When Rianne wandered the Freelands, she liked to pick a new place each time to explore. You could always encounter a variety of different horses in each place - darks in Kunipar Cliffs, for example. Since the Beaver Incident, however, Rianne was not too keen on wandering near the Cliffs anytime soon. Her blood was afire with the thought of heading somewhere that would keep her on her toes; there was nothing Rianne liked more than a jaunt to prove her dominance. Content with the very thought, Rianne decided she would explore the geysers that Wild Equines were reputed to have. Apparently it was a nice place, if a bit dangerous due to the spouts of blazing hot water that could explode from the ground at any one time. It would be a soothing location, if nothing else. The scratches around her legs still occasionally stung even though they had finally stopped randomly bleeding, but hot air could be comforting for them and maybe even encourage them to heal faster! Mind made up, Rianne oriented herself in the direction of the geysers and set off, tail held gracefully aloft. It would not be fitting if she appeared anything less than gorgeous as she made her way through the Freelands to her intended destination.
The bay mare could feel the heat of the geysers long before she arrived. Curls of warmth were carried by the wind down to where she was. Rianne breathed it all in appreciatively, excitement accelerating her space until finally she stood at the edge of an open plain chock full of geysers. One was emitting water even as she watched, shooting up into the sky as something in the earth expressed itself. Rianne had no idea how the ground was able to shoot out water like that, but it wasn't all too important for now. What was important was proving her worthiness to survive here. Smirk curving her mouth, Rianne set off, paying careful attention to the placement of her hooves as she glided over the terrain. It felt nice on her hooves, with an occasional splotch of wetness heralding a place where the geysers' water had fallen and would likely fall again. Rianne took careful mental notes of where these places were. Getting showered by boiling hot water was definitely not the mare's idea of a good time.
A sudden screech heralded the arrival of, well, Screech. The eagle settled on her back, thankfully not pricking her with her claws, and seemed content to let Rianne carry her around rather than fly herself. Brown eyes narrowed, Rianne glanced up the sky and wondered if the warm air messed with the air currents, making the place an unpleasant one to fly in. She'd permit herself to carry Screech for now, if only because Screech had gifted her with the beaver pelt clasped around her back right leg. When Screech leaned forward and started playing with the chrysocolla necklace loosely hanging around her neck, though, Rianne hissed warningly, cocking an ear to let her eagle know her displeasure. Screech was welcome as long as she behaved. Screech did back off, but decided to sink her claws slightly into Rianne's back. Rianne just knew it would bleed, adding to her already existing wounds, but decided she would permit it for now, looking back over the plain of geysers with a sigh that morphed into an appreciative whicker. This was a beautiful place.
tagged// R0man Num3ral5 for Benzene comments// Sorry this took a bit to get up! My muse went on vacation for a few days XD
Most of Benzens life had been a sheltered one. Living in the lands of the Helkaer since his birth, Castle Volkihar had been all he knew until Vulcan had been stolen and lost his position within the group. That year had been one of many unknowns. Would Vulcan return? How long would they stay in Sabbra Falls? It had been a year before the golden beast had returned, thanks to Vulcans faithful daughter and father, while his mate ruled Sabbra Falls in their sted. Benzene didn't get too involved with Vulcan, his family and herd, only following his mother, Iceland, wherever she deemed best. When Vulcan and his family left Sabbra Falls in search of a cure, that was when Iceland and Benzene departed, separating themselves from the group as they began to find their own place in the world. Along the way, Benzene said goodbye to his mother, being a young stallion of two years old, it had been the time that he left his mothers side to search for his own adventure. For the next year, the smoky grullo leopard appaloosa ran with a bachelor herd, taking part in training battles to build up his strength and ready himself for when he felt it was his time to join a herd or start his own.
Today was that day. The spotted grullo stallion said his good-byes as he turned his eyes to the land of Geysers, wanting to make that his last stop before inserting himself into someone's herd or challenging for one. It would be good to test his reflexes, but also to just have one more play before getting down to business. Long spotted limbs pulled the mixed stallion across the lands at a reasonable speed, not wasting any time until he started to feel the heat in the air and hearing the gushing of the Geysers. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as his hooves hit the spongy earth, heading headlong toward one of the Geysir pools. Just as Benzene drew close the ground began to rumble, Benzene sprung away just as the Geysir spirted boiling hot water, missing the falling water by only centimetres. Benzene chuckled to himself until his green eyes fell on a bay damsel not too far away, with what appeared to be an Eagle on her back. Curiosity got the better of Benzene as he sauntered over to the duo, holding his handsomely chiselled skull high as he did. "Well hello there. I'm Benzene. Seems you have something on your back." Benzene stated in even tones, hinting at the Eagle that he eyed cautiously. It wasn't every day you see such a large bird with huge talons, chilling on the back of an equine.
Comment: Blah, had no idea where I was going with this. I'm so sorry about the wait and the terrible post, but wanted to get something up for you!
Screech’s weight was going to be most unwelcome if she had to dodge any of the boiling water being spit out by the earth. Rianne had no interest in being boiled alive just because her eagle was feeling too lazy to fly – or perhaps was also fascinated by the water? Maybe the heat of it messed up the air currents or something. Whatever was the case, Rianne did not like the idea of her bay pelt getting marred no matter how welcoming Screech had been with the beaver pelt gift. It wouldn’t do for the bird to think she was better than Rianne, after all. But how to get the damned bird off her back? Maybe bucking into some boiling water? But no, she didn’t want to actually kill the bird, merely get Screech to not claw her. A warning snarl? Nah, if that worked Rianne would’ve been doing it a long time ago. The bay Akhal Teke pondered her issue even as the wind’s currents brought the scent of another to her on the wind – a stallion of some sort. Her brown eyes pivoted in his direction, watching him dodge a spurt of hot water. Good reflexes. Just as she noticed him, he appeared to notice her, green eyes looking right at her before he apparently decided to approach and greet her. It was only proper that the lesser greet the better, and thus Rianne lifted her head up proudly and arrogantly as he approached, brown eyes tracking his every step.
He would’ve been awfully hard to miss in any setting, what with the leopard pattern of his pelt. He stood out like an eyesore against the background of the geysers. Rianne wondered if she should exercise some frustration on the younger looking horse by using a few choice words to respond to his greeting, but he seemed to be eyeing Screech with the respect Screech was due. Even if his words were insolent – “something on your back”, indeed – there was potential there for one who respected the strength of a predatory bird, and also possessed good reflexes to boot. But a harsh remark certainly wasn’t remiss – her cutting tongue was always armed and ready to fire. Rianne felt a smirk twist her lips, sarcastic lyrics cutting into the air. Really? Something on my back? I hadn’t noticed! Hopefully he had offered the remark as an introduction instead of an insult to her senses. If the case was the latter, well, she’d have to school him in respect.
And did you notice that you’re standing in a field of boiling hot water? It was a rhetorical question, of course; he had noticed, or else he wouldn’t have dodged the first spurt before. I am Rianne. This is Screech. Take care not to get too close. This one’s a beaver hunter. Her words rang with fierce pride. She almost hoped he would get close, just so that Screech would harass him instead and she’d get to admire her bird in action. What brings you here?
tagged// R0man Num3ral5 notes// Your posting table for Benzene is gorgeous! XD