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All Welcome I Just Want to Feel







Víðarr
Male
Aldrnari Resident
Horse
© Abnormal
3 years
Height: 54
Posts: 18
AP: 24AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 385

I Just Want to Feel

Víðarr Executive-Dame

Come Heavy, Or Don’t Come At All.


Víðarr found himself along to beaches sandy surface, hooves sinking into the damp floor below him. He could feel to grains give way to his weight, causing a slightly suction-like motion to form just below the mid of his hooves. Tail twitches him, long strands dance in to water's breeze. Mane playfully tugged by the winds off the waters as he stares out at the sun daring to slip past the horizon. Neck arching gently, his ears tilt back to avoid to howling of the wind from deafening him. Nostrils would allow maximum intake as they flare gently, eyes docile as he stares silently out at the quiet peaceful world. He didn't fully understand his own purpose, he was internally twisted. Why? Perhaps the leaving of his mother, and the distance he placed between his other mother caused friction he was unable to process.

Stubborn by nature, he truly struggled with the idea of opening up to anyone. He wanted to live as the Viking he knew he was, the warrior he felt he would grow to be. Eidetic Memory would lace his mind, his mothers dappled coat, her flowing mane and tail, the way her eyes glistened when she listened to him speak. Nostrils quiver as emotions tilt within him, he stares blankly as the memories of his mother gallop past his vision, so real that he wished to be able to reach out and touch her. Eyes strain as he sucks in a pained breath, head turns as he coils his neck in painful memory. Shaking his head, he snorts loudly in frustration, his hurt would be buried deep within him once more. He wasn't even sure she was gone, but she had not be around, she had not answered his calls. He assumed to worst because he knew deep down the truth was, she left or she was dead.

Víðarr would paw the sand below him aggressively, hind end tucking beneath him as he allows his hind legs to launch him forward. The sand gives way below him, his hooves act as sling shots, shooting sand in every direction as he gallops towards the water. Knees raised high with each step, hind legs acting as springs to propel him forth, he turns to meet the waters edge as he gallops. Water sprays with each heavy hoofbeat, his tail high like a banner behind him, proud, dominant. Ears remain tilted back as his head tilts downward and thick neck coils to arch with pride. Each step sounding like thunder, water soaking his underbelly and chest. He allows himself to sink into the waters gradually, just below his knees. He strains to gallop across the waters edge, the resistance causing a burn within his muscles.

Eyes narrow as he threatens to give up, he pushes through the burn. Summon I allows for his undead companion to manifest upon him. The snake tightens her grip upon his skin as he gallops, tangled within his mane, where she normally would come from. Her legless body curling as the wind blows her perch, each muscle she moves causes a short sensation to tickle his pelt.”You can run but you cannot hide from the truth, child." Her whispered voice echoes within his pinned ears, nostrils flare as he snorts loudly in disapproval. She was always the voice of reason and fact, perhaps a gift from one of his mothers to continue to guide him. The burn like a raging fire within his body, lungs strain for air as he pushes forth further as if to punish himself because he can't process emotion.

”You will not prove anything doing this..." Her voice causes the stallion to drop his head and shake it. Hind end releases into a fit of bucks to try to rid himself of her. The companion he manifested would merely hold on, though the least of her concern would ever be coming loose. ”Try harder." She would hiss into his ear as the stallion jars his legs, front limbs shoot out as hooves sink into the sand below to the thin layer of water. Hind end tucking to aid in his stopping, ears pinned as he rears up, striking at air allowing water and sand to fling around him. “I CAN'T!" Deep vocals scream into the air, drowning out the crashing waters around him. He lands from rearing and stands in the water, limbs shaking slightly from the strain of work he had put on them.

His head drops so his nose was mere inches from the water, panting as nostrils flaring, gasping for air. “I fucking can't..." He whispers past quivering lips, air sucked in to aid his burning lungs and screaming body. Eyes close tightly as he rains standing, the water pushing against him, sand shifting below him even though he had not moved. Damballa shifting her hold to move so her head was between his ears, her body tangling into his mane down his neck for support as he hovers close to his ears. ”You can..." She whispers gently to him, though he was the only one who could ever hear her. His mind shifts to his other mother, Sive, perhaps he needed to see her... It had been some time since he last saw her. He huffs, he hadn't seen his brother either... He close his eyes tightly again and remains still, the dead snake had a point... He just wasn't ready to accept it yet.


“ Víðarr." - ”Damballa."
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Eir
Female
Valkyrja Cadet
Wolf
© Makao
4.75 years
Height: 32
Posts: 98
AP: 93AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 120

RE: I Just Want to Feel

(This post was last modified: 11-04-2020, 11:26 PM by Eir. Edited 1 time in total.)
Eir

I never lose,Either I win or I learn


Eir herself was taking a time to walk by the beach, a place she knew pretty well,a place that saw her grow. Grow in the loneliness she always had, no parents nor siblings to play with, and she used to held envy, sorrow. But as she grew up she became tougher and with a will of steel. And life alone and her will to live made her never give up on life despite the adversity, as the adversity taught her more than what a mother could have done. She felt no regrets, she was happy with how her life was advancing, slow but steady. Lonely but fruitful, and now with her way to becoming the warrior she wanted now at the reach of her paws she felt confident and ready.

Within her walk, eyes of green stared at the waves, waves she once played in beside that old friend Brynjar. A wolf who she loved and who she saw as the sibling she never had, but more than of said though sometimes she felt things she couldn't comprehend. But that was fine, she held no rush to know what it was. For now, she wanted to focus on her tasks and her own dream.

As she walked, her companion Tyr landed over her forehead. The Robin was also someone she loved as well, a friend that since ever has been with her and always answered her calls whenever she needed him. And like that she walked with the water now reaching just over her ankles, feeling the waves crashing against them. And there is when she saw the horse, somehow she saw a familiar face but the memory was vague. And as shy as she could always be she just stared but said no words.

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Víðarr
Male
Aldrnari Resident
Horse
© Abnormal
3 years
Height: 54
Posts: 18
AP: 24AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 385

RE: I Just Want to Feel

Víðarr Executive-Dame

Come Heavy, Or Don’t Come At All.


Limbs remain strained as he stands in the lapping waters. Waves crashing to him, soaking his limbs and threatening to knock him over. Damballa remains quiet, for once, but she is still felt upon him, his head hung low, heaving for air. He was such a mess internally, mentally, he sighs and slowly lifts his head. Ears remain tilted back as he stares out towards the open waters. He was so tired, he wouldn't even be able to swim... Maybe that was the idea. ”You are not alone, child." Her hissing soft whisper enters his ears as he sucks a breath in, eyes closing for a mere second as he collects himself. He didn't want to face anyone, how could he? He was a mess, soon the feeling of Damballa is gone as she slips away from him. He was done with her anyway, he was truly alone once again as he shifts his limbs to stand properly. Pain still gnaws at his muscles from his uncontrolled gallop through waters.

Slowly he would turn his head, neck aching slightly ass he scans the shores for who Damballa may have been speaking of. The serpent was sometimes of no help, or perhaps he was too arrogant to realize when she was of help. He had to admit, he was quite rude to her at most times, but he couldn't help it. Finally pumpkin eyes land upon a wolf, she stood in the sands, not quite close to him. She has blue feathers that really stood out upon her. Brow arches as he stares at her, reluctant to move as he sighs gently. His breathing finally settling from his run, he picks up his limbs, hooves sucked into the sand below the water. Exhaling dramatically as he steps from the waters touch and onto the damp sands above it. Ears tilt forth as he strides ever so slowly towards the canine, should she allow him, he would aim to halt within 6 feet of her. Head lowering slightly as nostrils flare to inhale her scent, brow arching at the familiarity of the female.

Pumpkin eyes gloss with curiosity though his rather dull features would allow him to seem unimpressed or uninterested in her presence. Tail swatting behind him, now fully aware of the discomfort of sand being lodged under his belly and between his hind legs. He lifts his head gently as allows it to tilt slightly to one side, he was kind of awkward yet not entirely aware of it due to the confidence in his awkwardness. Socializing was not a huge point in his life, “Hi." His deep, thick vocals roll off his tongue, straight forward as ever and rather dry. Brow arches yet again as he stands before the canine, curious behind his solid features.


“ Víðarr." - ”Damballa."
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