04-01-2018, 11:20 PM
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aurelia is tryna 'harvest an Asulli's magical feathers'
anyone can join, all help is good help, the more the merrier~
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WATCHER
The scars from his fight with Ricochet tattooed his legs and belly. Healed and in far better condition then that of his opponent. The pain in his side was gone as well, though his ego was still very much bruised. Normally the stallion did not linger on failures for so long. Merely accepting his short comings after a few days of being irritated with himself. But this had been different. This was a loss in battle. It would continue to eat away at him until he challenged the dark man again, and won. But until that day he came he would grow stronger. He was plenty fight in the physical department and he was always training his mind, but his magic was lacking. Like Aurelia he was also trialing for power. Though unlike her the rift's presence was less obvious. Only he could hear the whispers, feel the cold touch of a ghost as it haunted him. It constantly wailed because he ignored its pestering. His ears remained pinned back against his head to shield them from the dismal keen. He was pretty sure he would go deaf before he accomplished his trail. Even his machines seemed upset by the crying, though whether it was because they were responding to the pain in his head or if it was due to the magical interference caused by this ghost, he was not sure. He would have to investigate later. It would be good to know if the magic of the rift was somehow upsetting the magic that coursed through his machines. It would be something to consider when undergoing future trials. He had yet to see Aurelia as he wandered through the forest. He certainly would struggle to hear her at this point. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got! |
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WATCHER
He was alone. Then suddenly he wasn't. Aurelia stood before him a demanding question leaping off of her lips. He regarded her with his same cool expression. "Hello to you too." He said, his own words tumbling out of his mouth like silken molasses. Unhurried, but pleasant. Was that a hint of sarcasm one would hear? Aurelia always seemed to coax reactions and emotions out of the stallion that most could only dream of seeing. Not that anyone ever dreamed about him. Except maybe when K'yarie had a nightmare. They held a strange relationship as both fire and water danced around each other. Never quite mixing, but finding a strange coexistence that ordered on pleasurable. He at least could admit that he was happy to see that she was looking healthier than before. "You're looking better." he said. Perhaps the biggest compliment one would ever hear from his lips. He was not one for flattery. He never actually tried to answer he question. Not that he had much of a chance before she was pleading for his help. He raised a brow. The ghost stopped wailing at the mention of the large creature. "Asulli feathers can be hard to find. The creature has been hunted to near extinction for them." He said, revealing for the first time his vast knowledge of his home. Did she even know he was a native? No, he never told her. "They feed on the glowing fungi in the forest, and glow themselves." He turned, motioning for her to follow. He knew of some places where the fungi grew plentiful. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got! |
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WATCHER
Aurelia was the first to spot their target. Barging forward like as loudly and unceremoniously as a bull elephant with cymbals upon its feet, swinging a club made of clanging bells. He had no chance to warn her that these creatures were timid. Made so by the many who had hunted and killed their kind over the centuries. No, he had no such chance. He could only observe the scene as it unfolded. His eyes were acutely aware of every detail. The mother and her child, the humidity in the air to the sounds of the forest around them. He took great interest in the change in Aurelia, as she went from purposeful to hesitant. The way her entire demeanor changed. He knew. In that moment he understood, Aurelia would not kill the mother or her babe. He held no doubt that the woman was powerful and destructive. But in this moment, he saw the tender warmth that fire could be. Perhaps it was simply she was too weak willed, or had never truly killed before. But Ruwin wished to believe it was another reason that stayed her hoof. She was battling this within her. To go after her goals and seek power, no matter the cost. Or leave it all for the sake of an single, innocent life. He came up beside her, feeling as though he should offer some form of support. His steps, quiet, almost reverent as he approached. While he himself had slain another, and had a hoof in the deaths of many more. His actions had been against that which he felt was wicked and needed to fall. Gazing upon the mother and her child, he too found himself unwilling to take their lives. They were innocent, gentle creatures that sought only to live. But this was not his choice. "Perhaps we should move on?" He inquired. He would not press her to leave. Though the way he held himself, as if in reverence of the mother, made it clear that he wished to leave them be. This was, ultimately Aurelia's trial. Her path to choose. But as a mother herself, would she be able to slay the parent or the offspring? Was she truly as merciless as the fire she embodied? He would support the mare he had come to feel fondly towards. A friendship, he was almost willing to admit. There strange relationship had led to a few interesting conversations, and events thus far. He was curious to see where it would lead them in the future. Even more curious to see how the mare would react to this situation. It was all rather fascinating to watch. The pivotal point where she decided just how much gaining what she desired meant to her. As well as how easily she could give up a part of herself that she would lose, should she take the life of blameless being. He held his own, selfish hope that she would spare them. He had no desire to see that ember leave the fiery mare. Fore without some value of life, what was there to stop the fire from devour everything in its wake? Call him a hypocrite for feeling so after committing the crimes he had. He would not care. Who wasn't a hypocrite at one point or another in their life? He was sure he would be one on more than one occasion in the course of his existence. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got! |