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stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again - Cortez - February 24, 2019
he'd miscalculated. a trip into the mountains had started later and gone longer than he'd initially intended, and the sun was already making its swift descent behind the peaks when the thought of returning occurred to him. he had only made it this far and the stars had come out, wispy clouds trailing across the sky. supposed he'd have to camp out here, tonight.
cortez was resigned but not unhappy as he traveled deeper into the cavern, delighting at the way the moonlight came through the fragile ceiling in spots. he settled in one of the glowing pools on the ground created by this phenomenon, pale eyes glinting like precious gems.
beyond the ache he felt in missing calder, he didn't mind being on his own at all. he was thankful to have his sister and a den within the willows, but a vagrant's life appealed to him, still. this was the life that everyone should live—the open road ahead, and a home to which you could return. the world was full of endless possibility and adventure; he was almost twenty seasons old—twenty seasons!—and still he had not exhausted all that there was to do and see and be.
it was never bad, no, to be "marooned" somewhere far from your bed. especially when your bed was cloaked in a moonbeam, tucked within a mountain in one of the most magnificent ranges he'd seen. all in all, cortez was content that his sense of time had led him astray once more.
RE: stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again - Petra - March 03, 2019
a lithe shadow danced in the luminescent strokes of light that the lovely moon graced down on to the earth. the young witch still did not know if she was a child of the moon or sun, both gave her such different waves of energy, part of her was sad to know she was to be one without the other. was it dangerous to be away from her mentor? perhaps. Erianthe was her most valued possession (if you could call her that) and she wouldn't dare to lose her, but occasionally the ache to dash in the glowing beams of the evening without restraint was something you couldn't dare to ignore. besides, such an itch meant she was being lead to something. something new and invigorating. she padded quickly through the damp floor, unaware of the cavern soon to be revealed.
once her vision caught the captivating scene she knew that this undeniable urge to venture had a purpose. gleaming eyes of grey and emerald engulfed the environment around her. her sprite energy did not cease until her gaze plucked a stranger amongst the clear pools. suddenly the girl was a statue. the girl was certain she was lead to this wolf for a reason, however that reason could be a lesson she didn't wish to learn. she had to be calculated in her reaction- was she to run from this wolf? was this her way of learning to never leave Erianthe's side and should she run now instead of face some unknown wrath?
or could this be a new friend?
both were prospects she couldn't ignore, but to run now was too quick of an assumption. she didn't want to miss out on something she was meant to do. she continued to pause, getting in touch with her instinct in order to determine her next move.
the pull was irresistible, like that of two ends of a magnetic; one positive, one negative. she drew herself closer, long legs stretching forward in a calm manner.
"hello."
once her vision caught the captivating scene she knew that this undeniable urge to venture had a purpose. gleaming eyes of grey and emerald engulfed the environment around her. her sprite energy did not cease until her gaze plucked a stranger amongst the clear pools. suddenly the girl was a statue. the girl was certain she was lead to this wolf for a reason, however that reason could be a lesson she didn't wish to learn. she had to be calculated in her reaction- was she to run from this wolf? was this her way of learning to never leave Erianthe's side and should she run now instead of face some unknown wrath?
or could this be a new friend?
both were prospects she couldn't ignore, but to run now was too quick of an assumption. she didn't want to miss out on something she was meant to do. she continued to pause, getting in touch with her instinct in order to determine her next move.
the pull was irresistible, like that of two ends of a magnetic; one positive, one negative. she drew herself closer, long legs stretching forward in a calm manner.
"hello."
RE: stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again - Cortez - March 04, 2019
the first thing he noticed was her eyes, each one a different color. he'd seen the phenomenon before, but never so striking—perhaps the moonlight made it so. he found himself staring and had to shake himself out of his reverie a moment later, blinking, smiling in an awkward, almost boyish fashion.
hey,cortez echoed her greeting, dipping his head. she was young and lean; the world hadn't yet worked its dark magic on her body, nor, it seemed, her soul. there was still the kind of light in her gaze that suggested something pure, untainted by horror. he clung to it, for what else were you supposed to cling to, really?
his ears cupped atop his head, perked high and curious.
it's pretty here, isn't it?he asked rhetorically (he couldn't think of a single madman who'd answer no) but there had to be some way to move the conversation along without quasi-ogling the girl.
mostly, he was just intrigued by her eyes. one like the green earth, one like stars.
RE: stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again - Petra - March 05, 2019
he greeted her as most anybody would, not giving much leeway into the intention of her being here. his inquiry was what allowed her muscles to release some tension, he was making normal conversation, perhaps there wasn't anything to fear. she floated closer to him but remained a safe distance from the wolf.
he was older than she, lacking the sparkling energy that hovered so densely around her. his aura was more well-versed and stable, similar to Erianthe's. her gaze lifted from the man and took in the cavern once more, pausing to truly relish its significance. "yes." she agreed, simply. she shifted back to face him, her ears perked similarly to his own, but her expression differed with a gentle smirk that seemed to suggest, i know more than you. "it's magical."
slowly she closed a few more inches between them, clearly hesitant but the intrigue he had invoked such a strong curiosity from the fae. like a deer eying the apple in a human's hand outstretched for the taking. "who are you?" her head careened to the side and her eyes pierced on to him like daggers, unmoving.
he was older than she, lacking the sparkling energy that hovered so densely around her. his aura was more well-versed and stable, similar to Erianthe's. her gaze lifted from the man and took in the cavern once more, pausing to truly relish its significance. "yes." she agreed, simply. she shifted back to face him, her ears perked similarly to his own, but her expression differed with a gentle smirk that seemed to suggest, i know more than you. "it's magical."
slowly she closed a few more inches between them, clearly hesitant but the intrigue he had invoked such a strong curiosity from the fae. like a deer eying the apple in a human's hand outstretched for the taking. "who are you?" her head careened to the side and her eyes pierced on to him like daggers, unmoving.
RE: stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again - Cortez - March 17, 2019
she looked a little smug, and cortez didn't really dig smug. he gave her a bland look to return the smirk but, nevertheless, didn't turn away just yet. she came closer and he stiffened slightly; company in close quarters always made him a little uneasy. still, the question was easy enough.
cortez,he answered, meeting those curious eyes with his own pale gaze.
you?
she looked the type to have a bunch of stories in her back pocket, most of them likely made up, but he didn't care. he made up his fair share of tales, too. and embellished, too; artistic license and whatnot. it only mattered whether you told them well. you could lie as much as you wanted but if you were captivating enough, you were god himself (herself?) for a night.