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Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Valkyrie - 02-23-2018
RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Vynter - 02-23-2018 It'd become a habit for him to lurk around the Portal. Not that he was really waiting for anyone, or was he? It was simply that his mind had processed that creatures entered the Rift from here, and there were quite many. Big and small, fast or slow, ugly or pretty; and not to mention the brilliant variety of colors and abilities. He had been awestruck by the amount of diversity this land held, and although it lay dark for them to lighten again; he couldn't help but find beauty within those who inhabited it.
So it was on long and ungraceful legs that the yearling made his way back to the entrance. He could feel the distinct thrum within the vegetation that something was coming through. Eyes of ice were focused, and with each step he would glide slowly on the ice that instantly appeared beneath this hooves. That was another thing that intrigued the boy about this place. Whenever one would enter into these lands they would approach, take what they pleased and sometimes leave behind a gift. His sister had lost her magic, but in return had had her amulet turned into beautiful golden flecks that graced her fiery bodice. Vynter was fortunate enough to have kept his gift from their deceased mother, but the Rift had not spared him entirely. Where before when he would talk, ice would indeed form beneath this hooves, but never would he have issues with his balance. Now as he stood still along the edge of the entrance, his hooves had begun to slowly slide from beneath him, attempting to send him off kilter once again. This didn't help his already clumsy nature. As the colt predicted, someone indeed was approaching; as the portal began to pulsate and brighten into multiple colors; it soon spit out a paint much like himself. When she landed she was left haggard, obviously exhausted yet refusing to give way to the Rift's pressure. Her coat was pale, almost creamy, the contrast of her cremello patches barely noticeably against the stark ivory of her skin. In her skull were two large blue eyes, expressive and obviously confused as she seemed to be taking in her surroundings. Although she was quite obviously a beautiful mare, none of this registered in Vynter's mind. What he had immediately focused on was that she had two wings sprouting from behind her ears. They indeed moved, at least he thought so from this distance; and he couldn't help but feel an urge to come forward and press his nose among the feathers in an attempt to feel if they were in fact authentic. So it was with this goal in mind he began to emerge from the bushes; his tall yet still childish form moving awkwardly towards the beauty. With each step his crippled wing would twitch against his back, beginning to drape ever so gracefully over his rump like it were a cape. Yet he paid no mind to how he walked or presented himself; there was simply too much to explore and investigate to worry about such frivolous things. Soon his maw was pressing itself against her wings, gently caressing them with the utmost curiosity evident in his white complexion. He was silent as always, focused on the task of discovering just how her wings worked. Could she fly with them despite the disproportions? Was it a birth defect as his wing had been? Or wherever she came from was it simply common for wings to be sprouting from behind ones ears. These were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he slowly pulled away, his breath still hot upon the appendage as his expression remained soft and focused. It was only when he was certain of their authenticity did he finally meet the woman's gaze, gauging her response to his actions in a way only he could. @Valkyrie <3 RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Roscorro - 02-23-2018 For someone who slipped and slid around the land on ice, Vynter could get around. Though his steps were still not as quick as they may have been. Allowing the large mix-breed to keep up with him as the yearling lead the way to the portal. The taste of magic was heavy in the air. Something was afoot. Vynter seemed to be fully aware of this as he determinedly made his way to the portal's location. Leaving Roscorro to follow in his icy wake like a deformed, smoke trailing, shadow.
Massive and imposing as ever the giant swept his head back and forth, long pointed ears ever moving, as he searched for danger. The eyes that always occupied the dark forest stared back at him. Thousands twinkled in the shadows, watching them go by. But nothing truly stirred. Perhaps it was the two pieces of hope that floated around the males that kept the creatures at bay. Or perhaps everyone knew that the Rift was at it again and were keeping their heads down. Smart. So why were they walking straight into it? Because Vynter was on some sort of mission and the tender hearted Clydesdale couldn't leave him to face portal alone. So when Vynter suddenly disappeared int oteh brush Rscorror's heart nearly stopped. "Vy!" He called out, hurrying after him. He plowed through the brush, devastating the plants with his mass as he entered the clearing. He stopped at the sight of Vynter fondling a mare's.... ear wings? "Vynter." He rumbled. "Give the lady some space, please." She looked utterly lost, shaken and confused. The usual reaction when one finds themselves with the Rift for the first time. Poor thing. His eyes softened as he turned his warm gaze to the creamy stranger. "I apologize for Vynter's actions. His curiosity often gets the better of him." He took a step towards them. Smoke fell from his body at the movement as his scales and spines glinted in the light. "My name is Roscorro. Are you okay? Is anything hurt?" His large head cocked as he looked her over, searching for any injuries. He knew not the circumstance that brought the girl here, but sometimes those who entered the rift were hurt or not well. He remembered the starving state of Blackbird when she first came. Upon finding no visible injuries he came to stop. He was not nearly as close as Vynter, preferring to give the mare her personal space. Spreading a great wing out, the orange and subtle blue hues flickering like flame wit the movement, he popped the boy on the head as if to scold him. Though it was not nearly hard enough to hurt. Before pulling it back, brushing the soft feathers across Vynter's head the pressure harder as he signaled for him to pull back. The motion should be enough to pull Vynter back, thanks to the ice his hooves so helpfully created. talk talk talk talk Roscorro I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks. I believe most poeple are good. RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Valkyrie - 02-24-2018
RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Vynter - 02-24-2018 It isn't long before the young man's usual companion is beside him. Not only to scold his brash movements, but to also delicately bring him closer to his furry side. It is in this moment that the boy relented, letting his hooves slip himself snugly next to the brute. His maw turned to touch his shoulder in greeting, having become accustomed to the man's constant company. Though the words were meant to deter the curious yearling from pestering any her further; he couldn't help but be drawn to her and her beauty. With a soft snort he took a half step forward, offering his nose out as a sign of peace.
It was only when did he sense the change in her demeanor did he collect himself, studying her intensely before looking to Rosco gently,"Pretty." His maw pointed to the wings behind her ears, small and delicate as they fluttered almost nervously. The suited her small physique perfectly. He wasn't used to seeing horses smaller than him. He knew he was taller than average, but to come across someone so petite was utterly fascinating. Despite this he restrained from invading her personal space once again. He didn't want to make her nervous, to make her run away like a fragile bird that felt cornered. He wanted to learn more about her, why she acted how she did to him, and just how in the world did she end up with wings upon her skull. He snorted, studying her wings again with a silent curiosity only he could possess. Even though he chose to be silent around others, there certainly wasn't anything intimidating about him. He was awkward and gangling, not entirely receptive of others reactions (despite being rather intuitive), and mostly likely would never be able to keep up a conversation in his lifetime. The only person that could truly understand him was Sister. Yet since they arrived in this place she had become a ghost in his life, and he didn't know if it was because he had learned to avoid her nagging or if she had a different agenda. There were some nights that he actually missed her. Looking at the stars he would wonder if she was watching them too, or if she was off trying to get her magic back that she likely missed dearly. Fire was as normal to Fenyx as breathing, and so when the Rift stripped it away from her he could feel the way it had changed her. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from wandering off in an effort to support her through this dark time. Because he had been so lost in his thoughts, Vynter was no longer concentrating on keeping his balance. Before he could stop himself his scrawny bulk was sliding himself forward, careening in the direction of the filly and causing himself to nearly crash into her petite form. It was at the last second did he stop, attempting to balance himself by flapping his crippled wing to gain some sort of backwards momentum. Despite it doing nothing, he managed to right himself just as his chest was inches from her face. With hooves planted firmly on the ground, he stared at her with a slight raise of his brows and his chin pressed against his neck. He continued to remain in this pose for a while, trying to register just what had occurred before finally tilting his head and speaking in his simple tone,"Pretty Valkyrie." Vynter my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way image credit to Skylark @Roscorro RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Roscorro - 02-24-2018 She was completely overwhelmed. She had been thrust into their world and then badgered by two strangers. One of whom looked like something that would want to eat her rather than be her friend. He could see the sheen that began to form of her body as the heat beat down on them relentlessly. Unlike her, he was used to the heat. Welcomed it even. His body thrived within the hot temperatures, even with his massive cloak on. A gift from his dragon blood. Though it turned on him in the cold season as it nearly went into shock, unable to handle the negative temperatures.
Her gear suggested that she was been in an area where warmth was needed to survive. Surely she was dyeing of heat in it now? She continued to steal glances at him, concerned that her gawking would upset him no doubt. He smiled at her concern. Though his actions had startled her into stepping back, she did not run. Likely still too stunned to make enough sense of her world to flee. Or her core nature had taken hold as her mind whirled within, unable to collect itself. Either way she made it obvious that she did not trust them. But she was unhurt, that was what the stallion cared about. Though the heat could soon change that if they did not find some water or shade. He gave a nod of his head. "I am glad. The passage over to the this world can be rough on some." He replied. Upon learning her name he offered a bow of his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Valkyrie." He looked down to Vynter as he blurted out a single word, describing the mare as pretty. The giant chuckled warmly as he met the lad's gaze. "That she is." He looked back to Valkyrie. "I suppose you are looking for an explanation as to what is going on. Most people who are swallowed into this world tend to want answers-" Before he could go on his younger companion suddenly burst forward as he lost his own footing. The brown, massive head of the stallion shot forward as he attempted to grab Vynter by the tail to stop him from stumbling into the shaken mare, missing it by a whisker. Alarm rang through his body and he was certain the two would go down. But they did not as Vynter managed to bring himself to a halt just a heartbeat before colliding. To which he followed up by complimenting Valkyrie again. This time throwing in her name. The older wanderer let out a heavy breath as his shoulders sagged. Honestly. He looked to Valkryie apologetically as he struggled not to laugh at the comical sight before him. The poor thing was going through a hard enough time, the last thing she needed was to be laughed at. talk talk talk talk Roscorro I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks. I believe most poeple are good. RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Valkyrie - 02-24-2018
@Vynter @Roscorro RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Rift Presence - 02-24-2018
Hello. It pulls in like a hungry tide of wolves, black shadows rippling as if they were the backs of beasts; silent, though. No snarls, no growls, no baying and howling. Only a hush, like a distant whisper carried in by the breeze, touches your ears. Smooth, like stone hands worn down by eons in the sea, cold and sort of wet like the same—the shadows brush up against your skin. Through your skin. Into your body, your bloodstream, your marrow, your mind. With a sigh it severs your hold on your magic, devouring it, before bleeding away like a bad dream upon waking. the Rift a dream deferred [ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: VALKYRIE ] Magic: The Rift devours your magic. Normal items transfer fine! Just link to this thread in your profile. RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Vynter - 02-25-2018 Even when her tone was displeased and her eyes were narrowed in his direction, the boy couldn't help but be utterly infatuated with her looks. Her pale lips were so delicate as they moved, her lilt soft and enticing. Her dialect was one he wasn't used to, but it only brought more questions to his constantly running mind. He paid no mind to her harsh words, to the way she seemed displeased with his actions; because he was focused on studying every inch of her. How did the Gods end up making something so small and delicate. She was like a flower in a summer breeze, full of life yet could so easily be swept away by a sudden up draft. He longed to find out more about how she worked.
It was only when her expression of irritation turned to disbelief did his own change, morphing into a softness that was rarely seen. It was almost as if she wasn't complimented often. How he couldn't possibly fathom, but he longed to compliment her more because of it. So with the same gusto he had before he bobbed his head with certainty, before looking into her beautiful eyes and reaffirming his statement,"Pretty Valkyrie." His nose pointed to her wings once again, resisting the urge to delicately brush his maw against them again as he softly spoke near her ear,"Wings." It was at this time that he finally took note of the injury in her hip, the wretched vine marring her pristine coat in a garish way. As soon as his mind registered what might have happened his demeanor changed, and soon he was taking one step back from the filly. "Valkyrie's hurt," he spoke in a more serious tone, the awkward and higher pitched lilt that often laced it nowhere to be found. He spared his companion only a briefly glance, before moving away from here and towards the brush to search for some herbs. As he moved he made a soft clicking sound, and soon from beneath his thick mane movement could be seen. What emerged from the depths was Leroy the mechanical spider, who flicked his feelers to Vynter curiously before moving towards the top of his head. As if they were in sync the spider was moving, making its way down the boy's shoulder and to the ground gracefully. It moved itself with a surprising amount of grace despite its mechanical build. It approached Valkyrie silently, beady eyes focused as it slowly made its way towards the injured hip. Finding a branch to climb it stopped just above the wounded hip, silently working its front legs while waiting for its master's next move. It didn't have to wait long before Vynter was back by the Sheildmaiden's side. He made haste with his movements, coming close to her flank and moving his head to reach for the vine protruding from her round hip. It was with subtle ease that he removed the vine; quickly so as to not have her thinking too much of it. As the blood began to pool he brought forth water-soaked moss, pressing it tenderly against her skin to clean away the blood and dirt. He made sure his next movements were quick when he pulled away the moss, grabbing a few leaves of one herb and chewing them up thoughtfully. Horsetail to prevent infection, Marigold to stop the bleeding, and Goldenrod to help with healing. After each herb was chewed into enough of a pulp he slathered them over her wound. Once he was certain the herbal mixture would suffice he turned to his spider companion, whom had been spinning cobweb for him while he worked. Grabbing it with the utmost care he turned once again to the damsel, tenderly pressing it against the poultice until it had it securely pressed against the wound. He took a step back to admire his handy work, looking at it with the utmost detail before nodding his head in satisfaction. It would work for now, but he likely would need to keep an eye on it within the next few days to ensure it was healing properly. Soon his gaze was meeting hers again, silently watching her with the standard calm demeanor that radiated from his being. Vynter my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way image credit to Skylark @Roscorro RE: Sleep well, and dream of fat prey that runs slow… - Roscorro - 02-25-2018 It was rather cute how Vynter's simple words had flustered Valkyrie so. Roscorro remained where he stood, watching the two youngling in amusement. Though he had not heard what Valkyrie had said earlier he was no fool. Body language spoke volumes. Seconds ago she had been venomous towards the lad, now she was confused once more. Thrown completely off by two words. Her youth and inexperience shown brightly. It was somewhat endearing.
He was a silent observer as Vynter, taking notice of an injury, set to work. Curious the stallion watched his young friend, his head cocking to one side as a mechanical spider emerged from his mane. Hadn't he seen something like that before? Storm colored eyes remained glued to Vynter as he returned to Valkyrie after a short time of searching. With a tenderness he had not seen from the yearling, Vynter set to work tending to Valkyrie's wound. A sense of pride settled over the giant as he watched the normally distant lad care for another. Though he could have healed the wound with his magic, Roscorro made no mention of it. Let the yearling have his pride in caring for another. It was good for him to step outside of himself more, to come out of that shell. As the Clydesdale observed he felt a familiar present sweep by him. Ears shooting forward his eyes locked onto Valkyrie, readying to leap in if she blamed Vynter for the sensation that was no doubt sweeping through her. As if sensing the change within the mare, Rosco's piece of hope leaped forward. With a flash of white light it split in two, the second piece offering itself to Valkyrie in an attempt to ease some of the ill effects of the Rift. Hopefully it would be enough to sooth her temper, if it flared towards Vynter. He himself had been blamed once for the Rift's actions, he did not want to see his little buddy being wrongly accused as well. talk talk talk talk Roscorro I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks. I believe most poeple are good. @Valkyrie |