Coldish [joxis] [Dead]

[Sirel]

That restless feeling had washed through Sirel again, briskly pushing her onto the train out of Canterlot. Her voyage was to nowhere in particular, and she had absentmindedly stepped off the train after its pulling into Ponyville. Sirel wandered into town with a look of surprise at her surroundings, as if she hadn't really considered her location at all after arriving. It wasn't often that she visited the growing village, as she had already seen it many times before. Her hoofsteps carried her over the dusty, frequently trot trails into the town square, while her mind pondered her family. She knew they lived close by, but she felt today was not the day to visit them. Sirel relies heavily upon gut feelings and the pull of 'fate'; she does not commit much action towards her wants, but more towards what she feels she ought to do. Such is the reason she trod upon Ponyville soil this early afternoon. It was a mildly cloudy day, and the sun that peaked through the quickly moving clouds provided little warmth. Sirel refused to pay attention to the pre-planned weather pony actions, and has remained a firm believer in predicting the weather herself. In fact, she predicted that there would likely be rain that night or next day. Her green eyed gaze that had been fervently admiring the sky shifted back down to earth. It was a cold and rather bleak, resulting in fewer ponies trotting about. It would seem as if nothing at all eventful would happen anytime soon, but Sirel strongly believed she was meant to be there for a reason.. whatever that reason was.. 


The slightly taller than average mare slowly paced around the town square, eyeing store merchandise through the large glass windows, feeling no desire to step inside. The strong gusts of wind were infrequent, but chilled her beneath her fur and tossed her dark, lengthy mane into tangles. With a small glow of blue magic she tightened a green and white striped scarf about her neck. As it often happened, Sirel was one of very few ponies outside, and to many it would likely seem a bit bizarre. 

[joxis]

Baldoire stood firm. This was it. Here and now, he was defying the cyclones of a thousand gods and the tempests of a million titans. Sturdy enough to withstand the sheer amount of destructive, razor sharp wind, he stayed determined in front of the danger. He could feel his outfit pressing outwards, rocked by the raging hurricane. From his 'wizard's scarf that's actually a cloak' to the tip of his 'wanderer's hooves', by way of his 'nomad's robe', he knew everything. He felt everything.

And then it all stopped. The gust was reduced to a breeze, which became nothing. "Heroism." Spoke Baldoire aloud. And then he resumed strolling through the empty streets of Ponyville, looking for more pseudo-squalls to pose to. From time to time, he would knock on doors, asking if anypony required an escort to protect them from the unspeakable wights lurking about dark alleys, always receiving either no response or that of a disgruntled, raspy voiced pony who had been trying to nap for hours in spite of the impossible to set aside racket of the wind.

Eventually, he noticed a shop at the corner of the street. He didn't take the time to reflect upon the oddly dark colored unicorn staring at the merchandise on display, for there were much graver matters at hand. The store, being owned by a previously farming family, had its signboard in the shape of a gigantic windmill. Having been damaged by the wind, its blades twisted at impossible angles, making it very clear to Baldoire what this masquerade of an innocent pinwheel actually was : A giant, a ruthless colossus, ready to crush all and everything in its wake.

Or it was just an unstable infrastructure about to come crashing down on a distracted female unicorn. Either way, Baldoire leaped towards the shop and the future victim, crying "I shall put your soul to Tartarus, ye vile beast who thinks thine vast extended arms will discourage the likes of me, scorning me with cowardice !" With a voice loud enough for the deafest of oldster to notice him.

[Sirel]

Sirel's ears flew up as she heard an ear-splitting battle cry punch through the peaceful silence that hung over Ponyville previously. Her bright eyes widened in time to see a grey, oddly appareled stallion lunge through the air towards an unsuspecting windmill near her. "Wai- what!? Excuse me," she lifted a hoof slowly as if attempting to stop it, but she wasn't sure how, or if she ought to. "Sir?" she exclaimed, trotting towards him and then stopping. She whirled her head back and forth, looking for any other ponies witnessing this oddity and found none. The town square was deserted. Do I stop this? And how? Is he okay? thoughts danced in her head as she pondered her situation. She had certainly met odd ponies before, so she supposed she would just have to see what happened in that quick, fleeting moment.

[joxis]

Despite how ... Well, not graciously. Despite how self-assuredly Baldoire had unexplicably found a way to leap up five metres above the ground, he obviously hadn't anticipated every hazard of making such a dangerous move, as proven by his wizard's scarf pitching with the wind until it got right into his face, covering his whole field of view. Having gone through the motions, he knew what was to be done in this situation. So he flailed his arms and legs about, leading him to tackle the unicorn instead of headbutting the windmill. And just in time, too : The blades had given way inches away inches away from them, precisely where she was staring at merchandise through a shop's slightly cracked glass pane.

Removing the obstrusive piece of tissue from his face, Baldoire assessed the situation. The giant was slain, that was for sure. However, something else piqued his interest. He just couldn't put his hoof on what. Until it struck him as an umbrella skimmed past him. This was no time for two frail ponies to jaunt abount. In fact, aside from him and the unicorn, the streets were now deserted. The wind was growing stronger, too. "Hmm." He hmm'd aloud like he had the habit of doing. "Miss saturnine damsel !" He declared, adressing Sirel. "How foolish of us 'twas to venture the city in times of cataclysm. It is fortunate, yet, that I happen to have shelter a reasonable distance from where we stand. I-"

He was about to introduce himself in rhyme when a lightning bolt landed even closer to him than the windmill's blades to where Sirel had been standing. "May Tartarus engulf you, weather ponies !" He yelled at the sky to one of his most disrelished type of ponies, forgetting in an instant that he had just elusively told his interlocutor that he had a home in the Ponyville residential area and that they would be much safer in than outside where a proper tornado warning was due.

((Oh, um ... I don't mean to sound rude, but the rules explicitely state the administrator would appreciate at least 250 words per post ... I don't know what kind of trouble one can get into if they don't follow that quota~♫))

[Sirel]

(I know, I momentarily disregarded the rule because the reply would have sounded redundant if I had made it any longer. However, if it does prove to be a problem I may edit it.)

Sirel's shiny green eyes widened as she watched the grey stallion's far from majestic leap play out in what seemed to be slow motion. A gust of wind tossed his wriggling scarf into his face, resulting in the violent splaying and kicking of all four of his legs. With an explosion of dust and the scuffing of hooves in the dirt, Sirel landed hard on her flank and was shoved onto the ground flat. She huffed as the breath was knocked out of her, and would have jumped at the sound of crashing metal and the high-pitched cringing of thin blades that had once adorned the windmill, only she couldn't. She groaned and put two hooves beneath her body and shoved, righting herself at once, and forcing the weight of the accident-prone pony off of her.

She shook and dusted herself off before reaching a hoof to her hindquarters and rubbing the raw area that had been so roughly dragged through the dirt. She said nothing at first, and merely raised a brow at the words he spoke. What an odd pony he is.. It appeared he meant well by his actions, only the way it had been carried out was not very effective in whatever it was he was attempting to accomplish.

The mare leaped into the air as a crack of lightning split through the air and struck the ground in a spot very close to them. The earth was charred, and her pelt tingled with static. "Er, you know, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad time to get out of here.." her eyes darted around with a look of concern as she began to trot away from the area of incident rather quickly.

[joxis]

But he wasn't listening anymore. Immediately getting up after being cast aside by the unicorn, he stared vehemently at the skies above. What should have been nothing more than disgruntled mumble turned into a flight of prosecutory poetry. "Ye who thunder command, why must ye curse the land ? Undeserving demiurges ere now ye are gifted; is't too much ask'd to have thine misplac'd joy lifted ?" He yelled as convenient flashes of lightning struck about him, underlining the pure epicness he felt, even though there definitely was something wrong and unusual about this particular thunderstorm. Which, again, he couldn't notice. His tiny tirade gave birth to a new energy inside him. He felt fiercer than before. A fearless, flawless force. Such was in fact the face of his fair fever. It felt like fire.

Which it was, on closer inspection. One of the lightnings at set his scarf on fire. And his cloak, and his gloves, too. A normally consituted Earth pony would've dashed to the fountain right in front of them. And since although his mind was offbeat, his body was quite similar to that of any other Earth pony, he did just that. And pretty quickly, too. So much so, in fact, that his clothes were soggy at best and not torn apart or devoured by fire at all. They were just ripped and charred at the very tip, making his factory new attire look as battle scarred as he always wanted it to.

Stepping out of the foutain, he decided to head back home as fast as he could. Not because of his impending doom if he stayed one more minute under this Armageddon of a weather, but because he just had to dry his newfound 'Battleforged Wanderer's Clothes of Veteranship' before it shrunk ( which it wouldn't since it wasn't made of wool, but he never inquired about that ). Something was off, though. The unicorn.

Curses.

Every mare in jeopardy that hadn't challenged him on some aspect of his life yet ( and there were very few of those ) was a damsel in distress in his eyes. Keeping that in mind, he meticulously checked his surroundings until he saw a black silhouette making off at a street's corner. "Wait, uh, Dulcinea !" He hadn't asked for her name, so he had to come up with probably the most generic and widespread of them all. "Do stay ! Wait, no- DON'T stay there ! It's dangerous ! Do follow me, though ! I have board and lodging !" He resumed, dashing towards the exact spot he had seen her pass by.

[Ashti Sandburst]

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