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Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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#1
KALT
what if we rewrite the stars
so you were made to be mine
   His finger moved over one of the lightly drawn lines on the parchment, smoothing it and smudging it at once, creating a subtle shadowed effect. One leg hanged off of the side of the roof, the other bent at the knee with his sketch pad resting lazily on it. His guitar laid beside him, as he was indecisive and didn’t want to go back in if he wanted to play a little bit.

   Since the barrier had fallen, it felt almost like there was a new energy to the world. Like there was a new freedom. Sure, he knew that they were still technically trapped, with the forest having an annoying habit of turning people around, but at least they didn’t have a bubble jail that killed them if they got too close to the edge. That was a win in his mind.

   Another win… Ronin. Ashe had gotten her brother back, and everything felt like it was settling. It felt right, like it wouldn’t be dangerous to breathe easily for five minutes. So he decided to do just that.

   Flicking his eyes away from the perfect rendering on paper, a slow smirk spread over his lips, as he closed his sketchbook and set it beside him. His daughter’s laughter from below gave him peace, ensuring that there was no silence, which would likely result in something broken or vandalized. Because toddlers, that’s why.

   He took hold of the neck of the guitar and brought it onto his lap, quickly and quietly tuning it with soft whistles from his perfect pitch. Once again, his eyes moved to Ashe, and whether she looked his way or not, he sent a small grin her way, knowing she would feel the gentle, amorous wave down the bond. His fingers casually began plucking at the strings until he started to actually form chords, stringing them together and letting his eyes fall closed.
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#2

ASHE
nothing can keep us apart
you are the one I was meant to find
   The evening was dry and cool, the mild temperature likely a farewell before heat began to overtake everything. Ashe wasn’t sure what to expect when the season changed once more, each one so far had brought something new and strange. Man-eating flowers this season.. Or would-be unicorn eating flowers.

   Her fire blue eyes were watching that unicorn from where she perched on the roof, his golden ram horns glinting in the dying light of day as he tossed his head. He moved at loose trot around Theea down in the paddock, nickering at her cackling taunts of ’can’t get me’ and ’i’m gonna get you’. Ashe was smiling, stretched out on her back with a leg dangling down as she watched Percy play with the three-year-old. Any other equine, and Ashe wouldn’t have left the toddler to run after it and shriek and play on her own. But Percy? The old stallion had never nudged a hoof out of line with her, following after her more often than not and caring for her as protectively as he cared for Ashe. Theea let out a laughing squeal when Percy changed his direction and lowered his head to her with a snort - like a ram readying to charge. He tossed his nose at her and pranced after her when she turned to run away, and warmth radiated through the bond between rider and unicorn.

   A new warmth rippled down from a different bond - one that ran deeper, one that was thorough and consuming. Ashe turned her head without rising, her eyes finding Kalt without holding back the loving caress of her own intangible thoughts. She watched him place his sketchbook down only for his guitar to replace it, deft fingers plucking a tune that had steadily become familiar to the wolf. She smiled at him, stretching an arm out so her hand rested comfortably over his leg, just to have contact. It didn’t feel strange or foreign or scary anymore to have this quiet, this sense of peace. There would always be the shadows that clung to her, to them, but the healing had begun.

   She pulled herself up to sit closer to him, folding one leg under herself and letting the other stay hanging off the roof, bringing her near enough to rest her head over his shoulder as he played. She glanced across him to the sketchpad just on the other side, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make out the lines and smudges he used to create his sketches - always exact and never a line out of place. ”All done?” she thought to him, turning her eyes upwards before looking back down to Theea below. ”Bored, or is it finished?” With those words came memories he would see of his sketching in the past. This was typical - he could never seem to do one task a time, flitting between them while she would focus deeply on her projects: her paintings or writing or honing her weapons.
Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
Played by: Sage Offline
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Posts: 202 | Total: 698
MP: 345
#3
KALT
what if we rewrite the stars
so you were made to be mine
   A small, downturned smirk pressed onto his lips, as her memories were shared with him, and he lifted a brow, opening his eyes to glance at her for a moment out of the corner of his eye to where she rested her head against him. He released a slow breath through his nose, turning his gaze to the sketchbook, which he suddenly flipped closed with one finger.

   “Nosy,” he mockingly scolded. “Not bored,” he said, “just...preoccupied.”

   It was a lazy excuse, and he knew it. He also knew that he wasn’t going to put in the effort to come up with anything better. He liked to remind her every so often that great minds tended to have far more in their thoughts than just what they were doing.

   “I’ll get back to it eventually.” Sometime that evening, but not at that second. He looked down to where Theea and Percy played, Kysma grazing with a lazy swish of her tail. The mare tended to be moody, and today was one of her lazy days, so Kalt just let her be instead of pushing for a ride.

   His fingers continued at the strings of the guitar, strumming through the melody with mostly muscle memory as a guide, his own consciousness dipping in and out of the music, the art, their daughter’s laughter, and the feeling of Ashetta leaning against him.

   “Art tells a story,” he said softly, looking out towards the setting sun. “Usually it’s a random - or not so random - piece in the middle. Sometimes it’s a beginning, and rarely it’s an end. I’m sketching a beginning, and no one can understand a start until it’s finished.”

   He cast a grin towards her, almost waiting for her to call him out on bullshit. It was a talent he had developed from spending time with bluebloods, waxing philosophical notions when they had no idea what they were talking about.


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