Gypsy Prince
Loki's Arrival - AW
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Face the fear that keeps you frozen, chase the sky into the ocean That's when something wild calls you home The air was calm. The narrow strip of land that connected isle and mainland and managed to stave off the inexorable hunger of the roiling sea beneath its span was empty...until a line of fire split the sky. It was a beam of pure light, appearing first as a vertical slash and then widening, a wound in the very fabric of reality and through it detached a tiny piece of shadow, sullying the purity of solar flame and casting it down upon the slender land bridge that led to the isle of Eshteth. An invasion, an alien life not born of the isle had dared to set its paws upon the skin of the land, and the sea was angry. Loki Orpheus Anor, son of Firehawk and Ryatikao and traveler between worlds, landed badly upon the bridge of land, shoulder grinding into the earth and dark coat flashing between ebony and scarlet in the noonday sun. His momentum carried him forward, flailing in a summersault and onyx claws scrabbling at the earth and sod, vainly attempting to find purchase even as his inner light, that inner flame at the very core of his being felt as if it were being ripped from his chest. But the greedy, vengeful ocean water crashed up, sending whitecaps frothing over the side and pulling at his hind legs and tail, dragging backwards towards its murky depths. The gouge he had carved between this plane and its neighbor suddenly winked out and the dark wolf’s jaws parted in a sudden gasp; the curling tendrils of the ocean’s vengeance crashed over his back and shoulders, ripping his claws from their meager grip upon the soil, and pulled him over the side. The cold was a shock to a system that basked in the warmth of fire and light and he nearly inhaled saltwater before logic kicked in and made him hold his breath. The young lupine’s sun-gold eyes snapped open, stinging from the saline but he angled towards where the water grew lighter and kicked with all his might, fighting towards the surface. Muscles screamed, blood pounded in his ears and lungs burned, but just as he thought his ribcage would burst he broke the surface and drew in a desperate lungful of crisp air. Blind desperation had him paddling towards shore, dragging his water-soaked body, darkened to black as it plastered against his average-sized frame, onto the pristine white sands, ears pinned flat to his skull and sides heaving as he caught his breath. After a moment the heat of the sun on his back stilled his body and his eyes closed, soaking up the radiance and pulling it to him as he would to ready another opening in the planes. Yet...what should have been a torrent of power, able to be forged into an inferno blade hot enough to shear the veil, was strangled to a trickle. A yelp escaped him as an icepick stabbed through his chest with each inhale and a crack of agony hit the back of his skull, and worst of all…the only magic to manifest was a puff of steam rising from his ebon-tipped pelt, drying in an instant but nothing more. His eyes snapped open. “No, no, no…” his voice was hoarse but rich, the kind of roguish rasp that was the heart of any good storytelling. The young wolf stared at his paws, so stark and black against the white sand except for the very tips of his toes--those were white, and almost seemed to blend into the sands on which he lay. There was magic here, in the air, he could feel it all around him, humming against his skin and whiskers like it were a tangible thing yet… When he reached out, he could barely touch it. Loki growled, shoving himself to his feet, the golden, winged mask about his matching eyes blazing with the reflected sunlight of the water and his own fury. Despite the loathing he held for his inborn spark, the one place it had its use was in traveling, and without it, here, he was stuck. He had never felt so, even in worlds where magic had been forgotten… But where was here, anyway? template by kyley
ooc: ack sorry for my poop post. I haven't posted with her in awhile OTL @Loki Anor
10-02-2017, 11:30 PM
There's only one place I want to go It's to all the places I've never been He didn’t know how long he had laid upon the beach to catch his breath and bearings--or moping, if he were being perfectly honest with himself--when a voice; sweet, feminine, and soft, came to him upon the brine-soaked ocean breeze. Loki stiffened. Stupid wolf, he chided silently, Where are your ears and nose? In all his travels, unless he dropped himself straight into a mass crowd, he had never let himself be caught unawares by the locals. Yet despite the helpful wind that could have brought prior warning to a multitude of senses had he merely spared it any thought, he had been too busy wallowing in his own self-pity to pay attention to the world around him. Reluctantly he stood, shaking his now-dry coat to rid it of the clinging white sands, making his crimson undercoat flash through the black outer in shimmers of startling color. There was no helping it now...he could not even make a hasty escape. Molten gold eyes scanned until they settled upon the source of the voice, and was momentarily startled to discover two figures sitting expectantly upon the sand. Loki’s pulse quickened, and for a moment he was afraid he was...home. The feminine voice, the words he had easily understood, was a she-wolf with richly-colored pelt the color of deep plum, reminding him uncannily of the storm-bound wolves of his youth, and beside her a feline, a shape he recognized as one of the shared denizens of his homeworld. A world of wolves and cats…but surely he couldn't have…? No, he thought once he forced his heart back down out of his throat, that wasn’t quite right. The young wolf watched them warily but allowed himself time to study...the cat was striped, and too large. Loki inhaled, leathery nose twitching to take in the scent. Nothing of ozone or thunderheads. The scent of the cat was strangely absent but he dismissed the oddity with a flick of his ear--it was not the strangest thing he had encountered. The sheer lack if familiarity of the scents were strangely comforting for the gypsy wanderer, and it calmed him enough that he could finally process what it was the voice had said. He realized that he had taken too long to respond and perhaps this strange she-wolf might think him slow or dull, but it mattered not. His voice still contained a bit of hoarseness within the rich tenor, as if he did not use it often. “To be lost, first I would need to have a specific destination in mind,” his tone was still guarded, but there were hints of a wry, self-deprecating humor there that might be later teased to the surface. He dipped his head, golden mask shifting between multiple hues of darker and lighter strands like flickering flame as he snuck another glance at the scenery beyond this welcoming party. “But I will admit...I don't know where I am. What is this place?” he tried to keep the gravity of the question out of his voice, to make it seem as if he were merely curious. No point in revealing that he found himself at the Island's mercy, that it refused to yield to him its magic, at least until such time that he had a way to solve it. template by kyley @Morgäna
Morgäna Uciliece this world is filled with monsters... There was a stillness with her, that kept slender form near rigid and perhaps a little robotic with colorless eyes gazing to a stranger washed upon shores. Briefly, young maiden pulled her gaze away to settle upon Poseidon home as the waves carried in of lingering tide before amiably ebbing away in white-cap tugs. A sting of jealousy marveled the unforgiving sea with restless roam as it came and gone from virgin sands. Its vast-never ending stretch accompanied by cerulean skies made her feel that never-ending rot of insignificance and imperfection. Shame and crawled upon her shoulders, marveled by a guilt that she dare expose her horrific presences before such a splendorous wild beast. So, her attention then shied from the ocean waves and settled on raven and deep crimson sculpture of unfamiliarity with her question uttering just audible for his ears to capture. Paws shifted in the sands, patience lingered amidst the silence with comfortable hum while she waited for the stranger to find his bearings. Perhaps her words were not clear, or comprehensible to his ears, was there a language barrier? Inquisitive eyes turned briefly to her tiger as he too searched hers for a moment though kept his firm composure. There was an inkling of a thought that pressed her mind; perhaps he was choosing not to speak to her. Who would want to share a verse with a monster? Left paw shifted and pulled Envy lantern closer to self, as candlelight shimmied with jovial dance. To be lost, first I would need to have a specific destination in mind, Her head tilted forward as she studied him while she settled his words in thought. She knew the comforts and the anxieties of misplacement – yet she coveted and cherished such an enigmatic title. Though she withheld her tongue to dispute such regard as she watched his attention veer towards ocean abyss. But I will admit...I don't know where I am. What is this place? Uciliece maiden pulled her head erect, distilled question slipping upon her black-pointed face. Was he daft? But she was not one to wholly judge, weighing his words carefully once more to take into consideration. Perhaps he washed from another land given his drying coat had just recently been soaked by ocean’s rage. “Solaris Shore.” Answer came with luted flattened soprano coo. Abnormally long tail unraveled from her torso and rested flat by her side, folding towards the edge where sand and sea came together. “One does not need a destination to be misplaced.” she mused coolly. She would leave to the stranger to decide if her statement would be direct or not. Eyes pulled away from his form to return her gaze to the rolling tides, occasionally brushed against her toes. Lantern remained safe between glass and pyrite barrier though seemed to enjoy its potential threat. “You seem… disoriented.” she acknowledged but merely guessing considering it had taken him a moment to even find an answer for her in her previous question. Morgana wasn’t exactly one to pry, so she left her statement where it stood. Nature breath tugged against tufts of muted plum hairs and the small amethyst gem that hung from her neck and its occasional spark in its constant state of activity. @Loki Anor
10-05-2017, 01:42 AM
There's only one place I want to go It's to all the places I've never been Now that he expected it, triangular ears were attuned towards the sweet voice, and dulcet it was...it put him on the edge of caution. In the traveler’s experience, honey usually concealed thorns, or at the very least was bait for some more sinister trap. Yet...there was some vulnerability there, some shame or tension that was thinly veiled beneath the surface and it tugged at a protective nature so deeply buried even he himself denied it existed. One does not need a destination to be misplaced. Head tilted, a wry smile tugging at the corners of ebony lips. “Touché,” he admitted with some grudging commendation, the sideways cant to his slender muzzle dipping into a concessional nod. He did not sit himself but did allow his muscles to loosen, tail dropping to wave loosely behind him, even as more details of the midnight stranger and her odd companion came to light; the piece of crackling rock at her throat, the long-feathered tail that wrapped around her with the grace of a swan’s wing and most of all, the contained flame resting at her paws. In hindsight of course, these little elements should have been obvious from the outset and should have told him immediately that he had not, in fact, stumbled back home, but when adrenaline fueled emotion one often saw monsters where there were only mice. He allowed himself a mental chuckle, though the expression did not touch his face. “As might you be, if you were tossed unceremoniously into a new world and nearly drowned as welcome,” a hint of irritation crept into his tone as he responded to her observation, though the she-wolf had not been speaking directly to him. Sun-bright gaze shifted to the tiger after that, subtle inhale attempting once again to divine the feline’s scent and frustration layering atop the annoyance of the violet-furred stranger’s accusation as he failed once again to do so. What was he, then? A spirit? A magical conjuring? The timbre of his voice dropped a few notes as he attempted to keep his emotions in check, and only partially succeeded. That, more than anything else, told him just how much this planar imprisonment was already affecting him. “And what of you? Does she speak for you as well?” he demanded, and this time it wasn’t quite clear whether the rasp in his voice was its usual hoarseness or a barely-contained growl. template by kyley @Morgäna OOC:: Loki's being a jerk, I sorry :P
10-05-2017, 03:23 AM
Morgäna Uciliece this world is filled with monsters... Gulls shrilled overhead, soaring through ocean breeze set to comb and tussle against tufts entangling whimsy fingerless twirls amidst wolven skin. Chill swept her spine, body rocked in place thought quick to overcome. Jowls parted and exposed alabaster tongue and black gum line and then snapping shut from momentary yawn. Touche raspy reply followed her statement regarding his feelings towards being misplaced. Left ear simply rolled to the side while the right remained forward and facing him. There was nothing problematic when it came to being lost: at least not for the young maiden. Getting lost was a pleasure and an enticing adventure. Getting lost pushed away labor and chore which remained common and a regular routine. She could get lost and then she could hide from those who could easily find her. Brows knitted as she exhaled perturbed sigh, dismissing the idea, as her nickel-white gaze rested contently upon her lantern. Dark lips pulled in breathy hum mentioning his potential disorient nature upon his slow reaction to respond or to even question where he stood in the assumption he would just simply know. But he did not, and this showed, irritation slithered into his tone. Delicate shoulder rolled into a shrug in sarcastic motion. “I am still learning this place.” she admitted, too foreign of the realm she walked. It was enough she was willing to share. The entirety of changing and shifting to a beast in flesh that walked on two would be saved for another day should it ever come. And what of you? His direction turned towards the nameless white tiger. Black indigo eyes scrutinized the wolf with a hard glower. Does she speak for you as well? His long striped tail thumped at the ground as he stood and muscle rolled in his squared legs. “My words are my own, and perhaps with more reason than she.” wry grin then found its way tugged upon his feline lips in toothy flash as he taunted the maiden at his side. It was not lie of course. But it was made clear by the sour expression that painted on her sooty face. Electrical wave rolled once in rigid-smooth twist around her body before it quickly dissipated as it came. Teeth bared beneath dark lips feeling the light strain from the small burst of magic-energy forced an agitated sigh and she shook her head. Envy flitted in such a way one could have guessed it was giggling in bemusement. The tiger kept a small, mirthful coy grin upon his feline lips as he descended into a sit in warm white sands. “Do you wish to remain in the sands for the tides to whisk you away again?” Totes fine, bring on the angst ;D @Loki Anor |
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