bullets in the wind [o]

[Kezz]

Swallows swam against the oceanic backdrop of blue that was the sky. They twisted, turning, cavorting airborne with a grace that she envied - how could she ever hope to emulate such effortlessness? A sigh fell from scarred lips - the wind playing with those wild disheveled locks before carrying the exhalation up and away. The dark-skinned birds, upon which her sharp gaze was trained, grew smaller on the horizon until at last they disappeared from sight completely, leaving the girl quite alone. For a fleeting moment Comala felt a pang of something unfamiliar; something dull, faint but certainly uncomfortable enough to cause the creasing of her brow. Was it loneliness? She'd always been an independent soul, one who cared not for the constant companionship of her own kin, but to say she sought utter isolation would be a lie, and it had been many long solitudinous months since she had even seen another of her kind.

It was not her nature to dwell on matters of the heart, and memories of her brother's gravelly amicable voice filled her head, mocking her brash manner and unsentimental judgement. The heavyset girl shrugged, nonetheless, and moved onward, steadily ascending Mundaring Hill. The day was yet young, and she intended to make the most of it. Wide hooves layered by thick dark feathers thudded against the incline, sweeping up into a trot; Comala made short work of the rise; she was not a dainty little creature. As children other girls had paraded their ballerina limbs and tight, neat hips, but Comala had shied away  - her bones were oaken and steel, her frame swollen with muscle,  her skin did not shine like theirs and her thick coarse hair did not fall in soft rivers but great strands of untamed curl. Those times of insecurity were long gone however, for she had found pride and power in her formidable blood.  

ooc; pls forgive this piece of traaaaaaash. it's been soso long since i last tried to write anything coherent.

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The scrub.

Vis could say he honestly and dearly missed the open ground and the pale green and yellow shrubbery that littered the scenery. With the sun still on its slow climb towards the peak of its daily arc, the land was relatively pleasant though barren.

A fleeting thought caught in the back of his held told him to turn back to the greying bay he had met at the Horseshoe Falls, to turn back to where he knew for certain there was another of his kind. But even the power of instincts could not override his distaste for the thick woods that he knew would attempt, once again, to smother the red dragon. No. He would much rather meander the brush where he could see more than 10 meters in any one direction. In fact, the short plants allowed him to see nearly to the horizon with only a few rolling hills and forest edge to obstruct his view.

Except for one. The single butte that rose above the rest, and now above his own tall frame.

The chimeric brute had set it as his destination while he wound his way across the scrub, hoping it would give him a better view and idea of what he was up against in terms of landscape.

His original impression had been that the plentiful vegetation would hinder his climb. To his surprise, his hooves were able to find the solid earth between the roots and twisted trunks quite easily. But Ra'avis quick ascent was slowed by the sound of hooves not too far off from his own position on the hill. He craned his long neck in to see over the ridge.

Amongst the like colored plants was a pale buttermilk toned mare, thick and powerful. He offered a soft nicker to announce himself, not wanting to sneak up on her had she not heard his earlier hoof beats, and continued his path once he was certain she had noticed him. "I hope you don't mind some company?" Coming to a pause a respectable difference from the dark haired woman, he inclined his head towards her. "I really don't feel like getting chased back down the slope if you do."

the red dragon of nowhere

For shipwrecks and sirens

16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino chimera|belongs to no heart

❤

[Kezz]

Comala slowed as she neared the hill's crest, nostrils sucking in the sharp morning air to fill her contracting lungs. And at last - there was the view she had been chasing. The eastern lands spread before the gunfire girl; the forests, the plains, the endless azure sky and in that moment it felt as though all of Tathra was her own. A thrumming of hunger began in the low caverns of her ribcage, the vibrations rippling outward to consume her with it's strength. Mine.

Alas, such sensations did not last as with the eastern breeze came the scent of a stranger. Comala turned sharply, fluidly to his direction; keen eyes alight with intensity. She felt somewhat perturbed that she should have to share her peace upon Mundaring with another, but the memory of the lonely boredom she had felt only moments ago caused Comala to hold her tongue as the stallion was born into sight. He was tall - and fascinatingly marked; a myriad of chestnut and gold and those eyes: deep, vivid; the kind of eyes girls lost themselves within. But Comala was no ordinary girl.

His distance was respectable and Comala, as was the norm, did not feel threatened. "I hope you don't mind some company?" The buckskin peered down from her stance upon the leveled crest, ears ever so slightly pinned backward - her gaze attentive yet bold. "I really don't feel like getting chased back down the slope if you do." Comala snorted, her torn muzzle tossing upward as the syllables rolled off her tongue in tight coarse tones. "I am not the keeper of this land. And even if I was - I can't say I'm one to chase people." She stared at him, her dark hair falling about her firmly set cheekbone and framing her broad face. "I take it you're new to Tathra?"

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She seemed to have been irritated the moment she noticed his presence, body kinked towards him and silvery eyes ablaze. For a moment, Ra'avis second guessed his choice to announce himself deep within the corners of his head, dark lips fighting the urge to purse and broadcast his short internal struggle. It seemed the women who made it to this corner of the world were of a different sort than he was used to; callous. Or maybe it was the patchwork boy's own fault. Maybe he was out-of-place in this new world. Still, there was the possibility, no matter how small or far-fetched, of this warrior warming up that kept his face amicably relaxed and legs propelling him forward.

Had her fascinatingly hued gaze been odd, her behavior when asked if he could share the hill with her was even odder. She seemed to be quite stoic, distant, hard to read. It was difficult to pick up on emotions and play off of them, and, to be quite frank, it frustrated Vis to no end. So when she finally let loose a snort and tossed her chiseled head he immediately latched onto it.

Tugging at one side of his dark muzzle was a small, lopsided grin when he turned his head to fully face his pale company. "I wouldn't be surprised if you did rule this land, or chase others for that matter. Surely seem capable of both."

At her next line of guttural dialogue it was the red brute's turn to let out a soft snort. "New enough to have only just learned it's name." Ra'avis paused for a moment to roll the new name around in his head, making note to remember it should he stay in this Tathra for longer than expected. "Would you happen to now the name of this scrub-hill as well?"

the red dragon of nowhere

For shipwrecks and sirens

16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino chimera|belongs to no heart

❤

[Kezz]

Comala had never taken kindly to strangers - as a child she had been exceptionally wary of them, staring suspiciously from beside her brother's high hip. With an absent father and a mother who was as feeble as the autumnal leaves about their feet it had been up to Nuka to face the threats which existed all around them. And though only a year older than his pale, ashen-eyed sister, he had taken up the task well, despite his youth and inexperience. Oh how Comala missed him: his smile, his ability to make light of any situation, his strength. But he was gone, six feet under, just like their mother.

When the two-toned man smiled it caught Comala off-guard momentarily, had he found amusement in her words? The dark-haired woman felt a bubbling of mild distaste in her blood, "I wouldn't be surprised if you did rule this land, or chase others for that matter. Surely seem capable of both." - Was he mocking her? A year or two ago Comala might have curled her lip, baring cold white enamels in a display of aversion, but she had learned from her brother one thing: it paid to have a little less haste. She chose instead to simply shrug, the great rolling of her iron-bon shoulders speaking for itself, grey eyes following his movements closely.

"Would you happen to know the name of this scrub-hill as well?" A simple, uncharged question - one that Comala, for the first time, felt at ease to answer. "I do not. Care to enlighten me? You're the first person I have encountered here, in fact. " The mare realised she couldn't care that he now knew of her solitary habituation, or that she was incredibly unknowledgable about their surroundings; she was quite capable of defending herself, though from his relaxed manner she doubted it would need to come to that.

"Did we miss the part where we introduce ourselves?" She spoke dryly, thick black syllables hanging heavy in the cold air.

ooc: lol pls kill me I just cannot seem to find a rhythm with her