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[nikkayla]

i feel it in my bones - enough to make my systems blow

The one-winged once-king had always had a deep affinity for the beach and the ocean; it spanned from his childhood, despite the terrible consequence of losing his mind and his father trying to murder him by throwing him over a cliff and into the ocean; no, it was from new memories. Memories that were of great importance to him; of his time in Ilir, discovering Lucian and the bond they still shared – becoming king of Ilir, the great kingdom that overlooked a long beach. The death of Cyrus his son, murdered by that foul demon after the darkness had been purged from Liridon – and discovering his love and adoration for Inwe right there in the beach where he had sought solitude. They were moments deeply embedded in his mind – and it is why he is here now, standing in this strange new world on the edge of a cliff, looking down across the ocean.

It was why he stood there looking over the sand and the swelling ocean, the waves rolling on shore as a gentle breeze pulled at his mane. The wind here was so delicious, the salt tangy on his tongue, burning a little as he inhaled the air. It was only cause to feel more like himself, rather than some lonesome lost little boy that was trying to claw its way to the surface of his mind.

So Entia leapt down from the bluff, landing neatly from the smaller part as he walked to the shoreline, where he stopped – the feeling of sand so delightful – until he stood by the edge of the ocean where the waves washed up and lapped at his hooves, leaving them dark and glittering in the light. He inhaled deep and gave an odd little smile to himself, despite feeling the twinge of loneliness there, it would pass.

After all this was a whole new place. The once-king of Ilir lifted his head and looked about him, curious. He wondered what there was to learn and do – and what this new allegiance of his would bring. Perhaps this would be somewhere he could finally find himself being, and living. Just maybe.

welcome to the new age - entia of nowhere

ty alice. ❤

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He stood as he always did, afar from everything that could ever possibly matter and yet somehow confused at why his life was so dreadfully dull. He wasn't shy, simply apathetic and lazy. Turned out that finding adventure meant having to stand up, first, and that was more poops to give than he possessed most days. That and everyone and everything tended to annoy him eventually. Even if he did find something to do, some aspect of the journey or result or even changes in his own personality would annoy himself. Even the grass he chewed on was as repetitive and mundane as the rest of the world.

He watched a fellow from afar trail from lofty heights overlooking the sea to the mouth of its belly, standing in a manner that Darkness Dancer would consider prideful, vain, and yet regal. Every bit of egotistical pompousness was a shred of boastful arrogance that he approved of. Birds of a feather and all that junk.

It was a final swish of his tail at a particularly annoying fly and the slightest touch of his own hairs against his hide that sparked enough temper and resolve to begin to move. He hated being touched ; that, too, was irritating. A slow canter took him forwards, as if the mere momentum regardless of direction would drown everything he was and hated, wanted and hated, had been and hated, all into some vacuum on nonexistant space.

He approached the male from behind, but spoke long before he reached him. A startled horse was an excuse for an accidental purposeful kick to the face. And he didn't feel angry enough at the world or himself to endure a skull fracture. "You look kingly. Too bad you aren't one, old broken-horn.", his tone was a contradiction of boredom and invitation. "So, let's hear your tale of woe and what great conquest you have planned.".

It wasn't as if he knew anything about the other stallion. He'd just taken a guess. Heck, he'd asked a foal the very same question a week ago and the answer he recieved warranted so much mud and playing that the mere conversation sapped the energy he'd saved up for that afternoon's grazing.

[nikkayla]

i feel it in my bones - enough to make my systems blow

Too much in the past had lessened Entia’s simple grin and response reaction; now he watched with slightly narrowed eyes, as if he could look into what the intention was behind this one who had approached, this one who spoke with such a bored voice. Entia’s ears went back a fraction, and he rustled his only wing. He was rarely frightened by anything, anymore. Being where he had been, doing what he had done had given him so many experiences – many that was ultimately life changing, but he didn’t run from it. He had embraced them all, except for losing his son, and losing Inwe. He’d never find them again.

Now he stood without moving. Where there was no further attacking, no lashing out hooves and teeth. He’d had that happen before too, too many times. Instead of simply giving him a smart-ass answer like he would have once upon a time, instead he leered at him a little, grinning to reveal his sharper than normal teeth – and returned to his relaxed posture.

“I am kingly. Or at least, once I was. Ain’t nothing like being King, honestly,” he replied with a sigh, cocking a hind leg as he lifted his head and feigned to be remembering something long in the past. “Back in my day…” he began, but ended up snorting as he laughed under his breath.

“I can’t do it. I’m just not that old. But really, nothing planned. I don’t plan anymore. I don’t see the point; I’ll just roll with whatever life decides to throw my way. Even if it does mean I become no winged instead of one-winged,” Entia said, as he stretched out his one remaining wing. His right side was just an ugly scar; no hair grew there – just defeated skin.

His gaze drifted back down to the stranger. “The name’s Entia; who might you be, one who seems to be quite not entertained?

welcome to the new age - entia of nowhere

ty alice. ❤

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Can I just say that you were the straw that pushed me to join? I ran out of ideas so I went for some conflict.

Darkness Dancer

Such a simple gesture as a resettling of body parts into a presumably more comfortable position had captured a fragment of his interest. He hadn't noticed before that his horn wasn't the only thing that was torn off. No, this lad had only one wing. It was as if, perhaps, the entire creature were broken. He'd seen him walk easily enough, but what about his soul? His ears perked a little higher, interested enough to judge whether his mind was as fragmented as the body it was housed in.

But the creature's first words weren't the surely-dry story he'd asked for, but instead, beastly pointed teeth. He wasn't sure if the gesture was made in indignation, insanity, or a friendly smile that had crossed into creepiness, but he returned the gesture in kind, flashing his own normal teeth in return.

Insane, definitely that. Proud. Lusting of power. And then he began what would surely be a prehistoric account of his beginnings in the glacial age detailing the length of mammoth pies and the account of every bowel movement since. So his first judgment was right. The fellow was boring. Darkness Dancer prepared himself to give a snort of contempt if the surely following story would run too long.

But Darkness' prepared rudeness was ripped from under his hooves. The fellow wasn't that old? And he didn't tell a story. And he was even more dull than if he had.

The man flashed his wing armpit. Darkness saw the scar, saw the way this man surely wanted him to ask again about the scar and his life and he couldn't do it. He was too proud. And he didn't care.

"Lord Entia.", Darkness replied curtly, bowing his head only slightly in a formal acknowledgment, but bowing nonetheless. He didn't bother to answer the other's question.

"Since you're not a king, get out. I've decided to make this hill my empire. You stink, your story sucks, and you're even worse of a letdown than dismounting my last wife. So unless you have a maleness somewhere under all that useless leather, I'm not interested in you or your paltry scent. You smell like cauliflower.", he flared his nostrils and pounded his right front hoof down into the dirt when he was done with an absurdly long speech that he somehow managed all with one breath. "Obviously you're not a king, never were, and are a pathetic excuse for entertainment. I hope you end up blissfully married to some calm lass where you and your perfect foals can graze on the monotonous mountains of monotony and continue your mundane, boring life until you die there surrounded in your own legacy of stale tedium.", he thought better of ending his diatribe and added another monologue, which he somehow managed to pronounce all in one breath.

[nikkayla]

Lol, really? Why me? :D Ehe... Entia doesn't really respond to conflict from those he hasn't had prior issues with though, hes just going to be an annoying idiot about it =)

i feel it in my bones - enough to make my systems blow

Entia had not really been here all that long – long enough so that he knew vaguely where he was going, what he was doing – but not long enough to know the creatures that lurked. If they were all going to present themselves like this stranger was, then perhaps he’d be better off not knowing them. Even so, he doubted they were all like it, as he half-heartedly listened to the stallion speaking, hissing words that were probably supposed to be taken in a bad, offensive way but doing very little to actually upset him. He was no Respane; he was a harmless thing who rattled off words when he had nothing else to do it seemed.

As the stranger finished his long winded speech, the once-king yawned, stretching his jaw wide as he blinked, before craning his head back around to look at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you speaking? Funny, I thought I heard a voice,” he said with his normal voice, resisting the urge to leer and smirk. It wasn’t worth it, not right now. “Quite the colourful imagination you have. Would you like me to start crying now, to fall to the ground and cry, ’Oh, you hurt my feelings, how dare you think I’m not a king, I’m stronger than you, wah wah wah!’ Please. I’d rather smell like cauliflower than be a boring old ‘I’m so evil’ stereotype,” he said, finishing now with grin racing across his features. Entia didn’t move at all – in fact, just to antagonize this stallion some more, he continued to grin rather like the Cheshire cat, and did not give up an inch of ground.

Entia loved this game. He really did; it took a special type of creature to actually get under his skin, but the years of learning made it difficult for anyone to be able to do so, while he specialized in just being an ass in reply.“Any other shortcomings you’d like to project on to me? I’ll all yours!” He added on after, still grinning at him.

Let him think him a fool. How he loved to play the idiot… he was something he was rather good at after all.

welcome to the new age - entia of nowhere

ty alice. ❤