Ƒяσѕтє∂ Ɓℓιѕѕ wrote:꧁ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ｅ Ｖ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ ꧂SPACE HERE⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌Nick⍭Vion Gender⍭Male Age⍭24 Feeling⍭Reckless Tags⍭None Location⍭The Forest⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌⇋⇌“You assume correctly, my name is Felicity. Agh!” Vion watched as the other crashed to the forest floor. He stepped forward, with intentions of helping the mare up to her feet. But, as she moved her head, it seemed she was handling it herself. At least, that's what Vion told himself. Felicity huh. I thought her name would of been something like Epona, or Temptress. He chuckled to that last name. It does make sense though. It's a modest name, for a modest mare. If only her physical appearance was more modest He raised his head, lifting a brow and feeling his breathing become hitched. He swished his tail, but even that soon came to a stop. He continued staring towards the other, the red in his eyes becoming more vibrant as the thoughts he were thinking excited him. “I think I will take a drink from ‘your’ stream now.” The mare's voice snapped him out of his deeper thoughts. He hadn't even noticed her standing. "Ah, yeah, go ahead." He said, whilst clearing his throat. The stallion huffed, turning away and refusing to look at her. He let his wings relax, as he did so he felt their feathers barely touching against the cold forest floor. He shivered, before letting them fall to his sides entirely.
“I never asked, what is your name?” Allevion's lips parted, attention captured once again by the grey. His head was still lowered, his muzzle a few inches from the ground. He eyed her for several moments, maybe even a full minute. He then sucked in a deep breath, standing up straighter, although his wings remained on the forest floor. As he moved, they drug behind him, much like a cape. Although that was no way to treat your wings, Vion was tired. (He had been stuck in this forest for months, and at this point, he was tired of previously lifting his wings to his sides carefully not letting them drag.) "Allevion." He said. The white grey shook his head, assuming what the mare was thinking. "No last name. Not anymore~" “I take it you haven’t flown in a while.” Allevion glanced back towards his wings, arching his neck in the process. The stallion tried to move his wing muscles, only to find a sharp pain from the overuse of the muscles. He groaned, growling at the pain. "Nahhhh, only a few months give or take." “Though you haven’t done much for me," Vion's brows furrowed, quickly jerking his head back towards the mare. "What do you mean I haven't-" "Here, take it as a thank you for letting me use your stream to wash myself." A loud groaning sound caused Vion's eyes to frantically move here and there, searching for the source of noise. Leaves began to fall, which caused the stallion to jump backwards, spooking. His ears pinned and nostrils flaring, his current stance resting most of his weight on his back legs. He was ready to run. But to his surprise, forceful sunlight hit his eyes. He winced, his pupils desperately trying to conform to the new light standard. "Oh." He said. "That's why you asked." "I’m sure I knocked some dirt around or at least messed something up. Besides, I need some practice. Moving nature doesn’t zap my strength nearly as quickly as healing does. I prefer it, honestly.”
It seemed almost too good to be true. The forest was tricky, it had led him towards the inhabiting herd many times, but he was too proud to ask them for help out of the forest (which he could of done many many times). But now, he could leave. Vion looked towards the mare, before smiling brightly. He walked towards her, a devilish look in his eye. He stopped, but was so close to her their faces were almost touching. He gently moved his muzzle toward, brushing his against hers. He gazed into her eyes, his own eyes narrowed and fixated on the mare before him. "Thank you,
Felly~" He chimed, proud of the cute nickname he had made. "I do hope we meet again." He said, lowering his head, showing some submission finally. "Not sure about that happening though!" He said, quickly turning and beginning to move his wings. "As, I don't belong to a herd, and you never know where I'll be." He grinned, the flapping of his wings becoming more and more powerful. The plants and loose dirt near him began to lean, or even move with the air being created. The stallion began to lift off the floor. Although he hadn't flown for months, he still held just as much grace and assurance as the last time he had flown. "But either way!" He clicked his tongue. "Maybe I'll come find you." With one final flap, he shot into the air. The stallion dove towards the trees, before steadying himself, finding his usual balance. One flap, two, and then still, he continually rose above the trees he had hated for so long. But now, that he was above it all, gazing downwards, it was much more beautiful. The stallion then looked backwards, unable to visually find the area he had used to leave the cursed place. "I guess it wasn't that bad, I did meet her afterall." he shrugged, before turning his attention to his next destination. Anywhere.
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Allevion. She smiled to herself. Strong Name. Strong stallion. The last few leaves shook themselves free and drifted to the forest floor. The light gray watched them, still in awe. What was it about him that made her heart skip a beat and her flowers dance? She took this time to study him. His mane and tail were lengthy and straight, with the occasional interruption of a braid. His face was long and narrow, and his build was distinctly thoroughbred. Though he was lean, strings of muscle laced his shoulders, chest, and hindquarters. He carried himself with an air of grace, but also with a small amount of arrogance. She laughed to herself, from what she had learned about him so far, she knew that arrogance was not very far from the truth. He finally looked at her. Those... eyes... They were the very thing that had entranced her from the beginning. His face slowly relaxed into a joyous, yet devious smile. Felicity just couldn’t figure him out. Maybe that was another thing that made her take so much interest in the stallion. Usually, she could detect another horse’s intentions quickly and without much thought, but him? That took some focus. She continued to puzzle this when he walked over to her. She kept expecting him to stop, but he just came closer and closer... until... her heart seemed to stop and her breath hitched. His face was so close to her’s. So close that she was breathing in his air. So close she could smell him. He smelled of the air before it was about to rain. Crisp, but masculine. She breathed in deeply.
"Thank you, Felly~" Felly? She smiled, I could get used to that. "I do hope we meet again." “As do I.” Her voice did not come out the squeak she was expecting, but instead confident, maybe even just a little bit flirtatious. He gently pressed his muzzle to hers. She could tell her roses were the brightest red they had ever been. The stallion lowered his head, showing a slight amount of the nervous colt he once was, but that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Did I make him feel that way? "Not sure about that happening though!" He turned away quickly, flexing his wings "As, I don't belong to a herd, and you never know where I'll be." She stood stone still, in shock. He started to flap his large, white wings. The air brushed Felicity’s forelock out of her eyes. "But either way!" He nodded to her, meaning hidden in his eyes. She didn’t understand. "Maybe I'll come find you." She smiled to him, surprised to find that her cheeks were wet. With one more flap, he soared into the air. He disappeared into the sky quickly. She followed his form until the branches above moved back into place and blocked her view from the stallion who had taken her heart.
"Thank you, Felly~" Felly? She smiled, I could get used to that. "I do hope we meet again." “As do I.” Her voice did not come out the squeak she was expecting, but instead confident, maybe even just a little bit flirtatious. He gently pressed his muzzle to hers. She could tell her roses were the brightest red they had ever been. The stallion lowered his head, showing a slight amount of the nervous colt he once was, but that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Did I make him feel that way? "Not sure about that happening though!" He turned away quickly, flexing his wings "As, I don't belong to a herd, and you never know where I'll be." She stood stone still, in shock. He started to flap his large, white wings. The air brushed Felicity’s forelock out of her eyes. "But either way!" He nodded to her, meaning hidden in his eyes. She didn’t understand. "Maybe I'll come find you." She smiled to him, surprised to find that her cheeks were wet. With one more flap, he soared into the air. He disappeared into the sky quickly. She followed his form until the branches above moved back into place and blocked her view from the stallion who had taken her heart.
