Reflections // open

[Bandit]

I had finally returned to the Lake, if anything the crystal, cool water was a draw in itself. After the fog had turned to flame and wrapped itself around me in a painful embrace the still cold waters of somewhere I could feel relatively safe to lay myself and find reprieve from the burns that had raged over my body. I was laying in the lake itself, as much of my body submerged as possible, in an attempt to soothe the throbbing pain that tortured my raw flesh. Even with as little exposed to the overly warm rays of the sun, it still felt as if I were being cooked from all directions. A deep sigh left my lungs as I closed my eyes, trying to simply let my mind find a small degree of comfort in the water.

I planned to go to war as soon as I could be sure the pain from my wounds would drive me to battle harder instead of hinder me. It felt as if the burns that had crept along my body continued to expand for the days following the fire and they were only beginning to feel as if they were stabilizing to a degree. I had been focusing on other tasks since Persephone had been stolen by the worthless Kunna, in an attempt to build up my herd so when I returned my queen and our son to my side I would be in a better position than when she had been taken. I knew I hadn’t needed to worry about either of their wellbeing, as Persephone was more than able to handle herself and our son against the insignificant cur that held them captive.

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OOC: open for any and all
thrace // stallion // 9yo // grey sabino (blue roan base) // warlord x ambrosia
black crescent moon rising over a corinthian helmet on shoulder
burned from summer S&D

[Whipster]

infect me with you

Brooklyn balances composure and a smile on one fingertip, looking on curiously to a man whom she has never seen before. This place was not her homestead before this, she was no longer famous or wanted. And he is handsome, surely, wounded from an attack of some sort, to where he seeks comfort in the cool waters of the Lake. She can imagine the relief, how blissful it would feel for those few seconds — she partly envied him. If only she could be released from the mental wounds, the warhound that haunted her, atop the terrible nightmares.

She quickly shook those thoughts free from her head. A smile pressed tight to her lips, moving from the shadowy cover and alight in the summer sun. Her cool green gaze shifted and focused on the man, more certainly his wounds, sending a salutations to him in a nicker. No fear traced the girls cheekbones, masking her gentle face with indifference to the world. Brooklyn did not even pass the idea in whom she was to he trifling with. But neither did he, right? She lets her silvery tresses bounce over her shoulders, doing the one thing she is good at, lying. She was an infected kind of beautiful, cursed and damned, a pawn to the wrathful Hades. She halts by the edge of the Lake, tiny feet sinking in the sand. Mentally, she shudders. The blood, this man, they are exciting.

"Hello," she murmured with a flutter of her thick lashes, raising her red stained crown, keeping good posture. "Names Brooklyn Davis." Not that he cares. And she waited, for a sound.



Bandit _____ for brooklyn (3, gray red dun base, 15.0 HH, green eyes) & thrace/open

[Bandit]

My head rested in the cattails that were thick along the shores of the lake, and even though my eyes remained closed I was aware of what was happening around me, my ears slowly turning to focus on the world I was vainly trying to shut out. For some time I was just surrounded by the soft sounds of the lake water slowly lapping at the shore. My breathing remained slow and steady, at least until the muffled sound of hoof against the wet shore. Someone was approaching me and my lips curled back in a slight snarl to expose my pearly white teeth. I could feel eyes on me and I allowed my expression to become stoic once more. For the moment I kept my eyes closed, more just waiting to see what this intruder intended to do.

As the soft feminine nicker filled the air, I huffed out a harsh breath of air and surged up to my feet. Turning to face the girl who had wandered over to greet me, I allowed my iris blue eyes to roam over her form. I did not recognize her, but at the same time I could not say I knew every soul Kladdan had brought to the lake. For all I knew this fae was just one of the pretty little things he had collected to gather dust on his shelves. I slowly placed my false smile upon my lips, regaining the façade of my mask that I had spent many years working to perfect.

“Greetings Brooklyn,” I answered her greeting after a brief moment allowing her to wait in relative silence. I wanted to know why she had approached me, why she bothered to stop and disturb me instead of just walking on. Was she looking for a friend? Someone to dote on and care for? Or did she simply feel sorry for him? I slowly stepped forward, carefully moving to the shore and alongside of little Miss Davis, never once letting my eyes stray from her. “So Brooklyn,” I practically purred her name, it rolling over my tongue like the smoothest silk, “tell me about yourself. Are you one of Kladdan’s little treasures, or did you have another reason for wandering to the lake on this blistering summer day?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I continued to inspect her, just waiting for her reply.

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OOC: Whipster and open
thrace // stallion // 9yo // grey sabino (blue roan base) // warlord x ambrosia
black crescent moon rising over a corinthian helmet on shoulder
burned from summer S&D

[Whipster]

infect me with you

She pondered the thought of just standing there to stare at him, but his peace was disturbed with her presence and he moves to acknowledge her. Brooklyn doesn't feel bad for him, for his wounded bodice or that she has broken up of his solitude. The girl is far too curious, of where he's come from, why he is here... Her ears twitched, head cocked, listening attentively as the unnamed stallion spoke and scrunching her face as he addressed her: Miss Brooklyn. In a seconds notice, a smile spreads over her teeth and reveals them in the summer sun. She shook her head at him, disappointed at his assumption. She heard about said Kladdan of the Lake, and what he stood for, and he was nothing. The likes of him would never tame her, so she wandered and dared take the chance.

"You're mistaken," she commented, swaying her head sideways to brush strands of her forelock from her face. "I am no pawn of Kladdan." Brooklyn lifted up her chin, watching the stallion, watching the way in which his eyes stayed glued to her, even with a hundred miles of freedom at his fingertips. He was staring at her. What of this, then? Her first private show? Was he anything like the boys back home? No. This stallion did not seem as all the rest — he was aged in the face, and confidence rolled off of his shoulders like that of a King. Brooklyn had to wonder now what it would be like to court a king or his militias right hand men. Oh, the sin she longed for. "Oh, simply out for my morning jog. Stumbled across you and... Just couldn't help myself," she chuckled then, stepping away, closer to the pool.

Her lashes fluttered, brushing up against her cheekbone. A breeze made her auburn and silver locks bounce against her shoulders, which tickled toward Thrace's skin as she moved past him, green gaze searching the surrounding area. "And you, I don't assume you live here, either." Brooklyn liked to be obvious. "So, why would you be seeking solitude here? Haven't you seen Paradise?"



Bandit _____ for brooklyn (3, gray red dun base, 15.0 HH, green eyes) & thrace/open _____ IDK i might like these two c:

[Bandit]

I watched her, as her emotions flashed over her face at my words. It was strange to think that I was getting better at actually reading emotions on others and in turn I felt I was better at pretending to have my own. I felt this should serve me well in all honesty. Not all mortals understood my lack of feeling so being able to act as if I were one of them would make it easier in my mind to draw them in; to relate to them, even if superficially.

Tilting my head as she replied to me, I smiled once more at her words. So she wasn’t one of Kladdan’s, that meant it wouldn’t be against the supposed rules to try and bring her home with me. Add to my ranks. “Couldn’t help yourself huh?” I asked with a soft chuff of a laugh. “Was I just that tempting?” Slowly stepping forward, letting the raw, injured skin of my body move and stretch some as I began to move slowly out of the water, and angled my path to walk around her, I continued to keep my eyes gliding over her fiery, greying pelt. She could easily be considered a beauty by most, a mixture of power and grace.

My eyes roamed back to her face with her fluttering lashes, an action I vaguely recognized as flirtatious. A crooked smile tugged at my lips; yes she was attempting to flirt with me I believed. How quaint. If only she knew that was not what I was looking for, what I truly desired. “No, not any more. I am Thrace, the new king and old heir of Foggy Hills to the north.” I smiled, an almost genuine smile. Prideful of finally accomplishing what I had been striving to do since the day I was born, the moment my dam had filled my mind with the great things I was supposed to achieve and finally I had been able to take a giant leap in the right direction.

“I once lived here, so I know these lands well, knew I would find what I needed for the time being.” In truth, I had come mainly to find my daughter and return her to our new home, plus if I could find the hot blooded mahogany man that had ruled here I would bid him a farewell. Kladdan was one of the few mortals I could find some use out of his company. His wit and ambition had been amusing, and useful in ways. Even though I would never outwardly admit such a thing, I had learned much from him. And even though I was now King and in my rightful station, I had planned to live up to my word, my end of the original deal that we had struck years ago. I wanted Kladdan’s alliance, to have our two kingdoms to be forces to reckon with.

Yet, instead all I had found were the cooling waters to soothe my burns, and this little spitfire. “Paradise hmm?” I almost crooned, turning my head toward her “perhaps it is you who can show me your Paradise.” I smiled my charade of a grin and tilted my head ever so slightly. Maybe I was flirting, just a little, just to try and see just what she meant, what her version of Paradise actually was, for I doubted many truly shared what my idea was.

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OOC: Whipster so this sucks but at least its here
thrace // stallion // 9yo // grey sabino (blue roan base) // warlord x ambrosia
black crescent moon rising over a corinthian helmet on shoulder
burned from summer S&D

[Whipster]

Bandit, are you still down to continue this? i'd love to have her join him, perhaps, and plot with him/persephone?