Leafless canopy. [BELLA]

[♕BEFERA]

S T Y X
here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true,
feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.

It was almost time for him to take the throne, it seemed. His entire life, the dappled hessian had been training, sparring, waiting for that moment when his mother would finally tell him that he was ready. Lately, he had been growing impatient, yearning for when he could gather his people together and lead them into a new era. Mother kept telling him that he still had much to learn, but in Styx's eyes, he had been ready for ages already. His third birthday couldn't come soon enough. The brute had been wandering off more freely now than he had been able to as a yearling. Now at two years of age, he was allowed to travel through the social territories to explore and meet his future subjects. Many across the lands knew him by sight now, and for that he was pleased. Spring had come to the lands, and the trees all around him were budding their new leaves, some of them already outstretched to accept the warm sunlight. Styx enjoyed the sun on his pelt, as well, as he moved slowly through the forest.

The dappled brute's fiery-orange tresses flowed elegantly, regally behind him as he moved, his ebonite nares breathing in the fresh, spring air. What more did his mother wish for him to learn? He knew to be respectful to his subjects and to be a "good" King, and he knew how to fight from his training with Achilles. Wasn't that all a King needed? Styx was already determined to be a powerful but likable ruler, and that seemed to him to be a decent starting point for his time on the throne. He knew not to make decisions hastily, and not to act like a power-hungry fool, as that lowers morale. He knew how to make friends and keep them close. His mind was full to the brim with this information, ready to put it to work, but his mother forced him to wait. Maybe this, too, was another test. Maybe he needed to act like a King before he was ready to become one. Ah, mother, what a good plan. Too bad, though. I figured it out! Styx thought to himself, a smirk trickling across his onyx maw.

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tagged: Aldabella // Athena
muse: decent. sorry this is so short. D:

[Athena]

all the pain & the truth, I wear like a battle wound... A L D A B E L L A The first thing that lurked into the mares mind was how beautiful the area was. So inviting to a mare that needed it to take her in and protect her from the outside world. She felt secure here. The trees seemed to hide her ginger colored fur and make her feel as though she was at piece, that she could finally stop running. Oh, but that would never happen. Running was what she did best, kicking up her heels to the enemy and racing through the forest until she felt as though her heart would beat right out of her chest. Yes, she was safe, but she would still run. A low nicker of nothing, to no one escaped her throat, maybe it was just the habit of needing to hear her own voice as she never used it. Not for the last two years of her life. Either way, she pulled her stopped body into a smooth walking gate, stopping only when she looked up at a tree that held luscious apples on it's branches. This time, the low nicker that escaped her throat was one of longing. She reached her head up to full stance and could still not reach it. Snorting in frustration, the small mare reared onto her hind legs, resting her front hooves against the tree, while her head and neck stretched so she could grab an apple. But, she was still too short to get the ones that looked healthy and refreshing. Her ears flattened against her head and she inched herself a little closer and paused to think. The apples are connected to branches..Maybe if I shake one hard enough, the apple will fall? Her head cocked at the thought and then all in one moment seemed to realize it was a good idea. She took a moment to catch her breath and then outstretched her head again, this time, grabbing a small part of one of the bigger branches with many smaller ones connected at the end of it. The chestnut mare shook her head vigorously, only stopping when she realized that three apples had fallen to the ground. In one quick movement she was on them, her pale white teeth sinking into their juicy middles and her voice making sounds of pleasure that could only be determined as some kind of cooing. However all that cooing came to a halt when she heard hoof beats approaching. Her head flew up and her front hooves pushed her back into the leaves, making a small whooshing sound. Mentally, she cursed herself, but aside from that stayed absolutely silent. Her ears were perked now, watching as a gray roan colt, much younger than herself came into view. His mane and tail were a russet color that reminded the mare of fire, but nonetheless, she kept her mouth shut and stood as still as a statue. The last thing she needed was to be noticed and on the run again. For once, she would like to enjoy her own meal. So she stayed right where she was. Ears perked, head cocked to the side, while legs and hooves were positioned for a easy and speedy get away. W O R D S 534 T A G ♕BEFERA N O T E S Eh, could be better. :P so ashamed, so confused...

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[♕BEFERA]

S T Y X
here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true,
feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.

The dappled Prince's ebon-tipped auds pricked forward as a chestnut figure came into view. The creature stood beneath a tree bearing apples, some of which had been knocked to the sod at its hooves. Upon further approach and examination, Styx determined this was a mare. Styx raised a brow, noting that the apples were far too high for this small mare to reach with her teeth. She must have shaken the branches to force a few apples to fall. It had been a long time since he had seen any females outside of Obascus, not since Achilles had nearly talked him into ruffing up a small, blind filly. The fire-tressed stag recalled when Ranjit had stopped them, being very protective of a daughter of what many imagined to be his worst enemy. Styx would always remember the pallid kaiser as a sort of father figure, but he knew how harshly the rest of his family had been taking his... disappearance. Gehenna seemed angrier than usual, which was a feat in its own right, and mother was heavily distraught. Styx wondered if she had thought this way about his father, The Reckoning. The Prince always regretted never knowing him.

Styx approached the ginger-hued fae, his stance regal, his head held high. The chestnut before him seemed to be calm, but there was something about her that made Styx think otherwise. Maybe she was hiding something. He didn't know to what Allegiance this mare belonged, but regardless, he would let her know that he was of royal blood. She was a plain-looking creature, at least compared to himself. Indigo visionaries looked her over as he came within a comfortable talking distance. The young Prince spoke, his voice purposefully a bit more aloof than normal, trying desperately to build an air of royalty about him. The dappled hessian cleared his throat before speaking, as if to make sure that he had gotten her attention. In reality, he was a bit nervous. "Hello, mare. I see you've shaken some apples from this tree." He didn't pose a question, not yet. As he waited for her response, he noted that she was a bit shorter than he was, though she did seem a bit older. Styx wasn't yet full grown, but he would be far taller than this mare within the year. The colt, not quite stallion, looked to the ground and counted the fallen apples as he waited for the mare's voice to pour forth.

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tagged: Aldabella // Athena
muse: okay but not great bluh