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Once two, now three - Kodan - 02-04-2021



Kodan and Akiak were on their first real adventure, beyond the one which first brought them together. It had been months since they had first met, on the eve of Akiak’s mother’s death after fighting against the stallion Sirocco. Said stallion had been taken into Mrazan custody personally by Arakses, while he had tended to the elk calf, not that he knew the first thing about being an adoptive parent. Evidently Akiak had chosen him, and hadn’t strayed far from his side since. Now the little one was growing stronger with every day that passed, and was strong enough to withstand travel beyond the borders of Hearthstone. Kodan was itching to get back out into the surrounding lands, particularly because he hadn’t seen Morta in a while, too long as far as he was concerned.

When he’d learned of the appearance of a new land, two new lands, actually, and had managed to arrange a good place for the two of them to meet up, well, needless to say he was eager to get going. He couldn’t fly, however, with Akiak confined to the ground, but he didn’t mind too much. The young bull was already big enough that he could more or less keep up with the stallion without too much effort. It only became easier once they got out of the snow which blanketed Mraz in a thick, hindering swath. They were headed for Muramasa Gorge, a place which was vastly different from Mraz, from temperature to biome itself, and Kodan was not sure what to make of the sea of green which greeted the duo.

Bamboo, as he’d learned it was called, thinner than any trees he knew, and yet so tall they had begun to bend beneath their own weight. They made for a magnificent sight, though he would readily admit he was more focused on adjusting to the warmer temperatures, for which he was not well suited due to his muscular stature and thick coat. Nevertheless, he was in an uncommonly good mood, particularly since he knew Morta would be nearby, and because of the sheer joy and curiosity Akiak faced the world with. The young male was excited to explore and learn more about this novel location, so alien to what he’d known for the short time he’d been alive.

“Morta?” Kodan called, raising his voice somewhat to attempt to allow his voice to carry throughout the thickly grouped shoots. Akiak was already wandering off to see what he could nibble on, starting with the bamboo, evidently, to which Kodan trailed after, baffled, despite this not being a new thing. “Akiak, don’t eat that.” He said, slightly exasperated, but the fondness in his tone showed he held no real ire.

"He speaks." He thinks.

Kodan & Akiak

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@Morta


RE: Once two, now three - Morta - 03-13-2021


morta

Mraz had proven itself most fitting for Kodan; she had seen it blossom during their tour of the wintery village of Hearthstone, the way his eyes had shown bright with interest and his stout frame had responded enthusiastically to Ismenia’s synopsis of the land. Morta had not been surprised when she, her own curiosity replete, had mentioned it time to leave the northern mountain range and the dappled pegasi had balked at the idea of departure. The bygone Fate had wished him well with the hint of a smile at the corners of her dark mouth and the promise to reunite with him in time.

With the discovery of a new land, she had said, they would meet there.

Some months had passed since their agreement, and much travel had been experienced on the part of the nomadic woman. She had discovered that there were parts of E’renthas that she favored the most, particularly the graveyard, but there had been something absent that had left her feeling almost more restless than usual during her explorations. It took Morta a long while, never having experienced it before, to realize that it was Kodan’s absence affecting her in such a way.

His natural banter, despite her own inability to jest easily with him, was missed - and in its scarcity left a quiet sadness that she often tried to ignore.

When whispers of a new biome began to greet her eternally curious ears with each new acquaintance she came to meet, Morta turned her attention and her everlong legs towards Muramasa Gorge. She made good time, despite her affinity for the casual meander, and greeted the unexplored bamboo forest with upturned crimson eyes. The thin-trunked forest seems to extend far beyond what her gaze can behold, but it’s the white-barked trees scattered within it that truly draw her attention.

Morta’s obsidian frame moves slowly, forging new paths as she explores the gorge. Her feathered tail flicks easily as she moves, her intrigue shown only in the way it twitches excitedly the way a feline’s would.

She does not hear Kodan call for her despite the forward-press of her ears, but she will soon find that he is not far behind as a gangly ungulate appears before her, his interest turned to the bamboo shoots that surround them. Her red eyes follow the elk, curious what had brought him this far south when she had only heard of them wandering near the Mraz mountains, when the voice she had come to find, and the body attached to it, revealed itself from within the bamboo forest.

A gentle yet genuine smile finds her usually pursed lips as Morta’s gaze beholds the familiar dapples of Kodan. “Hello there,” she greets, measured and Morta-esque, as her curious gaze moves back to the elk. “I did not realize the elk migrate this far south.”




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RE: Once two, now three - Kodan - 03-13-2021



Kodan had been loathe to separate from Morta, but he had indeed felt drawn to Mraz. The cold, wintry landscape felt like home to him, a feeling which he had sorely missed. Of course, he had to wonder after the fact if it was in fact some act of fate which held him back from joining her when she left Mraz to continue her nomadic travels. For it was shortly thereafter that the young elk had come into his care, under tragic circumstances, and it was made clear he had a duty to fulfill. A sense of purpose. He and Morta had agreed to meet when new land revealed itself, something that still baffled Kodan, but he trusted Morta and figured he’d learn soon enough what that meant.

Still as the months passed, he grew increasingly restless, tethered only by the need to make sure Akiak was old enough, strong enough, to be able to keep up with the stallion, and to not struggle while doing so. When that day finally came, the curious young elk was eager to explore new sights, especially such sights as what Kodan had told him about. A place with no snow? Green instead of white? Such things were confusing to the young boy, but he was eager to explore and learn more about the land they lived in. It was around this time, too, that whispers came of new land, of the mists retreating to reveal a place entirely foreign. Rumored to have been sculpted from the minds of those who had first explored it.

Truthfully, though he was intrigued by this newly discovered land, he was more eager to reunite with Morta. He had to admit he felt a bit like a little boy with his first crush, but he couldn’t help it. Even if he could, he didn’t want to. Morta was an anomaly, and yet for all her unique mannerisms, something about her drew him in. He was…comfortable around her. Something that wasn’t all that easy to achieve for the battle hardened, and scarred, viking. The unlikely duo, equine and elk, certainly had some adjusting to do as they went from the cold-bitten landscape of Mraz, to, ultimately, the tropical bamboo forests of Muramasa Gorge. The temperature difference alone was staggering, but fortunately the change had been somewhat gradual, and allowed them to adjust.

His call for Morta seemed to go unheard, but it wasn’t much longer before they encountered one another. Or rather, she encountered Akiak as he curiously lipped at the leaves which grew from each thin shoot. His fond chiding may as well have fallen on deaf ears, for all the attention Akiak gave them, instead happy to nibble on a leaf or two, little fluffy tail swishing happily. Before Kodan could say anything further, he had noticed Morta, along with her gentle, yet certainly genuine, smile. He instantly felt at ease, and found an answering smile curving his features. Her measured greeting was followed soon thereafter by her curiosity regarding his unlikely companion. Kodan chuckled, smiling crookedly. “No, they don’t. Morta, this is Akiak, my…companion I guess you could say? Akiak, this is Morta.” Kodan introduced the two, to which the white elk looked away from his explorations long enough to offer a cheery grin. “He took to me after his mother was killed.” Kodan added, by way of explanation, before his attention refocused on her. “How have you been?”

"He speaks." He thinks.

Kodan & Akiak

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@Morta


RE: Once two, now three - Morta - 04-15-2021


morta

There’s a comfort in Kodan’s presence that Morta is not yet accustomed to. The part of her that prefers to remain uninvolved in other peoples’ lives shies away from the warm familiarity the scarred viking brings, but as always, the erstwhile Fate instinctively smiles ─ albeit tight-lipped ─ as her reservations begin to fade. Perhaps most helpful is Kodan’s ability to follow her cues without finding time to be offended by the way she speaks, bypassing small talk to sate her own intrigue in the presence of the young ungulate in their company.

A twinge of surprised amusement finds her obsidian facade as the Mrazan stallion introduces her to the creature. His companion. Briefly, the gunmetal mare thinks back to the young leopecta that had secured herself to Morta’s side for a few weeks following her arrival to Uncharted, but the Fate had proven too measured and uneventful for the sprightly feline, and so they had parted soon after. Morta has not thought of her often since.

She gives a small nod to the ivory elk in exchange for the cheeky smirk offered to her, though her mulish ears remain focused on Kodan as he provides a summation of the events that had brought him and Akiak together. A brief air of nostalgia overtakes her as she thinks upon the cause she no longer serves, the threads she could no longer sever with her weighty shears and the souls she could no longer herald to the Ferrymen. When she pulls herself from this reverie, it’s with a frank ambience that she finally says, “Fate has been kind to him.” It does not occur to the feather-tailed woman that this comment could be perceived as odd or insensitive, but it’s upon the very fact that Kodan had been around to take the elk in as his own that she lingers.

“I’ve been well,” Morta offers her response almost dismissively ─ she is rarely anything other than fine. Emotional tumult is not a familiar or frequent companion, though she is suddenly struck with a thought that she is hesitant to share but does so anyway. “The days were lacking, though, without our conversations.” She pauses, tail fluttering behind her for a moment before she returns the question to Kodan. “And yourself? How do things fare in Mraz?”



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RE: Once two, now three - Kodan - 04-15-2021



Kodan couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps Morta felt something similar to the comfort and ease with which he felt when he was around her. He felt as though he were accepted as he was, and not expected to do anything or be anything else. He knows Morta is not accustomed to being around others; she doesn’t have the practiced ease of someone who is often social, but he doesn’t mind. He knows she is not inherently cruel, and while her words may seem curt or even perhaps meant to cause offence, he doesn’t believe there’s an ounce of malintent within her.

He can tell she’s surprised at his revelation regarding his newfound companion, introducing her to Akiak, and vice versa. He could never have guessed that his time in Mraz would turn out the way it has, but he certainly had no complaints. He found he liked having company, and looking after Akiak took his mind off of Morta, even if only for a little while. Her frank response as to how fate has been kind to Akiak throws him a bit, but not in a bad way. He hums quietly in thought. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I’m glad to have been the one he chose.” He said after a pause. He wished the young boy hadn’t had to lose his mother in such a tragic way, but he was glad that the young life had been spared.

Akiak had offered a happy grin to the mare when they are introduced formally, noting the response he gets in turn, though he doesn’t miss how Morta’s attention still seems to remain on Kodan throughout. The elk occupies himself with snuffling around the leaves and other debris upon the forest floor while Kodan inquires as to her wellbeing. Her response was a relief to Kodan, though he suspected she would rarely admit, or perhaps realize, anything to the contrary. “It gladdens my heart to hear that.” He admitted without really thinking, but it was no less true. The last thing he would have wanted was for her to be anything but, especially when he had not been there to try and help if he could. Her following admission though, catches him off guard. He had perhaps felt that she didn’t return the warmth which had been steadily building within the stallion throughout their time together and their interactions, but the fact that she had missed their conversations had to mean something…right?

Morta’s inquiry about his time when they were apart drew him out of his reverie, if only to prompt him to offer her the same honesty as she had gifted him. “Having Akiak has been…a lot of new experiences. I imagine this is what it must be like to have a child. Even with him though…I have missed our conversations as well. Your company was sorely missed.” He admitted, even going on after a brief hesitation to add, “As much as I have grown to love Mraz, I don’t think I could be truly happy being there all the time, when I’d much rather be accompanying you.” Kodan knew he was baring his heart to the mare, even if only in a more muted, subtle way, but he was determined to be honest with her, even if it ended in rebuke. Friendship was still better than going without her company entirely.

"He speaks." He thinks.

Kodan & Akiak

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@Morta


RE: Once two, now three - Morta - 04-21-2021


morta

Sharing her thoughts on Kodan’s absence had felt unnatural, as did the emotions themselves, but Morta is moderately thankful when her words seem well-received by the viking stallion. It’s unfortunate for Kodan, however, that the Fate lacks the ability to perceive the intentions behind his response ─ so when he begins to bare his heart to the obsidian woman, the true meaning is lost on her. With a polite smile, she nods at his words and offers a solution she feels could be helpful to the stallion, though likely is not.

“You are welcome to accompany my explorations whenever you feel it’s appropriate,” her bright eyes turn briefly to the inquisitive Akiak before she’s struck with a curious thought. “They do not require you to stay within Mraz all the time, do they?” She is reminded of the archers they had seen guarding the buildings of Hearthstone when they had first visited the wintry kingdom and the vague answer they’d been granted by Ismenia when she’d inquired about them. The woman’s response had left Morta feeling more curious than she had initially, but there wasn’t much else the Fate had been able to pry from their tour guide. Perhaps now Kodan could shed some light on the situation, though if it was a wild beast that had severed the thread of Akiak’s mother, then it was likely beneficial that the archers existed in the capacity they did.

“Are there many dangers in Mraz?” she inquires, effectively ─ and truly unintentionally ─ moving the conversation away from the feelings Kodan had attempted to express. But before the speckled stallion is able to respond, Morta swings her long, lean neck to motion towards the path that continues through the long bamboo shoots.

“Let’s explore while we talk,” she adds before pivoting her tall, lithe frame and meandering down the walkway, “I haven’t heard many stories of this land yet. Perhaps we are some of the first to visit.”



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RE: Once two, now three - Kodan - 04-22-2021



Kodan is pleased to learn that Morta had missed their conversations, even if only in the friendly sense. He knew he was taking a risk in offering a deeper insight into his own feelings, and to his disappointment, but perhaps a bit relief, Morta seemed oblivious to the true meaning of his words. Her smile is polite, and she offers what he imagines she must feel is an appropriate response, letting him know he was welcome to join her on her explorations whenever he liked. His smile was bittersweet, but not devoid of hope. Despite what some may think upon first meeting the scarred stallion, he could be an incredibly patient man when it came to something, or someone, he wanted. He cared about Morta, that much he had already realized, and he wasn’t going to give up so soon.

“I appreciate that, and I will likely take you up on your offer whenever I am able.” He told her earnestly, following her gaze to Akiak, and then focusing back on her when she uttered her next inquiry. He was quiet as he turned his gaze back to Akiak, who offered them both a sweet smile, and then went back to wandering about, sniffing at bugs he’d find, or anything else of interest. “It was a horse who killed his mom. I’m told that isn’t a common occurrence. But yes, there tend to be a lot of predators looking for an easy meal.” He said finally, after Morta had beckoned them onward, to explore while they talked. He was happy to start moving, and gently nudged Akiak’s fluffy shoulder. “Come along, Aki. Let’s go see what else this place has.” He said kindly, to which the young bull was happy to charge along, gangly legs eating up the ground beneath him.

“I haven’t heard much about this place either. In any case, it would likely be a good idea for us to stick together. I haven’t spent a lot of time in these kinds of climes, but I have heard stories about poisonous creatures and the like. Small things that can kill.” He added, his expression one of curiosity as he glanced over at Morta once more, staying fairly close to her, but doing well to make sure he wasn’t crowding her. Any time they encountered a rather thick grouping of vines, bamboo, or anything similar, Kodan was always there to push a way through, or to hold them aside so Morta and Akiak could safely pass through.

"He speaks." He thinks.

Kodan & Akiak

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@Morta