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  Mid-Winter, Year 2    Leviticus Era
A meeting for the Knights of Lyrus is being hosted by Commander Kodarki in the Red Waste!
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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 7:12 AM. (Edited: Jan 10 2018, 7:14 AM by Kyrian.)
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Kyrian

How long has this been goin' on?

You been creepin' 'round on me,,
 
The tip of a split hoof kicked a pebble into the yawning darkness of the cave entrance. A stallion stood just under the lip and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. Dusk hued wings were poised so the arches shielded the back of his head and the lengthy pinions guarded his haunches, essentially cloaking his topline against the flurry swirling behind him. Snow was coming down in great fat flakes and had been for quite some time. It wasn't exactly a white-out blizzard but the draft had almost lost his bearing since the familiar landmarks were indistinct due to their snow cover. Already the sticky substance was about fetlock deep and growing deeper. Yet he managed to reach the shelter of the Depths. Thick black lashes framing citrine orbs were dusted with frost and he released a cloud of breath before frisking his cloven hooves at the entrance to remove the clods of snow clinging to his ebony stockings.   

Giving a full body shake to scatter the flakes from his enormous wings, the stud neatly folded the appendages in an economical manner that spoke of practiced ease then pressed forward into the darkness. The pale gloom of the winter outbreak behind him prevented the bioluminescent foliage to glow until he took a corner into a thicker darkness. Confidently he navigated the turns and forks, familiar with the path. The rivulets of water that streamed down the walls were now frozen streaks with enough sheen to almost act as mirrors. With a flick of his feather-tipped tail, the rogue ignored the reflection he cast. 

Still he was blown away by the impressive uniqueness of the Depths. Stalagmites reached upward in eager anticipation of joining with their inverted twin,  stalactites. Other icicle-like formations hung heavily from the ceiling but they weren’t strictly mineral deposits. These gleamed and shone, helping to reflect the pale green and rich blue luminescence of the fungi. They were crystals. Beautiful and extraordinary. A whirl of sensations infused his blood as his mind wandered to his sea siren, Øydis. She was never far from his thoughts of late. Perhaps he would be able to convince her to explore with him here. Though he was well aware of her affinity for the ocean, the pegasus thought she might enjoy the splendor of the Depths for a short time. He would have to wait and see. 

Onyx mug curved upward in a soft, secretive smile Kyrian looked away from the attractiveness of nature and began to jog deeper into the labyrinth. Counting the turns and predicting the divergences before reaching them, he slowly noted the changes as the flora and fungi became more orderly, pleasing to the eye and easier to follow, until finally the baroque heard the monotonous din of quiet conversation. The archway entrance was tall enough that he didn't need to duck. Entering the vast cavern that was home to the House of Mischief he strolled in with feigned familiarity.

Having been here but once before with an entertainer, named Vennom Seduction, the roan wasn’t exactly certain how this worked but he decided to browse. At Vono's discretion he had simply been introduced to the establishment where he had bid farewell to avoid any further connection with the feisty maiden. He had wanted to come back sooner in the hopes of gleaning information about the current politics of the herds; however, the youthful stud had been preoccupied until now. Eyes as bright as the sun’s fire scanned his surroundings while he strode toward a vacant niche.

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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 8:20 PM. (Edited: Jan 10 2018, 8:25 PM by Shakaya.)
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Shakaya



Her alcove was a mess, cobwebs forming in the corners while dust lined edges of the cozy room. Teal ears flicked to the side as she regarded the sad state of her workplace and set about running her feathers along all the surfaces. The dust collected within the vibrant colors and caused Yiteri to sneeze. The rodent sniffled, tiny paw wiping at her muzzle as she moved from her usual perch between the wings and balanced between the mare's ears. A small frown of concern left the rodent's over sized front teeth exposed as she fiddled with a violet forelock. "It isn't healthy to keep everything bottled up," the scolding was soft even though it fell on deaf ears.

Bottling unpleasant emotions was what the vixen excelled at and was often sought out for by her clients. Some of them only thought of their encounters as just sex but the mare knew better. If they were truly sound of mind then they would find an easier and quicker way to satisfy the carnal urges without trekking so far into the depths. No, she swiped yet another surface with her wing, they come when they need something more than they could get elsewhere. Shakaya liked to trick herself into thinking that she did this only for them, that she didn't benefit from the encounters but deep down she knew that was a lie. For the most part it was true but as of late she'd started to depend on the sessions for her own mental health. 

Carinae was changing and the stallion she had sworn her life to was no longer there. Her ears went flat as she thought back to a week ago and the horrible sight that had greeted her along the beach. Flesh so ravaged it was a damn miracle that her Khal had managed to drag himself as far away from the arena as he had. Strangers stood around him as the ocean lapped at the streams of blood and tried to claim him as it's own. How she had spaced out when waiting for the Khaleesi to arrive, mind thinking about a darker rogue stud and wondering why he had never showed up after his own fight. A sharp pain brought her thoughts back to the present and she swung her head to the side in confusion. 

Beady eyes stared up at her as their owner perched precariously on an outstretched wing. "Stop that," the rat snapped as she removed her tiny claws from the appendage. "We did what we could and it was enough, so are you going to finish cleaning or stand there and try to guilt yourself?" Yiteri ran along the wing and back up the mare's neck. "If you blame yourself then you are blaming me because I was there with you."

"I'm not." The reply was snapped back in a petulant manner that told both of them that the words were a lie. Shakaya's voice softened though as she continued, "I would never blame you."

"Then quit implicating me along with yourself." Yiteri hopped off of the mare to land neatly on one of the pillows. "If you want to be guilty over something then you can mope about crushing the last of the vanilla." Tiny paws started to knead the soft object, making it seem like it had never been used before. "And you still haven't replaced it. That is the true crime."

An amused snort left the vixen as she exited the alcove and beat her wings together so as to clear the dust off of them. The debris billowed out into the air with the impact and this time Shakaya was the one that sneezed. An ear flicked at the muttered mention of karma and she made a mental note to ask her Khaleesi to grow some more. 

The pair worked in tandem for the rest of the early morning hours and by the time they were finished the alcove was spotless. Shakaya rumbled, quite pleased with the work as she looked over the area. The mare had already washed her wings to remove the residual dust and the feathers gleamed as they settled along her back. "Good work!" White lips rubbed against the rat's back and Yiteri arched into the contact while bruxing happily. "I think all is good here and I know you're just dying to explore more of the caverns." Concern was quick to lace her voice as she continued. "Just please be careful."

There was an indignant scoff as Yiteri twisted around to face her friend, "I'm always careful. You're the crazy one, but yes I will be extra careful." The tiny doe bounded to the curtain before disappearing from view with a tiny squeak of surprise. 

There was a rather large hoof resting directly in her path and the rat stared at its owner with annoyance. She supposed the brute could make for a good shortcut for getting to her usual ledges of travel and her paws reached out to use the limb in front of her. With her haunches coiled she calculated the distance and sprang forward... only to be greeted with thin air as the dark leg evaded her attempt. 

Another wave of annoyance washed over her and she quickly scurried to sit in front of the stallion once more. It was then that she realized who her uncooperative ladder was and her eyes widened briefly as she thought about telling Shakaya. No, I want to be long gone before she sees him. The rat stayed quiet and opted for simply staring at Kyrian rather pointedly before attempting to scale him again. 

Navy blue fur bristled along the nape of her neck when he once again prevented her from achieving her goal and this time she skittered back in front of him with attitude. Standing on her rear legs she bared her front teeth at him and once she was sure she had his attention moved her gaze to rest on one of the ledges above them.  Then her head slowly moved back to him before returning to the direction of her destination. I swear, you equines are rather thick sometimes, the rodent was quick to correct herself as she remembered who the subject of her scorn was; you most of all, how you operate with such a tiny brain baffles me

This time the leg remained where it was and she was quick to take advantage of the opportunity. She was careful not to scratch as she made her way up his shoulder and thought about her next move. The doe didn't bother to try to let him know what she wanted and chose to use her own athleticism instead. She clambered high onto his neck before launching herself up and made contact with stone ledge. Yiteri was quite pleased with her ability to communicate with the brute without actually being able to speak with him and she peered down at him with pity in her eyes. There was a rustle of movement from the other side of the curtain and the rat squeaked softly in thanks before hastily disappearing in the darkness.

"Yiteri? You having problems getti-" The question was abruptly cut off as a blur of teal, white and purple appeared. The perked ears flicked to the side as Shakaya rammed up barriers around her mind, amethyst eyes studying the figure in front of her with a cool detachment. Kyrian, a large part of her ached to greet him but the hurt was quick to silence it. The stallion was in perfect condition, coat glossy and whole.So the rumors were true, he went to a different healer. It was a struggle to keep her ears from pinning as she realized that it had been a healer with magic that he had sought out. The vixen wanted to whirl, to let him face her rear hooves as they prepared to strike but she squashed the feelings and opted for professionalism instead.

"Kyrian," his name was spoken without the sensual purr she usually tied to it, "Is there something you need?"




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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 10:57 PM.
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Kyrian

While you callin' me "baby"

 How long has this been goin' on?,,
 
After settling in to observe, the draft found his thoughts wandering after a length of time went by without an ounce of success. Separate from the clients and their attendants, he wasn’t close enough to any of the patrons to successfully eavesdrop. Besides, their conversations appeared to be of the recreational type and he had come for information. Being a rogue was starting to chafe. Constantly out of the loop on current events he was growing edgy for news from his Carinae friends. The loner would go himself but a nearly palpable tension scented the boarder, leaving him hesitant to intrude and cause strife.

With a regretful shake of his head the winged brute was turning to leave when another dusty breeze swirled from the entertainers’ hallway. It had been happening on and off for some time now. This one was different though because he detected a familiar scent. A curious stirring urged him to investigate. Sable audits flicked toward the guard as his head followed to look at the figure. Onyx lips curved in disdain at the slumped posture, clearly sleeping on the job. It wasn’t a fake sleep either, their head drooped almost to the cavern floor and their ribs expanded and contracted with each deep breath. But the guard’s faulty work was in Kyrian’s favor.

The vibrant dusk hued wings were not subtle so stealth was not in his favor but, as far as he could tell, no one was the wiser when he strolled into the corridor. Cloven hooves silently ambled along the bioluminescent lit path, chambers branched on either side; he knew that those with closed curtains were claimed quarters. The baroque male came to a standstill beside a specific curtain. Ebony whiskered nares flared to savor the strong scent of pine and subtle, feminine hint of lavender over the musk of the cave.

Taking a step forward, about to paw at the fabric barrier, the stallion found his ears going akimbo at the sight of a rodent emerging and promptly squeaking at him. The little creature reared up as if to launch at his foreleg and, with a scowl, he lifted the appendage out of reach before stamping it down in warning, ears flattening to his poll. Beady eyes flashed emerald bright in the faint lighting as the little paws planted firming in front of his cloven hooves once again. The pegasus could have sworn he saw recognition flash in those little eyes and he narrowed his citrine ones in turn when those little claws reached toward his silky stocking feathers again. With ire he shifted his hooves to avoid the grasping paws and began to flick his tail in irritation. He wished the little critter would leave him be. He had other matters to attend. Tiny paws caught his attention though and the male rolled his eyes when he saw it was motioning from him to ledge along the wall. Suffering the indignity with rumbling contempt, Kyrian pursed his lips and cast a glance down the hallway to see if anyone would notice the rodent scaling him like a jungle gym. Surprisingly gentle, the deep blue rat scampered up and he shivered when the paws tickled through his mane before launching toward the ledge. Citrine orbs held a modicum of admiration at the impressive feat since it was quite the distance for one so little. The stud couldn’t decipher the rodent’s expression and thought perhaps it squeaked in thanks before it sidled away, the curtain beside him whispering with movement, and he shrugged off the bizarre encounter.

Turning his gaze back to his task, Kyrian sucked in a lungful of air because standing before him, her words coming to an abrupt stop, was Shakaya. Who's Yiteri? he wondered. Dark petal-shaped ears swiveled forward and his perceptive eyes took note of her form as she did the same to him. She looked well, if a bit tired. The roan stallion had a delighted expression at seeing her. Their last encounter, a spontaneous joke, he hadn’t even had a chance to say a word to her before she retreated after plastering his rump with mud. Yet he noted a distinct hardening of her features when she lifted her gaze to meet his, her bright amethyst orbs unexpectedly cold. Confused, the warm welcome he had been about to say remained frozen on his parted lips especially at her distinctly formal greeting. A litany of emotions scattered across his masculine face: surprised bewilderment, crestfallen, and wary. Opting to err on the side of caution the genial male went for a cordial greeting instead of the over friendly nuzzling he had planned. 

"Actually, yes," Kyrian responded before softly rumbling her name, "Shakaya." Keeping his eyes on her, the winged equine sank his chest low and tucked a foreleg in a half-bow of greeting. Shifting his weight to all four hooves and coming to his full height, the rogue motioned with his mug to the room behind her. "May we speak in private?" An imploring tone giving her the option of refusing. Something was wrong but he hadn't the slightest clue what and he didn't want to pressure her.


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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 12:31 AM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 12:32 AM by Shakaya.)
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Shakaya



Being bowed to was bizarre and unnerving, a suggestion that the stallion in front of her did indeed find value in her but she chose to file it under flattery. Most males groveled at the mere hint of having messed up when it came to their counterparts and she highly doubted this was anything different. A pent up sigh escaped the mare in the form of a snort, the sound flat as she turned away from the rogue and entered her alcove. "Don't be absurd." She couldn't hide the tiny bit of amusement in her voice though, "I'm not the ruler of a herd or a legitimate healer and even if I was... bowing would be excessive."

She waited for him to enter the room, body turned away from the stallion. "After all, if I was able to wield the magic that flows through Elysium I'm sure you would have at least sent word to me by now." Her ears pinned as she turned to face him, wings tucked tightly against her body. "It is the decent thing to do. I'm not sure if you knew that, but now you do." Her ears flattened even further, seeming to merge with her skull as she directed her gaze to him for the first time since entering the room. "Don't bother saying that you tried or that you simply couldn't find me."

The teal vixen backed up further until her rump was skimming the cool wall of her niche. "There are many ways to get information to someone without actually speaking to them and you know which I herd I am with." For a moment she seemed to deflate and regather the thoughts that had been scrambled at the sight of him. There was venom oozing into her tone as she continued,"Oh no, it's much better to wait and let someone wonder what happened to you. To make them restless and unable to sleep soundly through the night because they are too busy trying not to think of all the horrible situations that could have kept you from meeting them. It's much better to let them run themselves ragged in an attempt to find you or any information as to what could have happened."

Her ears flicked to the side, cramping from the tense position as she watched him but they never perked in his direction. "I suppose its a good thing you didn't bother seeking me out as I was needed elsewhere with more urgency." There was a lack of conviction to the statement though, and she allowed her legs to fold before she neatly nestled into the pillows underneath her lithe frame. Wary eyes blinked up at Kyrian as the mare waited for his response.




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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 6:06 AM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 7:52 AM by Kyrian.)
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Kyrian

I'm ignoring all the signs

I keep on frontin',,
 
With a snort, the teal mare turned her rump to him and pushed aside the curtain. Clearly Shakaya wasn’t as impressed by manners as Arête was or the black roan was simply that bad at them. Then she called over her shoulder and he had his answer, the feisty mare wasn’t interested in semantics. But his brow furrowed at her wording as he carefully entered the abode. What does she mean by legitimate healer? he wondered. The stallion knew that some who had mastered their craft still considered themselves students but the tone wasn’t right. It was almost…mocking.

Dark brow yet furrowed, Kyrian took a moment to casually glance around her arrangement. The sight of drying herbs and bottled remedies did not come as unexpected. Neither did the plush pillows placed with strategic sensibility in mind, as well as artfully, to make the most of her cozy territory. For the stud was well aware that he was merely a guest in this room, her domain. Perhaps a barely tolerated one he figured from her body language. The feather-tipped tail had scantly followed him into the confines of the room when she dropped the drape and went out of her way to avoid touching him as she turned around. Her dulcet tones were absent and in their place was a seething, quiet anger as she began to speak again.

An indescribable expression crossed his face and made him suddenly appear rather young. He was taken aback by the way she spoke so vehemently yet maintained an eloquent air of dignity. Ears splayed to the sides in obvious headache, the winged male opened his maw to apologize for not getting a message to her but his lips pressed tightly closed when she continued. Facing each other now, citrine eyes peered down at the smaller equine with rich amethyst eyes. Blue-green ears were flattened to the riot of silky purple tresses and he hoped they would angle toward him, giving him a turn to speak, but they didn’t.

Frustration started to build deep in his belly. Though his nature was slow to anger recent events had left him easier to irritate and he was growing impatient to speak. Truly, the rogue empathized with his friend, if she would still let him call her that. He hadn’t meant to leave her wondering. The vixen took a moment to gather her thoughts and he nearly slipped in a mumbled excuse but she started off again much to his annoyance. All the same, she berated him further and his wings shifted as the feathers ruffled. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand being chastised.

Delicate ears released from their angry pin but didn’t turn his way. The stud was fairly simmering for his turn when the timber of her last statement reached him. Her words sinking like a cold stone to the pitch of his stomach, quenching the embers of anger. "Who needed you? Are they hale?" His questions tumbled over each other as worry of a different kind laced around his throat. The roan hadn’t been able to reach Björn. Each time Kyrian pictured the solemn gray eyes and scarred face of his confidant the message seemed to vanish unsuccessfully. His next task was to find Björn but he had wanted to find Shakaya first. A moment after the questions, the dark faced stud quietly spoke to the now reclining mare.

"My actions cannot be taken back and any words are empty, this I know, but I implore you, Shakaya, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to distress you. It was never my intention to abandon you at the colosseum but I," his resolve wavered and he looked down at his cloven hooves, "I lost." That frail pride had become inflamed and clouded his mind. Forgetting nearly everyone that he cared for, and those who so diligently cared for him, he had sulked away. Sable ears flicked back in shame as he closed his eyes and lowered his head. But this wasn’t supposed to be about him, his instincts urged him to think back on her earlier words because something was seriously awry.

Orbs like twin suns opened and searched her features as he continued, "I wasn’t seeking a healer…though I had the good fortune of having one come to me." The secret hidden in his words had a flutter of butterflies warming his blood at the thought of Øydis. "I was looking to find solitude to dwell in selfish pity. It's ugly but it’s the truth." Keeping his head low so she didn't have to strain to look at him - if she even wanted to look at him - his eyes hardened with honesty and sincerity. "Magic isn't what makes a healer. The heart is and you have more compassion in your left ear than most do in their entire body, Shakaya. Never doubt your ability." Aching to reach out and brush a feather to her cheek, the stallion recalled their first encounter when she told him to be bold and so he did. The cadium orange pinion flared as his right wing shifted toward her. He aimed to gently caress her cheek and follow the delicate slope of her white marking before pulling away. 


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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 8:08 AM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 8:13 AM by Shakaya.)
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Shakaya



Shakaya remained silent as he spoke and attempted to place herself in his hooves, mind whirling through the various scenarios that unfolded before her. The mare would have understood taking at the most a few hours to sulk in solitude before seeking out any equine that was waiting. But to wait a week? A heavy sigh rocked through her when he asked for her to forgive him and the teal ears were quickly pinned once more. She was tempted to lie to him, to tell him that everything would be fine with that apology but she couldn't get the words past the lump in her throat. Lying would solve nothing and only cause frustration regardless of how much the stud in front of her wanted to hear those words. No, she would not lie and risk yet another rift between them. 

"I could tell you that all is forgiven," she started as she got to her feet, cheek leaning into the feather's touch, "but I would be lying." The mare still didn't pull away from his caress despite the rejection she had just voiced. She let herself linger, enjoying the soothing and undemanding contact for a few moments longer before forcing herself to stop. This was a slippery slope that she refused to take again. No, this time she would not fall under his spell. If he wanted then they could remain friends and he could also be her client but she would not allow him as close to her heart as she had before. Not for a while at least. "I know it isn't the answer you were hoping for but any type of relationship built on lies and half truths is a farce. I need to surround myself with equines that I know that I can trust and at the moment..." Her voice wavered, "I don't trust that you wouldn't vanish again."

The vixen turned away from him, white chin resting gently on one of the many ledges while she inhaled the earthy scent of her companion. Her mind wandered for a moment, wondering if Yiteri was having any success in her quest to find and gather new plants. She hoped that the rat was enjoying herself, it would make one of them. "My companion seems to think you could be worth the trouble or else I'm sure that she would have alerted me to your presence. Either that or she's planning on trying to get me to collect vanilla from you." This time her sigh was fond and expression soft as she turned to face Kyrian. "I created a monster by introducing her to that plant."

Eccentric wings rearranged themselves along her back, positions far looser than earlier as her ears swiveled to face him. "I won't forgive you but I am willing to give you a second chance if you'd be willing to put forth the effort." She stepped forward, hesitant as she continued, "Our relationship is whatever you want it to be and I will never interfere when it comes to your endeavors but I do expect for you to respect us enough to keep me informed of your condition." Her muzzle nudged his shoulder, the action firm and resolved. "In a timely manner."





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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 9:37 AM.
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Kyrian

You been actin' so shady

I've been feelin' it lately, baby,,
 
Oh how tense he became at the fae’s soft sigh. Was it one of acceptance, regret, longing, or pity? A combination of a few or something else altogether? Observant as those watchful red-orange eyes were and as sensitive as he was to emotions, Kyrian felt off kilter. Previously the wanderer had thoroughly enjoyed the warm embraces of eager mares and they had parted on mutual, satisfied terms. Of late, however, he was finding himself in quicksand. With a serious expression he watched the vixen gather her hooves and stand while he thought of the offers of comfort he extended toward certain mares and how they reached too deep to his core, his compliments of late ringing too true. When Shakaya’s alabaster lips parted he anticipated word on who urgently needed her care and was further pushed from harmony as she spoke instead about his standing with her.

If he had been a fair colored equine, the stallion may have gone pale but his ebony mask hid the drain of blood at her words. A chill swept over him that had nothing to do with the season. The single point of warmth was her teal cheek pressed against his reaching feather, softer than the finest linen he had ever touched. The sensitive pinion didn’t tremble or retreat at her words. Tiny, defiant hope clawed against her rejection. It had been a mistake to leave her like he had and he was ashamed of his actions, but he was here now. Could she honestly turn away from him so easily? The depth of his attachment was shocking and he despised the sensation of falling, hooves lashing out wildly to find nothing, as he waited. When Shakaya pulled away he was devastated.

Bowing his skull, the dusk winged brute repressed a shudder and was trying to find words that would form a goodbye especially when her silvery voice filled the quiet space between them. She spoke of lies and half-truths. He analyzed his words spoken and knew he was guilty. Even that first promise had been broken by his actions. Feeling deplorable, a cloven hoof pawed the ground and his leonine tail gave a swish at his discomfort. Only when she presented her thick purple tail in his direction did he look up. The thought of meeting her gaze was too much; he didn’t want to see them filled with scorn. He would remember them being joy filled during their mud fight.

Somehow he had to convince his legs to move but he remained were she left him. Onyx audits slowly swiveled forward as Shakaya mentioned a companion. He had no idea what that had to do with vanilla but his citrine eyes were trained upon the back of her head waiting for her to continue. Another sigh. Was he even remembering to breathe? Each aching lung attested to the fact that he had been holding his breath. Drawing in a long, silent inhale, Kyrian dropped his gaze to her golden hooves when she turned around. He would find a way to bring an entire vanilla plant here if that’s what it took but he didn’t dare look her in the eye. He would reveal too much.

That tiny hope roared with fierce delight at the prospect of mending bridges and he couldn’t keep from looking up, those brilliant orbs of his brimming with promises that he feared to speak. Because he wasn’t a fool to abuse such a generous olive branch, if he failed now he knew something special would be taken from him. As unfair as that sounded, Kyrian was aware enough of his own nature to know that he greedily demanded more than he offered. Perhaps it was time to change that. The baroque draft quivered at the emphasis of timely with her nudge to his shoulder. He wanted to arch his neck over hers and pull her close. His typically steady legs threatened to tremble again as he restrained the urge but the words flowed forth before he could fully consider them, "Then take me home, Shakaya. Lock me away in the fields of Carinae where I’ll never be able to stray again." He was saying it all wrong but he lacked a more fitting statement. Thoughts rushing to be expressed all at once, he deep timbers rumbling, "I’m sick and tired of wandering." At the first taste of herdlife the youthful stud had lost his wanderlust but, stubborn mule that he was, he had refused to recognize it.

Wearily he whispered, "I can’t stand the loneliness anymore." It wasn't that he was alone. It was standing adrift in a crowd knowing that a feast could be waiting at home, if only he had a home, that made him feel this way. Immediately his thoughts returned to Øydis. Just the memory of her made him grow less isolated but a nearly frantic need to find shelter for her surfaced as he was well aware that their joining may have consequences beyond the kindling of fires in his heart. Results that he wasn’t sure he was prepared for – no, he knew he wasn’t prepared for. Internally the rogue snorted at himself, he couldn’t even fend off someone his senior. How would he ever dream of protecting Øydis on his own? What if she carried his foal? A babe of his blood? It was exhilarating to imagine and at the same time terrifying to consider. Burnished gold eyes openly stared at the Carinae mare, a would-be friend if only he could settle into the stallion he was expected to be. A stallion he aspired to be, which was a better one than he was now.

 
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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 5:20 AM. (Edited: Yesterday, 12:19 AM by Shakaya.)
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#8

Shakaya



Amethyst eyes scrutinized the litany of emotions that twisted through Kyrian's face. Fondness, longing, worry, shame and conviction. The mare's head tilted as she realized that the term fondness didn't quite cover the emotion that was radiating from the stallion and the far off look in his eyes told her that he was thinking of a different mare. Shakaya's lips tilted up as she filed away that tidbit of information for later and decided to address his verbal statements.

Lock you up? She snorted at the thought and the amusement left her as she focused on his choice of words. "If Carinae was about taking away someone's freedom then I would have never joined it." A shudder rippled through her as she shifted her weight uneasily. Things were changing and was too early to tell if it was for the better. "Yes, I swore my life to Valor and Arete when I joined the herd but it isn't how it sounds. It was a mutual agreement that if they risked their lives to protect mine then it was only right that I would be willing to do the same for them."

Shakaya moved closer to him, accepting of the promise for change. "The day that we were supposed to meet by the Colosseum... my Khal fought Etain's father for the Eternal Wood and lost." Her ears swept back into a loose pin at the memory.  

Blood coated the ground as the stallion's labored breathing rivaled the roar of the ocean beside them. The destroyed flesh rose and fell with each breath, bits of it flopping loosely from the jerky movement as her Khal's muscles started to convulse. His body was shutting down and sending mixed signals to the nerves that wound through it. He was dying, body busted internally and in ways that without magic was impossible to fix. Even then, magic could only do so much and ruptured organs would remain broken despite even the best attempts at restoration. 

Shakaya shook herself, mane slapping against her neck as she wrenched her thoughts away from the memory. He survived, the fact burned bitterly in the back of her mind as her legs folded and the pillows seemed to rise to meet her. The dragon-like beast had disappeared shortly after and there hadn't been a sighting of him in the long week that had followed. The healer flicked a teal ear in Kyrian's direction and listened to the stallion's deep breaths in an effort to ground herself. It was only the middle of the morning and yet she was exhausted. Seeing Kyrian again had brought forth a tidal wave of emotions that she'd shoved to the very back of her mind. The vixen had carried on in her life like everything was fine when in reality her world was changing and she wasn't sure of what would happen next. 

She was losing control over the equines that came in and out of her life. Losing control over herself, another shiver rippled across her hide as she avoided Kyrian's gaze. This wasn't something she wanted to talk about right now, not with him. Not when it was plain to see that he was feeling guilty already. I don't add to misery, the reminder was vicious and unrelenting, I take it away from others. Amethyst eyes focused on the draft's hooves even as her wings shifted so as to make it possible for him to get behind her. The mare wouldn't object to having something solid to lean against, something that wouldn't demand her to make things better. 

Make things better. It was exactly what the stallion in front of her needed, had requested from her and yet... I can't. I can't promise to make everything better. There would be no way of knowing if she could get him into Carinae and she wasn't sure how much her word would mean to the new leader. Her tail flicked, movement distressed and frustrated as she tried to answer his statement without promising anything. "I will do my best to get you into the herd but I can't guarantee anything." Amethyst eyes rose to meet citrine, "Carinae is under new management."




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Posted on Jan 16 2018, 8:26 AM.
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#9

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YOU BEEN ACTIN' SO SHADY

 I'VE BEEN FEELIN' IT LATELY, BABY,,
 
Blessedly delightful Shakaya, the stallion’s broad head tilted to the side while his thoughts swirled around the fact that the teal mare was so lavish with her candor. She was so caring. Her heart’s blood was that of a healer, of that he was absolutely certain. Astute gaze noted the way her pelt quivered and her weight shifted. Suddenly he knew that her next words would not be as encouraging as he had hoped. And they weren’t. Her ivory lips parted to give him context. She spoke of a solemn oath given between the rulers of Carinae to their loyal herd members. When the fae stepped closer the black roan didn’t hesitate to allow her into his space. Emanating heat much like the warmth of a far reaching bonfire, he furrowed his brow with worry at her fatigued expression. Then the draft felt his body go still as stone at the news she hesitantly disclosed.

This Khal of Carinae had been Björn’s brother by blood. Though his friend had only briefly mentioned the other stallion Kyrian had a distinct air of respect for the male and was instantly concerned about both of their wellbeing. Assessing Shakaya for any sign of grief, the perceptive stud observed as she seemed to shake herself free from clutching thoughts. The bitter memories of only a week past? He wondered but was cautious to ask for she was tucking her knees and settling against the lush pillows again. He detected no devastating sense of loss and prayed to the goddess that he wasn’t wrong in assuming the male had made it out alive. The brute might be stretching his ability to read minute facial expressions but he only observed a tender soul adrift with aching questions as her amethyst gaze turned guarded. 

It was a look too familiar for him not to recognize, if he was honest. Too often it could be found plastered to his masculine face. A soft smile curved his lips, even as his sunfire orbs remained somber, when the healer shifted her rainbow hued wings. She seemed to be offering him a place to settle behind her. Startlingly familiar to the place he had taken with Øydis on their very first night together, the roan hesitated. When the luxurious purple tail swished he was glad he waited to move. 

Eyes darkening when she spoke of new leadership, Kyrian barely held his tongue in check. He didn’t want Shakaya to get the wrong impression – that he was angry at her – for his emotions roared to life again that the upheaval. Nothing in life would be simple, it seemed. With the utmost of care, he tread to stand behind her and gave her plenty of time to rebuff him before settling upon the plush cushions behind her. The timbers of his voice held reassurance as he quietly spoke over her shoulder, "Oh Shakaya, I don’t mean to burden you with my request. I did not know so much had come to pass. When was the last time you rested?" From deep within his chest the rogue hummed a wordless, monotone cadence that held little variance as his sable lips reached to press against her cheek. The feather-tipped tail curled contently along his back legs, which were sprawled away from his belly to curve around her. Front limbs were neatly tucked beneath his chest. With a faint chuckle, the loner realized how much chaos he had brought to her doorstep. "I came in like a whirling tornado, didn’t I?"



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Posted on Jan 18 2018, 3:59 AM. (Edited: Yesterday, 12:21 AM by Shakaya.)
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Shakaya



Amethyst eyes closed with contentment as the stallion settled in behind her. The amount of care that went into the action left the vixen smiling in amusement as she let the tension seep out of her body. Muscles relaxed and her form became pliable, molding to fit against the draft in a way that spoke of the trust she was placing in him. The trust was readily given, eagerly waiting to be accepted in full and the healer let her barriers crash down. A teal ear flicked in the stud's direction at his next words and her eyes opened again, a layer of humorous sass coating her own reply. "Well, there's this amazing thing called communication and I hear its quite effective for conveying news. I'd suggest giving it a try sometime." Both of ears pinned at his apology, eyes turning serious as she twisted her neck so that she could look at him. "You're only a burden when you don't stay in touch, luckily for you there is a very easy remedy."

She was quick to dismiss the question about her own well-being, knowing that he'd probably be displeased with the answer. It wasn't like she spent every night without a trace of sleep. There are bigger problems. Problems that she didn't have a chance to dwell on, ears flicking to catch every word that came from Kyrian. Whirling tornado? The analogy made her snort in amusement, teal cheek pressed firmly against the draft's shoulder. "Tornadoes are just giant sky dicks." The observation was sleepy, "they fuck up everything they touch before disappearing." Her head tilted once more, eyes sincere as they gazed up at him. "I'm afraid you aren't that much of an asshole. Not yet at least." His low humming was making it harder and harder to stay alert.

"So, who is it that you plan on bringing to Carinae with you?" Her tail swished lazily, sly smile gracing her muzzle. "Surely there is a someone, unless you're a weirdo who gazes at cavern walls like they own his heart." Shakaya seemed to pause, feigned concern edging into her voice. "Wait, you did come to seek out the services of an equine and not the wall... right?" Her lithe body vibrated in an attempt to contain the small laugh that ached to be let loose before turning a little more serious. "She must be impressive, this mare." Her head dipped in a small nod before the vixen resumed her previous position and pressed against him. "Very impressive to have snared a wandering rogue that loved the freedom of his lifestyle." 

Shakaya fell silent, waiting for his reply as she sighed softly. The air in her alcove was slowly losing it's heat as the cavern adjusted to keep the pair from overheating in such a close proximity. It was a wonder that she had yet to find an explanation for but greatly appreciated. Aware of the fact that it would be rude to doze off while he answered her question, the mare scrutinized her earlier work of cleaning. Spotless, satisfaction surged through her at the observation, of course it is




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OOC |*squeaks* Snuggles, jokes and prying.




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