sleepless nights, haunting nightmares, knowing that the darkness Cheri had found in him was still there. But he no longer shoulders his burdens alone and that makes all the difference.

When he’s not instructing Cheri in the art of diplomacy, when he’s not exhausted after helping Oceane with wish after wish to better understand her new powers, when he’s not holding her close or making love to her… He continues to explore Loess. He has been here over a year now and there is still so much to see. He hasn’t met everyone that calls this place home and while Oceane doesn’t seem bothered, he wants to do better, be better, for her. So today he stretches and yawns as he exits the cave as a bear, shuffling out into the morning dawn squinting and blinking blearily. With another yawn, he snaps back into his equine shape and sets out to find someone who he has been long overdue in meeting.

The Champion of the South.


Ledger



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Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up


Love can be a poison, he knows this better than anyone, but he doesn’t suffer from it any longer. He thrives.

The transformation in the ravaged one-eyed stallion is impressive. Ledger had always tended to keep to the skinny malnourished side thanks to centuries of neglect and mistreatment, both his fault and others. Now, when he catches his reflection in the stream, he barely recognizes the horse staring back at him. There is a brightness in the gold flecked eye that had once been dull and a thick layer of muscle and fat spread across his bones. He can see his father in him now and while those emotions still bring up much confusion, he finds he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind many things now and even the bear seems to be on a mutual wavelength with him these days. As if he was a true shifter, not disconnected from his ability the way he had once been.

Loess had been good to him and Oceane was only part of that. It was his guidance of the young Cheri, his reconnection with his long-lost daughter Dawn, the sense of home and family that he had never truly felt before. And Loess is home now. He cares for the red canyons, the hidden cavern that is no longer just his but theirs. He devotes his entire life to Oceane and her kingdom, finds a purpose in living again. It doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t succumb to his anxieties from time to time. There are plenty of sleepless nights, haunting nightmares, knowing that the darkness Cheri had found in him was still there. But he no longer shoulders his burdens alone and that makes all the difference.

When he’s not instructing Cheri in the art of diplomacy, when he’s not exhausted after helping Oceane with wish after wish to better understand her new powers, when he’s not holding her close or making love to her… He continues to explore Loess. He has been here over a year now and there is still so much to see. He hasn’t met everyone that calls this place home and while Oceane doesn’t seem bothered, he wants to do better, be better, for her. So today he stretches and yawns as he exits the cave as a bear, shuffling out into the morning dawn squinting and blinking blearily. With another yawn, he snaps back into his equine shape and sets out to find someone who he has been long overdue in meeting.

The Champion of the South.


Ledger



]]> <![CDATA[eurus afer ventus]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29941 Thu, 29 Jul 2021 19:54:00 +0000 Bardot]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29941
Bardot
I know what sin is

Things had been quiet in the redwoods. Too quiet. In the time she had spent entangled with Tunnel, much had seemed to happen in her new home. A child was stolen and Yan was missing. It was as if he had wandered into a spot of the forest that nobody else could access, as if the trees had swallowed him whole. Taiga felt more and more empty and with a sigh she finally makes a decision to explore further and see what else Beqanna has to offer. It’s not that she’s given up on Taiga, no not quite. Although she hadn’t called the place home long enough to instill a sense of deep loyalty to the woods, she cares for the forest and some of its residents. However she does wonder what else is out there for her. Her mind drifts often to the dark blue and black stallion with his intense gray eyes and sometimes of Molech in the river. She thinks of her mother still hidden deep within Tephra and the disturbing news coming from the East. She thinks of the lost brother Tantalize had mentioned. 

With nothing else to do, she sets off to find him.
Perhaps she might find Yanhua too along the way, in case he had wandered off further than the redwoods.

She doesn’t have much to go on. He was born in Tephra, Tantalize was his mother. She doesn’t even known what he looks like but when she questions a few strangers along the way, she mentions he may have gold or red eyes. They seemed to run in the family and maybe she will get lucky. There’s a few red and gold eyed stallions it seems and nobody seems to know if they were born in Tephra or remember a mare named Tantalize. But she takes every lead and follows it. She starts in the Meadow and comes up empty handed, not seeing a single red or gold eye amongst the small crowds huddled together. She thinks for a moment of swinging by the Forest but decides now is not the best time for a distraction.

Loess is close though and perhaps that was a good place to start. The kingdom was known to be relatively busy even during these quiet times in Beqanna. So she sets off for the red cliffs of Loess with purpose in her belly and determination in the dark gold of her eyes. When she finally comes to a standstill at the invisible border of the kingdom, her buttery coat is covered in a fine layer of red dust that seems to cover her everywhere except where it avoids the vibrant and scented flowers in her dark tangled mane. It is her hope that if she can find him, she might be able to lure Liz from her hermit jungle life. That perhaps it’s not too late to get some sense of family after all this time. That might be nice, she thinks. So she sends a call into the canyons and waits patiently to be received, hoping she might find some answers here or at least a new lead to follow.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;
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Bardot
I know what sin is

Things had been quiet in the redwoods. Too quiet. In the time she had spent entangled with Tunnel, much had seemed to happen in her new home. A child was stolen and Yan was missing. It was as if he had wandered into a spot of the forest that nobody else could access, as if the trees had swallowed him whole. Taiga felt more and more empty and with a sigh she finally makes a decision to explore further and see what else Beqanna has to offer. It’s not that she’s given up on Taiga, no not quite. Although she hadn’t called the place home long enough to instill a sense of deep loyalty to the woods, she cares for the forest and some of its residents. However she does wonder what else is out there for her. Her mind drifts often to the dark blue and black stallion with his intense gray eyes and sometimes of Molech in the river. She thinks of her mother still hidden deep within Tephra and the disturbing news coming from the East. She thinks of the lost brother Tantalize had mentioned. 

With nothing else to do, she sets off to find him.
Perhaps she might find Yanhua too along the way, in case he had wandered off further than the redwoods.

She doesn’t have much to go on. He was born in Tephra, Tantalize was his mother. She doesn’t even known what he looks like but when she questions a few strangers along the way, she mentions he may have gold or red eyes. They seemed to run in the family and maybe she will get lucky. There’s a few red and gold eyed stallions it seems and nobody seems to know if they were born in Tephra or remember a mare named Tantalize. But she takes every lead and follows it. She starts in the Meadow and comes up empty handed, not seeing a single red or gold eye amongst the small crowds huddled together. She thinks for a moment of swinging by the Forest but decides now is not the best time for a distraction.

Loess is close though and perhaps that was a good place to start. The kingdom was known to be relatively busy even during these quiet times in Beqanna. So she sets off for the red cliffs of Loess with purpose in her belly and determination in the dark gold of her eyes. When she finally comes to a standstill at the invisible border of the kingdom, her buttery coat is covered in a fine layer of red dust that seems to cover her everywhere except where it avoids the vibrant and scented flowers in her dark tangled mane. It is her hope that if she can find him, she might be able to lure Liz from her hermit jungle life. That perhaps it’s not too late to get some sense of family after all this time. That might be nice, she thinks. So she sends a call into the canyons and waits patiently to be received, hoping she might find some answers here or at least a new lead to follow.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;
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]]> <![CDATA[have you always been who you are]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29918 Tue, 20 Jul 2021 14:09:03 +0000 Altissima]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29918
Spring has arrived and still Altissima lingers in Loess. She will leave soon, but already knows it will not be for very long. There is still no desire to tie herself down and commit to a kingdom, but it is not for the land itself that she stays here. Even if the hot springs have endeared themselves to her through the long, chilly season.

Today she has company in the form of her often-absent companion, Winter. The snowy owl houses a spirit more prone to wandering than her bonded and the two are not often found together. This morning, though, they reunite and before Winter goes to find somewhere to roost for the day she joins Altissima for her sunrise ritual.

She does not need to absorb the light as she once did, but some habits are hard to break - and she finds an open spot in the rocky landscape of Loess to greet the sun. Her white wings are unfurled at her side, like she is frozen in the moment before taking off, and her eyes are a peaceful shade of indigo as the light begins to twinkle in the air around her and the owl resting on her withers.

Altissima doesn't consider how standing in an open spot, forming shapes out of the soft morning sunlight, might be a beacon to anyone in the area to come over. She's long since forgotten what it was like to hold a conversation with anyone other than Tarian - and he had left to patrol or some other duty so she does not expect to be disturbed, not even when her companion gives a little hoot of warning that someone else is nearby.
altissima


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Spring has arrived and still Altissima lingers in Loess. She will leave soon, but already knows it will not be for very long. There is still no desire to tie herself down and commit to a kingdom, but it is not for the land itself that she stays here. Even if the hot springs have endeared themselves to her through the long, chilly season.

Today she has company in the form of her often-absent companion, Winter. The snowy owl houses a spirit more prone to wandering than her bonded and the two are not often found together. This morning, though, they reunite and before Winter goes to find somewhere to roost for the day she joins Altissima for her sunrise ritual.

She does not need to absorb the light as she once did, but some habits are hard to break - and she finds an open spot in the rocky landscape of Loess to greet the sun. Her white wings are unfurled at her side, like she is frozen in the moment before taking off, and her eyes are a peaceful shade of indigo as the light begins to twinkle in the air around her and the owl resting on her withers.

Altissima doesn't consider how standing in an open spot, forming shapes out of the soft morning sunlight, might be a beacon to anyone in the area to come over. She's long since forgotten what it was like to hold a conversation with anyone other than Tarian - and he had left to patrol or some other duty so she does not expect to be disturbed, not even when her companion gives a little hoot of warning that someone else is nearby.
altissima


<3]]> <![CDATA[A Lost Boy (Any)]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29904 Sun, 11 Jul 2021 21:15:24 +0000 Bran]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29904
¯BRAN_

Only In Darkness Can You See The Stars


Wow it had been some time since he had stepped foot in Beqanna. He doesn't know why he left....a child so dedicated to his parents...and one day he vanished...

He wasn't a boy anymore though, no, Bran was a stallion now. His body was much more defined like his fathers, although his frame remains slender like his mothers. His pelt shares details of his parents, the odd coloring that always left him to stand out with the detailing of galatic stars on his pelt.

He doesn't know what draws him to Loess, it wasn't his home as a boy. But it nearly spoke to him, he quietly slinks through the kingdom. His eyes scan the horizon, not only taking in the scenery but looking for someone who may greet him.

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Only In Darkness Can You See The Stars


Wow it had been some time since he had stepped foot in Beqanna. He doesn't know why he left....a child so dedicated to his parents...and one day he vanished...

He wasn't a boy anymore though, no, Bran was a stallion now. His body was much more defined like his fathers, although his frame remains slender like his mothers. His pelt shares details of his parents, the odd coloring that always left him to stand out with the detailing of galatic stars on his pelt.

He doesn't know what draws him to Loess, it wasn't his home as a boy. But it nearly spoke to him, he quietly slinks through the kingdom. His eyes scan the horizon, not only taking in the scenery but looking for someone who may greet him.

]]> <![CDATA[and I never saw you coming]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29885 Mon, 05 Jul 2021 20:59:03 +0000 Altissima]]> https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=29885
Spending every night together had been a pleasant but unrealistic dream. They needed to spend some time apart, and Altissima had discovered that saying goodbye had not been an easy feat. Almost every day she thought about going to Loess to find him, even though she had promised she’d be there in the winter. Just to see the hot springs though, she teased him, before moving her lips across his skin.

She wondered if and worried that the feeling might fade before she saw him again, worried that if she drifted away and then back to him he’d change his mind about everything he had told her. He’d discover that she wasn’t what he truly wanted or she’d find herself rebelling against the idea of him having her.

Because he did. As she roamed Beqanna, as she practiced bending the light, she thought of him almost constantly - catching herself smiling or blushing as she remembered the way it felt to have his silver muzzle brush against her blue-tinted skin.

Finally, on an early morning, she decides there’s nothing for it. She wants to go, wants to see him and find out if everything she’s still feeling is still true. This is new to her, after all, and maybe the pain in his leg had messed with his ability to think clearly.

That damn leg better be feeling better, she thinks with a grin that keeps her eyes a warm shade of violet as she lands. It’s still early in the day, the light from the sun cool and grey as snow falls lightly around her as she Altissima lands near the springs he had taken her to that first time. She’s so nervous she nearly fumbles the landing but a quick glance tells her she’s arrived first so she relaxes and after only a small hesitation, she slips into the water - biting her tongue against that same sound that rises up at the delightful heat. If she needs to wait, she might as well be comfortable, after all, and her wings disappear from her sides as her eyes close.



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Spending every night together had been a pleasant but unrealistic dream. They needed to spend some time apart, and Altissima had discovered that saying goodbye had not been an easy feat. Almost every day she thought about going to Loess to find him, even though she had promised she’d be there in the winter. Just to see the hot springs though, she teased him, before moving her lips across his skin.

She wondered if and worried that the feeling might fade before she saw him again, worried that if she drifted away and then back to him he’d change his mind about everything he had told her. He’d discover that she wasn’t what he truly wanted or she’d find herself rebelling against the idea of him having her.

Because he did. As she roamed Beqanna, as she practiced bending the light, she thought of him almost constantly - catching herself smiling or blushing as she remembered the way it felt to have his silver muzzle brush against her blue-tinted skin.

Finally, on an early morning, she decides there’s nothing for it. She wants to go, wants to see him and find out if everything she’s still feeling is still true. This is new to her, after all, and maybe the pain in his leg had messed with his ability to think clearly.

That damn leg better be feeling better, she thinks with a grin that keeps her eyes a warm shade of violet as she lands. It’s still early in the day, the light from the sun cool and grey as snow falls lightly around her as she Altissima lands near the springs he had taken her to that first time. She’s so nervous she nearly fumbles the landing but a quick glance tells her she’s arrived first so she relaxes and after only a small hesitation, she slips into the water - biting her tongue against that same sound that rises up at the delightful heat. If she needs to wait, she might as well be comfortable, after all, and her wings disappear from her sides as her eyes close.



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