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 Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 6:24 pm
 Another day on the plains had turned to dusk, and the solara mare was staring blankly at the sky. Visenya had spent the day drifting on thermals and daydreaming. This was mostly because the day had started with another dream about Mother.
Mother had died when she was still young. She'd buried mother as best she could in a ditch, being too weak to dig a grave, and covered her with evergreen branches. Mother used to shout a lot, and snarl empty threats at the sky and at rocks and trees. She'd talked about reckoning and fire. She'd never stopped to explain, though, what any of it meant. To this day, Visenya still didn't know. She had precious few memories of the moments when Mother had responded to her in a way that wasn't all snarly. She'd told Visenya that she was named after a warrior ancestress. The young solara rather liked the sound of that; it made her feel good about her need to stretch her wings and attack things. Animals sometimes, plants more often. Life was lonely out here. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen another star.
Now Visenya was on the ground, staring at the sky, her wings folded up tight. There was a sound from somewhere behind her; she turned her head around to stare in that direction. "I know you're there," she whispered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 4:44 pm
 Like any other day, Torrhen wasn't sure where he was going. Or what he hoped to accomplish by aimlessly traveling around. There was nothing left for him where he had come from. And nothing for him where he was going. At least to his mind. His world had been crushed when his charge had died. That was why he had been born. The one task he had been saddled with his whole life. And he had let the other stallion die. His friend. His honorary brother. Comrade. And once that happened, there was no going back. No picking a new charge to watch over. The whole bond of the custom was to grow up with your partner to strengthen the bond between you. You two were treated as siblings, as close as twins. 'Specially now, with his other gone, it felt like losing a part of him that had always been there. Like losing a leg or an eye. Only he wasn't sure if he could adjust to the strangeness of it.
What else was he supposed to do? Fighting was all he knew. He guessed he could find a new herd and join their herd. Though it wouldn't be the same. Their customs would be different. And someone might recognize him. He couldn't risk being recognized and having to tell the truth of why he was so far away, all alone. So instead, he choose to wander he world, usually as the wolf. For the past few hours, however, he had been the Starborn. The scent of the little animals running around in the distance was driving him crazy. Than the scent of another drew his desire to stay as the equine more. Normally he choose to stay away when he smelled something familiar to his own scent. Afraid it might be someone who knew him. This one didn't strike him as coming from his homeland. It was different.
Stepping closer, Torrhen growled softly under his breath. Out of instinct. Not because she had heard him. As if he cared if anyone heard him nowadays. If he didn't want to be seen, he would have slipped into the shadows miles away.
"I have little reason to hide. Even if you wish me harm."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 4:48 pm
The star behind her was a stallion, then. She stood around to stare at the stallion, head tilted to one side. Her pale hair dangled down her shoulders and past the silken sash her mother had always insisted she wear. The stallion was a dark, shaggy creature, handsome in his entirety. He was clearly a fighter, and his golden eyes were captivating. Visenya did not smile at him, though she found herself wanting to. She didn't know why. It just seemed out of place. He was a wild creature--well, so was she. Strong and hostile. She could fly away if she had to. The sharp scale on the end of her tail might be good for distraction, but she didn't dare use it to fight.
Tell the truth, Visenya didn't know how to fight. "I do not wish you harm," she said. "Though I wonder why, if you claim you have no reason to hide, you did so anyway. Or were you planning already to introduce yourself to me, wolf lord?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 6:23 pm
Wolf lord. Torrhen snorted. He could barely remember a time he was called lord. Back when his ward was still alive and he had lived in his homeland. He was the son of a Lord, it was true. But his brother was the heir. Torrhen had never felt like a Lord. Even though he had been trained for it just as much as his brother was. In case he made a good marriage to a Lady of another herd. Or if something happened to Artos than Torrhen would take over. It was never something he had personally wanted. He didn't want the recognition or the wealth. And any mare was fine, no matter her birth. He was glad of this to put his family behind him. All the training for rises in power and getting good marriages. There were more interesting things than that. The world didn't revolve around nobility and their scheming to get to the top.
"With my coat, I hide whether I want to or not," he answered, moving further into the rising moonlight. His yellow wolf's eyes turned up at the sky, admiring the brilliant colors before the darkness would take over. "Getting a bit late to be wandering around."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:39 am
The way he held himself and the way he growled was wild. But despite her own [unknowing] noble heritage, she never thought of lords as nobility. To her, a lord was one in charge, or one to whom you wished to show respect. Visenya was not a fighter like her ancestress, nor her mother. She was just a slim little girl who didn't understand anything about the world and found herself gazing in dull surprise as the world reacted to her presence. The world of nobles and kings, of duty and marriages of alliance were beyond her limited understanding. All she knew was that she came from a long line of pale-haired red dragons, and this wolf could easily rip her to pieces if he so chose.
Yes, respect was the only way to address him. "So it was an accident," she murmured. "That is not unheard of. There are many stars who try to hide; and then again, there are many stars that make no such attempt at all. I am Visenya. I...can't remember who my family was, but I think they had a name, too. And I wander at twilight same as I wander at day. What do I need to be afraid of?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 6:22 pm
Indeed. It certainly didn't seem like she was afraid of him. Some would be, not that even he thought they needed to be. Unless provoked, Torrhen wouldn't hurt anyone. He just wanted to be a lone wolf. Starks were taught honor and to take action themselves. What you could do yourself you didn't gets others to do for you. Especially if it involves executions. If you dealt the card, you wielded the sword. He had put that to use a few times in his life, when he had wounded another so badly they would surely die. One of those times you were glad to be a wolf alcor. Absently, Torrhen flicked his black tail, the wolf tail fidgeting slightly in the movement as if it were alive. "I have no need to hide," he answered, watching her casually, not telling her the full truth. Why would he, when he didn't know her? He didn't even tell his family everything. The whole truth was he had no fear to hide from anything besides his family. Or anyone else who knew him before. Would connect him with the death. Blame him for it like he blamed himself all the time. It was bad enough dealing with himself. He couldn't bare others joining in. His ears twitched at the mention of her name. Now was the point in the conversation where he gave his. Or at least part of it. "You may call me Shaggy. As for what there is to be afraid of, that is debatable. I, for one, am on your side. The world is not so scary as some make it out to be."
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