Five Minutes 'Till Midnight [open]

Note: Minor swearing.

THOUGHTS: 52534b
SPEECH: 855d91


I was no stranger to wandering aimlessly around Aeon, far from it actually. Having spent most of my life in Aeon as a rogue long before I became the chief of Loxacin, I knew these lands like the back of my hand. It was something that would come as an advantage to me while I was out in search of new recruits for Loxacin. It was a pity that I actually had to go out and hunt down my own members, while the other lands like Selisona just seemed to have everyone stumble in looking for a home. Perhaps others were thrown off by just how picky I was? Even more so than the former chief, Azazel? Perhaps I had to take some time to adjust my priorities. At least, for the moment…Perhaps if I let down my expectations, I could lift the numbers for a little while and then only accept the best of the best?

’What bullshit…’ I thought to myself, already disgusted by the thought of having to lower my standards just to keep Loxacin in existence as a clan rather than a two-man band. If I did have to bring myself to that, whoever was accepted would have to realize that they would have a lot of work ahead of them. If anything, I was not going to accept someone that was completely and utterly useless. Be it training in new magic, fighting, or even finding someone to help recruit…They would prove their worth and pull their weight around.

My auds perked slightly at a sound ahead, the trees blocking my sight as I listened quietly. Hoofsteps. Light, dainty little hoofsteps. My curiosity got the better of me, and slowly I walked forward, sticking to the shadows as I usually did. My massive wings were tucked close to my barrel, trying to avoid snagging on low hanging branches or vines. Following the sounds, my bright golden optics darted towards some movement, and through the leaves I could just make out a small equine. A filly, old enough to survive without ‘mother’s milk’ but far too young to be considered ‘of age’. How unusual, youngsters her age were hardly ever seen alone in Aeon, much less in an area such as the Winsome Grove. ’Could be worse, could be the volcano…’

For a few minutes, I followed the youngster, hiding in the shadows as I watched to see if she really was alone. When I got the opportunity, visions of her short past flicked through my head. She was absolutely alone…She was one of the ‘Rifted’, but she was not ‘touched’ it seemed. No, there was nothing magical about her it seemed. ’Poor thing will be eaten alive in a place like this…’ My heart warmed slightly, my protective nature coming out with a passion as I realized she did not have a normal foal hood. She had an intense young life, and frankly, one that would bore the ever living hell out of me. It’s no wonder she ran through the Rift…

Finally, I stepped out of the shadows, trying my best to not come off as a stalker and frighten the young lady. “You seem lost, little one.” I broke the silence to announce my presence, and immediately I wondered just how she would react to me. I had a panic attack when I realized I was purple and had wings after I had my memories of my past life return, I could only imagine how she would react to seeing a strange colored, Pegasus with spiraled horn for the first time. My tone was soft and friendly enough, and I tried to keep a neutral, non-threatening pose. As awkward as that was…I stopped at a distance from her, not wanting to scare her off and giving her enough space so she wouldn’t feel cornered.

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THOUGHTS: 52534b
SPEECH: 855d91


A single brow rose at her response, the edges of my lips tugging into a surprised yet amused smirk. She spoke as though she was my equal in age, not young enough to be my granddaughter. (Good heavens, let’s never speak of that aspect of my age again!) While she tried to come off as though she had been here for ages and was merely exploring, her age and naivety betrayed her when she mentioned that it was not every day that she saw a mare like me. While I already knew that from the readings of her past, that alone was something she would not be quite ready to comprehend if my appearance alone surprised her. The smirk shifted into a sincere smile, and a chuckle escaped my lips as I returned her bow with a low dip of my own muzzle. “I am surprised, not many equines have the respect that you do, much less those your age. My name is Beautiful Disaster, many just call me Disaster.”

I couldn’t help but interrogate her slightly with my next comment, not meaning it in any way to mock her or put her down, but merely to show that I had caught on and that she still had some learning to do. Impressive as her knowledge was, it was evident that age and experience would prove her to be an extremely intelligent young lady one day. Not that she wasn’t already. “You are quite lost then, if I am the first of my kind that you have seen. You’re a long way from where you’ve come from, child. There are many more like me here, far beyond what the mind can imagine. Do you know where you are?” I asked, knowing very well that she didn’t but I waited for an answer anyways so that she could be able to admit it. “This is Aeon, more specifically…The Winsome Grove. The grove is a freeland, but not the safest of them. You’re lucky a predator hasn’t found you…”

While she was no doubt thinking of a puma or possibly a wolf, I was more concerned about the larger beasts that hunted these grounds. My auds flicked back nervously to listen around me, grateful that it was silent, as the last time I was here I had to fly away from the grasp of a T-Rex’s jaws. Today did not seem like the kind of day to run into a dangerous, prehistoric beast though, and I did not want to scar the girl with such things just yet. “I, myself, am the sole Chief of a clan in Aeon. The Loxacin Clan.”

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