6 Year Old
Stallion
None of
Aeon Bluffs
Aurum
4 posts
Played by KK
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ROWTAG
Halcyonian
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Mar 21, 2016 0:47:05 GMT -6
Post by ROWTAG on Mar 21, 2016 0:47:05 GMT -6
ROWTAG
Sensibility haunted Rowtag like a faded ghoul. He was a drifter of world’s - barely aware of what spun around him, eyes hardly opened when he was awake. The man did not travel presently, but his body ached to find those who once surrounded him. Rowtag missed his old land - missed Fire - missed the ache of Brunhilde.
Even if he were to find the ones who left, they would not know his name.
The stallion strayed ever forward, one wide hoof stepped over the other. Amazed by his most recent surroundings, he paused to gaze over the valleys that rolled so far below. A sense of wonder, of peace, consumed his hardened mind. Rowtag relaxed into himself, his eyes widened slightly with every passing second. The man was growing back into himself; he could feel the energy of his birth name surging through his veins. Who he was as Fire, as a leader of MUSTANG, as a man in love, was lost to the crashing of flesh and memory. As of now, he promised he would no longer be oppressed by actions of his past life.
The breeze, wild and unsettling, tangled his thick locks into an intimidating lion’s mane. He turned his head to watch the other side of the valley, slanted cloud-eyes piercing every small creature they encountered. Suddenly, he smiled, and his entire face shifted from predatory feline to welcoming father. These would be his lands, if not now, then later, when his body was as aged as fine wine. Aeon Bluffs were as free and untainted as a first-born, and Rowtag wanted to raise it from its wobbly limbs.
Rowtag stepped backward. First one step, and then several, until his backside was pressed tightly to the edge. Briefly, the pastel man opened his mouth and tasted the adrenaline of stumbling precariously on a cliff. Rowtag leaned forward. With a loud snort, the man cantered forward, winding down and around the bluff he had claimed.
He could sense someone, close by.
notes: this is p rough, i'm just trying to get a handle on my old baby again
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"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 21, 2016 1:26:46 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 21, 2016 1:26:46 GMT -6
revolutionary
She had lingered there a few moments, like smoke lost behind a gentle wind or a thought lost after laying their eyes on something dangerous and exciting. Calla was alone most days, and seeing a fresh face while she drowned in loneliness was, well ... refreshing. She had lain her body down to rest after hours of pacing and wondering and waiting, all for nothing. Her life would not change at the snap of her fingers, though she wished it was that easy. When the sound of hoof against rock hit her audits, she was on high alert, but remained low. Every heartbeat was another second that someone drew closer over the bluffs, closer to her. Someone must have realised the Borean, terribly misplaced and trespassing, if you cared to go that far. Golden eyes scoped the surface -- once, twice, three times even and there was nothing. So much nothing that she could have screamed and given away her little spot to the vulture rival coming to kick her out. Like in slow motion, the mare lifted from her grassy bed and shook off, wild wisps of black hair falling right back into place. Curiously, she peered over the rocky hillside, intrigued by the man whose own hair resembles flames while his body was pale steel. Once again, Calla was left with many questions, and no answers.
In a haze she went forth, careful not to startle the man. On her descend toward him she exhaled a soft nicker, quiet but enough to catch his attention. He did not seem confident enough to have been here long, and he certainly wasn't a troop guarding it's territory. It made the smoke black woman wonder what the real punishment for trespassing was, though neither side seemed vicious. Drawing near, she bobbed her crown and swiveled her ears to keep listen on what was going on around her.
Nothing. All else was silent, even though the bluffs screamed to her. The pull was so much like back home -- Erutan Canyon -- and a tug at her heart made her stop. Big, golden eyes stared down at the man, though she managed to pull off a smile while her insides were grim. "Salutations," she greeted, resting her body to move away from the downward pull. Hair whirled around her face as the breeze continued to pass by, Calla felt an odd vulnerability wash over her. Like a windswept child out from a day at play, against a man who worked a 9-5 and drank whisky in his passtime.
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6 Year Old
Stallion
None of
Aeon Bluffs
Aurum
4 posts
Played by KK
Offline
ROWTAG
Halcyonian
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Mar 21, 2016 22:03:00 GMT -6
Post by ROWTAG on Mar 21, 2016 22:03:00 GMT -6
ROWTAG Silent except for the clipping of his hooves against the rock, Rowtag slowed his pace down the bluff. Incredibly interest in the Halcyonian life that grew just before him, he lifted his head and shook out his heavy mane. Long, fluffy strands strayed delicately into his pale eyes - irritated by his inability to see, the man huffed.
Rowtag could hear and smell the woman behind him. He smiled discreetly to himself - a delight, really, that someone would so quietly, and kindly, follow him from his glistening rejuvenation. It would appear that the stallion could have a worthwhile interaction, and as he floated down the mountain he could not help but feel blind optimism thinning his blood. Rowtag, a man of grace and royalty, was harnessed by the warmth of a new spring.
When the woman called, the steel man slowed to a leisurely walk. He turned his head to catch the woman in a cool, pastel gaze. Strands of florid curls tickled Rowtag’s slanted eyes.
Slowly, the stallion came to a halt, sensing something . . . curious about his newfound companion. Rowtag turned around just in time to watch a smile pass over the woman’s somber face. A half-smile lifted his mouth as he came around, eyes softened by genuine interest. Ears now perked, Rowtag sat back on his haunches and awaited his acquaintance’s final approach.
“Salutations,” her accent was familiar, but Rowtag was sure it was just his mind.
The woman reminded him of a faded memory. The rest of her body and curve of her mouth called something out of him - merely a shape, an idea, but something that brought Cattail Lake reeling back. Memories of Brunhilde, of Pepsi, of his small, brief herd came rushing into the backs of his eyes. Rowtag shoved desperately against the aggressive onslaught, afraid that the woman would see his memories playing like a movie across his purple eyes.
In an instant, Rowtag’s gaze caught the woman’s, and he found the same vulnerability. Instead of allowing the images to spread, the man dipped his head in a quick, abrupt greeting. Fearing that she would sense his weakness, Rowtag felt he must overcompensate. He took several steps forward and sized his companion up with a keen - but not unfriendly - sweep.
Almost as if the past minute had not happened, the gray man gave a charming, attractive wolf’s grin. “I’m Rowtag, sorry if I came off as . . . rude,” he called, a smooth operator desperately attempting to distract from his little white lies. With a soft sigh, the fiery man dipped his head down, meeting a bright blue and red snake. “I suppose I should introduce my friend, as well,” he said as the reptile wrapped around his neck and draped around his shoulders, “. . . this is Inga.”
After a couple of seconds, Rowtag stepped forward. “And you are?”notes: i don't feel great ab this im sorry i love 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 13:31:35 GMT -6
Post by CALLA on Mar 27, 2016 13:31:35 GMT -6
x
"Pleasure, Inga and Rowtag," Calla says in a gentle tone. It's laced with an unreal amount of cocaine. It isn't fake, but her intentions are suddenly very unclear. Even to herself. The smoke black girl bats her inky lashes and her grin never falls, but she's looking at him as if Erutan was spread out before them. He was a tresspasser. Roulette is not home. Protect.
She can't quite snap out of it, so she hides it. Calla pulls her eyes away from Rowtag, afraid he'd match her sudden wave of nerves with the same arrogance she had. It's likely he'll be amused and toy with her a bit. She's already aware that she's exposed too much in her molten, gold eyes but it's easy to recover from failure when you've worn so many faces before. Calla is still every bit of a viper as she once was -- now, though, she was past that. Not in this moment. The silence is deafening, her head reels but she does manage to pull herself together and press into the man a bit. "I haven't seen many others here. You're the first," and she knows it's pointless banter but it's the little things that will gnaw at people.
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6 Year Old
Stallion
None of
Aeon Bluffs
Aurum
4 posts
Played by KK
Offline
ROWTAG
Halcyonian
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Mar 30, 2016 1:12:32 GMT -6
Post by ROWTAG on Mar 30, 2016 1:12:32 GMT -6
ROWTAG
Fazing in and out of attention, Rowtag eyed the woman with a cool, unbothered gaze. His mouth, though curled into a serpent's smile, was not held in any sincere fashion. Rowtag might as well have been the devil with the way he deceived, all enticing smoke and mirrors. Even as the woman glared at him with skeptical eyes, Rowtag's facade did not waver in the slightest. A proud, calm man, he did not even flinch under her scrutiny. Though he was briefly plagued by memories of a life hardly lived, he pressed forward with the suddenness of a tsunami. As the waves crashed angrily around his mind, the man forgot who he was - forgot, as most suffering did, every attachment he had ever made.
"Pleasure, Inga and Rowtag," she says, her voice reverberating and resonating in his mind. With an imperceptible cock of his head, Rowtag peered curiously at her, ears pressed forward in a fashion that might imitate concern.
As the woman grinned, Rowtag's insides parted like the Red Sea - Calla the Moses of his scorned remembrances. As regal man, he would not reveal his twisted intestines, but he would give Calla an almost offensive charm. The air tensed between them, feeling like a breathe held too long or a chest about to burst. This was mere child's play, Rowtag and Calla mere dolls mundanely ebbing forward with the pull of fate. He took one innocent step forward, his stare on dimly lit by both confusion and amusement. Though Calla played the game as well as he did, Rowtag was unfazed. He took yet another step forward, eyes piercing her smoky skin. Rowtag seemed to be posing a question. The question that resided between them, he had yet to discover. There was a mystery to Calla, a story etched brilliantly into her dark hide.
A plain sentence, "I haven't seen many others here. You're the first," went in one ear and out the other. With yet another cock of his head and step forward, Rowtag prepared his response.
"Really?" he questioned, expressing genuine bewilderment. "These lands may be a bit barren but surely you've encountered another?" Rowtag murmured. He smiled a few seconds after his words had settled. "Not that I am calling you a liar," he backtracked casually, emitting a light chuckle. Realizing that she had not given him her name, Rowtag dipped his head and peered up at her through his lashes. "Though, you did not give me your name, and I'll have to call you something."
CALLA they'll grow to love/hate each other 8)
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