~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

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[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(I don't remember to put sox on but I remember these weird names and the storyline waiiii.
I'll recap just a bit. I think.)

Flounder and whatshisface pounded on the door. "Oi! Are ye done in there yet? It'll be noon before we get on the road!"
Neo blushed and pulled himself from her honey brown eyes. "Sorry." He whispered, furling his colored wings back to their respective shoulders -which is to say, off of hers. He touched her cheek. "You can stay here, in my room, until you're ready for the journey. Unil then," the prince's eyes swirled green, the same color slowly creeping through the veins in his arms until it his fingertips illuminated. From them, a stem spiraled through her hair, blossoming into a rose.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(I don't remember to put sox on but I remember these weird names and the storyline waiiii.
I'll recap just a bit. I think.)

Flounder and whatshisface pounded on the door. "Oi! Are ye done in there yet? It'll be noon before we get on the road!"
Neo blushed and pulled himself from her honey brown eyes. "Sorry." He whispered, furling his colored wings back to their respective shoulders -which is to say, off of hers. He touched her cheek. "You can stay here, in my room, until you're ready for the journey. Unil then," the prince's eyes swirled green, the same color slowly creeping through the veins in his arms until it his fingertips illuminated. From them, a stem spiraled through her hair, blossoming into a rose.

Xyla gave him a meek wave and that same deep gaze once again as she always had as they parted. Her eyes followed his colorful wings, his tall frame as he opened the door. She touched the rose on her head in silent wonder, her eyes shining with appreciation for him as they parted. As soon as she got better. Then she would finally see him....she just hoped his personality wouldn't be too changed by the training.
(Timeskip for when she heads out for him or what now?)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Xyla gave him a meek wave and that same deep gaze once again as she always had as they parted. Her eyes followed his colorful wings, his tall frame as he opened the door. She touched the rose on her head in silent wonder, her eyes shining with appreciation for him as they parted. As soon as she got better. Then she would finally see him....she just hoped his personality wouldn't be too changed by the training.
(Timeskip for when she heads out for him or what now?)

(As you wish, m'lady)


Dear Kitty,
Sorry I havent written you in a while. Flounder is trying to get me to focus on windreading and has had me out from dawn till dusk every bloody day. In truth, it just makes me worry more about you and how you are doing.
The air is different here. Lighter almost, and dry as a bone. They do not have the constant rains that they do at home, but whenever it does storm you can bet Flounder has me out in it. I think he might fancy getting struck by lightening. I guess I enjoy the old gull's company enough. I haven't killed him yet, anyway... Though I might have left a crab in his bedroll.
The people are different, too. Not as stiff and stern, at least for the most part. They get kind of roudy at the dinner table, and there are these things called 'taverns' that are constantly full of people, especially at night. Flounder won't let me in, but I like to sit outside and listen to the music. Friends are more like family, and family is more tight-knit. Everyone's so friendly here that they'll just walk up and start talking to you. Just like that!
I can't wait to share this world with you.

-truely yours,
Neo

P.S. If Akala gives you any trouble, give her a good whump on the head for me. She needs one about every other day.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(As you wish, m'lady)


Dear Kitty,
Sorry I havent written you in a while. Flounder is trying to get me to focus on windreading and has had me out from dawn till dusk every bloody day. In truth, it just makes me worry more about you and how you are doing.
The air is different here. Lighter almost, and dry as a bone. They do not have the constant rains that they do at home, but whenever it does storm you can bet Flounder has me out in it. I think he might fancy getting struck by lightening. I guess I enjoy the old gull's company enough. I haven't killed him yet, anyway... Though I might have left a crab in his bedroll.
The people are different, too. Not as stiff and stern, at least for the most part. They get kind of roudy at the dinner table, and there are these things called 'taverns' that are constantly full of people, especially at night. Flounder won't let me in, but I like to sit outside and listen to the music. Friends are more like family, and family is more tight-knit. Everyone's so friendly here that they'll just walk up and start talking to you. Just like that!
I can't wait to share this world with you.

-truely yours,
Neo

P.S. If Akala gives you any trouble, give her a good whump on the head for me. She needs one about every other day.

(And here she comes, if that's fine with you miss )
Xyla held the letter tight to her chest, taking a deep sigh as she realized it was finally time to return to Neo. It had been almost two months and she had been preparing to leave for quite a while now, with no warning in advance for Neo. It would be a surprise and one that she truly wished he would enjoy. She had let the chief, along with Akala, even though she admittedly wasn't her favorite Spirit ever, know that she was to depart, and the healers had cleared her, much to her disdain (that she had to interact with healers once again), but she had been in a much stronger emotional state this time around, with Neo as her focus. As she set out from Neo's tribe, she took a detour to her own home to apply some paint, selecting a vast array of green and orange for the special occasion, applying it as the other girls of the Spirits had done before her. As her mother had abandoned her early, no one had ever taught her how to do it formally, but perhaps that was for the best because she took more freedom with the paint swirls and design. Then, she set out, knowing the overall direction of the village. She decided that she would take several stops to avoid fatigue and the paint being melted away by sweat. The entire voyage took three days, as she opted to fly over the lake to SeaPoint. One day to the border of the ocean, one day to cross it, one day to arrive at SeaPoint, where she arrived in the early evening hours. When she finally arrived she was immediately surprised by the bustling streets, filled with people with complexions similar to Flounder...fish scales, shining in the dimming sunlight. She shook her head in disdain at the sight of the swarm, feeling as if she would never be able to locate Neo. But a few questions to the friendly Ripple pointed her to the tavern area of the village, where she stood in an alleyway, analyzing the people entering the bar. No Neo in sight, but hope rooted her in place, hoping she could spy him.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(And here she comes, if that's fine with you miss )
Xyla held the letter tight to her chest, taking a deep sigh as she realized it was finally time to return to Neo. It had been almost two months and she had been preparing to leave for quite a while now, with no warning in advance for Neo. It would be a surprise and one that she truly wished he would enjoy. She had let the chief, along with Akala, even though she admittedly wasn't her favorite Spirit ever, know that she was to depart, and the healers had cleared her, much to her disdain (that she had to interact with healers once again), but she had been in a much stronger emotional state this time around, with Neo as her focus. As she set out from Neo's tribe, she took a detour to her own home to apply some paint, selecting a vast array of green and orange for the special occasion, applying it as the other girls of the Spirits had done before her. As her mother had abandoned her early, no one had ever taught her how to do it formally, but perhaps that was for the best because she took more freedom with the paint swirls and design. Then, she set out, knowing the overall direction of the village. She decided that she would take several stops to avoid fatigue and the paint being melted away by sweat. The entire voyage took three days, as she opted to fly over the lake to SeaPoint. One day to the border of the ocean, one day to cross it, one day to arrive at SeaPoint, where she arrived in the early evening hours. When she finally arrived she was immediately surprised by the bustling streets, filled with people with complexions similar to Flounder...fish scales, shining in the dimming sunlight. She shook her head in disdain at the sight of the swarm, feeling as if she would never be able to locate Neo. But a few questions to the friendly Ripple pointed her to the tavern area of the village, where she stood in an alleyway, analyzing the people entering the bar. No Neo in sight, but hope rooted her in place, hoping she could spy him.

Seagulls scattered as he coasted over the beach, one hand fingering the sand as it flew past beneath him. Pull up, pull up, pull up! Said the little voice in the back of his head that kept him from doing stupid things, but of course he didn't listen.
He lifted his hand as the beach turned rocky, heart in his throat, teeth gritted. Up ahead reared the face of a cliff. A face with a cave's mouth. And teeth.
Calm down, Neo. Focus and don't. Flap.
More rocks jutted into the air as he grew closer and closer to the ground.
Focus. Not yet, not yet-
Then the waves crashed, and with them carried a breeze that carried him not up- but faster towards the teeth. Faster and faster the ground raced beneath him, rocky nails that dotted the ground. He smirked as his father's words echoed in his ears. Always riding the ragged edge of disaster. Silly boy. You'll never amount to anything.
...Yeah? Well watch this old man.
He flapped, bits of colorful feather cut off by the stones. Gaining height and the tailwind pushing him faster still as he dove into the earthen mouth.
His eyes flared wide as the darkness fell over him like a blanket, yet the wind stuck with him. He pumped his wings harder now, a bead of sweat wandered down his back as he arched up with nothing but vauge stories about where the roof of the cave was. And its the stalagtite teeth.

Then light stabbed through the blackness as he vaulted over a rock shelf, and a wave of heat smacked him in the face. He rose into a vast underground lava lake and heat seared his skin, even as he ascended hundreds of feet above the moulten surface. A tiny light came from a small hole in the roof, shattered into a million colors by glass shards. He beat his wings harder still, lungs stinging from the heat, nose tipped toward the light.
The glowing heat from the lava showed through the leading edges of his wings, but no sooner could he see than he noticed a figure below, and a ghostly chill ran up his spine. Was that... an angel? Or-
If adreniadre wasn't in his veins already, it was now. Every artery turned green, betraying him and letting his fear show as he flew straight up. The sunlight grew stronger as he soared up into the volcanic vent. With his eyes locked on target, he barely felt the glass scraping his wings' wrists.
Neo rocketed out of the earth. Once he was back to fresh air and sky, he stalled and allowed the wind carry him once again. He grabbed a handfull of dreadlocks as he stared back at the hole from which he had just come. "Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was." He panted.

"Ye made it!" Someone cried from above him.

"What? Oh... Yeah, sure." Neo said, still breathless and staring at the vent as Flounder pulled beside him.

The old gull guffawed. "Well what's the matter with ye, boy? Ye just passed yer agility final, and ye act like ye've seen a ghost! Look alive- yer eyes are all greeney again!" He said and gave Neo's back a hearty thump.

"Y-yeah," he twittwred, finally meeting the man's weathered gaze. "I think I might have."

Flounder didn't seem to hear his words -that or didn't take them litterally- as they flew back towards the town. "Don't worry, lad. That test gave me the jitters, too. Look, why don't we celebrate? I know just the thing to calm yer nerves."

Neo blinked. "I thought I wasn't supposed to-"

"Bah! Yer a man now, aren't ye? The test is took. Most of the training is behind ye- It's all downwind from here!"

(Mm'kay, they're headed your way. Sorry for the long post, here is a potato.)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Seagulls scattered as he coasted over the beach, one hand fingering the sand as it flew past beneath him. Pull up, pull up, pull up! Said the little voice in the back of his head that kept him from doing stupid things, but of course he didn't listen.
He lifted his hand as the beach turned rocky, heart in his throat, teeth gritted. Up ahead reared the face of a cliff. A face with a cave's mouth. And teeth.
Calm down, Neo. Focus and don't. Flap.
More rocks jutted into the air as he grew closer and closer to the ground.
Focus. Not yet, not yet-
Then the waves crashed, and with them carried a breeze that carried him not up- but faster towards the teeth. Faster and faster the ground raced beneath him, rocky nails that dotted the ground. He smirked as his father's words echoed in his ears. Always riding the ragged edge of disaster. Silly boy. You'll never amount to anything.
...Yeah? Well watch this old man.
He flapped, bits of colorful feather cut off by the stones. Gaining height and the tailwind pushing him faster still as he dove into the earthen mouth.
His eyes flared wide as the darkness fell over him like a blanket, yet the wind stuck with him. He pumped his wings harder now, a bead of sweat wandered down his back as he arched up with nothing but vauge stories about where the roof of the cave was. And its the stalagtite teeth.

Then light stabbed through the blackness as he vaulted over a rock shelf, and a wave of heat smacked him in the face. He rose into a vast underground lava lake and heat seared his skin, even as he ascended hundreds of feet above the moulten surface. A tiny light came from a small hole in the roof, shattered into a million colors by glass shards. He beat his wings harder still, lungs stinging from the heat, nose tipped toward the light.
The glowing heat from the lava showed through the leading edges of his wings, but no sooner could he see than he noticed a figure below, and a ghostly chill ran up his spine. Was that... an angel? Or-
If adreniadre wasn't in his veins already, it was now. Every artery turned green, betraying him and letting his fear show as he flew straight up. The sunlight grew stronger as he soared up into the volcanic vent. With his eyes locked on target, he barely felt the glass scraping his wings' wrists.
Neo rocketed out of the earth. Once he was back to fresh air and sky, he stalled and allowed the wind carry him once again. He grabbed a handfull of dreadlocks as he stared back at the hole from which he had just come. "Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was." He panted.

"Ye made it!" Someone cried from above him.

"What? Oh... Yeah, sure." Neo said, still breathless and staring at the vent as Flounder pulled beside him.

The old gull guffawed. "Well what's the matter with ye, boy? Ye just passed yer agility final, and ye act like ye've seen a ghost! Look alive- yer eyes are all greeney again!" He said and gave Neo's back a hearty thump.

"Y-yeah," he twittwred, finally meeting the man's weathered gaze. "I think I might have."

Flounder didn't seem to hear his words -that or didn't take them litterally- as they flew back towards the town. "Don't worry, lad. That test gave me the jitters, too. Look, why don't we celebrate? I know just the thing to calm yer nerves."

Neo blinked. "I thought I wasn't supposed to-"

"Bah! Yer a man now, aren't ye? The test is took. Most of the training is behind ye- It's all downwind from here!"

(Mm'kay, they're headed your way. Sorry for the long post, here is a potato.)
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(Sounds good, and no problem, the potato is good company. Besides that post was amazing. Mine won't unfortunately be that eventful as she's just waiting.)
Xyla maintained her position in the alleyway, frowning slightly as the sun began setting, its light being replaced by the torches in the streets, illuminating the cracked stone road and the people who traversed it. She took a sharp sigh of anxiety as she realized how disastrous this could turn out. Neo could've gone home, gone to another village, be out in the wilderness training, and since she wasn't at home to receive his letters, she would never know. The thought of losing the one person who cared about her, whom she also had developed a sincere care for, plagued her now. Every day had seemed like a year, as she had found little to distract herself from the fact that he was gone, mainly since she had been bedridden. And even though she had trained herself the last few days, the idle time in which Xyla had done nothing, they were torturous. Before they hadn't but now they were nothing but unbearable, as before she had no one to think of, wish well, hope for. But he had filled that void. A large roar of laughter in the tavern shook her from her train of thought. She finally opted to sit on the barrel beside her, eyeing the road much less giddily now, thinking he wasn't here.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

They flew over the cove streets, and Neo's senses we're assulted with the usual. Smells of spicy food, fast and twangy music, and loving conversation. The streets were narrow, crowded with boxes and bins of trinkets for sale or barter, and in more than one spot it was blocked completely. However, this wasn't a problem for flighted folks, though the air was almost as jammed as the ground.
Different people with gaudy baubles and beads to decorate themselves. Feathers were dip-dyed here and there, though Neo's were by far the most coloful.
Through the swamp of people, something brought him to attention as they neared the tavern. Her brown skin caught his eye, and sent his heart a-fluttet like it hadn't in months. "Xyla!" He said, diving down to earth and nearly tackling the poor girl with a hug.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

They flew over the cove streets, and Neo's senses we're assulted with the usual. Smells of spicy food, fast and twangy music, and loving conversation. The streets were narrow, crowded with boxes and bins of trinkets for sale or barter, and in more than one spot it was blocked completely. However, this wasn't a problem for flighted folks, though the air was almost as jammed as the ground.
Different people with gaudy baubles and beads to decorate themselves. Feathers were dip-dyed here and there, though Neo's were by far the most coloful.
Through the swamp of people, something brought him to attention as they neared the tavern. Her brown skin caught his eye, and sent his heart a-fluttet like it hadn't in months. "Xyla!" He said, diving down to earth and nearly tackling the poor girl with a hug.

Xyla's eyes flew to the heavens as she heard her name called, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. It was him again, after all this time. She managed to stammer out "Neo!", before she clung to him in a deep embrace, resting her body against him in a comfort she hadn't felt in two long months. She didn't dare to break the silence for a few moments, not finding words, before she eventually gazed up at him with that deep and loving look of hers, before she whispered with a smile, her face paint glimmering as the last few strands of sunlight fell on her, "I've missed you so much, my prince." Having felt a difference in his frame, she whispered bashfully "You certainly look a bit different...stronger.", a deep shade of scarlet growing on her face. Her eyes locked in on his, drowning in the irises of his, finding comfort not knowing if she could break the gaze. Because every second where their eyes locked seemed like an eternity, as the ocean she had flown over had seemed, endless. But this time she enjoyed the feeling, being lost.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

He hadn't realize how starved he'd been for phisical touch until that moment. This whole time, all he had gotten was the occasional hard slap on the back from his trainer. "Mm'hm missed you, too, Kitty." He said as Xyla cooed something, "Oh, yeah. Flounder's been beating my butt. How are you? Akala didn't give you a hard time, did she? How was the flight? Are you tired-?" He had more questions but realized he wasn't letting her answer them. Well, that and he kinda... started to... drift into those innocent eyes. All his thoughts started to fall away. Self-doubt, fear, pain. Somehow she made all of it disappear as she spoke and he could just revel in the sound.