[SRP] Last Light of Autumn [complete]

[Strifeling]

This is a private solo RP counting towards October 2019 involving the following soquili:
Faolchu (color: #91746e)
Castellion (color: #304386)

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Yolotl & Sepulchre -- graveyard
Faolchu & Castellion -- traveling to market
Percy & Had -- coupley scene, cuddling
Hokulani, Kaimana -- working on market or harvest moon

Casimir -- ??
Elysium/Versailles -- ??


Casimir (color: #736564)
Kaimana? (color: #)
Elysium/Versailles (color: #15bc8f)
Percephona (color: #aba3a4)

 

[Strifeling]

Golden light filtered through the trees, the last rays of the autumn sun setting on the lands of the Kawani. A chill was beginning to settle into the air, and Faolchu gritted his teeth against it, head bowed to shield his eyes from the wind. Although he was accustomed to the cold, having grown in the icy north, he had a slighter build than much of his family and was not immune to the bite of ice. In an attempt to shield himself further he ruffled his wings, readjusting them underneath the large white fur pelt he wore on his back for warmth -- it was one of his battle trophies from a large beast, and not one predisposed to wastefulness, Faolchu now used it to serve a practical purpose. A silver metal rose, part of his family's crest, clasped the pelt and held it together at the base of his neck. It matched the rose engravings on his armor and served as a sign of his noble birth. He used his mouth to pull his cloth scarf, a translucent star-touched material that felt like silk, tighter around his body, but this did little to help compared to his natural fur and pelt.

Faolchu continued to weave through the trees of the sunlit forest, intermittently pawing at the ground with his glinting claws and using his crystalline horn to mark his way through on the bark of the braches. He searched for fungi and tinder, now having run out of tallow-fat and beeswax candles to light the lantern hanging from a ring on his scarf at the base of his chest. Soon he would come upon the autumn market and restock there.

He looked back over his shoulder at his current traveling companion, a starry-scaled mixed ulun'suti named Castellion. Like Faolchu, Castellion was of noble birth and similarly adorned with roses, but his bloodline hailed from a different region. Faolchu paused to allow Castellion to catch up.

Faolchu word count: 324

 

[Strifeling]

As a part-kirin, Castellion walked with such fluidity and grace that his light feet barely disturbed the path below them. He was almost ghost-like in his movements, and for his part, lost in thought. His blue coat was sunlit, nearly glowing in the setting sun, and his dark gold-tipped scales gleamed in the light, shimmering with little stars. His long mane and tail were unusually messy, filled with twigs after his long journey, not befitting of his station. He paid no mind to the cold, heavy weight of his rose-detailed armor, nor to the breeze running through his wings and hair. His head, too, was bowed, and the last light of the sun sparkled off the crystals growing on his body. Instead, Castellion's mind was far away, focused on an elegant raven-haired beauty with eyes that shone like golden suns. He longed to see her again.

Castellion snapped back to attention when he reached the other stallion, and lifted his powerful neck in acknowledgement. "How goes it?"

Castellion word count: 167

 

[Strifeling]

"I'm almost done restocking here," Faolchu replied, tossing his head, "The trees are beginning to thin out. We'll be out of the forest not long after sunset."

Faolchu word count: 27

 

[Strifeling]

"That is good," Castellion said in response with a smile, "Thank you for accompanying me."

He shifted on his hooves a little uncomfortably. The cold was starting to get to him as well, even though he had flames licking at his feet. It was beginning to get colder now, and the sun was sinking further in the sky, beginning to dip below the horizon.

"I realize I have not been a very good conversation partner," he said a little wryly, " I'm sorry I have been lost in thought this evening. There's a lot on my mind, especially now."

Castellion word count: 99

 

[Strifeling]

"It is not a problem." Faolchu smiled. "Sometimes, we all need a little silence. It'll be loud once we reach the market, anyhow," Faolchu laughed.

Faolchu word count: 25

 

[Strifeling]

Castellion nodded in agreement, but didn't offer any further conversation. They continued on, silent, in the light of the setting sun.

Castellion word count: 21 [not for stats]