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Kyrian

Time's a ticking hearts are running

Think that Cupid's up to something,,
 
Long before the stallion actually caught sight of the rolling sea the scent of it filled his nostrils and the sound of the waves teased his ears. Above him the sun hung heavily. A bright disk cast into the blue-gray sky to illuminate the world below with a soft golden glow. Pale fluffy clouds scattered across the horizon in pleasant disarray. Despite the crisp chill to the air, the temperature was actually rather mild considering the season but this was thanks to the marine layer, which kept the true cold at bay, and he traveled in comfortable warmth due to his thick winter coat. Yet this wasn’t a typical stroll for the rogue who relished wandering and sightseeing. Instead of the confident, ground-eating strides he usually boasted the dusk winged pegasus had a distinct limp. Cloven hooves easily navigated through the loamy soil and seagrass, except the favored left limb. Masculine features marked by lines of laughter, even at his young age, were unusually brooding: a scowl and grimace combined. Ordinarily he peered out upon the world with bright, curious eyes but today they were clouded with pained irritation. So it was with a hiss of air rushing between his clenched teeth that he greeted the coast as the salty ocean spray kissed his face and stung his wound.

Coming to a halt, the roan turned his sard gaze to the gashes on the flesh of his left foreleg. Though fresh blood continued to seep and stain his ebony stocking, it wasn’t a grievous injury. However, the pull of his torn flesh was uncomfortable each time he tensed, flexed, or moved the muscle and he did all of those in order to put as much distance between him and the colosseum as he could. The nagging pain wouldn’t relent, especially now that the brine of the coast seemed to greedily burrow into the exposed tissue and set it aflame with burning stings. Regardless of this physical pain, what hurt the most was his pride. Sable ears flattened moodily to his indigo streaked mane as the stallion repositioned his sore wings while he recalled his swift defeat in the marble ring. Sightlessly he continued to stare at the evidence of first and final blood, his memory vividly recalling the humbling moments. Then, with a detoxifying sigh, the draft released his unnecessary resentment.

Lifting his weary sights and focusing on his surroundings, the brute found his thoughts drifting as aimlessly as the birds riding on the waves. His youthful ego was finding it difficult to let go of his loss so easily, but he had predicted such a consequence to his impulsive audition for champion. It wasn’t for Elyisum or the firstborns that he had joined the dueling. The rogue was looking for something, something greater than himself. He was still looking. For what exactly, he wasn’t sure but it was more than this nomadic existence that once satisfied his wanderlust soul. Teasing at the edge of his mind was the answer but it was always out of reach, the thought never coming to fruition when he managed to snatch it.

Both physically and mentally exhausted now, the lone figure knew he should find shelter for the night even though the sun had yet to set. Yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sea. Splendidly beautiful, the various shades of blue caught and held him. It was only when he imaged the willowy, graceful shape of a maiden that he felt a modicum of peace. Øydis. How he longed to see her again. She would whisper into his thoughts with little prompting, a hint of purple or the scent of the ocean. Each night felt empty without her presence and he couldn’t look at the stars without recalling their ethereal encounter. If only he could find her.

Suddenly the roman sloped nose jerked up to the sky as if to find the bright star of Vega staring impatiently down at him because he did have the power to call out to the sweet siren, the lady Øydis. After heeding the warrior firstborn’s call, Vega had bestowed a gift to him. In this land of magic he could send messages to those within Elysium’s borders. A moment of fear gripped his rapidly beating heart, what if she refused to come at his request? The sinking feeling in his belly was more telling than he cared to admit. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, Kyrian knew he had nothing to lose and a fragile hope bloomed at the wonderful possibility of succeeding. Calling to the strange humming energy in the back of his mind, the stud willed a message to form and projected it to Øydis. She would see him as he was, standing alone upon the shore, and hear his whispered plea, "Øydis, " how he treasured the feel of her name coming from his lips, "my sweet lady, would you come to me?" So much would be left unspoken, he felt his magic draining and knew the message wouldn’t last much longer. "I will wait for you here on the shoreline of the colosseum."

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Øydis;
twisted little parts of me.



The days that went by since the starry night she had been graced with the presence of her knight in shining armor had been such a blur to her; she hadn't kept track of anything. She lived day by day, she roamed the island's beaches, never straying too far from the ocean. Often she would gaze upon the open skies as the sun went down and the moon came out to play, the stars shining so bright. She would make a point to find Vega, just as the story Kyrian had told her.

Upon looking at the star, a sadness would surround her, reminding her that her knight was still no where to be seen. She had not seen him since that night before she fell asleep, as he disappeared like a ghost the following morning. Til this day, she held the thought of him being a dream in the back of her mind. Nothing could of been that perfect. Especially when it came to her - it was as if good things avoided her life like the plague itself. She was rather used to it.

That evening she had found herself on the shores near the Iron Valley, the deep iron scent welled in her nostrils. The very faint tinge of roses wafted to her nares and it caught her attention. Memories flashed behind closed eyelids of her childhood, her mother always carried a rose tucked into her mane by her left ear. She would smell it every time her mother lowered her head to speak to her. Her soft, warm voice echoed throughout her mind.

In that instance - a whole different voice entered her mind. "Øydis, I will wait for you here on the shoreline of the Colosseum." That voice! Eyelids shot opened, revealing a set of deep amethyst orbs. Wha- ... but how?! Kyrian... It was some sort of magic, it had to of been. The very whisper of his voice caused her heart to ache.

"Kyrian..." She whispered in the wind, the cold breeze ruffled her sapphire mane. He had spoke of this Colosseum, while she wasn't entirely sure where that was, she was sure it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out. Among the shoreline, therefore if she would just continue to follow the shores in the direction she had been heading anyway, there was a half chance she'd see him.

It had been at least an hour before she began nearing this massive marble styled structure, it definitely looked like a Colosseum. Ears perked forward at the sight, causing her to pick up the pace to a lengthy trot. The wind was ice cold as snow had began litter the inner lands, spreading to the very outer lines near the shores. Within moments of keeping up her pace, the colorful yellows and violets of the beast's wings had been seen first.

It was him, it truly was him. Her heart soared. Tossing her muzzle to the air, she nickered out to the roan stallion, lurching herself into a graceful canter toward him. As she closed the gab, she had began to look over him, her orbs stopping at his bloodied and torn left limb; which caused her to stop in her tracks. Only a simple stride or two stood in between them. "Lord boy... what have you gotten yourself into?" She cooed, worry riddled her expression as she continued slowly to approach him, her muzzle lowered so she could inspect his wound. It had been fresh, that much she did know.  


    
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Kyrian

You ask me how I feel I say nothing

But lately colors seems so bright,,
 
The depletion of magical energy was foreign to the stud. At the back of his senses it felt as though he had drunk a small pool of water completely dry. Even so, intuitively, Kyrian grasped that an untapped source would refill the emptiness and he would be able to call upon his ability again. How long it took to recharge was unknown to him since the gift was so new. Previously it had been untried; the only way to learn was to observe what happened next yet he was eager for signs of an entirely different kind. The only action now was wait.

This was easier said than done. The wounded stallion appeared to be contently gazing upon the ocean waves but this serenity was merely a disguise. Pain filled his golden eyes while he noted the rhythm of the tide with little effort, the larger portion of his attention was again turned inward. Warring within were two sides of himself: the optimist and the pessimist. Chaotically their voices whispered their opposing views as they struggled to gain ground but he was strong willed enough to know that only time would tell if his mysterious blue maiden heed his call and appear. He had to weather the storm of uncertainty.

A tremulous sigh squeezed from his aching lungs making him realize he was holding his breath. Looking up he wondered how much time had gone by, too little. The brute grimaced when he went to shift his wings and begin a sun salutation, to reorient his Drishti, since he had forgotten about his soreness. Dark lips curved into a rugged smirk as he became aware of the fact that his thoughts had easily centered on Øydis and left the battle unremembered. With willing enthusiasm the male closed his eyes and called to mind the beautiful purity of her amethyst gaze. Despite the tragic past that he had been privileged to know thus far, Kyrian was overwhelmed by her authenticity. It was such a rare gift to have genuine conversation, honest connection, and he had felt a kinship to her upon first sight. A magnetic pull that was nearly irresistible. How he resisted her that first and only night he didn’t know. Looking back now the rogue struck the ground in vexation at his restraint, snorting when pain shot up his protesting left limb. His orbs remained shut during this time and he brought to mind the regal slope of Øydis’s brow with the gleaming gems upon her poll. Recalling the delicate flare of her nostrils, Kyrian would continue his musing by thinking of the graceful way she loped into the ocean. Fearless of the cold and unknown creatures lurking below, she had beckoned him to join her. Gasping abruptly at the sound of a friendly, familiar nicker the draft backed out of the frigid waves he had dreamingly waded into and stared unbelievingly at the approaching figure. She loped toward him as if straight out of his memory.

"Your here," was his confounded exclamation before an answering whinny flowed from his maw. Tossing his indigo tipped forelock the baroque went to pivot and grunted at the jolt pain that resulted from pushing off subconsciously with both forelegs and his body protested stiffly from standing idle for so long. Cursing his foolishness again, he was relieved to find that she swiftly closed the space separating them, despite stopping out of reach much to his regret. With uncanny instinct the bejeweled fae’s eyes immediately trained on his wound. His own gaze roved over her slender form to see if she was faring well during this difficult season, relieved to see no signs neglect. At the epithet he chuckled and he cast a rueful smile in her direction as she carefully came closer. "Øydis," he rumbled in answer while lowering his mug to try and catch the scent of her silky tresses as she bent over his damaged leg, "I haven’t gotten myself in too much trouble." Trying to make light of the consequences of his fight he beamed his most innocent, coltish grin.

To try and reassure her further the winged equine playfully aimed to nip gently at her cheek before shifting a half step away. Regretfully he winced at the abrupt motion. With honest mirth, he soothed, "Besides, I do believe my good fortune has returned to me." But it felt as though gravity had shifted, he couldn’t bear to be even that small distance from her after missing her for too many days, so he ambled close again. The unique tail of his curling and uncurling ebulliently at the feathered tip, Kyrian arched his neck and reached forward and let his intentions brim clear in his expressive citrine gaze that he wanted to press his brow to hers in greeting. He ached to pull her close. If his mouth hadn’t gone dry he would have asked one of the many questions fluttering through his mind but, for this moment, he would bask in the knowledge that she had come when he called. His hope was fulfilled. He couldn’t believe his luck.

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Øydis;
twisted little parts of me.



Everything within her wanted to touch him - to wrap herself in him.

After their first departure, she never wanted to let him out of her sights ever again. Although she knew all too well that it was still possible that he hadn't felt the same; one could feel such a infatuation for another, yet truly want no commitment. She knew quite a bit of what the cruel world had to offer, her being a Princess hadn't sheltered her from anything. Øydis knew of purely physical attractions; nothing was ever cut and dry. There were no such things as fairy tales. There was hardly ever happy endings, even though she always desperately wanted her own happy ending.

Amethyst orbs darted up to the stallion as he responded with not getting himself in too much trouble. It was a short lived glare, knowing he full on did get himself into some trouble. Orbs shut gently as she felt his nip, causing a sensation of shivers to run down her spine. His very touch was enough to send her through the gates of heaven themselves. Lids shot back open as she heard the slight wince; worry riddled her all over again.

With a soft sigh after hearing his words of her being his good fortune, she shook her head lightly and stepped closer to meet him halfway, arching her neck to press her forehead against his own. Her nares flared as she inhaled his scent, his breath. "I just cannot leave you for a moment, can I?" She whispered ever so gently to him, her orbs went to close once more in utter content.

This was how she wanted to be taken from the world - just as this.

Utterly content. Overly happy. And absolutely in love. 

    
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Kyrian

And the stars light up the night

My feet they feel so light,,
 
The draft intently watched the sapphire maiden. She appeared even more stunning in the light of day. Their chance encounter had occurred during the embracing hours of the night with a heavy moon as their source of light. Stars scattered the horizon and gave  a mythical, ethereal atmosphere for the whole meeting. Kyrian had even shared a bit of the hidden lore of his heritage with her. Still so much remained unspoken, undecided, between them. Wondering what kept her silent with a pensive sheen to her brilliant mauve orbs, because he didn’t think he wound required that much attention, he took the burden of her fleeting glare in stride. He definitely deserved that look.

Suffering the ramifications of his swift movements in silence after his telling wince, Kyrian nearly sagged his resplendent wings in relief when her velvety soft brow touched his ebony one. As it was, he couldn’t help but release of shallow breath. Sable ears shifting back to rest upon his thick mane as he savored her nearness. Their shared air was warm and comforting. Her briny ocean scent was one that he would forever recognize with her distinctly feminine, sweet flare. Unique to his siren.

"I think you speak the truth, my lady," he murmured as softly as she. How blissful it would be to trail her every step, a winged guardian sailing above her peacefully resting form, it was startlingly easy for loner to imagine. Having wandered the past two years with only brief stays with good company, and even hastier visits with less pleasant company, the rogue found himself keenly yearning for solidarity of late. He felt that he could grow such a bond with the corundum blue mare. The magnitude of his affections wasn’t surprising; it was his unwillingness to restrain the emotions that caught him off balance.

Though he lifted his roman slope skull, the brute was merely shifting so that he stood parallel with her and lifted his right wing. The feathered appendage stretched above her back as he offered his shoulder for leaning upon. His leonine tail began to curl around itself as he hesitated. Kyrian felt a need to apologize but for what exactly he wasn’t sure. Knowing what lay heaviest upon his heart the stallion looked down at his injury and expressed regretfully, "I didn’t mean to be foolish."

Citrine eyes rolled to peer at the willowy, regal mare beside him and sighed, "I wanted to find you sooner, Øydis. " He couldn’t get enough. Each chance he had he would speak her name, reach out to touch her just to be sure she was real. Tilting his head to the side to fully gaze at her, his petal shaped ears swiveled forward and a tuft of indigo streaked forelock flopped across his brow, the roan asked with genuine interest, "Have you been well?"

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Øydis;
twisted little parts of me.



Being in the presence of her knight in shining armor once again brought on a whole different feeling than it had the last time. Before she had a sense of wonder; a sense that maybe, just maybe, fairy tales did exist. That maybe the newly decrowned Princess would actually get a happy ending. But all of that had been ripped violently away the moment she had woke that next morning.

Only to find herself completely and utterly alone.

It had led her to believe that it had all been some crazy, vivid dream she must of had. However the hoof prints beside where she laid proved her otherwise. It had happened, he just left without a word. It had only caused her to grow more cynical toward the idea of happy endings. "That's just what they are... fairy tales." Whispering it to the wind as no one else had been around to listen. She found it assuring; however the sadness was still evident.

Being there with him again, her forehead against his, it was different this time. It wasn't as mystical. It wasn't as mysterious... because her head kept whispering those words to her heart. He had left her once before, who was to say he wouldn't again? Probably take her entire heart with him this time instead.

The sapphire fae remained still as he shifted to stand beside her, even as he laid his wing over her back. She would not give into her ache to lean into him, to feel his muscled hide against her petite frame. To feel his warmth, to take in his scent. No. But damn did her heart ache for it. She kept quiet as her knight spoke, her orbs willing to tear up the more he said. "Stop it, Kyrian... just stop." Her words were soft and hesitant. Broken. Lowering her head, she closed her eyelids, leaning a tad away from the stallion.

However with that last inquiring question of his, lids shot open and her normal calm amethyst orbs shown a spitfire she hadn't released in a long time. Whipping her head to glare at him, her nostrils flared as she exhaled. "Have I been well? You lost the right to know that when you left without saying goodbye." Once more her words had started out firm and wavered toward the end.

All she truly wanted to do was sink her head into his shoulder and cry, but she dismissed the feeling. She needed to keep her facade. "You weren't meant to leave..." She breathed, orbs shut once again as she hung her head.

    
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Kyrian

I'm ignoring all the signs

I keep on frontin',,
 
Emotions of great warmth filled him at being near to her again. The draft savored the abrasive caress of her shoulder gems against the sensitive inner arches of his wing and the smooth brush of her cerulean coat against creamy colored feathertips. He was so caught up in the moment that it took him longer than he would care to admit to recognize her reluctance. Kyrian’s elation immediately dimmed when he became acutely aware of the resistance expressed by the sapphire maiden tucked beside him. He despised the tentative cadence of her dulcet voice and tensed at her softly spoken command. Citrine eyes darkened with worry when she lowered her head. Beautiful, intelligent, welcoming amethyst eyes closed and he felt as if his world stopped. Black lips parted in a silent cry of disbelief as she shifted her weight such that she edged away from him slightly.

A ferocious emotion rushed through his blood and greedily urged him to erase the space between them, but the rogue forced his maw shut and gritted his teeth. He would loathe taking advantage of any mare, especially Øydis. Keeping his cloven hooves solidly anchored despite the ache to pull her close the stallion found he was unable to retract his wing. Granules of sand tumbled away from them when his legs trembled from the effort. Unwilling to backpedal the soft feathers remained a heavy burden across her shoulders. Her noble head tossed up at his sincere query and the seething flare displayed by those mesmerizing mauve orbs that met his own had him at a loss until she responded. Onyx ears flickered forward and back indecisively. Then the sensitive audits caught the subtle wobble. Confusion burst through him and hot on its heels indignation before a weariness settled in. Fairly quivering from the whirl of emotions, Kyrian was unable to speak.

A brittle silence stretched between them for an indeterminate amount of time. It felt like an eternity but also not enough to gather his wits since the next whispered claim struck him to the core. Those captivating eyes closed and any argument he had tried to build against her vanished with them. A hiss of air sucked into his lungs once he remembered to breathe, instinct driving him to lower his roman sloped skull to her level. Though he was chafed that she didn’t know he had bid her farewell, the roan stud was forced to acknowledge the fact that he had left before Øydis awoke. It had spared him pain, saved him from confronting the connection that had grown between them during that astonishing, glorious night.

Now, as the sun kissed the distant horizon and cast shades of fiery beauty upon the sedate sea, Kyrian had nowhere to flee. Momentarily distracted by a ticklish sensation he recalled the open wound on his leg and realized that he had held himself so stiffly that fresh blood continued to ooze out. He felt sore to the bone throughout his entire baroque form. Below his knee was stained off-black and a trickle of crimson pooled between the split of his left hoof onto the sand. The pain didn’t bring clarity, much to his regret, and he turned his shadowed gaze back to his gem, searching for eye contact. He needed their connection and that scared him senseless. "Øydis," was all he was able to whisper at first. Her name wet his parched lips and gave him the strength to continue, "If I hadn’t left I would have…" Panic gripped him as his heart beat against his ribs. Said too much, gone too far, gotten lost in your soulful eyes until the goddess took me back into her embrace? All of them felt true yet he couldn’t get his tongue to speak his mind.

Unable to discern if the physical aches came from his battle or the craving to press against her, the stallion wrinkled his nostrils and closed his eyes in frustration. The words refused to come and he raged internally against the restraints of his caution. Lifting his wing from her back he poured the infuriating powerlessness into motion and pressed into a lope heading straight for the sea. The salt instantly burned and his head jerked each time the left hoof held weight, yet his body refused to let him cry out. He wanted to bellow; instead he was forced to halt with the waves lapping against his knees, unable to go deeper as the pressure threatened to collapse his injured limb. Sable ears were flattened to his poll, the pegasus fearful of hearing retreating hoofbeats. That was the key to unlocking his voice. His lost princess had come to his call and he would not lose her now without a fight. Looking back over a winged shoulder, he called out in a starkly vulnerable tone, "If you would join me, I vow to stay by your side as long as you will have me." If she retreated he knew he would pursue her. 

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OOC | Øydis sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it <3
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Øydis;
twisted little parts of me.



What even was this? The thought drafted through her mind with some trouble, her heart twitched with pain. She still couldn't fully understand how such a strong bond had formed between the two within one night. It was becoming more clear to her that everything that had happened to her in the past was just setting her up for this wonderful man. What else could describe it? It had only been a couple nights since she had showed up on the shores of the Golden Isle before Kyrian had stumbled upon her resting on the beach on the mainland. It was truly unfolding like one of those fairy tales her mother would tell her at night before bed.

The salty scent of the sea comforted her, it caused a warmth to grow within her. It kept her grounded. She hadn't known life away from the ocean, ever since she had been a filly, it was always there. Always near her. It was her comfort zone. To wander far from it well, it had never even crossed her mind before. She never had the need to stray, even in Elysium. It offered plenty of beaches for her to explore without getting bored.

If you were ever in search of her, it was easy to narrow down just where she was. Look to the beaches, you'd most likely see the sapphire vixen among one of them.

As her thoughts of the sea were interrupted by the brute's shifting, her ears flickered toward him as she opened her amethyst orbs. She caught sight of the fresh plasma that coated his limb, the flap of skin hanging. It troubled her so, to see her knight in such a condition. She still didn't know quite the story as to even who or what caused it. 

A deep throbbing pain hit her heart once more as he began to speak, his gentle voice soothed her, yet she remained still. She was still so hurt. As his words trailed off, You would of... what? The fact that he couldn't even release the words caused an itch that she couldn't scratch. The fact that he just couldn't seem to find the words annoyed her slightly, was it so hard just to tell her to shove off?

Before she could even form the words to question him, she felt the weight of his wing lift from her back and he took off into the sea. The sudden movement caused the urge to charge after him, but as her legs shook in protest, she remained grounded. Orbs stared out to the stallion, the pain in his leg obvious with every step he took. "Oh Kyrian... you silly man." She whispered to the gentle breeze.

Once again a faint whisper filled her ears, knowing it was truly magic, for there was no way such quiet words could reach her from the distance he had put between them. Join him. Without a single question in her entire being, her body lurched to take off after him. Rear hooves dug into the sand as she launched herself, barreling down at near full speed ahead. Although her emotional being was so fragile, she knew one thing.

I don't want to spend another moment away from him.

Slowing herself to a graceful trot as she neared, she lowered her head so as she came to his side, the top of her neck went under his throat; careful not to jab him with the crystals upon her head as she went. "There are worlds in you, and I have fallen in love with every one." She whispered into his shoulder, her head craned to nuzzle his hide. Eyelids closed, she poured all over her love into him; a strong sense of warmth seemed to emit from her body as it transferred to his. It almost felt like a part of her was melting into him, becoming him. She felt exhausted and exhilarated all in one.

    
OOC | Kyrian |
The last bit of her "melting into him" I have that as her using her healing magic for the first time, of course without her knowledge at first. She just thinks its all the emotion.  


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Kyrian

I keep you wondering

Keep you hunting for my lovin',,
 
Both the sound of the sea and the sight of beach faded from his senses as his focus narrowed to a single figure. At his request, without a moment of hesitation, the elegant mare burst into motion. Dark lips lifted at the sight. Hook, line, and sinker; Kyrian knew he was caught far more firmly than he ever imagined he could be. It felt as if his world shifted on its axis and a strange euphoria filled him. For the first time, he felt whole as he watched Øydis come at his request for a second time. She was beautiful with her mane and tail sailing in the wind she created by galloping to him. Her nimble hooves kicking up sand before splashing into the frothing waves lulling at the shore. The brilliance of her blue coat darkened from the wetness and he was rendered breathless by her allure, but more than that he was overwhelmed by her compassion and willingness to give. The draft doubted he could be as forgiving as she.

Citrine eyes slide closed and a tremulous exhale whispered from parted lips at the velvet touch of her neck gliding beneath his. Uncaring of getting pricked by the gems upon her poll, the stallion tucked his chin to nuzzle the wealth of silky straight mane. At her tender cadence Kyrian thought he was dreaming until the stroke of her heather lips against his shoulder brought him back to his senses. The waves crashed against golden sand, the brine stung his leg, and he could taste the salt in the ocean air. All these sensations paled in comparison to the word reverberating through his thick skull: love. Was this truly what he was experiencing? Could it be? He scarcely dared to acknowledge the idea.

Yet the warmth that had filled him at having her near again was only growing. In fact, the draft’s ears swiveled to opposite sides as he realized it was an almost painful burn. Radiating from maiden tucked against his chest, he held on tighter. Leaning into her embrace, he held her tighter by shifting his head to rest his cheek against her neck before shifting to rub his jaw along her crest and ending at her withers. Orbs still sealed shut he clenched his teeth and shuddered as his body went aflame. Wings that mimicked the sky at dusk stretched out above the water and gave a hearty flap. It sent their manes whirling but sunfire eyes snapped open. The pain was gone! He didn’t need to look to know that the gaping flesh of his left foreleg had knit back together. Simply flexing the muscle, cautiously at first then with more confidence, let him know he was healed because only the slightest twinge greeted him.

In quiet amazement, Kyrian whispered, "My lady, what have you done? My leg, i-it’s healed." His tone dripped with wondered. Instinctively, the brute knew that his was not his feat.

Unable to contain his coltish reverence the rogue tenderly nipped her withers before pulling away and looking at his leg. Pink scars in the shape of overlapping crescents marked the muscle. The configuration presenting itself as bite marks if the observer was astute enough to recognize. This amount of healing took days, if not weeks. He was astonished. About to burst with gratitude he looked up to thank Øydis and noticed the fatigue lining her features. Immediately concerned for her well being, the baroque stud urged, "Let us find a place to rest. I think we have quite a bit to discuss." Citrine eyes intently watching for any other sign of tiredness, ready to lend his strength, he ushered her toward the comfort of the shore. Oddly, the stallion felt re-energized and he took steady breaths to try and tame the riot of butterflies fluttering in his barrel. Glancing ahead, he motioned with his nose toward a bluff, "Perhaps there?" The suggestion was light, if she was too weary they could rest sooner. 

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Posted on Jan 16 2018, 6:29 PM.
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#10




Øydis;
twisted little parts of me.



She wasn't too sure what was happening; all she knew was she was there with her knight - finally. There was not a single thing in the world she would rather be doing, than being here with him. Being where she was now - physically and mentally - she couldn't even begin to figure out how she had existed without his beautiful soul in her life. That was it though, she just simply existed. She hadn't truly been living, not until that wondrous evening that the roan stallion had strolled right into her view.

"My lady, what have you done? My leg, i-it’s healed." The rough tones of the male she had been leaning against snapped her back into consciousness, she had suddenly became so exhausted and had passed out. Amethyst orbs peered out from behind her sapphire lids, she tried to blink the sleepiness away. "W-wh-" Lids slid shut again and she felt the heaviness of gravity once more but she pulled herself back. C'mon lady, pull yourself together. She urged herself, pulling whatever strength she had left; lids shot open and she attempted to push herself off Kyrian but only took a small step sideways as she became unbalanced. "Kyrian... what happened?" Although a sense of fear egan to grow, she quieted it. Knowing her knight in shining armor wouldn't let a single bad thing happen to her in his presence.

That alone calmed her to the core.

Audits flickered at the sound of his suggestion of a place to rest and she sleepily nodded, still fighting to keep her lids opened. "Oh my, I don't know what happened. I'm so... tired suddenly." She felt unbalanced and dizzy once again, but felt the warmth of the brute near her and leaned her frame into his shoulder, the feeling of the cold waves surrounding her limbs was the only thing that kept her up on her feet. She picked her mouth up, finding her lips nuzzling at his muscled hide; just his touch alone began to give her strength. "Rest, yes. Yes please... only if you don't leave again." She breathed, raising her heavy head so she could stare into his golden orbs. She was scared of him leaving again, it was the only thing that absolutely terrified her in this life.

"Please don't leave me." She whispered again before lowering her head, as holding it up was causing too much drain on the little energy she had. "I don't think I can take it again." She still hadn't even fully understood what she had done, she had no idea of her healing magic. She just knew that she was exhausted.

    
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#11

Kyrian

But I crave us hugging

Yeah stay stubborn,,
 
A look of puzzlement crossed her refined features at his words. Whisper soft, the brute’s sable pinnae had to strain forward to hear her slumberous remark, even then he hardly understood her. Determinedly she lifted her gaze to his; looking as though her lids were weighed down with iron. Kyrian realized that her tiredness was far more extensive than he had first thought. Etched upon her brow and her heather soft nostrils were lines of exhaustion. Upon his urging the willowy maiden had resolved to step forward and ended up stumbling. Quickly shifting to press steadily against her in support he leaned so they touched from shoulder to flank. The pegasus poised a wing above her back. He would be ready in case he needed to catch her. The roan stallion could only form guesses as to what had just happened.

The admiration growing in his chest urged his thoughts to the simplest conclusion and that suspicion was that Øydis had the gift of healing. Messier, more complex explanations could be used to answer this remarkable feat; such as the graciousness of the firstborns or perhaps a favoring from the land of Elyisum. But the draft was a bitter skeptic. He had seen the firstborns and was unimpressed with their distance from creation. Having spoken to one that missed the prayers of her followers, the stud was cynical about their intervention especially to one as disbelieving as he. Even the land seemed robbed of its magical properties of late. Citrine eyes blazing with a wealth of warm emotions, he reached to press his lips against the soft spot of her poll while her dulcet voice came more strongly than before despite pressing against him to garner strength.

Before he could touch her, the bejeweled skull heavily lowered to skim her lips upon the surface of the salty water. Each undulating wave lapped at his belly and he recognized that it supported the shorter mare more firmly than dry land would. He was just thinking they might stay for a while longer in the sea when he shivered at the caress of her muzzle against him. The rogue arched his neck and tilted his head to peer at her. Shimmering as if sapphires had been formed into strands, her beautiful tresses fell across her brow and down her neck. A few stray tendrils clung to his neck and he was remembering the exquisite sensation of nuzzling her mane when she spoke with a quiet intensity. It was at the slight hesitation that his gaze shifted to hers. His heart tried to leap from his chest at the exact moment her amethyst orbs met his. The sincerity of her words destroying his reservations.

Ebony lips parting to speak a pledge, Kyrian lowered his head in sync with his sea siren and held his tongue at her heartbreaking appeal. He wasn’t sure if it was the allure of her vulnerability or something more sincere but the feelings enthralling him were like none he had ever felt before, except during their first fateful meeting. Getting swept away in the emotions was looking more attractive by the moment. The baroque male pressed more firmly against the weary mare, not trying to unbalance her but to get closer. Silver lashes lowered as his citrine gaze became pensive. He couldn’t seem to get close enough and ended up draping his wing across her back to feel more connected. His voice when it came was thick, speaking for the first time without equivocation, "I will not leave you, Øydis." Cracking at her name, he sucked in air and continued before his courage was lost. "Not now, not tomorrow; I will never be far from you because you hold my heart."

The stark honesty drained him of his emotion energy and he was thankful for the gentle cradling of the ocean around his suddenly unsteady limbs, cloven hooves anchored by the sand hidden beneath the waves at the bottom. Feather-tipped tail trailed the silky ombre strands through the water as he went to curl it around her hocks. Tremulous Kyrian started again, "My lady," releasing a quivering breathe he quieted the passion of his emotions to murmur more firmly, "Your generous spirit is the cleansing wave my soul needed so desperately. I only pray to the goddess that I can find the words and actions necessary to give you flourishing. I am not easy to live with." Burnished gold eyes peaked sidelong at the fatigued mare and he wished he could give her the strength heating his blood. As it was, the draft continued to offer his heavy form as support without hesitation. So many more words pressed at the back of his throat but his tongue refused to move. Already he had opened up more than any other time in his life. 

Forming a nearly physical lump in his throat, the winged stud had to shake his head before whispering, "When you are ready, would you like to head to shore or would you prefer we stay here?" He had grown oblivious to the cold. The world seemed to revolve around the regal maiden beside him. 

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