Liridon



|PRIVATE| you and i, we're pioneers, we make our own rules {oliver}

#1
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

Freedom. It was a simple word. It wasn't long and extravagant, though it also wasn't small and insignificant. There were so many other words so much larger than it, but in the opinion of the spirited young femme, it was perhaps the sweetest. Romance, passion, lust, any color of that little four-letter word was perhaps the first thing that might come to the minds of most when they were thinking of a word that was "sweet". But love was something that often inhibited freedom. Typically by choice, those who succumbed to the devilish little cherub's well-aimed arrow chose to leave it behind, place it upon a metaphorical shelf with the rest of their favorite memories. There was something about settling down to raise a family that just seemed... complacent. Oh, sure, she'd seen how a new mother glows, and her mother had always gone on and on about how rewarding it was to bring life into this world and watch it grow, blossom into something that no words could describe. Or so Fable's mother had said.

The idea was great for those who only ever wanted to know what it was like to feel the touch of another, to fall asleep beside the one who'd stolen the breath from one's lungs only to wake in the morning with a gentle smile as their dearly beloved gently nudged them into a new day. They'd watch their children laugh and play as they pranced about without so much as a single care in the whole world, completely and totally safe from the burdens of the world they could only escape while they were too young to be bothered with more than what imaginary game should be mused next. And yet, that was not the life that she wanted. Not now, not when she'd really only just begun to live for herself. Even when she'd been a filly, she'd dreamt of what the world was like beyond the one she'd been born in. She hardly missed being a child, unburdened by dangers or crucial decisions. Yes, there was freedom in naivety, freedom in knowing that she need only worry about her next meal and nap, or which of her friends would be able to come out and play that afternoon for hours upon hours until their mothers beckoned them home. But, right there, was exactly why the spirited young woman didn't miss being the little filly mother and father always gave a curfew to. Now, what she had as a femme having only just blossomed into womanhood was something oh, so much sweeter.

Pure, unbridled freedom. That was her "L" word.

Brilliant baby blues glitter eagerly as the uniquely colored femme soars just below white tufts of cumulus and above the rolling sea-green waves far below her. The ocean was nothing new to Fable, the pegasus having taken advantage of her nomadic lifestyle by going wherever it was the zephyrs would dare to take her. However, the land that it crashed against, this was a brand new world that she'd never before seen. Even from here, she could tell that the trees and the hills held secrets, mysteries that were just dying to be discovered. And, if there was one creature determined to see it all, it was Fable, the wildflower daughter of the gentle Antabellum and kind-hearted Rounan. Folding raven-feathered wings in towards her lithe frame and keeping slender yet strong limbs pulled upwards, the femme descends quickly. How she reveled the wind as it raced past her, pulling playfully at chocolate and caramel tresses, whistled through each and every sabled feather on her wings! A wild whinny erupts from her as she is falling from the sky in every sense of wild and free that could ever be, spirited heart drumming to its own rhythm within her, the very image of an untamed soul.

Then, suddenly, large and powerful wings snap open mere feet above waves crowned in frothing white foam as they rise up from the depths in a bewildering display of Mother Nature's sheer power. Ever the bold and brazen woman, she dares to lower herself so that pale obsidians brush against the blue-green saltwater, an impish smile dancing upon her lips as she glides towards the sandy shoreline. And, just like that, her wild display is over as she touches down upon sun-bleached grains soaked by the sea, hardly bothered by the water that collides weakly against her fetlocks. Really? How necessary was any of that?, echoed the ever-familiar voice of her frienn companion who'd been clutching fiercely to Fable's mane during the entire roller-coaster ride she'd been subjected to. Lilted laughter falls from Fable then, a gentle toss of her two-toned mane the equivalent of a woman halfheartedly attempting to tame windblown locks. You should know me by now, Treska. I just... got caught up in the moment, that's all, she replied to the less than happy dragon, Treska leaping off the femme's slender back. Treska leaping off the femme's slender back and gives a brief full-bodied shake of brindled fur not too unlike Fable's own skin. Well, next time you 'get caught up in the moment', make sure you do so without me on your back, Treska replies sharply, though there was truly no malice behind the voice only the spirited woman could hear.

All Fable can do without ruffling the freinn's fur more is roll her eyes teasing, deciding instead to have a look at where they'd arrived. Nostrils quiver as they drink in the salty air while she folds her wings neatly against her sides. She wonders then if this was the place the old mare back on the island far from here had spoken of. It certainly didn't seem "teeming with all sorts of life" as she'd been told... although, perhaps that was simply because the sun hadn't even full risen on the eastern horizon. She turns icy blues to the halo of liquid gold crowning the jagged peaks in the distance, a part of her almost willing it up into the sky faster if such a thing were possible of a mortal. She was curious to see this new world was like under the full glory of the sun, if it would truly be as wondrous and unlike anything else she'd ever known before. Or, had the old mare only been telling some tall tale like the elders back in her homelands so often did to the young colts and fillies? Gods willing, it wasn't the latter... But, only time would tell.

She waits, nearly holding her breath, hoping for something, anything to happen.



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .

#2
- 28 years
Played by Collie


Olivier; the sun

 Olivier is not designed to be alone; that should be obvious to anyone that spends time with him. He thrives off company - especially pretty company, company like him, with beautiful feathered wings and their hearts in the sky. So the absence of his sister, and the newly acquainted Aislinn, comes as a blow to him. He sulked at first, like a child kicking stones he wandered along the beach with his eyes glued to the sky, to the horizon, hoping to see his golden sister flying towards him, or the small spunky rainbow lady he had first met when he arrived. But neither of them appeared, and after a few weeks Olivier accepted that he was alone.

He tried a few times to meet other people, but those ventures were also fruitless.

It is a sad sight, a social extrovert with no one to fill his time. Maybe that is why he feels his heart leap when he see's her, maybe that is why he is captivated by the way she soars; then spirals, the way she navigated each updraft of warm air and used it to her advantage, dodging and weaving through the clouds like she was a wisp of wind herself and not a solid being. Olivier, who had been laying on the grass atop a cliff overlooking the beach, pulls himself to his legs, and lifts his head upwards to watch her better. She plunges from the sky and at first he thinks she is falling, but her wings spread at the very last second and she drags a teasing hoof long the ocean's surface, as if tormenting the ground - it does not control her because she is one of the sky. Magnificent. 

She lands on the beach, and Olivier cannot keep himself still much longer; he had wanted to join her in the sky, but this seemed a much more polite way to meet someone. He launches himself from the cliff and glides towards her; bright like the sun and his smile. "I saw that," he said, as soon as he was close enough to be heard, "Your flying just then was phenomenal. Like a dance," Olivier lands, not too close, and brings his lavender eyes to meet her blue ones. "I had to come over and tell you."

@Fable
#3
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

It happened often to the winged woman, getting lost in the moment. When a heart as wild as hers had nothing to lose and everything to gain from flying through unknown or following an unfamiliar river around the next bend simply for the curiosity to see where it might go, what wonders might be waiting for her to find them, how could she not allow for herself to be swept away by the winds who so often promised her another adventure if she would only allow for their unseen currents to carry her somewhere she’d never been before? There was so little that could ever hope to compare to the freedoms that accompanied the nomadic lifestyle. There was no fruit quite as sweet on her tongue, no rose as breathtaking and beautiful as the endless horizon which called her untamed spirit. Her past life in Everyn had hardly been so grand, though this was likely because of how young she had been, considered too naïve to be on her own and venture out into the unknown without a guardian or companion. She’d lost count of the instances where she’d been told she could not go somewhere, that she needed one of her parents with her in order to see what may have captivated her then. How very frustrating it had been for the brindled femme, who only wished to chase the clouds and dance among the stars! So, really, it should come as no surprise to any who would learn of her still-young age that Fable had embraced the granted freedoms of womanhood the moment she’d crossed the threshold from filly-hood to mare-hood.

Even upon the sands soaked in saltwater, the sun still having not fully risen to the east, the winged woman finds it hard not to dance with the tide, her bright baby blues now watching in wonderment as the white-crowned waves thunder forth only to fall back into the open ocean. Just as she loved the heavens for its endlessness, she also loved the earth for its beauty and its secrets. Treska sits further up the sandy shoreline, wishing to be as far from the ocean’s embrace as possible, the tawny-colored freinn content to groom the silken fur upon her chest, elongated ears swiveling about atop her fox-like head, unconcerned with the face that her equine company grows more restless. She wanted to do more than stand here upon soaked grains, waiting for the world to fully awaken so that she might see what beings wandered and resided here. Would they be as exotic as the world she’d recently left behind, where the natives wore brightly colored feathers despite carrying no wings of their own upon slender shoulders? Or, would they be something unlike any race she has ever seen? Perhaps they would be the dragon-horses that she’d only ever heard stories of as a filly, their hide traded for gleaming scales, slitted gazes, and sharpened teeth hardly intended for vegetation? Did such a race even truly exist? After the bird-horses she’d met on her journey to this new world, she supposed that anything was possible. And that was the beauty of her freedom! She could explore the world, see for herself what was only fairy-tale and what wasn’t.

Oh, how she does not regret trading the familiar faces of her family for this unimaginable freedom!

She is hardly left there for long on the beach fetlocks-deep in the weakened tides before twin harks catch the faintest sound of wingbeats approaching. She swings her refined head from the ocean, glittering gaze greeted by the sight of another pegasus. It was as though the gods had heard her yearnings and answered! He glides from his place atop a nearby cliff, the early morning light touching upon a handsome hide of rich dappled gold splashed in ivory, accented wonderfully by large, feathered wings matching his powerful physique. Thick, creamy tendrils stream out behind him as though they were magnificent flags, tousled in the salty breeze that reigned supreme over this seaside realm. And that smile! It was as bright and warm as his golden skin so much like the rising sun crowning those distant peaks that the brindled woman could hardly keep a radiant smile from dancing upon her own kissers. Tenor tones are welcomed by perked harks amidst her own tresses of milk chocolate and caramel as the winged stallion lands before her, though keeping a respectful distance. He carries on for but another moment, his compliment such a kind one. Tucking one slender leg beneath her and flaring raven-feathered wings slightly, the femme bows as any flattered dancer would at the end of their routine. Lilted laughter trickles from her lips then as she resumes a standing position, baby blues sparkling.”Why, thank you very much, kind sir”, she says sweetly.”My name is Fable, and this is my companion, Treska. We are new here”



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .


                                                                                                                                                                         @Olivier
#4
- 28 years
Played by Collie


Olivier; the sun

 She responds to him well, soft musical laughter leaves her darkened lips, sweet in his ears and Olivier finds himself grinning even wider than before. Fable,"Pleasure to met you both," he starts with his eyes on her; unwilling to leave, before moving them towards her companion. He has to admit, Treska is pretty cool - he's not exactly sure what she is, but for a fleeting moment he wished he had a friend to soar in the skies with. Maybe this pretty lady would indulge him long enough for him to coax her back into the air. They could soar together.
 
"Well then, let me be the first to welcome you to ...here! Where ever here is! " He lets out a sheepish little laugh and turns back towards Fable then, shuffles his great wings over golden shoulders.  "I'm new here too...not as new as you, obviously. " Jesus, Oli, just stop now. Where was that smooth charm that you spurted so effortlessly sometimes. Go a few weeks without talking to anyone and you turn into a mindless idiot.

As opposed to normally, when you're just an idiot.

"My name is Olivier, " there, that's better, he even throws in a small wink in Fable's direction, just for good measure, then pauses for a moment. Just a second of thoughtful silence. "I'd love to fly with you," it is an odd statement, but followed effortlessly with: "the two of us would look great up there." And there's the charm that Olivier was good at spewing.
 

@Fable
#5
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

There weren’t many in the world outside of Everyn who knew much about the winged woman, considering she would hardly linger in one place for very long. Like a leaf on the breeze, she was entirely capable of appearing in one place at sunrise only to be completely vanished and miles away long before that burning star would reach its highest point in the afternoon sky. It wasn’t that she would be disinterested in the places she’d discover, though. On the contrary, there has yet to be a world she has not been enamored with! Each new mountain peak or deep valley was rich with its own unique beauty and mysteries, and every one of them was a constant reminder to Fable why it was that she so cherished the freedom her wings gave her. What would take land-bound souls weeks or perhaps even months to trek would only take her a fraction of that time. For her, there was almost no world that she could not venture to. And oh, the sights that those bright and glittering baby blues have seen! She very nearly had no words to truly do justice to the wonders that she’d witnessed, the exotic flora and fauna that she has seen. It is almost a wonder in and of itself why Fable preferred the native creatures of her birthlands when it came to shape-shifting rather than the brightly colored birds or strange giants she has watched lumber across golden plains just about as vast as the sky she soared. Not even she fully understands it – but she also doesn’t try to.

In the end, it was only because of her fleeting presence in one given place that might allow for those who’ve only managed to speak with her briefly to call the wild-hearted pegasus mysterious – and more negatively perhaps, secretive. Truthfully, she had little to hide about herself or try and keep from the eyes and ears of others. If not for her wandering ways, it would likely become known that she was a shifter of form as well as a telepath. Neither of these things were something she sought to hide from the world intentionally, it was merely a byproduct of the gypsy lifestyle she’s led ever since bidding her family and Everyn farewell for the first and final time. There was nothing for her there anymore, though she did find herself missing the companionship of her younger sister at times. As natural as it was for those ever so slight feelings of wondering how her family was fairing, there was not even the softest of whispers upon the winds calling her home. How could she, when she has yet to see the world in its entirety? It was adventure that she had wanted as a filly, and after having become a woman, she has finally managed to seize the freedoms that growing from a youth had promised her. The sky was her sea, her heart the broken compass leading her to anywhere, and her wings the only sails she would ever need to travel as far as they would dare to carry her. And how excited she was that they’d all brought her here

Wherever here was. All she knows is that she has not been here before, and that was enough for her.

She can hardly keep herself from admiring how the man of radiant summer gold smiles ever wider as she very nearly curtsies to him as thanks for his kind words on her performance. His tenor tones greet her, unusual yet kind pale lavender eyes resting upon hers of baby blue before looking to Treska further up the shore, sitting contentedly upon a rock erupting from the sand, long and tufted tail curling over dainty paws, a single brindled ear twitching as she eyes the winged stallion. Well, isn’t he just a ray of sunshine, she says to Fable then, clearly still displeased with the wild-hearted woman’s antics earlier. Fable has to refrain from rolling her eyes at the sassy and often silver-tongued freinn then, but her attention is brought back to the man before her, his words reaching perked twin harks amongst her windswept tresses brushing gently against the skin of her elegantly arched nape. Lilted laughter trickles from her lips once more, finding his sheepish chuckle and shuffling of large golden wings very much sweet and endearing. While she was more than capable of looking into whatever thoughts danced within his mind, she certainly didn’t need to bother with such things. She could very much feel that the stallion she stood with was a good soul, even charming despite whatever he might think of himself.”Well, I’m glad that I am not the only one, then”, she replies sweetly to the sun-born stallion before her.

A fleeting pause lingers between the two before, at last, he offers the brindled woman his name accompanied with a wink. Her bright smile grows in silent reply, though her baby blues glitter with delight.”Oliver. A handsome name for a handsome fellow”, she remarks then, that bright smile becoming impish in nature. How luck would have it that she would find someone perhaps just as spirited as herself on this new day in a new world! The golden pegasus grows somewhat thoughtful now, and she is very nearly tempted to explore the man, but he doesn’t leave her waiting long. His words may as well have been the secret to life in that moment, Fable suddenly feeling her heart beat faster in thrill and excitement at this thought of his. Oh, he certainly was quite the charming beast, wasn’t he? It was as though he knew her not-so-secret passion in life. She utters a soft “hmmm”, feigning possible interest when she absolutely was. Slender dancer’s legs carry her closer to Oliver as she begins to circle him, partly pretending to study him as if to assess if his statement might hold some truth… and partly enjoying the sight of him.”I suppose you’re right. You and I would be quite the sight, wouldn’t we?”, she agrees in playful and impish contemplation.”The real question, though, is could you keep up with me?”, she teases gently in lilted words as smooth and sweet as silk and honey while glittering baby blues watch those of pale lavender.

Wings unfurl slightly from her sides then, brushing against his of gold boldly. Well, could he? 



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .





@Olivier