There will come a poet, he'll slay you with his words

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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 2:04 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

Occasionally fits of what she could only call 'madness' would consume her. In these times Lucia made bad decisions, that erred on the side of dangerous. She did not know from where her behemoth came, but an off-hand attempt to follow his old trail had materialized into a quite serious endeavor.

At least.. until she had gotten to the field of sunflowers.

This glorious place stopped the Amarok princess up short, and consumed all of her attentions.

These were what she scented on him, above the base that was his own. Through the rows and rows of stalks did she tred, back and forth, with fingers trailing upon their delicately petaled heads.

Lucia could not resist the song that burst from her, glittering in the sunshine air, and wrapped about them, she and the flowers. This was a perfect redirection of her presumption, that she might find the Warrior at his own home in spite of his warnings that she must not follow him away.

With each visit it felt that less and less could she stand the time that stretched between seeing his stony visage. Not once had she seen him smile, and yet, there was a softness she thought was there, if she looked rightly.

So the lady frolicked in her found wonder with sprightly music upon her lips, ignorant to any who might be passing nearby.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 2:55 am

Slow, sauntering steps brought Cochise through the path, dust and dirt beneath the stallion's hooves as the steady plod of the paint beast carried on. Wayne, atop the beast was leaned back in the saddle, rocking side to side with the beast of burden's stride, humming a lazy tune. The air was hot, the bugs were wild all around him, and he turned his head to the sky. Sure, it wasn't the desert, nor was it the valley, but the sun felt so damn nice.

It was the perfect excuse to travel to the southern, water locked edges of Eastern Canada.

Amherst had been his point of beginning, since he hadn't found anything worth it's weight there. The bag of coffee beans that rattled away with each of Cochise's steps, aside. To the East, down the beach and around a mountain trail, he'd rounded the winding trails until a flatness called his name.

Halcyon, a name he didn't know nor cared to, loomed in the distance behind him as the yellow sea painted the clearing ahead. Humming tune shifted to a pitched whistling, too good a day not to find a ditty in his throat, and a whistle turned to song.

“Hmmm hmm hmmm hmm hmmm hmmm The Streets of Ol' Cuero...”

Sure, it wasn't the way he'd heard it sung before him, but the lackadaisical day didn't call for anything faster. Between each line he breathed a slow inhale, just tasting the fortune of a day that went on in his favor.

“ Hmmm hmm hmmm hmm Ol' Cuero, one day...”

The tune neared it's end, but Wayne's tongue cut short. Tall, tawny crests perked on the brim of his gambler as another song slipped through the sunflowers as they shook unnaturally. In a line they went, disturbed. Blue eyes watched the sunburst heads wave and part in motion, and rather than call out, that same tune he'd hummed all day slipped through his teeth. Up and down the folk tune rolled until he was sure that he'd caught the attention of the shadow in the stalks, and further more he trilled his song and moved Cochise in tandem with the petals that danced above.


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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 3:39 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

The fortune was with her, this rogue who found her did not emulate those other monstrous men she had dealt with in her life. Perhaps she was favored by the gods that existed, or maybe it was simply her own demonstrative good luck, whichever it was, Lucia was unknowing of its blessing that sent this man her way.

Her first interruption was the clinking of something metallic. Another time, this, and the sounds of a horse, the low-tone humming of someone else may have stopped her in her tracks. But this, the grass was too luxuriant beneath her feet and the sun upon her face, doused in the yellowed light that filtered through those grandly held heads.

Lucia heard the tune halt and then restart itself, feeling an undeserved candid connection with this stranger.

Through the sunflowers she could catch glimpses of his horse, and occasionally a swinging paw. Laughter, high and bubbling, echoed across their tops.

Tying back her long hair, Lucia called out again, still concealed in the green and yellow foliage. Voice rising against nature's backdrop in such tone that even the birds silenced themselves to listen. When she let herself lapse to quiescence, those listening avian forms burst into life, and birdsong lit up the field.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 4:07 am

Just a flash of white and sand caught his eye, tinted by green and gold and lost to the maze of stalks again. A crooked grin imparted on his face as an impish gleam stole his eye. A female? That laugh. Heavenly it did sound. A damsel danced through the flowers and called out to him, leading him on a chase. Now, what did that sound like?

A good time, that's what.

“Ohkay... “ He chuckled, murmuring to himself in a toothy grin, feeling just silly enough to be a little ridiculous today. An song handed down by generations of his own slipped through the part in his lips, trilling into the breeze. A remarkably chipper tune despite the usual lyrical content, but that didn't matter. As her sung notes hung through the sunflowers, so to did his whistling, and above them the sunflowers parted against their bodies as they played chase.

Like a forest, the tall stems climbed to the canary clouds and the fragrance of something floral and sweet coated him. Pollen dusted both he and Cochise as he brought the beast at a jog through the shade. Like some kind of magic, the birds started singing in tune, and he felt like a right fool. It could have been the secrecy of the sunflower field, their crowns over his head, or the summer sun that made him feel a boy again. Maybe the sweet scent of a female that lead him on? Whatever the case may be, he wasn't prone to stop any time soon for the sake of his reputation. The nymph of the sunflowers had his attention, and he wasn't about to turn it away.


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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 4:27 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

This mischief surrounded her, cocooning the brilliant light in something denser, that sat upon her tongue like honey. She were a wraith of the sun-and-sky, a proprietor of the golden divinity.

It should have been wickedly unfair, that she was canted after from horseback but the flowers evened a field unknowingly, proving her with the adequate coverage to slip away. Lucia caught that he was dark skinned, an antithesis to herself.

Pallid paws stopped, effortlessly, and Lucia paused to listen, seizing upon the song he so graciously spun back for her, offering up something of his own for her inspection.

His voice raising towards her was deep gravel, rocks upon the mountain's side.

"♫ And I sing these words, stranger, do not fade from my memories, breathe for this life... ♫"

A snippet of true expression, with words given to it. Then, her feet were brushing upon the dirt and grass, the graceful woman whipped about, doubling back the way she had led him on. A few stray strings of her hair caught balefully around a stem, fluttering in the breeze.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 5:04 am

Just as he thought he was making way to her, her sing-song call and lyrical tune carried from another way. Pulling the reigns, he threw the stalks, seeds and crowns all around Cochise as he made his way, the horse protesting against the silliness that this all was. Leaves wrinkled like thick paper as he brought the stallion to canter through them again, trying to pick up the woman's fine trail through the perfume that surrounded them.

He couldn't pull the smile from his jaws as he chased and chased her. This new game was something he'd not played and it pulled at his spirit just enough to keep him going through it. As her lyrics were swallowed into the noise of the stalks he passed through, he offered up a line of his own to contest her in this marco-polo contest in the sunflowers,” Goin' up the mount'n, tuh' raise a patch'a cane...” He strung on, ear listened half-cocked for her response.

When he did hear her lilted song, sung beneath the flowers, he took a deep breath and laughed,” Tuh' make'a batch o'that sweet grain, tuh' sweetin' Liza Jane,” Kicking up Cochise' gait he tore through the flowers, creating such a fuss of noise that he couldn't be missed, even if her ears couldn't have brought her to him.


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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 5:24 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

Laughter, again, erupted from dark lips, seeping into the languorous summer air like waves upon the beach. The commotion of the dark man as he wavered his horse back and forth, to the harrumphs and snorts she could hear. A protestation against the frivolous expenditure.

It had been such a long time since Lucia had played a game of hide and seek. The last she had done so was with her daughters and before that her sisters, way back in the shining days of New Dawn. It brought her a gracious joy and a gnarled sorrow to be playing it now.

He sung something.. different for her. An all together different tempo of music than the ones she usually sung and she flitted it away immediately like a precious jewel, composes and creating in her mind upon the initiative struck,

From amongst the stamping of horse beats, and the whinny of a creature she had never ridden herself, Lucia came up with,

"♫ I go, hey ho, a riddle away, a fiddle to play, meet this bright sunshine today... ♫"

Brought to life by intuition and creativity, this new song followed the one his tune borrowed and gave it a different cast.

Upon his steed, he gamboled closer now, catching up to her with great strides of his mounted beast.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 15, 2019 11:38 pm

Leaves slapped him from his legs to his face and everywhere in between, but that didn't stop his laughing and that didn't slow his venture. He was gonna find this beautiful voice that teased him in the maze of flowers that danced around them. Just as he thought he was about to find her, he ducked his crown down so his hat could take the last of the verdant edges and the stallion burst out of the sunflower near to where he'd first come in.

Not but five feet away, stood a fair maiden.

Wayne pulled Cochise around and slowed him down, leading him into a high-stepped trot before he stopped and appreciable distance away from her.

What then was a cool grin morphed into a pained wince.

Pelt as fair as snow with edges of stone and sand. Threads of hair and legs that cascaded for days. Pure, blue eyes and-

The stink of wolf.

Lips pursed for a moment in all the fun he'd had, all at his own expense, but the day before had been too good to turn it around. Taking a deep sigh, he breathed through his whole self, but for this lady, he didn't dare drop his hat,” Yer a.... huh,” Wrinkling his nose, he didn't think it much proper to drop from his horse, either. The last wolf he'd found? Well, John had found and Wayne had helped him run from the beast. All of them were the same, were they not? Cold blue sights darted out and about, all around them, before he decided that they were certainly alone.

“What ye'doin' over here, wolf? Lurin' men, aside,” He spoke, the obvious internal battle plastered all over his face. No, he wasn't taught to be rude to a lady. His mama had raised him better and his Pa' had lead by nothing but example. After all that had happened, thought, was a wolf even a lady? He'd test the waters now, and judge for himself.


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