Liridon



|OPEN| sweeping forth

#1
- immortal
Played by Kai


GYTHA
valkyrie


This place is . . . homey, in a way, but warm. Too warm. Even as her massive wings beat and she glides through the clouds, she cannot seem to find any source of relief. Muscles strain and she sweeps her wings as she moves downward, beating hard as massive hooves hit the sand, sending up plumes behind her. Every step is quick, but her pace slows as she continues to rock her wings, only to finally settle and come to a halt.

Hoofprints are left in her wake, and she tucks her wings close, lifting her head up and gazing over the ocean she had come to a stop near, red rimmed eyes closing halfway. Slowly, she plucks at the magic nestling in her chest, pulling at the water around her and keeping it close, under fur and feathers to slowly crystallize and form into flakes of ice. Cooling herself off is one of the many things she's learned, and the most useful, when it came to her powers.

As it is, one massive hoof reaches forward, pawing through sand as her head lowers, and her tail fans out behind her with a flick of feathers. She's taken by a massive shake until she curls one wing downward, and her teeth begin to preen carefully at it. Flights always left Gytha a mess with her feathers, and while she was not vain, it always felt good to have all her feathers in their proper positions.

Besides, she's alone here for now. There's no need to hurry anywhere, or call for anyone in a place she does not know.







ah my love



#2
- 26
Played by Russell
NAMTAR
when the weather runs dry and the sun sets on our souls
we run into the great divide holding hands
Cut from two different sides of the cloth.

Where one is large and feathered, a vision of power rained down from the skies, the other is a scaled bottom-feeder, crawling with her belly across the sand, soaking in the sun. The beach is warm, but not warm enough for her. The sun brushes against her skin and the salt that splashes up against the rocks sprays against her skin, the dulcet sound of water smattering against her smooth, scaled flesh.

She had been here for some time, nestling down into the unwelcomingly hot sands of the desert. Digging in her hooves and curling her tail around her, she had basked in the sun and found her strength again.

Though her slumber had been restful, the preferred the empowering kiss of the sun to the loneliness of her months-long nap.

The great beast preens, near twice the size of the sand-snake, her great feathers splayed out on her wing that leans down, and Namtar watches. Hot-eyed and inquisitive, she carefully moves closer, the sand solidifying under her hooves, a path of smooth, solid sand that does not constrict her movement. Should the great griffon-woman hunger for the flesh of the scaled mare, they would continue their chase as hawk and snake- one darting away into the grass and through the trees, while the other conquered the skies.

You must be a queen among the clouds.” Her low voice reaches out in admiration, seeing what strength and power that drips off the hulking frame of the strange- tantalizing crystals of ice clinging to her flesh and no doubt cooling her.

The sentiment of such frigidity makes her uncomfortable, but she knows she can pluck fire from the air should she need it. They truly were like yin and yang- two creatures from different worlds, somehow dragged together at the edge of the beach. A newcomer and a lurking stranger.

Somewhere, in the grasses that rim the edges of the beach sand, Shahiit parts the grass with his slithering approach, his black eyes watching his mistress carefully.

@Gytha
#3
- immortal
Played by Kai


GYTHA
valkyrie


She does not expect company, but . . . she does not startle. Gytha blinks slowly, a languid look on her features as she continues to preen a single long primary feather, finishing with it at the tip and ruffling her wings up. The feathers stand on end, only to shake as she settles them back to her sides, all while her tail feathers expand and then relax.

Everything about her is at ease, which is the usual when it comes to preening. She's clearly comfortable, even as her head tilts toward the stranger and the feathers along her neck and head fluff up lazily. Had they covered her whole head, they would have been puffed out at the jaw and cheeks, and given her an awfully funny look. "I am nothing but their companion." It's spoken on a surprisingly deeper tone, but still feminine as she smiles, her head tipping and ears flicking out of curiosity toward the other mare.

Scales, compared to her feathers. A creature certainly built for the heat that Gytha cannot stand to be in for too long. She admires that, the ability to soak and lounge in the rays of the sun without feeling as if it would smother you. She longs for the day she can do it without having to coat herself in slick little crystals of ice underneath her fur and feathers. "But you must be queen of the sands, ruling the dunes and the creatures within it. It must be nice, to bask in the sun and soak it up."

Her tone is truly sincere, and her mighty hooves only shift in the sand, lifting and lowering to ensure she doesn't sink in it due to her tremendous bulk. " --- I am Gytha, from a land far north of here." As she speaks in her thick accent, her wings sweep out with a small bow to accompany it, lifting up again and settling the limbs back at her sides.







@Namtar



#4
- 26
Played by Russell
NAMTAR
when the weather runs dry and the sun sets on our souls
we run into the great divide holding hands
The sun was her maker, her life-giver. The sands cleaned her skin, scrubbing from her flesh the sweat and the dirt of the day, while the heat bathed her. Cleansed her- washed her.

It was the snow and ice and rain that pushed her into the desert, tucking her into the dunes and coiling her under rocks, entangling her legs with the cool, smooth flesh of her black scaled companion. Together they would sleep through the cold and the winter, disappearing into nothingness until the brightness of spring awoke them.

For years they had lived this way, and she expected to continue living this way for many years to come.

The great sky-huntress, with her low voice and imposing size, speaks lovingly of the heat and the desert, despite her obvious lack of affinity for the sands. For this Namtar appreciates her, leaning with her hoove sinking into the gravelly sand of the beach, her slitted golden eyes watching the stranger carefully, tracing a hard stare along the edges of her feathers, where the ice sits like glass against her frame.

I find my strength there.” A subtle hint to her own fragility, how her skin craved the heat of the sun- needing it to stoke the fire within her belly and to satiate the hunger inside her that could not be quelled by grass and straw alone. “My name is Namtar.” Of a land that no one had heard of- a land so far away that it did not exist on any maps. A desert so hot that it was a miracle her people could survive the fiery glare of the sun- a land that was so rife with religious superstitions, that she had been pushed away.

She stands still, no great flourish as the feathered woman had offered to her, instead a delicate, forked tongue flicks between her lips and she tastes the air, drinking in Gytha’s heady scent and tasting trees and wind, and the snow and the cold. There was a grit to the brown snake-woman, though her smooth skin contrasts to the great plumage that Gytha wears, and her scales shimmer and glint dully under the weak coastal sunlight.

She had not yet been washed of her slumber in the mountains, where the snow had buried her and where Shahiit dared no venture.

Flicking her great serpentine tail, the end falling to curl comfortingly around her hind leg, as if holding herself to keep steady, the reptilian woman tips her head. “What is it to fly, Gytha? I am a creature of the sand and the rocks- the thrill escapes me.” Entia had once been able to fly, before he had broken his wings and lost his strength. His flight was metaphorical now- in that Namtar was always playing catch-up to his antics, and finding that as she grew older, he was harder and harder to find.

@Gytha