4 Year Old
Mare
none of
Spectral Meadows
Aurum
4 posts
Played by KK
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PHAEDRA
Halcyonian
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Mar 25, 2016 14:39:06 GMT -6
Post by PHAEDRA on Mar 25, 2016 14:39:06 GMT -6
Unequipped and entirely irritable, Phaedra stormed erratically into Aeon Bluffs. Her home, floating spectrally just below her, whispered her name in letters of turquoise and emerald. Phaedra herself was merely a red wraith, hovering suggestively above the ground as her hologram body wavered hesitantly in the sun. It was hot, she thought even though her mind was whirling too quickly for her to truly feel the heat of the springtime sun. She shivered, more aware of the icy blood in her veins than the streaming radiation of the star she used to consider her friend. One step forward and Phaedra had cleared the trail, pastel green eyes scanning the horizon of the Halyconian lands.
Today will be the day I die, she thought.
Phaedra, a bit of a sapphic mess, stumbled forward. Images of Sansa’s warm chest dangled coyly just over the side of the bluff. Eyes, now wide with hope, dragged the pale woman’s body forward. Loneliness quelled every reasonable thought that rushed around and collided with Phae’s brain. She remembered, she remembered - every broken breathe, every firework touch, every tidal wave of emotion. She . . . she did not recall what it felt like to be adored, or what it felt like to adore. She was limp, lacking, quivering helplessly in the grip of memories past. Phaedra would rest comfortably in the arms of Sansa - in the arms of anybody. Her heart leapt against her chest, begging to be released from the perpetual ache of solitude. Now just an inch from the edge of the bluff, the mauve woman stretched her neck to touch the movie playing before her. A soft whimper escaped her lips, she trembled, now wobbling dangerously over the edge.
Suddenly, the image was cut and all that was left was the glistening waves of Spectral Meadows. Phaedra’s eyes widened - in shock or horror or epiphany.
Her scream pierced the bluffs. Phaedra reared back on her haunches, back legs peddling desperately to save her life. She was nothing more than a grim cloudy day as she fell backward, eyes misty with a time she will never get back. Phae landed a few feet from the edge. She immediately dropped her head, ears pulled back in mourning. She looked like a widow, black gauze spread across her eyes as tears emptied her of every Sansa memory she possessed.
Phaedra, in a word, was desperate, and as she picked up the noise of another her desperation turned into misplaced aggression. The ghost whipped around, eyes on fire with irrational fear.
▼SPACED w/rhas <3 sorry this is a mess :/
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6 Year Old
Stallion
- of
Obsidian Stronghold
Aurum
21 posts
Played by SPACED
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Rhaskos
Kairosian
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Mar 30, 2016 0:41:06 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Mar 30, 2016 0:41:06 GMT -6
As a soldier, always a soldier, Rhaskos felt perpetually drawn to helping those in trouble - and today was no different. He couldn't explain why he had wandered so much since arriving in these new lands, and couldn't thank the world enough for bringing him Nessa and.. strangely, Calla. He was still so uncertain, and always had been, when it came to relationships. The only relationship he'd ever been sure of was his and Nessa's - and that had been just about as straightforward as you could get. He was there to protect her and those she cared about, and he had been good at it. What he had not been good at was loving Isadore. Rhaskos was a man of action, not words - and even though his actions had proved he cared, he had never proven exactly how deep his feelings went... he'd never said he thought he loved her: hadn't even known if he did.
He remained haunted at the thought - love and relationships were hard, protecting people was not. He snorted at the thought, turning his rough hewn coal face to the skies and examining them through narrowed eyes. He liked the Halocyonian lands, they were far more wild and open than the lands of Kairos. He sighed, unable to question the position he himself had placed himself in - did he belong in Kairos? He certainly had the attributes for it. Order, war, strength. These were things he knew. He'd not been born with the vast intelligence of his sire, nor the famous blue skin - Rhaskos had been graced with other skills, and was yet to find exactly what or who it was that made him desire to fight. He sighed, lowering his great head with grace. It was then that he spotted her.
He had seen a great many horses whilst moving through the new earth, and had seen those with the most odd markings, colours and accessories. She was one of such horses - her skin a delightful mauve, her hair blonde and lush. Her build was not the avian grace that his sire so coveted, but to Rhaskos that mattered very little - if he'd learned anything in the past few years it was that he was not like his father. He drew closer, muscles moving faultlessly underneath his coal black skin, golden eyes curious and unthreatening. She seemed distressed - an unnatural calling to the strength in his limbs and chest. Her head whipped toward him, eyes wild and filled with fury - and he paused. His voice moved toward her, calm and deep, a rumble of thunder just for her:
"It's alright, I promise I don't want to hurt you."
ooc; sorry this took so long lovely!! PHAEDRA |
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4 Year Old
Mare
none of
Spectral Meadows
Aurum
4 posts
Played by KK
Offline
PHAEDRA
Halcyonian
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Mar 31, 2016 2:34:17 GMT -6
Post by PHAEDRA on Mar 31, 2016 2:34:17 GMT -6
Tired, so terribly tired, Phaedra stared at her company with pupils so wide in rage that her gaze was nearly black. She would do anything to rid herself of the void inside of her. Her skin shivered as she watched the coal man stare. Phae melted into his golden eyes, sensed all of her misplaced rage and sadness blend with the curiosity and honesty he possessed. Not relaxed - not yet - she took a single step away from him, afraid of the genuinity and perfection he exuded. Phaedra wanted nothing to do with him - nothing - and she would rather dip into the cliffside arms of Sansa than expose her anxiety to him.
“It’s alright, I promise I don’t want to hurt you.”
Phaedra stopped, one mere shift from the side of the bluff. He was not life-changing, and his words did not seal the cold draft in her mind. Yet, he was there. Not only was he there, but he was calm, and he was more than a glitching image of Sansa. There was an ache that started in the very pit of Phae’s chest as she stared at him. Suddenly she was rid of her suicidal proclivities - not cured but . . . satiated. There was a hope within him, a gentle glowing light that Phaedra longed to curl up next to. She thought he might warm her frigid limbs and her bones creaked with the responsibility of recovery. Phae pressed forward. Her chest leaned inches toward him.
He was as still as a statue and though Phaedra was not quite calm, she took a few steps in his direction. She walked around the edge of the bluff, not directly toward her companion but in his general vicinity. Phae held her head high as the wind curled into the curves of her hide. Now positioned delicately to his left, she stared at him with a searching gaze. Demure, and defeated by exhaustion, Phae dipped her head abruptly. Her lashes brushed the cut of her cheekbones as she looked at the ground.
Sad, to put it simply, she was sad. “I never thought you wanted to hurt me,” she murmured, lips wobbling precariously over each word. Phaedra tried and failed to disguise the shame she felt, disgusted that this man happened upon her in the state that she was in. “I did think I was going to hurt myself,” she added on, muttering in a tone meant for herself.
Rhaskos she is a poor dramatic little child !!! bear with me she'll snap out of it once she likes ppl again
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6 Year Old
Stallion
- of
Obsidian Stronghold
Aurum
21 posts
Played by SPACED
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Rhaskos
Kairosian
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Apr 4, 2016 20:56:00 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Apr 4, 2016 20:56:00 GMT -6
Like a deer in the headlights she stared at him, frozen with some kind of inner conflict. He could feel himself yearning to comfort her, wrap his broad arms around her and keep her away from this world that had obviously been so vicious to her. Earth was a cruel place, and though Rhaskos had to some extent come to terms with its cruelty, many suffered otherwise. Her step away only bruised him further, and he strained to stop himself from following - lest she pushed him further away. Her gaze changed suddenly, calmer, less irrational... and she moved forward. Rhaskos could not help but to release a gentle breath, golden eyes warming considerably.
The wind took the tendrils of her hair and drifted them across the sharp expanse of her cheekbone. He could do nothing but watch, enthralled by the softness of her - like a broken bird, terrified that she would never fly again. But he would pick her up, mend the breaks with gentle, calloused hands and she would fly again. He considered taking her to his room at the castle - but reconsidered. A woman like her would hate the bare, simple confines of a soldiers room. He couldn't help it: he smiled. A warm thing, filled with good intentions and kindness - for he was a kind man, through no fault of his own. Yet his smile faltered at her words, and he moved closer, his own ebony hair sliding against his neck as he made to meet her eyes. He'd known that despair - never for himself, but for others. For Isadore.
A deep breath expanded his lungs and he spoke, always a man of few words. "But you did not. That is what should matter." And again he smiled, never judgemental nor frightened of a soul on the edge. "I'm Rhaskos, and if you let me, I would like to... befriend you." His warm smile turned to something awkward, mortified at how strange those words had sounded. He rarely expressed his intentions, and to a stranger no less.
ooc; lol weird rhaskos PHAEDRA |
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