Can't go home alone again; [open]

[nikkayla]

delsolea the static on your arm - it is the catalyst She had travelled for a long, long time. It had been so long since Nocturne, since him – since she had abandoned her children to either die or find a way to survive. She carried guilt for this, but mostly she carried a burning hatred of anyone who came to close to her, unless it was one she knew. It was counter-intuitive she knew to not allow anyone too close for fear of what they might do, but Delsolea didn’t know how she’d have acted if they had come in close to her. She had burned in her mind as she had run. The fear was terrible, but after being alone for so long she was silent inside; the fire had burned low and frozen, ice taking the place of it and leaving Delsolea with a jaded, pessimistic outlook. It had been what kept her away from everyone else around her. As she had wandered through this place, she had avoided everyone. At the sight of one equine she would narrow her eyes, glare coldly and skirt around them. She had wandered into a thick forest of pines, lined with huge trees that seemed to be guarding the smaller types. It made her feel although she might be at home; she had been born and raised in a forest like this. She had wandered through it to where the lakebed was, and here she had stopped. Tired, worn and silent, Delsolea had lain down at the base of a tree feeling hidden here by the grass around the lake, and the tree behind her, and she had slept. Now she woke up, green eyes flickering open as she raised her head. There had been a sound, not far from her location. Her head lifted up, her eyes widening as she looked around. She wanted to stand and leave, but she was still feeling so tired; instead she was still, and she looked back to the dark waters before her, hoping that she might be left alone. Alone was how she deserved to be for thinking the world was such a wonderful place and leaving where she should have stayed, so many years ago.

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It was something, it was a masterpiece painted by the gods for us mere mortals to stare at in awe like a dummy for the next few minutes while it disappeared behind the ocean waters. You could almost hear the sizzle as it dipped into the waves. After the sun had set, he thought it better to find somewhere to stay. If life existed on this side of the mountains, it had yet to show itself. He almost didn't want it to, He wanted to claim this small piece of heaven as his own and not share with anyone except his brother. Whenever he found him.



He wondered where he was and what happened to him. Merlot wasn't worried about his well-being because quite honestly, no one would mess with the grumpy grullo or even think about eating him because he was so damn rotten. he grinned inwardly at his own thoughts and turned away from the beach, heading back towards some trees. he's been alone before, he's been on his own and taken care of himself without a problem. That wasn't the point of having Malargo around. his brother was the only link of our past herd that he had, and while he may be annoying or pick at him, or just down right piss him off, he was still his brother and he holds a spot in his heart.



It had been his idea to explore beyond the mountains of our old home, try somewhere new. He hadn't counted on the storm nor how bad it had been. Nor did he think we would get separated. he pushed these thoughts aside, not letting them weigh down on me. he would find Malargo, or vice verse.

He needed to find a place to stick for the night and then move on in the morning when he could actually see what he was doing and where he was going. The Blue stallion hung his head as he walked, not at all imposing - like he could be with all 14.3hh of him. The mustang was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Unless you were afraid of butterflies, then you had a problem.

It wasn't long until Merlot had found a place to stay for the night, near a lay in the midst of a forest. Now this was what he was used too. He cozied up under a large, low hanging branch and rested for the night.

Come morning, the stallion was up and moving around, not moving too gently. If predators lurked, despite his past experience with beasts, Merlot wasn't too worked up about it. He had gotten away from wolves one time before, this time would be no different, he thought to himself smugly, quite full of himself.

Merlot stopped in his tracks when he reached part of the lake that had to have held the most serene of images. It could have been a scene painted straight out of the renaissance era. The mare's body language was strictly "Go away" but Merlot was too interested to pay attention to what her body language was telling, screaming at him.

He hadn't quite seen anything like her coloring. He thought he was unique among his band back home, but now unique was redefined into something majestic and ethereal. "Morning," He greeted her lamely.

You can do speech like this.

Tagged [nikkayla]
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Notes [ I hope you don't mind! Don't let the word count fool you... you don't have to match it lol ]

[nikkayla]

delsolea the static on your arm - it is the catalyst Time would pass slowly for her; it was never kind. While life turned over, animals skittering about, she lay there and watched as she dozed, letting the fatigue of her long travel be washed away. The rest did her a wonder, but she was still alert, ready to move – or defend herself. She might be cold and calculating but she still had the fire she had learned, just how to defend herself and she wouldn’t ever forget it. As she lay there, she let the worry go just for a short time, even if it was only temporary. Only temporary. If only someone had told her living with that flame-headed creature had been similar. It had been too long stuck with him, and leaving had not been an option, not then. It had even turned out that it wasn’t her who left. She had tried one last time to connect with him after having the twins, but he had panicked and run. That had broken the last straw, and Delsolea had never been able to resume her life. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, the sound of something nearby bringing her from her reverie. Laying there for a moment longer, Delsolea didn’t move. Yet when the sound stopped, the sound that was mote definitely hooves on the ground, her head lifted as he ears went straight back and her eyes scanned – the green moving until she saw him standing there. He was white and blue, nothing like Saphrax at least – but Delsolea was immediately to her feet, splashing a little in the water as she lurched forwards. Leaves and dirt clung to her maroon hairs as she stood there, casting a cold glare in his direction. She did not respond to his kind greeting in turn though. She kept a good gap between them, as she stood staring at him, although she were trying to push him away with just that. “What do you want?” she asks, not entirely hostile but cold – and never taking her eyes from him.

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Her reaction to him was not exactly what he was expecting. He even looked around to ensure that they were alone and no predators lurked beyond the trees. After a moment he returned his gaze to the dame and studied her, his crown tilting to the side. "I apologize for my intrusion, I didn't mean to startle you in the least. I was wandering and happened upon you. I don't mean any harm," he replied, sticking to formality in his speech for the simple fact of not wanting to offend the lass in any way. Merlot never had luck with mares, but it was always because he was too nice, sarcastic or, get this, too short. Really, short? Like he could help that his mother and procreator cheated him on genetics. Although, his brother was a tad smaller than he. Granted, Malargo wasn't exactly as friendly or pretty, Merlot mused to himself with a slight smirk.



He stepped around her, giving her plenty of open space to run were she to choose to do so, as he stepped closer to the water. He lowered his crown to the brisk water and sipped it through his kissers, taking his eyes and ears off of her for a moment. After quenching his thirst, Merlot returned his attention back to the mare and smiled a bit, "I was wanting a drink, that's all. I can't say I know my way around here yet." that was an understatement. If he were to try to find the land bridge to cross back over, he would end up in the underworld with Hades, he was sure of it. "I'm called Merlot, in case you're curious. And yourself?"

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