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Post by faeriiefox on Feb 12, 2024 14:22:33 GMT -7
ROWAN
Amidst the serene beauty of the beach, Rowan stood alone, his gaze fixed upon the endless expanse of the sea stretching out before him. The rhythmic crash of the waves against the shore was a soothing symphony, yet beneath the calm surface lurked memories that stirred his soul. As the salty breeze kissed his skin, Rowan's thoughts drifted to a time long past, to a mate lost to the ravages of war and time. Her memory lingered like a bittersweet echo, a haunting melody that resonated within the depths of his being. He remembered her with a profound sadness, his heart heavy with the weight of her absence. She had been his confidante, his companion in the darkest of days, and the loss of her presence left an ache that refused to be assuaged. She had been who he had seen himself with for the rest of his life, and yet... She had been taken away. And he hadn't been there. He hadn't been able to save her.
With a heavy sigh, Rowan closed his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the memories of their time together. He recalled the warmth of her embrace, the softness of her laughter, and the fierce determination in her eyes as she stood by his side whenever he came back from any battle.
But now she was gone, her light extinguished, leaving behind only the echoes of her presence etched upon the sands of time. And though the pain of her loss threatened to overwhelm him, Rowan drew strength from her memory, a silent vow to honor her legacy with every breath he took, to make up for the pain that he caused her.
With a solemn determination, Rowan opened his eyes once more, his gaze steely and resolute, like always. And so, with the crashing waves as his only witness, Rowan stood tall upon the shore, a silent sentinel looking like he was guarding the border between the ocean and the land, his eyes forever haunted by the memory of a love he had not deserved, and would never forget.
tag; open to anyone notes; just a sad warrior, needs someone to talk to xD if someone wants to plot with him, I'd love for him to be a guard to someone royal or the like
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Post by + ebonite + on Feb 29, 2024 20:53:53 GMT -7
vojorn As the lead of Dark Woods moved through the Free lands, she found herself remembering a time so many years ago when she came here almost every day. As a youth, she'd been rather quiet and reserved, a fact that would shock many who knew her as she was today, she was sure. Her early life had not been easy. Her grandfather, Lateralus, had died to protect her, her twin brother, and her mother, Reth, as he'd been giving birth. At two years old, Vojorn had lost her father to a heart condition, a tragedy that had caused her twin brother to leave the herd entirely without a word to anyone else. Perhaps these tragedies had made her quiet as a child, but perhaps they had also made her want to be brave. Her first trip to the Free lands had been so exhilarating and she'd talked so easily to everyone she had met. And at that point she had realized that she wanted to meet with other people. She loved getting to know other people and hearing what they had to see. So many people with so many different stories! She'd loved it and so she had blossomed into the sociable creature she was today. That was what she had always been. Today, she felt so far away from that person that she'd been. So many things had happened since she first stepped foot into these lands. She was a leader, a mother of three, gladiator champion, and survivor of torture at the hands of a cambion. Her home had been burned down by the Helkaer and she'd lost all of her siblings to wanderlust. A small smile crept up her lips as she walked, her hooves sinking lightly in the sand. She did have to say that she was pleased she was able to wander here again, though. There was a time after she'd returned home that she was afraid to ever leave Dark Woods again. Now she felt confident enough to try again. And also confident enough to approach strangers once more. A lone stallion stood in her line of vision as she traversed the beach, her steps as confident as if she hadn't gone through what she had less than a year ago. He was a curiously colored beast, part of him gray and part of him black. She wasn't unused to seeing unusually colored horses, however. One only needed to look to her first two children, Vrakali and Osias, for proof of that. She did wonder what he was thinking about though. He had a stoic - perhaps sad? - expression on his face. That lead her to believe that he had a story to tell. And she did loving hearing stories. If he wanted to indulge her, that was. She'd move on if he didn't want to talk. She wasn't rude like that. "Hello there," she greeted him once she was within earshot, "you look like you have a lot on your mind." She offered the invitation for a conversation there, if he wanted to take it. profiletag faeriiefoxtimeline after she meets with nikko's melody notes <33 "Speech"art by littleanimesecrets
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Post by faeriiefox on Apr 15, 2024 8:31:01 GMT -7
ROWAN
Rowan's gaze shifted from the endless expanse of the sea to the approaching figure. A mare. Not one he had ever seen before, but he was not one to cower in the presence of others. He observed her with a mixture of curiosity and guardedness, his stoic expression unwavering and unrevealing in what emotions he was currently handling on the inside. As she drew near and offered a greeting, Rowan inclined his head in acknowledgment, his eyes holding a glimmer of acknowledgment. "Greetings." he replied, his voice carrying a weight of both weariness and resilience. He paused for a moment, considering her presence and the offer of conversation. Despite the barriers he had built around himself, there was a flicker of something within him, a longing perhaps, to share the burdens he carried. "I've known my share of trials and tribulations," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Memories, they linger like shadows upon the sands." Rowan's words hung in the air, thick with unspoken stories and emotions. Though hesitant to fully open up, there was a subtle invitation in his demeanor, he could possibly speak more if the topic was right, and otherwise he would just stay quiet, like he usually did. He wasn't one to blabber out about himself, and even now he knew that he would not speak of what he had experienced, but there were other topics they could speak about... The weather perhaps? Letting his eyes turn to look out over the water once more, just for a few moments, he then looked back at her before shifting his weight ever so slightly to at least try and appear more inviting to be spoken to. He might be a lone wolf in how he acted, but he knew manners, at the very least. tag; + ebonite +notes;
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