THE CROWNLESS · cherry picking

Mar 31, 2016 15:27:57 GMT -6

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Post by BAIN on Mar 31, 2016 15:27:57 GMT -6

The Vermillion Forests were on fire with the pale glow of the sunset. This was Bain’s favorite time of day, and as she made her bi-weekly visit to the Forests, her heart swelled with hope. Life was looking up regardless of distant parents. Bain felt her insecurities creeping up like cloaked vigilantes determined to remind her she might not be good enough. Now irate, she pressed her forehead against the bark of a tree and scratched, forcing the acute thoughts out with the pleasure. Slowly, ever so slowly, a grin stretched wide across her furrowed brow. The stressed lines of her youthful face relaxed. She was a three year old again. She was young and ambitious. She had what it takes to be great. Bain would move on.

As she stretched her legs, the leaves grew ever more fiery. A brilliant, goofy smile lit Bain’s typically cold gaze. The sun glimmered off of her tawny eyes, allowing them to emit an ethereal glow. Today, she was breathing in sweet spring air; today, she was alive without the burden of her pressing parents. If Bain were not so calmed by the orange lighting (her only peaceful home, the place she had been visiting since she was old enough to walk), she would grow anxious. Not today, though, and as she pushed through the lush foliage her body tingled with excitement. The plants were amiable and kept her grounded, but her head floated delicately in the clouds.

A swift rustling of the surrounded bushes startled Bain. She paused immediately, auds pricked to pinpoint the unwelcome noise. With no subtlety, a small feline pounced forward with mischievously glowing eyes. Bain reared back and laughed (a loud, musical laugh) as her serval companion leapt onto her back. “Wanderer! You silly feline; how dare you disturb the serenity of my home?!” she yelled. Her voice painted pictures of the affection the two possessed. The two teased each other, pinching at each other’s nerves every few seconds. Bain had found the young cat when she was a child, and they had been the best of friends since. A year and half of companionship created the comfortable atmosphere the two expelled, and as she relaxed Wanderer stretched leisurely across Bain’s spine.

Bain was paused by the cat and amused by the weight across her back, but she began to walk forward again. Irritated by the shifting of her body, Wanderer mewled indignantly and jumped down. A brief glare from slit eyes was all the cat gave Bain, but she did not mind. Within a few seconds the feline was winding between the woman’s legs. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

The field was calling her, and Bain broke into an eager canter. Wanderer hopped along by her side, tail held high in the air. With a loud nicker, they broke into the clearing. Just in time, Bain thought, as she collapsed into the long red grass. The sunset was turning the yellow grass into flames and Bain basked in the warmth. Resting contently on her back, she allowed her legs to dangle helplessly above (ocassionally kicking them up in earnest cheerfulness).

“How lucky are we, Wanderer?” Bain whispered, eyes cast to the cat curled up by her side.

Rayth very excited about this !!

cherry picking

Apr 5, 2016 13:19:57 GMT -6

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Post by Rayth on Apr 5, 2016 13:19:57 GMT -6

i'm on the wrong side of heaven

Kingship felt good, Rayth had to admit. The newly crowned ruler trotted with a bit of a strut to his gait, his prance carrying him through the aptly named Vermilian Forest. He was birthed beneath the crimson canopy and had traversed these trails many times. An outsider would be lost in minutes. A born-and-bred Kairosian could find his way through the maze with his eyes closed. This is where his mother had raised him to weaning, distant from the court and the militia. She wanted his first few months to herself, and she was naturally a very private mare to begin with. He bore her no ill will and still thought of her quite highly.

As a matter of course, Rayth's eyes had taken in these trees many times. He knew the clearings, the rivers, the other creatures that called it home. Now it was different. As his gaze took in all there was to see, where gentle pride used to shelter a hubris bordering on swaggering arrogance had now begun to flourish. This was no longer simply his home, his nation, the root of his loyalty. Nay, it was his kingdom, and he was suddenly fiercely protective of it.

The stallion's mind had not found rest since his coronation. He slept when he was utterly exhausted and no other time. His legs froze; his forward momentum ceasing in a heartbeat. Sleeping with that level of fatigue left him vulnerable. After a few moments of silently berating his own stupidity--what intelligent commander would create that sort of advantage for his enemies? he might as well win the war for them--the stallion made a mental note to appoint a royal guard as soon as possible and carried on. So newly minted a king was he that it often took him by surprise when he received a bow as opposed to a salute.

All thoughts of appointing leadership, creating a counsel, even finding a queen were brought to a screeching halt when Rayth took a left fork and turned into a well-known clearing. At first, his mind couldn't quite interpret what his eyes were allegedly seeing. The stud blinked several times before coming to the realization that yes, there was, in fact, an equid laying flat on its back--correction, her back with her alabastor mane and tail strewn haphazardly along the grass like strands of snow and her legs pointed toward the sky. It wasn't uncommon for a horse to roll, but this mare was not rolling. She was simply laying upon her topline and leisurely kicking her long limbs skyward as if she were batting at the clouds. A spotted creature, feline in shape, curled at her side. Its most notable feature were the absurdly large ears which dwarfed its head.

Though he was usually rather well known for having a bit of game, as his soldiers called it, most of Rayth's charm was nowhere to be found. Apparently, his surprise had driven it away. Try as he might to come up with something cleaver to say, all the stud managed was, "Legs are more effective when they are pointed downward...."

and the righteous side of hell

BAIN | Well...it's a post. It's not a particularly good post nor a particularly long one. But it is a post, and probably my first in like 8 months. I'll take it. xD

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Post by BAIN on Mar 31, 2016 15:27:57 GMT -6

Post by Rayth on Apr 5, 2016 13:19:57 GMT -6

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