Liridon



Snowfall and Light Squalls ||Fable

#1
- 29
Played by Hermes
The antlered man makes his way through the snow. Yes, that is right. Real, actual snow. He feels as giddy as a young colt is when seeing the white powder for the first time. Lifting his legs high, head bowed, smile firmly planted on his lips, Kadir prances along. It has been so long since the blue furred man has seen the spectacle of the falling white flakes. He had been a colt when he first saw it, not yet old enough to have grown into his antlers. It had been a wonder filled day and night, as the young boy had learned what the white substance falling from the sky truly was good for.

Now as they drift slowly to the ground, blanketing the landscape and damping all sounds, Kadir remembers his first snowfall. It had only snowed once the whole time Kadir was growing up. The white flakes had mesmerized and enthralled the young colt that had played outside for hours while the snow fell. He had pranced and flung body into the snow to roll in. It wasn’t until the sun had set and the cold had settled into his bones that the young colt had retreated to the safety of his home. He had become sick from his frolicking in the snow and had to rest by the fire for a week. By the time he was allowed outside again, the white wonder had melted and he was left pining for it the rest of his days there.

Now he is able to see it again, the phenomenon of his youth, now unfolding before his eyes.

The crunch of his hooves, his heavy breathes and the thrumming of his heart are the only companions as the stallion moves, making his way toward the object of his fascination. There is a lake, frozen over with a thick layer of ice that the man is moving toward. He had passed a town, in his travels, and they had told Kadir of a lake that had bioluminescent algae growing in it. They had told him that, during the winter season, when the lake froze over, the algae light up at night. The townspeople assured him it was winter at the lake and he had gone along his way.

Curiosity is a strange thing. When something truly peeks one’s interest it can gnaw at the back of one’s mind, enticing and enchanting them with crazy tales of things so fanciful… well it leaves them no choice but to chase these crazy imaginings. That is why he is trudging through the snow toward this mystical lake. Why he needs to see; he does not know. All he knows is that some part of him longs to see this display of lights. Kadir knows he should hurry, that the light behind clouds is shifting from day to dusk and that will quickly give way to night. But there is no hurrying when he is surrounded by snow.

Looking around at everything with great fascination, Kadir notes the deep snowbanks, some taller than him! Trees laden with the snowflakes that clump together and bend the branches. The flakes that gather upon his back, in his glowing fur and on his head and antlers does not bother Kadir. The cold kiss of the ice as it melts serves to energize and further drive home the fact that it is snowing.

Snowing! One minute he had been walking in a forest, a warm spring day until he hit the tunnel. Kadir had walked through a march of the seasons. From spring to summer that gave way to fallen leaves and finally to the cold embrace of winter. He had walked through it all, in awe of the magic of this place and smiled when he first caught sight of the blizzard. It had blown in, obscuring his vision and dumping the icy flakes down. When it had settled to a light snowfall, Kadir had pressed forward, exploring the winter scene with wonder.

Now, he pauses in his trek toward the lake. Looking around, hoping that no one is near, he flings himself sideways into a snow bank. With a snort of laughter, he flails on his side, kicking the powder everywhere and coating himself in the chilly substance. Great eruptions of laughter break the silence of the peaceful surroundings. Once he is thoroughly coated in snow, Kadir sits up. A huge smile splits his lips and lights his eyes with mirth. He feels like a colt again. While his antlers and horns prevent the stallion from flopping fully onto his back, he contents himself to throwing snow all over his body. Now he stands, fully covered in white, his blue fur softly glowing through the light covering of powder.

For a moment he just stands there, allowing the cold to seep into his body while he just enjoys the feeling of being young again and the excitement that the snow brings him. Then, with one great, mighty shake of his body, he sheds most of the blanket. Letting out a “Whoop!” Kadir proceeds to lift his legs high as he trots along a path that has been made by some unknown animals that came this way before him. The sun is setting and the algae will soon begin to light the lake.

What will he find?

"I speak" I think

x|x


@Fable
#2
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

Everything was draped in an icy blanket of glittering white from the woodland floor, to the underbrush which grew resiliently beneath the towering trees, and to those outstretched boughs overhead. Oh, beautifully breathtaking the highest of mountain peaks would be on such an evening! But, the raven-feathered woman is not there, standing in a world dwarfing all else in its vast shadows. Instead, she is standing there in a winter wonderland made of rustic pines, evergreens, and spruce. Bright baby blues trace over every curve in the mounds of snow that gather around the base of every tree, hiding beneath it the wild greens she knew were there. She is purely and utterly mystified at just how wildly the magic seized this place affectionately named by its native as Liridon was proving to be, so much so that it felt as though she had crossed some threshold and into a strange world universes away from the one she’d been born in. Yes, of course she knew that such an idea was silly, that she was still merely countless miles from her birthlands rather than galaxies, but that hardly took away the wonderment of this captivating kingdom. Though the brindled woman and her freinn companion have traveled eagerly within the borders of Liridon upon the very first day they’d arrived in the same fashion that she has the realms before this one, Fable found herself continuously drawn to the rippling and playful arms of the lake.

She has danced within the tides of the beach to the west, relaxed happily on the edges of meadow further inland, and ventured with boundless fascination the depths of the forest. It seemed that there was always something new and exciting around the next bend in the trails she discovered, some worn while others were overgrown with lack of being walked. And yet, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, though she he hardly tried to, it was always the lake which beckoned her back. Enamored with the winter wonderland she was surrounded by, the winged femme thinks she knows why it was that she is so infatuated with this particular place. It had only been perhaps a several days since Fable first found herself here upon the pebbled shore of the lake she knew to rest just north of where she was in this very moment, and it had been warm and lush and green on that evening. However, now, instead of standing in a world wrapped up within the warm embrace of what had surely been spring, perhaps even early summer at the latest, time seems to have fast-forwarded in a matter of a few fleeting metaphorical blinks of dark lashes over eyes like a clear summer sky as she finds herself encompassed by gently falling snow against a world covered in a stark white blanket.  Now, it went without saying that Fable loved each and every season, but winter was perhaps one of the most breathtaking and magical seasons – next to autumn, her absolute favorite season.

Yes, she has each season ranked from her absolute favorite to her favorite. There is no “least” in Fable’s eyes.

She wanted to know how it was that this sudden change in the weather could have happened, unable to stop herself from wondering of what deep magic there was within this kingdom to beckon such a spectacle as the winter scenery before her and if perhaps it happened to the other realms within Liridon as well. And yet, she knows that she will likely never know such secrets, though this does nothing to dampen her spirits in the least. Her breath is visible before her gaze, cold within her lungs and only exciting the wild-hearted femme further, even if she does stand alone in the sparkling snow. If only Treska didn’t mind her paws and fur getting wet so much! Dancer’s legs lift themselves high as she prances through the trees, reveling in the soft crunching accompanying each step she dared to take. There is little birdsong within the canopy overhead on this evening, though it was surely due to the day ending as the sun continues to sink further behind the distant peaks in the west. There is a smile dancing upon her lips as gentle snowfall dusts her back and raven-feathered wings, dampening tresses of cocoa and caramel so that the strands begin to cling to her elegant nape and refined face. She does nothing to free herself of the melting flakes, hardly bothered by their cold touch as she is once again swept up into the moment, entirely infatuated with this strange new world around her as she so often is with every new place she discovers.

Suddenly, against the quiet serenity, there is a note of laughter not belonging to the pegasus. It comes from further ahead, and it is more than enough to have twin harks pressed forward, nares quivering and heart thrumming faster ever so slightly within her chest. There was another in the woodlands with her! And, from the laughter, she can only imagine that it is another soul who loves the snow as she does. The brindled femme cannot contain her eagerness any longer, those slender limbs of hers striking out gracefully at a brisk trot. Bright baby blues see a trail of hoofprints appear as she makes her way around a towering bank covered in white, and when she bows her head to the snow, she can tell that these are fresh. Almost as though a wolf would stalk a stag through the trees, she slows her pace yet keeps her head lowered to ensure that she does not lose this promising trail. Fable doesn’t count the minutes that pass as she follows this unsuspecting stranger, but when she can hear his laughter grow louder, the winged woman knows that she is nearly upon him – whoever he was. She decides to abandon the trail that vanishes around yet another snowy hill, this time trekking up the incline, her previously blissful smile growing almost impish. She can only imagine the earful she would be getting from her frienn companion, but Treska wasn’t here, so it didn’t matter now did it?

Besides, it was all in good and harmless fun!

She reaches the top, and only then can the brindled woman see the man below, thoroughly covering himself in the icy powder while kicking it up all around him. And, how intriguing of a beast he was! Even beneath the covering of snow, she could see a strange, blue glow from his hide, though that was only one of several features about the stranger that captivated her. Atop his proud head, a set of antlers unlike any she’d seen on a stag before, paired with horns that weren’t too unlike a ram’s if not for the direction in which they grew. And his tail, it was somewhat like that of a unicorn’s, though she hasn’t seen many of them to know if each unicorn’s tail was different or not… In all her travels, the winged femme has seen many creatures, but this man… he was different, and there was something more about him that further separated him from anyone else she’s met before. Rather, she hasn’t quite met him yet, and when he moves to stand and shake himself, she decides then and there that she simply must meet him. He begins to stride forward once more, thick muscle rippling beneath his earth-hued skin, and Fable follows him from her place on the ridge of the hill that rose up to his right side.”That was quite the display”, she calls to him then, her lilted voice smooth and sweet like milk and honey, a playful smile dancing across her lips as she matches his pace, moving parallel along her hilltop. Although, she doesn’t linger there long.

Loping ahead a few paces, she then pivots upon her heels, sliding down the snowy slope, her own lilted laughter filling the air as his had only moments ago. Large, raven-feathered wings flare out from the femme’s lithe sides to better balance herself and control her downward plunge – well, more or less - that very nearly has her barreling into the man below. She isn't entirely reckless, though, having dropped her hindquarters lower to hopefully force more of her weight down into the snow-covered earth and slow herself down as much as possible. She comes to a screeching halt mere inches from him, laughter still trickling sweetly from her lips as she comes to a proper stand now, pulling her wings back to their resting place along her back after giving her frame a brisk shake to rid herself of the snow that has come to rest over her. After she has situated herself, glittering baby blues settle upon the man now likely covered in more snow from her entrance.”My apologies, I suppose that slope was a little steeper than I expected”, she says then between soft chuckles. Yes, she was sorry for nearly tackling him, but she was far from sheepish on the matter. If the stallion’s earlier romping said anything about him, chances were good that he wouldn’t take high offense from Fable’s antics.”I’m Fable, by the way”, she offers then, baby blues moving to meet his own azure gaze, smiling sweetly up to him.

After almost being assaulted, the winged woman felt she did owe him the name of his attacker. 



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



@Kadir
#3
- 29
Played by Hermes
As Kadir makes his way forward, through the winter landscape, a voice breaks the silence around him. Surprised, the stallion looks around for the owner, something about the voice not quite registering in his mind. He cannot find the owner around him and then it clicks. Head tilts back and there he spys a beautiful mare prancing along a hill above him. She had seen him playing in the snow. Had seen the spectacle he had made of himself and he would feel embarrassed, if he wasn’t so enthralled with the sudden apparition. She matches his speed, moving parallel to him, on his right side, and he finds himself drawn in by her beauty and honey dipped voice that has spilt the air.

A smile appears on his face as he walks forward, watching the woman. Somewhere, in his mind, he hopes against hope that no trees suddenly pop up in front of him.

When she takes off, outpacing him by a few strides, Kadir tilts his head in curiosity and his legs slow their relentless pace. A twinge of fear gallops through him and his smile pulls into a frown. Is this mesmerizing mare going to leave him? Will she just disappear and leave him with no name? However, as she moves, pivoting to slide down the snowy slope, he is completely captivated. He stops and watches as she slides, her laughter filling the air, buoying his heart and sending the fear retreating, the stallion quickly finds his frown disappearing as a smile takes its place.

As wings flare out to balance and control her descent, Kadir’s mouth rounds into an ‘O’. Not from panic that she might run into him, instead in fasciation at her raven feathered wings. Wings! She has wings! How had he missed that? Oh right, because he was looking at her eyes. Those baby blue pools of warmth that draw him in and threaten to drown him. Something speaks of a kindred spirit in those eyes. Someone with whom he can spend hours running with or even just laying the grass, talking of nothing and everything. It hits him that he likes her already. Yet he doesn’t even know her name! Technically they haven’t even met.

Kadir’s heart hammers in his chest as she nears him and his smile grows exponentially. The snow that she kicks up onto him also causes him to squint as it hits his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment. When everything settles and she speaks her apologies, he is too fascinated to speak. Mouth hangs open, eyes wide with surprise and wonder. When she offers her name, silence is her only answer. Manners are such a funny thing. Meet someone interesting and all the manners he had been taught fly right out of his head. So, he stares, his eyes are still glued to the wings that adorn her sides. Wings! Did he mention the wings? Slowly, his eyes trail over her lithe body and up to her face.

When his electric blue eyes find her soft blue orbs and he sees her sweet smile, Kadir’s lips curve up into a giant smile. With a great booming laugh he shakes off the snow that has accumulated on his face and antlers, tossing it every which way, the whole time he continues to laugh. Once he has rid himself of the flakes, the laughter dies down and he declares, “It is very nice to meet you, Fable. No apologies needed! Although, if you are going to be doing a lot of snow surfing, I find it best to judge the slope of the hill before blazing down. Ending up with anything broken or bruised is not very fun. Trust me on that one.” A wink and another great, thunderous laugh and Kadir bows his antlered head and says, “My name is Kadir and I am on my way to watch some glowing algae. Want to come?”

Outside he tries to appear calm and collected. Inside, a little mantra runs through his head, ‘Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.’

"I speak" I think

x|x



@Fable
#4
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

She can hardly keep the impish smile from her lips as she watches the man below her, at first seeming uncertain just where it was that the lilted voice had come from. There truly was something endearing about the stranger who walks the trail of another creature that had traveled this way before him. Perhaps it had been in part due to the way that he had thrown himself into the snow without so much as a care in the world, simply reveling in the soft, white powder covering the ever beautiful and serene landscape surrounding them. When had the last time been where she has seen such a care-free display from a grown stallion? Fable couldn’t even recall! She has never once seen her own father take part in such antics, the stallion always having been solemn and serious for as long as the brindled femme could remember. It had always been up to her mother, younger sister, or small band of friends to keep her entertained with games and spontaneous acts of youth and childish glee. She’d even watched as her colt-friend succumbed to the changes which came with growing older. He’d grown less keen on enjoying the same ventures they used do together. He became more concerned with how the others of Everyn viewed him, aspiring to be just another of the royal guard. It became harder for Fable to coax Desden into the same harmless mischief they once laughed at, daring each other to do this or that without getting caught. Eventually, he was just as caught up in appearing strong and serious as her father was, and that had been only just before she’d spread those raven-feathered wings of hers and taken to her newfound freedom and life of endless adventure.

While she cannot place what it was that has her thinking fondly of the stallion whom she knows next to nothing of aside from his unusual yet handsome appearance, in truth, the winged woman does not try too much to understand exactly why she thought him to be quite charming. Where was the fun in spending all this time trying to guess at this unusual attraction when she could discover it for herself first-hand? If she has always loved walking around a bend in the path only to be greeted by something wondrous, why wouldn’t the same apply to meeting the man walking below her? It is as this thought of hers ends when those electric blue eyes of his find her somewhat shadowing him as she matches his gait, encouraging a trickling note of lilted laughter from her lips. Then, he smiles to her, and though she knows that it is likely for her beauty that he gazes at her in such a fashion, she doesn’t mind, nor does she grow flustered or vain. It should go without much mention that the winged woman has gotten such looks from other young stags, seen them become so taken with her brindled skin adorned with a stark white blanket draped over her hips or how dark lashes might blink playfully over brilliant baby blues. She is accustomed to the attention that her appearance draws, even as a filly when the adults would compliment her on what a “pretty little thing” she was or how she would “grow into a flower every man would fawn over”. She was content to allow the world to see her as a pretty face in a sea of others, but she would also be quick to remind all-too-eager brutes that she wasn’t about to be metaphorically plucked and put in a glass vase to admire.

In her travels, some may have tried, but they have always failed.

Just as her untamed spirit would have it, she pivots and descends down the snow-covered slope with about as much grace as one could ever hope for in such a moment, so swept up into the fun of it that she misses his expression that soon becomes covered in white powder as she slides to a halt beside him. Just for the fact that he does not even seem to try stepping away to ensure that the pegasus femme does not collide with him, Fable already decides that she likes the man. Names were, at times, mostly just formalities after all, right? She chuckles softly, and they would have subsided moments sooner if not for the look of fascination so plainly painting the stranger’s earthen face very much covered in the aftermath of her entrance made in typical Fable fashion. She is very nearly tempted to take the tip of her wing so that she might help him remember to close his mouth in order to avoid the loose snow likely to trail down his nose and onto his tongue, but he seems to collect himself shortly after this amused idea flickers across her thoughts. Well, mostly it seems. He has yet to say a word to the winged woman as his azure gaze traces the curves of her slender frame only to almost become stuck upon her wings neatly folded into place now. Again, she muses if he has not seen a pegasus before or if he was truly that surprised by her, although perhaps most would not expect an utter stranger to approach them the way that she had approached him. Then again, Fable was not exactly what some may consider to be a typical stranger. It wasn’t that it mattered, considering the man didn’t seem too perplexed by her antics. Just stunned, apparently. In a cute way.

Finally, he seems to break from whatever it was about the wild-hearted femme which has captivated him so, and his thundering laughter only has Fable’s sweet – yet impish – smile growing ever so slightly. She tilts her head to one side gently, watching as he frees his impressive antlers and handsome face from kicked-up snow. And that smile! Despite not even knowing his name, she knew without a doubt that she loved his smile. It was big and warm and just seemed to have a transparency to it that wasn’t found often. She sees no shadows, no sign that the man would hide something he shouldn’t, and she admires that more than words could say. She was an honest creature, so finding another who carried the same virtues was something she had to appreciate endlessly. The winged woman laughs with him as he sorts himself, her lilted notes nearly lost within his booming tones, like tinkering sound of rain in a thunderstorm. Once he has more or less freed himself of the white powder, she is given the deep tenor tones of his voice at last – and she cannot deny that it was rather pleasant upon her perked ears! He gives her a wink then, and brilliant baby blue eyes glitter playfully at this gesture of his, another deep and rich note of laughter filling the air between them. How charming this man was!”How charming and sweet that you would care for the well-being of a stranger”, she says in her own lilted voice, batting long and dark lashes over sparkling baby blues playfully, that impish smile still lingering there upon her lips. Despite the coy nature of her words and the way she smiles at the man, there is a genuine note upon smoothly spoken syllables.

The world needed more kindness like his. Pure and without need of payment.

He bows his handsomely defined head crowned with magnificently in his antlers and horns, tenor tones offering her his own name in return for hers and her smile softens from its impishness if only for a moment, bright baby blues trailing along the man for a moment now that she was much closer."Kadir...", she ushers almost thoughtfully then as she allows for herself to admire the bulge and definition of his muscular build, how powerfully his shoulders slope. She lingers upon his gently glowing pelt for perhaps another moment or two before finally returning her gaze to his."A strong name for a handsomely strong gentleman like yourself", she says then. Her thoughts then ponder upon the words that had followed his name. An invitation of all things! It was almost as though he knew her already, and they've only just met! The playfulness returns to her refined face now, her gentled smile restoring it's subtly impish appearance she wore often when she met a soul she quite liked."Glowing algae, you say? I'd love to. I can't say I've ever seen such a thing", she replies, a light note of excitement coloring her voice at the thought of seeing something new with someone new. What more could she have hoped to find on this snowy evening? The winged woman doesn't wait, instead casting a coy glance to Kadir and taking a few prancing steps ahead of the man, laughter trickling from her lips as she stops a small distance away. She turns to look over her shoulder then, flicking long and dampened tendrils of milk chocolate and caramel as she smiles back at him. How he hardly has done much of anything since they'd met, and yet she can hardly help herself from smiling that impish and playful smile of hers."Well? Aren't you leading the way?" 



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



@Kadir