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good morning young prince - Alastor - Jul 16 2019
Orion was filled with many wonders: the star-like crystals, the unnatural, enigmatic structures, giant wolf statues in the cliffs-- but the strangest of them all was a big, stone chair on an elevated platform. It was researcher's wet dream, but for little Alastor, this "chair" was just another weird-looking rock, and a great place to nap.
Curled up on the seat of seat of the throne, the foal rested his head on the arm as he dozed off. Though, made of rock, its shape made it cozier than the Gorge's cave floors in Monoceros. After a long day of horsing around, this the perfect spot to unwind, and had the best view in all of Orion.
Alastor's soft nose trembled as his nicker in his sleep. The colt had started to snore. A heavy sleeper, it would take more than a few prods to roused this sleeping gemling. He wasn't leaving anytime soon.
It might as well have been Alastor's throne now.
"Speech."
Thoughts...
RE: good morning young prince - Adèlaide - Jul 16 2019
Adèlaide
I'm rotten to the bone, but my heart's still beating
She almost adored this room, if someone were to ask her she would merely say it was beautiful, no one was able to deny that, but the truth was far more than that. It was not merely beautiful, too many things held that title, this deserved more. The room was a spectacle, a wonderful dreamscape that the young pup could lose herself in if she allowed her mind to wander freely without being tethered to her body. Perhaps she was falling victim to its glow, perhaps it was drawing her in just like the spire had - and that spire she despised with her whole being - yet this felt different; she could walk away with her heart still hidden and her mind still intact should she decide to, it was merely that she couldn't bring herself to decide to. Before she had just been passing through the room to get to somewhere else, unable to stop and really appreciate what it offered the pup's eyes, now though she could stay for as long as desired, no one telling her she must leave.
Walking around the strange rock clusters, their purpose unknown and quite confusing, was what brought the young girl in sight of something else: taller than she, although it seemed almost everything was, though curled up on some rock, seemingly sleeping peacefully. How delightful! She didn't know what it was, it looked as if it had four legs just like her but they didn't end in paws, and it had a horn coming out of its head, definitely unlike her. She smiled at it, her usual little grin, no kindness to be found in its features. An idea had formed.
Adélaide back tracked so that she remained hidden behind some tall rock, able to see the throne and the creature should see just slightly stick her head around the rocks corner. She had the cluster of curiosities from Fornax still in her jaws, never going anywhere without them although lugging them around, although they were light, was quite hard so for the time being she stored them behind the rock with her, hidden far better than she was. Then, peeking her head out again to look at him, she attempted to call out "Come. I have something to show you." Her mind reached out with her words, dispersing the sound so that her very voice seemed to rise from the rocks themselves, appearing out from the throne as if it was that which was talking and its rocky subjects repeating the words back. The sound would be a little distorted, an echo, no one expected rocks to be able to talk well. She directed her voice closest to the throne so that it was louder there, whispering around the creature.
falling victim to your fantasy
RE: good morning young prince - Purity - Jul 18 2019
Purity's paws ached from walking, from curling his thick body between stones and constructs he had yet to understand. Pupils caged by mint were thin in the darkness, glittering quartz playing over his dark pelt with striking eyes hidden beneath the fur. He had yet to learn the limits of his body, to learn how to walk so gracefully as he should, but who was to blame? He was only several days old. That wasn't an excuse, though, and Purity had set out in another hunger-fueled exploration. His stomach was growling against his flesh, and it had been a while since Purity tried to hunt.
Licking his lips, he raised his snout to the air, drinking in the dusty scents of the caves. There. The faint traces of a trail elicited a response from the feline. A soft chirp of excitement passed his lips as he bent down, careful paws navigating among the rubble and destruction for a dance of destruction of his own. He had to be careful, though.
Purity's mouth hung open as the scents hit the roof of it. He was so close. He could taste it. Fur tingling with anticipation, he stalked forward, the dark pelt of a rodent coming into view. The rough tongue of a feline passed over Purity's lips in anticipation. So tantalizingly close... Rocking on his haunches, he set his sights on the beast, claws flexing in impatience.
The rodent squeaked as it lifted its snout to the air, noticing Purity's own floral scent. As quickly as it had been spotted, it skittered away.
A chase was on! A mrowl of anger came over Purity as he launched, claws outstretched to catch his prey. He didn't get the drop of surprise, but he could certainly keep up the chase! Clattering amidst the stones, the chase grew closer and closer to the peak of a hill. Purity was so close. He just had one more leap-!
A voice ringing out about him brought him out of his tunnel vision. Startled, he skidded to a halt, flying across the dust and rocks to smack into a wall he was just moments before ready to dodge. He could feel his pulse pounding. Frantically, he glanced side to side. He'd lost the mouse! Purity hissed with frustration as he slapped his claws against the floor below, raising to his haunches with a scowl on his face. That was pitiful. At least nobody had been around to see that.
Forgetting his tangled fur, Purity stood with frustration clearly read across his face, thick yet dainty paws pacing closer to where he'd heard the sound. No. It wasn't a sound- a voice. The feline cleared his throat before stepping forward. An accusatory glance was shot around to the shadows. Was he being hunted?"Who's there?" He hissed, head and tail held high in a show of pride. He was not to be hunted like some weak willed prey item.
Licking his lips, he raised his snout to the air, drinking in the dusty scents of the caves. There. The faint traces of a trail elicited a response from the feline. A soft chirp of excitement passed his lips as he bent down, careful paws navigating among the rubble and destruction for a dance of destruction of his own. He had to be careful, though.
Purity's mouth hung open as the scents hit the roof of it. He was so close. He could taste it. Fur tingling with anticipation, he stalked forward, the dark pelt of a rodent coming into view. The rough tongue of a feline passed over Purity's lips in anticipation. So tantalizingly close... Rocking on his haunches, he set his sights on the beast, claws flexing in impatience.
The rodent squeaked as it lifted its snout to the air, noticing Purity's own floral scent. As quickly as it had been spotted, it skittered away.
A chase was on! A mrowl of anger came over Purity as he launched, claws outstretched to catch his prey. He didn't get the drop of surprise, but he could certainly keep up the chase! Clattering amidst the stones, the chase grew closer and closer to the peak of a hill. Purity was so close. He just had one more leap-!
A voice ringing out about him brought him out of his tunnel vision. Startled, he skidded to a halt, flying across the dust and rocks to smack into a wall he was just moments before ready to dodge. He could feel his pulse pounding. Frantically, he glanced side to side. He'd lost the mouse! Purity hissed with frustration as he slapped his claws against the floor below, raising to his haunches with a scowl on his face. That was pitiful. At least nobody had been around to see that.
Forgetting his tangled fur, Purity stood with frustration clearly read across his face, thick yet dainty paws pacing closer to where he'd heard the sound. No. It wasn't a sound- a voice. The feline cleared his throat before stepping forward. An accusatory glance was shot around to the shadows. Was he being hunted?
@Alastor