the burning sea,
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07-17-2017, 09:48 PM
Table by Vethysnia The waves ebbed and flowed behind him. There was no other word but harrowing to describe what had befallen him. Reduced to mere embers and tossed upon the shores of a foreign land, newly enthralling, even as the ocean cried behind him. Thwarted in it's attempt to quench his flame. For a moment, Quarion had felt himself defeated. He was a being of fire, it crackled in his very bones, and it despaired at his journey through the sea. The narrow path, though he had attempted it, was revealed to be as deadly as the ocean itself. He could not help but submerge and struggle, quail, and then surge with single-minded purpose. He must succeed; he would not let his fire be quenched, not now. Perhaps, so he dreamed, not ever. Now he was here. Quarion caught his breath and then shook the water from his body as best he could but, when he felt the salty brine cling to him regardless, he summoned the heat and fire from within him and in moments steam was arising from his pale form. It did not hurt him, and swiftly he emerged from the cloud and strode onward. He felt alive once more, no longer gripped with such fear- such terror that shamed his entire being. For though rivers and lakes may have brought him apprehension, it was no more than it may any other sentient creature, because he must only use them to drink- and rarely -to ford a crossing, but never one such as the fierce waves and pulling undercurrents, threatening to drown him. The ocean was it's own alive, pulsing being, more a predator than any mere lion or wolf could ever be. After all, he could run from them- combat them. How could one defeat the sea? There was only the options to flee or, as he had, to chance it's waters in order to reach the land luring him from beyond. And that call was not to be ignored. Perhaps that, in itself was a battle he had fought and won. But that was behind him now. Quarion entered the forest, enveloped in the lush greenery around him. The sound of the sea lingered but it was nearly overcome by the calls of birds and scurry of smaller creatures, fleeing his hooves. Forests were strange to him, and such a deeply rich jungle was another foreign entity, yet more benign in his eyes than the sea. Not only benign, but vulnerable. But the fire was tame inside him now, gathering strength once more, and he did not shed flame as he ventured onward. Quarion was not without caution, but nor was he overly fearful. He did little to hide his presence- indeed, it was something he rarely sought to do. He scarcely knew how. His antlers shed leaves and flowers from low hanging vines and branches as he walked, and the sensation brought forth a tinge of irritation. But it left quietly, as he accepted that in this place there would be no escaping such paltry annoyances. For as long as he was here, so long as the forest engulfed him, he would accept it. Perhaps the sun waited for him beyond. He quickened his pace, hoping, searching for an opening in the trees.
07-27-2017, 02:21 PM
She had watched him emerge from the gaping mouth of the foamy seas, but did not approach him. Ever still, she would continue to follow him from afar, her nimble deer-like legs carrying her amply, gracefully, and silently across the terrain. Her colors, though rich and bountiful, were numb and dull in comparison to the male's own brightly glimmering hues.
Somehow she was, currently, perfectly camouflaged by the thick surrounding foliage. Fesashka's frigid regard of him did not negate the fact that she had subconsciously decided to follow him, her monitoring skills that she would apply to her past patients in order to notice changes in their condition taking over her senses and igniting an acute, but foreign feeling of curiosity. Fesashka observed his movements, saw how cumbersome he was as he made his way through the unbeaten path upon which he now tread. It would be a fatal mistake to assume him vulnerable, despite his awkward gait through such a strange new land. Her own thoughts shifted back to remember his emergence from the ocean's savage embrace, how his steps held not a single iota of hesitation in their comportment. He moved with a deft, and adroit purpose deep inside him, though it hardly translated into anything resembling grace. Delicate cloven hooves trekked elegantly, her own assembled quiet a gossamer hush across her presence, perhaps even alerting her subject of measurement to her proximity. In all truth she meant him no harm, felt no enveloping volition to be close to him despite her eagerness to passive aggressively meddle within his, as of now, unspoken affairs. Was this the telltale esthesis of needing companionship, perhaps even kinship? Her contemplation would hardly work to phase her; red orbs of incisive sight continued to hone in on him, but the need to make her existence known somehow grew around the obsessive inclination to stay hidden, and isolated. Was it dusk, or daybreak, she wondered briefly, for she noticed his direction of compulsion was toward the rise or set of the sun. Her mind was oft far too hazily introspective to pay attention to the passage of time, especially here, where physics seemed to bend to wills of those most ambitious. It suddenly felt needlessly cruel to allow him to continue wallowing in his ignorance of this dangerous island, wherein the fatalities surely outnumbered those who wandered upon its shores. Though she had no concept of feeling deserving of any form of hospitality and nurturing, she could imagine that if she received such treatment, some part of her might have felt grateful in return. And so she revealed herself to him at last, neck craned low and ears relaxed except for their intuitive twitches. “Greetings. It has been some time since I have seen another of my kind.” @Quarion
07-29-2017, 02:16 PM
OOC: Mind if I jump in? :)
@Quarion @Fesashka
Table by Vethysnia Ah, but their mortal forms were as shadows, thin and fettered things, unknown and unsought by him, until words befell his ears. The only acknowledgement was the most minute shift of his head, the stilling of steps growing ever more confident. Wind blew and the distant ocean, crawling upon the sand, mocked his escape. The flame crackled; his hoof crashed among the undergrowth and there, sparks threatened, but did not escape with glee to claim the land. The brush was too thick, the trees too firm in their place, and the air was yet moist with the nearness of the sea. How he shuddered within, but warmth prevailed, and banished the remnants of fear once more. He remembered. The sun, the sun. What were these voices to him? They did not matter and yet, and yet, he was in a place formed of dreams and in one of those rare breaths, he did not merely turn and depart. "A name," he spoke. His voice was yearningly soft, and yet a thrilling tone swept through it's depths, a fierce cry threatening to release at any moment. "A name, it is you ask?" Such a thing, it was one of the few ordinary fallacies he kept. He could not simply name himself fire, for he was not truly so. Could not claim himself as such, though it remained in his breast, a constant reminder of his fate. The silence dragged overlong, but eventually he did speak once more. So enraptured in his own thoughts, Quarion could almost forget these strangers were not privy to them. "Quarion is what you may call me." He raised his head, inhaling deeply. He had not noticed their presences before their emergence, but he felt no fear. No, not of them. "But I am not alone. And you are... welcome. I welcome you," his speech was faltering but his awareness seemed to grow with each passing second. Words came, unfiltered, to the point that distaste of himself grew. "You are as I. In my pilgrimage, I have not seen another for many a moon." And it was not as though Quarion traveled alone, and at times had shared in the company of others- but fleetingly so, as he could not bear them for long. Nor could they bear him, and how he wondered if they would remain. It did not matter. But he would stay, for now. @Fesashka @Saoirse ooc note: not 100% back, but the muse hit!! take as much time as you want to reply. |
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