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Posted on May 23 2018, 9:57 PM. (Edited: Jun 02 2018, 8:18 PM by Cantripp.)
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Cantripp

The Fallen Star
The feathered galactic stallion stood silently between the dead trees and fauna, the hooves of starlit silver coated in the thick ash that roamed the barren grounds. His tail, as much as he hated it, gathered the ashes like a magnet. Making the silk unnaturaly heavy. Though in reality it had barely changed in weight. He was much more pleased to know that he was coming up on a clearing without ash to worry about. He could hear the faint sound of running water as well, something to quench his thirst. 

The stallion stepped over the fallen trees and rocks. Some were easier than others, simply for the fact that while he may have been a good height, stepping over large logs wasn't easy. He'd occasionally hop over them. Landing back on his hooves with ease, stirring up the annoying ash around him. His nostrils flared and his ears swiveled forward at the sights before him. The clearing was close, and as such he was thrilled to see it with grass and real fauna. He hummed and sped his pace into a smooth trot. 

Smiling was foreign to the man. It was as if he'd forgotten how after the death of his mother. Growing up alone. It was rather odd and felt weird to do so. However, the relief of finally finding a place in which he could rest and replenish himself was worthy of smiling over. Though faint.

The grass beneath his saucered hooves brushed the ashes away, cleaning off the glowing, gloried silver of his feet. Though the feathers of his legs were still laden with the grey ash. He would stomp a few times, riding the feathering of most the dust, then dismiss it for later. He hated this, the grotesque scenery around him. Infested with dead plants, ash, unkept and overridden with a disease. Though he wasn't a germaphobe he'd much rather be clean and free of clinging mud or the likes. These thoughts drove him to the water. It was a nice little pond-like area. He'd no idea where the inlet came from other than the stream bubbling from somewhere beneath the ground. He was curious but pushed that aside. Stepping into the pool and wading until it reached his underbelly. Tail floating, the tips of his mane close to five inches above the surface. The trail of ash left behind from his tail floated in a relieving trail. Knowing he'd come out of the water clean.

He climbed out of the pool with a deep huff, legs planting as he shook out the water, snorting softly. The man still seemed to glow, in fact, it was likely the water had intensified it. Pelt now sleek with the moisture. Though his tail was now much longer now that the wavyness was wet down to straight. The man turned calmly to the water, rippling from his submergion and leap. Drinking softly, relieved as the cooled water chilled his body. Though he may have gotten into the water, the thick pelt would do quick work of just heating him up again. He had often found himself sweating simply from the heat of the place. He was in no way built for this climate. At least when it decided to heat up. 

The Star lifted his head, huffing, he made no move to roll himself out. The water felt good. His handsome face dripped at the lips where he had taken his water. Eyes calm, chilled. He was hungry, but he'd rather be sure he was safe before he'd drop his head to eat. And so he went. Moving softly along the edges of this little clearing, searching, but never stepping foot into the ash.

Cantripp nodded to himself, he'd be able to eat in peace. There hadn't been any threatening scents. Only the prescence of other horses and simple wildlife. He'd be able to deal with predators unless ganged up on. with this in mind, he still kept tabs on the land around him as he dipped his head near the pond, then ripped up bushels of thick pond grass. It had been a fairly long time since his last nourishing meal. Lately it had only been small stops here and there.

Eating took only half an hour. Having trained himself not to eat too much at a time in order to avoid cramps and wrenching. Cantripp didn't plan on leaving this clearing any time soon. He'd actually likely stay for a good day until he considered himself rested and moved on. Even as he found a place to drop to his knees, and lay himself down in the grass. Now that he lay, the grass seemed taller. Reaching to his side. The coolness it provided made him close his eyes and drop his head. He'd nap, partially. More or less he'd do so in a state of half-sleep. Ready to spring up at the signs of being snuck up on. 

It was ironic, seeing a galaxy sleep. One would think that something so bright would remain awake for countless days. As a galaxy would remain awake until its star died, and gave birth to the nebula to only create another galaxy to repeat the cycle. Though as he wasn't a galaxy nor a star, unless one considered his origin, he'd need to keep himself rested. Sleep called to him like the wailing lullaby of the siren. And while he wouldn't run to it for death, he'd run for it to sleep. If it allowed. But, sadly, there were no sirens in the direct vacinity. And he could not listen to the lullaby to carry him to sleep. Rather he had to imagine his own. Using the sounds of the running water and wind as improv. Soon falling under that spell and allowing himself mercy at the hands of the dream giver.



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Considering the circumstances at hand, Kashmir might have seemed like a siren as she appeared on the scene, though she technically was not one. She was a stunning creature in her own right, and was composed from the love and tenderness of two separate beings becoming one. Kashmir was built with graceful athleticism thanks to her mother, and was intricately decorated solely because of her father. She was like poetry in motion as she moved sometimes, an artistic display of elegance and a flourish of her creator’s hand. But she was not an unfeeling beast meant to lure others to their deaths. She did not base relationships on lies and deceit. On very rare occasions she was a temptress, weaving a web of playful passion, but that was quite rare these days. She had had her one major fling, had her fleeting fun, and now was beyond all that mainly. There were others to think about aside from herself…so many more to think about. Often times her own needs would fall by the wayside to ensure the good of others. That was just her nature, and Kashmir would not have it any other way. So was she a siren? No, she was not at all. But did she cast the illusion of one? Sure, one could say that.  

The woman had spent a few days in this particular land seeing who and what she could see, if anything. It felt to her like she had traced the path from the outside in a million times already, but she did not mind. Kashmir would trace it once and then a million more easily, and all without any complaints. On this trip, the striped girl found something that she had not before. It came in the form of a water source and grass. Normally these lands were barren and broken. Normally they were notoriously littered with flaky remains. But the further that Kashmir walked, the more the Claiming Grounds opened up to her. What a pleasant surprise to see. If only others would have looked deeper into the lands, then perhaps their perception would have changed about it. It was not a place only of death, but of life as well. There was always that precarious balance between the two, teetering to one side and then to the other. That is what ultimately created equilibrium in the end.

While moving along, the mare came upon the sleeping form of Cantripp too. Shortly after spotting him, that is when the mare’s investigation of the constellation-like man began. She faced him head on, curiosity ridden all over her features, for there was no reason to hide it really. Others were minding their own business, so she assumed it was alright to proceed. This dude felt comfortable enough to sleep in a place like this? Well that was sort of strange, no? This did not seem like a place that any outsider would feel remotely at ease, unless he was so weary and tired he just plopped down where he was. That was not an idea that Kashmir was too keen on. This place had ghostly whispers that were surely enough to bring about goosebumps on someone’s skin. So how had he been able to fall asleep so soundly in that way? That was the prevailing question at hand.

Kashmir’s bright golden eyes were peering down at where the stag’s eyes would have been, had they been open then. Kashmir then gently extended her muzzle to reach out to try and touch the stallion. Her velvet soft nose was aiming for his shoulder, though she was not even sure if she touched him or not. It was intended to be a soft touch, nothing threatening or harmful, just a simple touch. She did not know how he would respond to her breath nearby him, nonetheless her poking at him. But of course she attempted it anyways. And instead of fleeing from the scene or backing up a bit, Kash stood there where she was, unmoving. On top of that, she was bold enough to whisper words to further get his attention. No one liked being woken up from their sleep, let’s just be honest here. Sleep is a necessity, and is almost sacred to some. But the mare could offer the stallion a better place to rest than this, so it would not be in vain to wake him momentarily. He could go back to sleep if he so chose afterwards, but Kashmir wanted to extend her offer to him first. An amused expression seeped onto her face because she was intrigued as to what his reaction would be.  

“Hey buddy. Hey buddy, wake up will ya, dude?” the mare murmured with a hint of smugness. This was too fun for her to pass up.  

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Posted on Jun 02 2018, 8:51 PM.
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Cantripp

The Fallen Star
Dreams plagued his mind like the black of his pelt. Showing him the fantasies of stars and ancestors, dreams of his mother, their life. Then the bear. Barreling at him from the darkness like the reaper, screaming out a thunnderous roar. His fur standing on end as the young him spun around and fled. His mother was no where to be seen. In the blackness of this dream. He didn't know where he was going, where he even was. He could hear his mother, calling his name. Though he tripped, toppling to the black floor. Horrorified as the bear came down on him, it bit at his shoulder, though only a light graze. He flinched. I felt that.... This is only a dream...

Starry blue eyes shot open and he jerked up, head held high, rearing back with a defensive snort. Landing on all fours in a show of threat against being attacked in any way. Back legs stomping onto the ground in unease. The mane that had previously sailed like the flag rest against calmly, dropping past his chest, the long tail of silver trailing to the side of his body as he snorted down at the woman. The onyx spikes arching from his face giving him a more threatening appearance then he would have liked. He narrowed his eyes at her softly and felt himself cock his head. He'd been approached by this woman mid-sleep. Some would find that odd, and to be honest, he did, but it was likely she'd just been curious.

He stretched his neck to look at her closely, muscles twitching beneath the skin. Now that he stood, he could see she was just slightly smaller than himself. A tigress. He didn't speak for a moment, simply observing her and her stance. Reading her intentions. Nothing seemed threatening. She was laid back. Cantripp felt himself calm just a little at the fact that he would likely be able to be at peace and converse.

The silver of his star clad pelt seemed to spark and glow as he shifted his body weight. Silvered hooves doing the same. "You know, Love, one should be a tad bit wearier when waking a stranger. These horns aren't simply for looks." The tone was hinted to be humorous to keep the air around them relaxed, nostrils flaring. Great. He was getting hot again. The hatred he had for the length of his coat was just about equal to the hatred cats had for dogs. Cantripp shook himself out and resisted the stretch that begged to make itself known. 

He turned his head again and hummed in soft thought. "Had I been anyone else, you could have been attacked. Tell me you knew of that?" Cantripp asked with a touch of concern in his soft, silver-tongued tone. Watching her reaction passively. As much as he didn't wish to offend the woman he'd rather not see her attack for anything she didn't think about before doing, though on second thought she didn't seem to be the type to storm into things blindly. He cocked his head again and blinked those moon silver eyes. He wasn't a monster, and wouldn't outright snap at her for waking him, it had been his own fault for dropping his guard like this. But he was irritated that he'd been woken at the same time. It did show in his next question, though only slightly. "You intrigue me Love. Why of all the men and women here, come and wake me? I'm nothing but a fallen star, Surely you've more important things to tend to? Then care for a stranger, one in which you don't know. Who could have easily attacked you within seconds of waking? Try to be more cautious about who you approach and how you do it Yes?"

Blue eyes were amused, but it didn't reach his face. She was a stranger, but he was here to show people that the world was nothing but hell. He found himself lingering on her eyes, watching her curiously. As he'd always been as a colt, he could never tone down that curiosity and slight flirtatious personality. Though he felt that this were more serious of a moment. Though this didn't stop the terms he called her by. Certainly not meant in any way of offence to her, though she'd likely been sought after before, being a rather pleasing to the eyes. Though he couldn't let this kind of thing veer him off his purpose. Getting close could only hurt them in the end.


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Kashmir was not surprised by the sudden waking of the stallion and, in fact, she expected it to happen. Being spoken to and breathed on while one was sleeping was not an ideal situation, especially with a stranger doing it to him. Kash still held her position even with the spontaneous burst of moment, and she held a smirk plainly on her face. The expression that she had on was one that said ‘I told you so’ or ‘I meant to do that’ even though she did not actually speak yet. It was a knowing look she gave, but still not one with intentions to harm anyone. It was just a playful game for a sometimes snarky lady to play. And although there were protrusions aimed in her general direction, Kashmir merely quirked a single brow upwards when the man reached towards her. Call it cockiness, call it confidence, call it whatever you would like to, the mare was there and obviously sought for her presence to be known.

Apparently the stag had caught her drift and decided to crack a tiny joke, which put a fissure on their silent curious inspections of one another. Kashmir had no choice but to respond with a small joke of her own, for, once again, it was all too tempting. “Well baby,” the mare said emphasizing her last word distinctly, “Who said the spikes you have look good in the first place? And I do not have the time to be wary; there was actually a purpose in waking you believe it or not.” The mare’s tone was purely teasing, and there was a surefire glint of mischievousness in her golden eyes. It was hard to miss, even if someone tried. “Indeed I was aware that an attack was plausible here, fortunately for me it did not occur on this occasion.” She did not get offended when he warned her, for the things like that did tend to happen, and on a frequent basis. But yet and still Kashmir was undeterred, and it was too late to take back what she had already done. It was in the past and all that jazz. There was no harm done.

The striped mare had been called several nicknames in her lifetime, but being called ‘love’ was a new one for her. She had been called things like ‘madam’ ‘honey’ and ‘sugar’ but never ‘love’ before. A piece of Kashmir held on to that, wanting to be called it more and more. There was always a wanting and strong yearning to be loved by someone special. But the thing was this stallion did not even know her in the slightest capacity. How could he love her that quickly without even knowing anything about her? Clearly he did not, for love at first sight was a fleeting thing. Only some truly experienced something like that and made it last forever. The name that he gave her was obviously a nickname only for identification purposes. Sigh. What a pity that was. Kash focused on the other words that he said, trying not to make a big deal about the L word. And she would keep using his nickname as long as he used hers.

“Well, baby, I can say that the intrigue is mutual between us then. I have traveled all throughout these lands multiple times, picking and choosing specific individuals for various reasons. You just happened to be one of them that caught my eye,” the mare said. She was not one that particularly liked using titles and labels carelessly, but she figured this time offering hers might be necessary to make a point. “I am Empress Kashmir of the Heretics, surprising as that may be to most who know the history of Elysium.” She thought of all the naysayers who disapproved of this, but could only think of a select few thankfully. It was maybe two or three at the max up to that point. If someone else had had beef with Kashmir, they certainly had not shown it. “It seems that you needed a place to rest, and I might just be the one to offer it to you. It is an important thing to me to be here now. I care for strangers because they usually have no one to take care of them otherwise. Not only that, but perhaps some stars shine brighter than others, even after they leave the sky.” The first part of what Kash was saying was laid out plainly for the blue stallion; she was there to help those in the Claiming Grounds who needed it. The striped woman was not one to sit idly and do nothing. The last part of what she was saying he could interpret for himself, unburying her meaning as he would wish to.  

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Posted on Jun 11 2018, 8:15 PM.
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Cantripp

The Fallen Star
Moonlit eyes were bright in flirtatious amusement, though this was the only thing that could possibly reach his face as he watched her. Listening to her comments with complete and undivided attention. She held the air of importance. It didn't demmand attention, but it just seemed to call upon it. You didn't have to listen if you didn't want to but it was reccomended. Listening to the nickname he'd been assigned he snorted out a chuckle. This was usually the only sense of amusement he could express to avoid anything like smiles. The man flicked darkened ears and he blinked at the striped woman across from him. 

"Now Now Love. I'm pretty sure I've got the looks to rival the Most handsome of men with or without these little spikes." He was obviously teasing. He knew he had some kind of impressive look, but he would never lean solely on them. Teasing everyone about his handsome appearance was something he did often when the subject arose but he wasn't an egotistical ass. With an amused hum, the man watched as she mulled over her thoughts with interest. Curious as to what could have gotten her so lost with the thought of whatever he'd said.

He, unlike the woman across from him, had been addressed by many names. The baby was one of them, though it was rarer. Being in any kind of relationship had been rare and fleeting. Simple flings here and there. Nothing to dwell over. But either way, it had given him simple nicknames. Casanova. Heart Breaker. Gorgeous. They weren't meant in any endearing ways, rather they were simple ways to joke with him even if teasing never got a real smile. He was a hard one to crack in that sense. A smile was foreign to him. Though he'd often do so on his own, without the prying eyes of others.

 "Love, I Applaud you for being away of the dangers at hand and hoof, but have you ever heard of Stranger Danger? Please tell me you know of that much?"
He feigned a cough to hide the smirk over thinking about the old Colt's sayings. Tilting his head at the head in amusement as she returned his interest. Eyes flashing in enjoyment. Pinning his ears at the next comment that came from her. Royalty. How peculiar. He wouldn't treat her any different knowing this though. Just because she had high standing didn't mean she would be treated any different by something like a bear. Food was food. No more no less.

"Empress? Well, Well, I didn't expect that Love. Though I must say it is a pleasure to meet a fine woman like yourself. Everyone calls me Cantripp. But You can address me as however you please. A name is just that. People change them all the time." He blinked again and strut softly to the water to dip his head to drink again. He showed his attention to her by keeping his ears directed her way, looking at her through the reflection of the water, dipping his horns into the water to fling them back. Sending the water spraying over his body. Trying to cool his heated self.

Her invitation made him look at her in confused surprise. That she'd go ahead and welcome him into her home like a friend. As if she'd known him for years. The man snorted in curious surprise and turned his body, facing her. "An invitation? It would be an honor to accept such. Coming from the top dog herself. I'll gladly accompany you back into your homelands. I'm pleased that you'll have me." What she said next made him feel welcomed. Cared for. No, he didn't know her but she was definately someone he'd come to appreciate standing next to him. Yes. He knew that he was indeed a fallen start. But that she'd address him as poetically as she did was something he definately found himself liking.


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Posted on Jun 14 2018, 3:16 AM. (Edited: Jun 14 2018, 3:17 AM by Kashmir.)
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The first response that Kashmir received made her roll her eyes in an exaggerated manner, and her tone was playfully amused; she just could not help that fact no matter how hard she tried. A scoff or two may or may not have been thrown in there too for added effect. This dude thought that he really was hot stuff, did he? He thought he could just prance into the land and ladies would fawn over him? And he thought that his spikes were not necessary to his aesthetics too? Well the striped mare would be the Supreme Court judge of that in this particular case. Others could say what they wanted to, and say what they willed elsewhere, but only she was the final word there. Kash was the judge, jury, and if need be, executioner of his so called handsome man looks, if he really did have any that is. That was still being determined. Kashmir was still making her own estimations about her male Friesian counterpart.

“We are quite the humble one I see here, no? Slow down man, you may hurt yourself looking in the water at your own reflection. It seems like I did not have to be wary of them after all, it is you who should be. They say that looks can kill you know, and so can spikes.” This brought forth a small amused noise from Kashmir at her own joke after she finished talking. Nothing but jest was meant in her words, and hopefully it came off in that way too. She at least got a small chuckle out of him just before that; that had to count for something probably. The stallion did have a slight stoic feeling emanating off of him, but that was nothing she could not eventually cure she figured. That was just a guess, but she was a persistent lass when she truly wanted to be. Just ask anyone who knew the mare well enough for more than a few minutes long.

When the man spoke about stranger danger, Kashmir’s right eyebrow lifted in an inquisitive way, and her lips pursed together a bit. She suspected that he had not been in the lands long, and thus did not know where she called home as of late. How could he have known anyways? They had never laid eyes upon one another before that specific encounter. He was still a new face in a sea of those already well acquainted with the others around them. So he probably would not have the foggiest idea about where she lived, why she lived there, or how she lived. It was unrealistic to think otherwise. She was not only a Heretic now, but the figurehead of Heretics everywhere in Elysium. That was quite an unsettling thought to think about, considering who their Firstborn claimed to be. But it answered his question about strangers fair enough.

“Of course I have heard of stranger danger, baby. It is like one of the first lessons in the horse handbook of life. Never trust a horse that you do not know. Stay close to the herd, and never stray far from home. It is safer in a bunch than all by yourself. Yada. Yada. Yada. I know, been there and done that a thousand times,” Kashmir said with a coy smile. Her behavior was a little flippant about stuff like that currently, but they were words to live by if someone wanted to live a long time. It was kind of like a general rule of thumb for herbivores worldwide. “These days I feel like my herd is where the words stranger danger originated from though. They are not your everyday, average bunch of individuals. It is a good thing in a sense, but also an…interesting thing as well.” If only he knew, he would know what she was talking about. But sometimes the best things are left unsaid until the right moments. Perhaps one day he would understand exactly what she was talking about on this occasion, but that was a maybe, and not a guaranteed thing.

“Cantripp it is then,” Kashmir said as a response to the man introducing himself. “But I will probably always know you as baby first, then that in my personal books.” There was a sense of duty and obligation to him in the mare’s tone, but still there were hints of amusement there too. He was a funny one, was Cantripp, as much as he tried to hide it from her. The pair of Friesians seemed like they would be in for an intriguing ride, though it had only begun obviously. Kashmir had been lucky to meet different characters and temperaments on her journey, and she was not lying when she said he had caught her eye.  

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