Fimbulvetr

Poppy

Character OTS

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OTS 2

Aishe & Evandr

Couple OTS


Private Leagues Above and Leagues Below

#1
It had been days since the storm ripped her from her home, chewed her up, and spit her back out in foreign land. From the interlocking grasp of the tree's roots that trapped her in to the unrelenting jaws of angry tunnels that flushed her out into open water. She'd hardly spent time alone in her life, the thick cloud of her fellow city dwellers constant company in a lush world, but here. Here was dark emptiness. The water was cold and chilling when it should be warming for spring. The fish fled in fear of her encroaching shadow and the plants that did manage to keep a grasp on life in this bleak place was dull in both color and taste. For the first time, she was left to her own devices, her own thoughts, her own shattered mind and the true insanity it bore becoming more apparent to her than it had in the past. The crush torrent from not long ago already breaking apart in shattered remnants. Yes the fear was clear as the waters of her home, but the images became less and less clear the more she dwelled upon them. How long had it even been? At least a day, she knew that much. It was at least one, but possibly three days.

"Mutter muss sich Sorgen machen." She sighed. In her time alone in the depths of the lake she'd succumbed to talking to herself, convinced that she would find her way some how and talking about just how much trouble she'd be in this time. Who else would she speak to? The fish that fled at the mere sight of her? Hardly so! But the silence was deafening. Poppy's bright orange and white scales stood out against the deep blue gray of the deep water when she rose closer to the surface, but recent events marred her and she was reluctant to breach the surface for fear of being punished by the sky once more. But fear could only keep a curious fish at bay for so long.

At the edge of the shelf where the water drops deep, she paced, swimming back and forth along it, not for fear of breaching as she was small in size and could surely swim closer to the edge, but what would await her from dry land? Splashed of dull browns, greens, and greys swamped her brain, the dull swatches that remained of her brief time ashore, but would this be the same or would this strange new world's upper ground reveal the same brightly colored scenery her watery one once held? Among her pacing an encroaching shadow covered her vision for a moment. Rolling in the water on her back so that her belly faced the air, she looked on with curiosity. Perhaps it was one of the strange thin things that swam in the sky or time had just encroached far enough for trees to cast shadows over her. She could stand it no longer and twisted herself right side up with ease as she overlapped onto the shelf and easily slid herself up into shallow water, her head breaching far above the surface, but her neck was leaned back as her head pointed towards the clouds. The water and sunlight glittered off her pristine scales as huffed breathes billowed out a strange mist she was unfamiliar with. Tilting her head back down, she huffed out a heavy breath, her eyes crossed to see this strange new occurrence in the cold air that stung at her gills, but this seemed far more interesting and important than that minor annoyance. "Was war das? Ach, Es ist sehr seltsam!" She was so entranced by this new thing that she'd completely forgotten what it was she was meant to be doing at the shore, oblivious to any may be near by as she essentially played with her own breath.


Skaug
Tag: @[Poppy]

#2

He had needed to stretch his wings before the chills really started to settle in. Despite the early dawn of Vinter, there was already a thick blanket of alabaster snow. It wouldn't be much longer now until the frigid temperatures of the higher altitudes would force him back to terrestrial navigation for the remainder of the year. But, for now, he was content to suffer the frigidly low temperatures to give his quad seraphim wings a chance to taste the air currents again. Hazel kissed primaries shuddered in the racing zephyrs as the robust pegasus adjusted his vast flight-appendages, sending him in a slow arch over the vast lake of the central territories.

It greeted him with the enthusiasm of an old friend, the unfrozen water winking with blinding flashes of sunlight as the rays danced along its frosted surface. Columns of steam rolled from his scarred nostrils, the thin air instantly freezing his hot breath along the whiskers of his muzzle. Alright... perhaps the season's change had come too harsh and his last flight would be cut short. Sharpening his descent, Skaug spiraled in great, sweeping circles until he skirted along the eerily still surface of the lake. Lazily he rode the gales, passing over the deep sapphire surface of the water, once only sparring a glance to a blurred orange creature below the surface.

By time his mind's eye decoded what his eyes had seen, Skaug's speed had carried him to the tree dotted shores. With great heaves of his massive wings, and careful not to crush his leonine tail below his weight, the stag deposited himself upon the frozen lake bed. A chill ran down his spine as he tossed a glance over his shoulder, curious at what he'd spied beneath the water's surface. Was this realm prone to aquatic creatures as magnificent as the biomes? Through the harsh lighting, his milky gaze of four eyes slit. For awhile there was nothing, just the steady come and go of the lake's gentle waves, but then there. Slipping through the water's surface as if removing a veil, a golden piebald hippocampus peered from the depths. At first Skaug could only stare back. He'd never seen their equivalent of a meremaid and had only heard tale of them in fables told by mother's raising their kin in kinder kingdom's than his own. But here she was... scaled, sunlight dancing along her smooth flesh, and her eyes wide. And staring.

Skaug looked to his left, then to his right, satisfying his curiosity that they were alone. Then his four quartz visionaries darted back to her, another plume of hot air rising from his cold nares. "Can I help you?"

W C: 450
T A G: Poppy
M U S E: 2.75/5
O O C: ...
SKAUG
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]

#3
The small she was lost in a trance all her own, marveling at world so foreign. the thought never occurred to her that to this world, she was just as strange and foreign, a sight to be marveled, something once thought a wives tale, but there she sat plain as day before something that in her eyes was nothing more than a rumor whispered on hushed lips between fillies that reveled in the excitement of a fearful tyrant. But not Poppy, surely not. Her head quickly snapped around at the sound of a voice, one with a deep rumble to it that forced it's way out of the towering man's chest. It was almost like a growl or a purr, though neither of those where sounds she was familiar with and thus he had gained her sole, undivided attention in a mere instance. He had as many eyes as he had legs and sprawling limbs that looked like those of the long things that swam in the sky! Perhaps it was him that cast the shadow, but such a fleeting thing had long slipped her mind and she couldn't even recall what drove her to shore any longer.

Those dark eyes laid wide in her face, darting all over him, not sure what to focus on first, but erupting in so many questions, trying to grasp one as it swam through her brain. It was like a pond filled with minnows darting the rushing past, the sheer volume warranting at least one caught, but the slippery little creatures never seemed to hold still long enough. Finally, she snagged a single thought. Trying to pull herself closer, eager to get a better look, she called out "Beine!" No, that wasn't right. She understood him and wanted him to understand her as well. There was a brief pause as she scrambled for the words. Coming from a family of diplomates, they tried to teach her many languages, but her brain could not handle such information well, like a barrel with holes punched in it, the contents continued to leak out without pause, but this one, this one stuck more than the rest. "That! You have the leg!" It was still choppy and just a little bit wrong, but her thoughts came across for the most part. She's never met a land dweller before and was unsure how they traversed such a solid terrain at all, but this explained so much! They had four legs rather than fins! "And the sky swimmers!" She added, looking up at his wings. She'd tried to lift herself up on her front legs, but he still towered over her. His looming shadow didn't deter her in any way though, not bothered by the scars and musculature that demanded respect and fear, instead greeting him with a child like curiosity.

Even the hair that cascaded off his neck was entrancingly new. He tail billowed out behind her in the water as she fidgeted in place, continuing to look on with intense interest, "How do leg?" She asked, coming closer, but a strikingly familiar sensation of pain and fear panged in her chest. Her mouth left a bit a gap as her gills shifted at her side, and she let out a soft gasp. In her moment of distraction, she'd pulled herself too far from the water and was struggling to breathe. She quickly began to push back on the shore and into the water, catching her breath once more before returning to her new friend's feet, deciding to instead remain on tucked knees.


Skaug
Tag: @[Poppy]

#4

Was it not burly men like himself that had always fallen to siren song in those cautionary tales of old? Should he not be broken with shock and awe at the mere majesty of an equal make of his own suited for aquatic living rather than land? But no... before his quartz gaze had the time to blink in succession, to truly solidify he was not hallucinating, that small finned girl was erupting with exclamations. Skaug needn't know what the hippocampus was saying to clearly understand the girl's surprise. If he had been the sociable type, perhaps he would have found it infectious. But he felt no suck creeping curiosity itching along his spine, but rather found himself thoroughly warm with an embarrassment he'd not reunited with since his colt years. The leg? She spoke so fanatically about his legs - legs, he had to continue to remind himself - that even the massive umber hessian turned his eerie visionaries to his feathered hooves.

They were legs... Round with supple muscle, littered with scars from past transgressions, and feathered towards the ends so that his slate hooves were indiscernible through the collection of powdery snow that already clung to his pelt. He rose one to peer at it still as if it he expected it to turn purple or fall off right before his eyes all the while she drew closer. Finally, she exclaimed again, so very close now, that Skaug felt compelled to take a single step back. She was relentless in her approach, eagerness and a child-like fascination dripping from her like the sleep crystalline waters did off of her scales. Sky swimmers? If she had not been so obviously gaping at his wings perhaps it would have taken the stallion longer to understand. But just as he had with his leg - his leg - he turned his milky gaze to his caramel tipped wings. They outstretched, fanning the primary flight feathers. He watched the colors of the quills as they swept deftly over one another in the perfect pattern that constructed flight. Deep beneath the layers the feathers were almost black, but at the surface soft creams, drizzle, and rich bay painted each and every individual piece to the very elaborate natural puzzle. Sky swimmers... he supposed he understood that.

Finally she asked a question, and it drew him from his own investigations of his body back to the nearly opalescent image of the hippocampus. But she spun back, a quiet gasp on her lips, as she pushed back into the water. He hadn't even seen how close she'd drawn. If he had, kindness wouldn't have met the femme, but as she tucked on her knees at his hooves, those dark eyes of hers just as inquisitive before her... spasm....  he found the first creeping itch of discomfort. Skaug had been stared at for numerous reasons. Mainly his rather daemonic aesthetic, one that resembled deities in other worlds that were shunned simply due to misunderstanding. He too had been shunned from time to time by the same misunderstandings, while others sought him out to take advantage of the very thing others demonized him for. But this small thing? With her bright orange marks and alabaster scales displayed wonder. Had anyone every looked at him like that? The thought turned his mind's eye sour, and he snuffed the wandering thoughts with a strangled snort. "I imagine how you "do" swim." he growled back, voice low, unsure how to answer it. He'd never had to really think about legging before.

W C: 592
T A G: @[Popp
M U S E: 3.5/5
O O C: I love her
SKAUG
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]

#5
Poppy watched him move as he seemed to be seeing his own body for the first time. Yes, he'd seen it in passing glances, but as if he was really seeing it the first time. His ghostly eyes taking detailed notes of his own being and every story that he held deep in that dark hide of his. The poor hippocampus studied him with such eager desperation, wanting to remember every movement, each subtle curve of the muscles in his strange body, but not in the way one falls in love, no. She was not falling in love with the four eyed beast, but she was falling in love with his world. A world vaster than any she could dream of with things and horses unlike any before. She tried so desperately to hold on to the memories, but she could been seen doing a double take at his features, then a triple take, and even a forth. The shapes in their basic form started to leave an impression in her head, but the tide would surely come in and wash it away from her. Such was the curse she lived with.

When Poppy was a small child, her mother would tell her a story of how she was 'enchanted' with what was supposed to be a gift. Because of her love of learning and exploring, a land walker blessed young Poppy so that she may never run out of things to learn and discover, but nothing comes without a price. Poppy would always have something to explore and find because she would not remember finding it. The story had been told to her so many times that she could recite it word for word should anyone ask. However, Poppy knew it was no enchantment, blessing, curse or any such thing. There were no faults in her stars, only faults in her and it was a rough truth to bear, but there was little else she could do, but try to life her life full because each day IS her life. The future has not come yet and the past abandons her like blood abandons a flesh wound so she must spend every moment as if it is both her first and her last.

So here, today, this monster of feathers, horns, and scars was her life. And what kind of life would it be if she was riddled with fear? So her gaze, filled with so many questions that she could ask for an eternity and never run out, it remained locked into his. Looking into each of his ghostly eyes at a time. At first glance, they seem almost vacant, clouded in a milky film, but the long and harder the looked, the deeper she dove into Skaug, who he was, but it was nothing more than glimpse. Her smile never faltered, her heart and eyes pure as she drank in this moment with a being that appeared to be carved from evil. But he was no evil thing, yes he may have done evil things, but he himself was not evil. When he growled a response to her strange question, not really mocking her speech, but mimicking it sort of, she was more than happy to give him an answer. She twisted her neck, looking back at her own body instead of his for a change, her more flexible body starting to move side to side in a swimming motion instinctive to a being of the water. Looking back up at him, she confirmed her demonstration with a very simple phrase. "I swim, you leg!" She could not remember the word she so desperately wanted him to know. Her brows creased as she tried to think of a better way to express her question to him.

"Ich schwimme," She said carefully, making sure to enunciate for him as she showed him once more her own swimming motion. She then pushed herself up on her front legs for a moment, a very crude, unbalanced, awkward motion of her mimicking what she thought walking might look like. She looked down at her own feet before sinking back onto her knees and looking back up at him and saying "Du laufst." It was not a common word to her people and why would it be? What use could Hippocampi have for a word that means to walk? They really only used it to describe the land dwellers, calling them 'Das Lauf' or the Walkers in the common tongue.

The longer she looked up at him, the more curious she became of his hair. She did not understand fur, but his pelt lay sleek against him and she had yet to notice that it was not merely skin. While Poppy bore body of scales that protected her, there were others who held sleek skin like that of an eel, but hair? No one had hair. Some had fins in the same place as his hair, but it was not the same thing, not really.


Skaug
Tag: @[Poppy]

#6

In a strange way, this hippocampus reminded Skaug of his sister. The insatiable curiosity that she witnessed the world with and her conquer over her own fear inspired memories that the hessian had long attempted to forget. Most of Grenlid's life he'd chased her; if it wasn't to lands unknown it was into the hands of danger. And each and every time Skaug plucked her from the dangers that she so often gravitated too. Perhaps it was some inner calling of hers, some semblance of the life she couldn't recall before he'd found her. Whatever it was, the occult, the shadow, the darkness had always drawn itself to her. Even in the end. A fleeting image surfaced in his mind's eye: that emerald sheened filly, more a woman then, standing at the precipice of a... Skaug wasn't sure. But the undulating and ethereal fabrics it ripped in the very fabric of plane and space were abyssal, the edges frayed like true ancient garments and glowing of brilliant sea foam light (just like Grenlid's eyes). Her thick, rotund frame is a silhouette, her ghastly antlers somehow sinister in the light. She hadn't been afraid of its beck and call. She hadn't been afraid to step into the Void. Hell.... she had pushed him out of the way.

A snort rippled through Skaug's scarred face as his quad gaze hid beneath curtains of deep umber. Despite the curious girl at his hooves accentuating her speech - she was trying to make certain he understood her translations - he clasped his eyes shut and forced any image from his mind. Below the chiseled muscles of his chest his heart felt constricted, as if a black tendril of that odious darkness had wrapped around it and threatened to suffocate it. His visage jerked inward, as if physically he could draw away from the memories he repeatedly attempted the cloud away with blackness, but to some degree it worked. With clear mind, his quartz gaze fluttered back open, tossing it back to the piebald femme who had just plopped back into the water after another one of her demonstrations. He felt a sudden urge to apologize but did not. Rather, her curious eyes that greedily ate up his shapes, colors, and features just made him itch with discomfort. It wasn't the kind of ogling he was accustom to for few had ever found his outwardly intimidating characteristics fascinating. That was, unless they thought they could use it to their advantage.

Skaug drew a deep inhale as his focus squared upon the curious lass again. It pained him still and threatened to resurface disassociated recollections but the beast fought through it. That was what he was after all, born and raised. Clearing his throat, Skaug glanced again down at his legs. Walking... Another puff of air ruptured from his nostrils with columns of steam, and the first of his thick limbs rose above the alabaster snow and drew him a step along the lake bed. Another followed, then another. He aimlessly wandered the frozen lake shore, cloak in tow and sun bleached mane swaying and jumping with the cadence of his stride. His strides were long naturally, but there was a reined attribute about them now, not that she would have been the wiser. Finally, when he figured he had gone far enough, he planted his hinds into the chill and frost and pivoted back her away. "Lauf....", he mumbled, halting back near where he had started.

Had he known that his last temperate vinter day would have transpired anything like this, perhaps he would have tried to be in a better mood.

W C: 605
T A G: Poppy
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: oof
SKAUG
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]

#7
She remained blissfully unaware of the pain her presence caused him. Her small frame tearing gaping holes into his memories, drudging up pain long since locked away behind those crystalline eyes. But Poppy, in her innocent world could know no such pain. And if in some way she had, her affliction turned from curse to blessing, freeing her from the shackles of painful pasts. Orbs of velvety chocolate stared up at him, searching through his tired expression for understanding. Slowly, his eyes opened again to meet hers before tearing away once again as he slowly started walking down the shore line. Her heart lit up and she wobbled after him a few inches on her knees. She watched his legs carefully with an intense interest and desire. Why did she not have legs? That thought caused turmoil in her brain and she didn't understand the reasoning at all. Her parents use to go to the surface all all the time, but not her, she was never allowed. But why could she not? Was it not a could, but a should not? Oh she couldn't recall, the little things from her home already beginning to slip from the recesses of her mind.

But fresh, here in the moment, the monstrous Skaug treated her with such gentle understanding, giving in to her questions. As he turned and returned to small Poppy at the water's edge, she turned and contorted herself to look at her fins. They seemed to be placed in a similar area to Skaug's back leg's if only they could be such a thing. One fin began to move a bit strangely, perhaps it was just a trick from the water, but it soon became apparent that it was much more than that. The once delicate, fluid opal white fins began to morph, strengthening less into a draping fabric and more into flesh and bone. Scales began to take shape over the new found leg that adorned her. Soon, the other fin also began to shift and morph, her only long body shortening into something more accustomed to land equines. Her long tail drawing up on her rump in a long draping fashion as if make of silk. Even the gills that carved her neck and sides open forced themselves shut but remained fragile and delicate without the protection of scales.

Her new found land legs shakily pushed themselves up under her, raising her rear end up first before unfurling her front legs. She still stood no where near as tall as he and her legs didn't quite know what to do, hardly allowing her to stand like a new born foal. The wide eyes that once stared up at him where now fixed on her own new appendages before her head shot up. "I HAVE LEG!" Poppy could not contain her excitement, trying to hop forward or step, or something, but nothing seemed to work like it was suppose to yet and she ended back down in the water, legs splayed crudely, but not even this dampened her enthusiasm, merely trying to get back up again, determined to figure out this strange thing called walking.


Skaug
Tag: @[Poppy]

#8

It seemed if the day could become any stranger, it would.

He'd relented to all of her curiosities and allowed himself to be ogled like some sort of traveling caravan attraction but still the abnormalities of the day failed to cease. Her elation at his cooperation did buffer the melancholy threatening to steal away the previous pleasure he'd found in the day, and perhaps still yet the girl who had reminded him of another long buried in his past would stupefy him. As she turned her dainty mug away and cast her curious eyes back to her own hindquarters, so to did Skaug. The quadruple quartz orbs of his slipped back and watched how the chilled, winter water lapped lazily along her opalescent scales, and a smile nearly graced his face. Everything about her, from the intricate colors her hide cast in the sunlight to the marveling glint of her velvety ecru eyes, spoke of a child-like quality that Skaug (and many others) would never feel again.

There was no warning when the gossamer frills of her tail started to morph. When he laid his head to rest this night he'd come to realize that maybe his mind hadn't the proficiency to process the transformation that happened right before his eyes. But whatever arcanic abilities transformed the hippocampus into... well... a land walker. Not unlike a foal's first time Poppy wobbled upon her legs, the sun still reflecting an array of creams and peals along the scales of her hide, Poppy tried to pull herself to a stand. Skaug had fallen entirely off of her radar, and for it he was glad - the limelight wasn't his thing. But this? He had no idea how to handle it...

At first his brow furrowed and a snort bursting with hot grey steam erupted from his nostrils as his visage snapped back. An unconscious tilt cocked his crown of horns, and those usually haunted visionaries of his shone with only the virgin white of confusion. At his hinds his leonine tail snapped back and forth not out of ire at the lass herself, but with the surmounting disbelief that swelled inside him. Hippocampi didn't have legs... but... somehow this one did now. A dull ache throbbed at the base of his nape and crown as Skaug shook his visage, tossing peat hued locks into disarray. They laid about him like a mop, a perfect illustration of the bewilderment he faced with this fracturing reality displayed before him. And no longer could his own ogling go on, for the koi-lass' lips ripped open with a declaration that she did in fact have the leg.

Skaug's natural response was to tense, his wings jerking outward and an instinctive lean back on his haunches providing the staggering girl space. But what kind of man was he to lean away from a girl? To let her struggle so? The miniature, self-rebuke instantly pushed him back towards her. Swinging his more baroque, robust frame around he inched close enough to support her. His duo-wings parted, the long primary feathers tipped with caramel stripes and blackened tips hovering to her other side - as if he would catch her if she were to stumble again. Forced to lower himself, the stud buckled his knee closest her her before swinging into her and pulling himself - and her - upright. "Careful..." he muttered, still reeling from the unexpected events of the day. She left an imprint of cold damp on him, and when he pulled away the winter zephyrs struck it with piercing freeze, but he was not so sure he could feel it. Or well... if his mind had the available space to even process if he felt it. For here the wee lass was, standing on her own four legs, dripping with the crystalline waters she'd slipped from.

W C: 641
T A G: @[Poppy]
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: sorry this is rambly and terrible but finally!!!
SKAUG
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]