"THE ONCE-QUEEN"
5 Year Old
Female
The Somberlands
Aurum
30 posts
Played by LUCID.
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CALLA
Borean
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Mar 15, 2016 8:58:40 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 15, 2016 8:58:40 GMT -6
She started forward, hooves clanking against the rocky earth, head swinging just slight as ebony locks flirted carelessly with muscle. In spite of the loneliness, Calla didn't mind the silence beneath the roaring winds, relished in it almost. No matter the mood, she was always one who enjoyed the sweet taste of solitude. And despite her inner rage, it was calming. There was no trace of anxiety or restlessness, just the once-Queen overlooking the Crownless terrain. This place did not seem like home, nobody would care if she was here, or maybe they would. As the thought passed her mind, she grinned. Let someone come, and let them try and tear out her jugular.
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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 15, 2016 22:25:15 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Mar 15, 2016 22:25:15 GMT -6
R H A S K O S
He'd never really been the same as the other wolf-blood children, begot on beautiful mares that everyone coveted and grown to be important - known, famous, auspicious and favoured. Their blue skin and golden eyes were a dead giveaway, and most knew it - most had inherited Paradisum's charm and guile, his sensuous tongue and irresistible voice. Rhaskos had turned out more like his mother... honest, hardy, trustworthy, dependable... forgettable. In some ways he still felt like that sweaty fisted teenager turning up to his first fight, heart beating a racket in his broad chest while his lip bled from biting it. He'd always been a brawler, a soldier, another face in the army of descendants that Paradisum had smiled at once - then promptly forgot. Age hadn't changed that. He was still the same old Rhaskos: stoic, strong... but unsure about the world and his place in it.
He knew that he was strong, had the potential to be more - knew that he was Rhaskos, a boy, nay man, made of rough coal skin and tangled black hair. He knew he had soulful burnt butter eyes, rimmed with his sire's spidery silver and black lashes and that his body was built for strength and stamina. He even knew he had been bequeathed some of Paradisum's attractions. His cheekbones were scrawled with a blunt pencil, boasting a jawline that went for miles and fine, clean legs without flaw that would carry him over these mountains for the rest of his life. Yet who was he if he had nobody to care for, to protect? What good were Paradisum's hand-me-downs when they meant nothing to anyone? A puff of air escaped his curled nostrils at the thought, aurelian eyes scanning the mountainside despite his certainty that he was alone. Rhaskos wasn't searching for a partner, for a lover, nor a friend. He wasn't looking for family, for a reason to be on the earth. His life was as incomplex, lucid and as transparent as it could be - and if anyone cared to look, they would find it laid before them as a simple, effortless lifestyle. Yet here he was, incomplete.
He had always been pulled to the mountains and the sky, unlike his other siblings, those beings made of the ocean. He liked to be thrust against the sky, standing atop those snow-capped mountains that had stood there with stony roots in the earth for years upon years. An eternity was their life. They had been there when he was born, and they would be there when he died. He felt his stocky bones like granite inside his skin, the snow like the blood rushing through him, powerful and eternal. Stone was his element, not water. Water was fluid, graceful, smooth and mouldable - Rhaskos was the stone that endured waters endless push, he was the roots under the ground that stood stable, the firmness and the security of a mountain in a world as turbulent as a storm ridden ocean.
She arrived in a mess of bones and wind, almost graceful but not quite. Rhaskos watched her, golden eyes both curious and nonchalant - he couldn't imagine anyone would want to be here for company. There was a familiarity about her that turned his eye, made him want to keep watching. She seemed brutal, like a shipwreck, a rockfall, an avalanche. He said nothing, just watched through soulful eyes, a stark figure against the granite and the snow. A low whicker tinkered through his lips - let her decide how she wants to respond to that he thought simply, never moving, as insurmountable and unmovable as the mountain they stood upon.
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"THE ONCE-QUEEN"
5 Year Old
Female
The Somberlands
Aurum
30 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
CALLA
Borean
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Mar 16, 2016 7:07:37 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 16, 2016 7:07:37 GMT -6
So she merely smiled. It was haunted, nothing expectant of her scarred mouth where he once kissed: She was statuesque standing there looking about him. And while she started toward him she wondered if maybe they'd passed by one another in a past life -- as someone she used to know, like a love lost or a broken friendship because Calla had never been one to keep her legs closed or her mouth shut. She was sure it was the same throughout every eternity she'd been forced to suffer in this lonely, lonely place. Saturn's rings couldn't compare in the long run; her old, magnificent soul was battered now. And he, what was he? Once a wolf on the edge of humanity? He smelt like something she knew very well. Limestone, an earthy musk -- just the thought of Nerissa made her heart clench and body tighten. She was drawing closure and there were so many things knawing at her bones. Who was he? Why was he here, of all places? Was he just a mirage like the rest or was he just a mere traveler? She was overreacting. Calla did that most often than not, at that point she couldn't really help it.
Stepping close, she lowered her crown and gave him a passive smile, mind still reeling a million and one things. Those things, that haunting smile, the wrenching of her heart within her golden eyes.
"Hi."
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6 Year Old
Stallion
- of
Obsidian Stronghold
Aurum
21 posts
Played by SPACED
Offline
Rhaskos
Kairosian
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Mar 17, 2016 21:18:44 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Mar 17, 2016 21:18:44 GMT -6
R H A S K O S
She responded in an instant, ears pinned and her body harsh and inflexible. Rhaskos did not react, only watched as each muscle seemed to smooth and release underneath that silken black skin. He did not fear her, nor did he want conflict - so he remained as he was, immovable yet approachable. As she turned to him he considered her, every curve and scar, the viciousness of her and the clarity missing from her gaze. She was intelligent, there could be no mistaking the gleam in her eye or the astute way she regarded him. Her eyes beheld the careful mask of someone that had been through too much, too early in their life: the look many of Paradisum's children had. Rhaskos had escaped such a life - he'd led his own, rather than lead a life that led to heartbreak, as his sire always had.
He was a man too involved in love, Rhaskos thought. That had been his downfall, and that had been what had led to the destruction of his empire. His thoughts were brought to halt as she smiled at him, and he in return, gave a slight uplift of his sooty lips and a nod of his great head. She had an air about her, an arrogance and pride that reminded Rhaskos of one family strain from home - one of the three famed lines. A shadow flickered through his golden gaze and Rhaskos stopped thinking of home - he wanted nothing to do with the dominance of bloodlines. She had drawn close now, and he could smell her faint scent, something like red dust and desert lilies. There seemed to be a cacophony of thoughts running behind her gilded eyes, but in Rhaskos' there was only curiosity and welcome.
"Good morning."
He paused, feeling a slight breeze slide coolly over his skin and through his already wind-tangled hair.
"I hope I'm not imposing on something important."
ooc; I wasn't sure what time it was so I went with morning haha
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"THE ONCE-QUEEN"
5 Year Old
Female
The Somberlands
Aurum
30 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
CALLA
Borean
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Mar 20, 2016 22:55:04 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 20, 2016 22:55:04 GMT -6
This stranger was worth more than her suicide letter. The madness that was to become from the loneliness was well subsided, even in their silence. Calla was unsure of where to bring the conversation; he had merely walked the same Earth as she, to which neither owned, a path most certainly taken on a whim instead of a calculated thought. It had been much the same for herself which, in reality, seemed ... almost fun. The mare flickered her tail and cocked her heal back, enjoying the brief moment of pure serenity, and letting it linger as she looked on just past him. Slowly, a little grin pressed her lips in tight. "I don't suppose you're here for anything in particular, either. Are you new, too?" She wanted to know, to feel less singled out by the eyes of Gaia. She decided to look at him again, ears twitching back and forth, in question. "For what it's worth, my name is Calla." The daughter of Charlie could never forget her formalities. |
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6 Year Old
Stallion
- of
Obsidian Stronghold
Aurum
21 posts
Played by SPACED
Offline
Rhaskos
Kairosian
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Mar 21, 2016 22:42:54 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Mar 21, 2016 22:42:54 GMT -6
R H A S K O S
"I wouldn't say much is important right now,"
He glanced at her, bemused, starting to warm to her, this woman that stood so callously, a strong woman, formed and birthed by experience (and by the way she held herself, not good experiences). His smile was genuine, golden eyes lit with pleasure at having company - even if it was a stranger upon a mountaintop. He didn't move away when she shifted to stand beside him, enjoyed it even. Rhaskos had never been the kind of man that clicked with anyone immediately - even Isadore had taken time to transform into someone he could imagine spending a life with. This woman (gosh, he'd not even asked her name yet) reminded him of that fact, though he'd very much have liked to change that part of himself. In fact, Rhaskos would have liked to be as charming and charismatic as any of his other siblings, murderers and all.
He could feel her looking at him so he shifted his rough-jawed face, flicking his ears forward questioningly: ""I don't suppose you're here for anything in particular, either. Are you new, too?"
A brief nod was all he responded with, uncertain as to how he should have responded - "yes I'm new and I have no idea what i'm doing with my life"? A sound started in his throat and she spoke again; "For what it's worth, my name is Calla." Another nod and a silent smile then -
"Calla? ...Not Calla born to Charlie, once-Queen of Erutan Canyon?"
He stopped abruptly, voice lowering as if talking to himself:
"Calla with the storm-black skin and vicious eyes..."
Rhaskos followed with a slight laugh and revealed his own name, amused and ever so self-depreciative;
"I'm Rhaskos. The only non-famous son of the great and powerful Paradisum."
Suddenly the world didn't seem so big.... and strangely enough he was grateful.
ooc; so bad haha but I kinda like the way he reacted to her <3
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"THE ONCE-QUEEN"
5 Year Old
Female
The Somberlands
Aurum
30 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
CALLA
Borean
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Mar 23, 2016 10:36:47 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 23, 2016 10:36:47 GMT -6
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She made a quick decision to lurch forward and grab him in her hands, forehead pressed against his cheek. "You didn't need to be defined by nice cheekbones and nasty attitudes," she informed him matter of factly, "you have your own name." Her voice was almost shaky, completely unaware at how childish she might have made herself seem. But she had never been so happy to see someone, and Rhaskos ... he was apart of home that she'd never acquainted with. He was the shadow-figurine that was ever lurking, always paying attention. She remembered panic when Nerissa's lover was stolen and she remembered the only one willing to stand up to the Island's other tyrant, Ivanov. This man, though he had no personal experience with the viper tongued Queen, meant every bit as much as her family. And she liked the way it felt to be wrapped up in his wild charcoal locks, but she pulled back with tears in her eyes.
"Rhaskos," she murmured, letting her head drop itself. She, too, chuckled a bit: at her foolishness, at her naivety, at the fact that neither of them knew each other through a hole in the wall but at the same time they were now like friends. Something ... she was not sure, but Calla felt comfortable next to this man, and being in his arms, but she kept herself quiet a moment to collect her thoughts. It felt like a million tiny droplets of glass cutting her open -- a sense of false security, and she just wanted to know that this was real. This was not a mirage, and she was not crazy.
She really did not want to be crazy. "You're really here.." |
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6 Year Old
Stallion
- of
Obsidian Stronghold
Aurum
21 posts
Played by SPACED
Offline
Rhaskos
Kairosian
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Mar 27, 2016 10:00:08 GMT -6
Post by Rhaskos on Mar 27, 2016 10:00:08 GMT -6
Nervousness grasped him suddenly, unsure as to whether he should have revealed himself - revealed her. He'd never been great at reading people, and seeing Calla's thoughts and memories tick over inside her sharp-boned face made him wish suddenly that he was a stranger, praying that he hadn't crossed some line by bringing up the past. Then suddenly her face was upon his, the softness of her skin (incredible, startling) made his lips part silently. "You didn't need to be defined by nice cheekbones and nasty attitudes, you have your own name." He didn't know what to do, how to react - except to stare into her eyes, gold on gold, the closest he'd been to someone in weeks, probably months.
The tears that welled in her eyes made his heart drop to his knees, pounding erratically as he spiralled into that strange abyss within himself. He liked the way she said his name, soft and unbelieving. All of a sudden he was afraid she would move away, and he grasped her tighter. He surrounded her with himself, making sure his broad chest touched hers - heartbeat to heartbeat. He didn't know what he was doing, only knew that he wanted to protect her - was scared that she was going to pull away and announce that she could look after herself. Rhaskos hadn't felt that way in a long, long time. "You're really here..."
He cleared his throat, a rough rumble that reverberated through his skin and into her.
"I am.."
ooc; fuuuuckkkk <3 CALLA |
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"THE ONCE-QUEEN"
5 Year Old
Female
The Somberlands
Aurum
30 posts
Played by LUCID.
Offline
CALLA
Borean
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Mar 27, 2016 13:47:11 GMT -6
via mobile
Post by CALLA on Mar 27, 2016 13:47:11 GMT -6
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But he pulls her closer, and her eyes widen because she liked this feeling. She was the strong one, but she had lost everything. The trauma had long since passed but the scars were still there, still prominent and they burned and pulsed all over her body until the pain was so unbelievable. Their eyes connected and she exhaled a sharp breath, catching herself from crying out. Her audits flickered toward him thoughtfully as he spoke, and she felt no shame in pulling herself back under his chin to blanket herself in ebonite locks.
"I am."
She felt like she had known that voice her entire life, and it had always mattered. The smoke black woman closed her eyes again, tucking nicely underneath him, accepting the security instead of leaving. She couldn't leave, not now. He wasn't wrong. She was not alright, not anymore.
She can't control herself. Everything's already laid down on the table and her heart is already on her sleeve. She lets her lips press into his breast and her shoulders slump into his massive chest, and she spoke with a quiet voice into his skin so only they would hear, even though the winds spiralled continuously, screaming in her ear.
"Then tell me you will stay."
She's a little girl again. Charlie is leaving to escape the Jungle a while, and she remembered watching him fall down the Cliffside. It was no accident.
Her eyes clench harder. "Please."
Rhaskos holy FRICK I like this |
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