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Played by Offline Marthanóir [PM] Posts: 69 — Threads: 8
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Male [He/His/Him]  |  Immortal [Year 494 Summer]  |  20 hh  |  Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 57  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
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The previous land he’d been in was flat, tucked in nicely against the sea, quiet and unassuming in its beauty. The new land he was exploring was quite the opposite. Cliffs raised above the sea, which was raging below, crashing and slamming into the face of the cliffs, swirling into white waters of anger. Liam peered down at the water, faintly remembering how he'd broken Bucky of his brainwashing and then fallen into the raging waters of the river that'd been crashing beneath them. He'd nearly drowned, but he woke up on the beach of the river, alone. Once he returned home - where he was taken into custody for questioning - he found that there was a very familiar set of teeth impressions on the crest of his neck.

Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. Delightful shivers, shivers that spread into pleasure. Memorable nights followed once he'd found Bucky again, memories that he cherished.

A deep breath was taken in as Liam swished his tail behind him, an ear flicking as he turned, blue eyes turning skyward for a moment. The sun had risen, and the clouds still hung in the sky, heavily pregnant with moisture that had not yet fallen, had not yet graced the land with the snowfall or whatever it decided to be for the day. Rolling his eyes at himself, Liam moves forward, looking around at the surrounding area. He was still so new to the area and he hated it. It was nice, don't get him wrong. It gave him the ability to essentially reinvent himself, but he was still that same horse, deep down. The one that was reckless, the one that jumped off cliffs and out of high windows, the one that scared Bucky more times than one because of how reckless he could be.

A small smile appeared on his lips at how freaked out Bucky had been the one time he'd witnessed Liam do something reckless. The chestnut stallion had rushed into a burning building - one that was completely crashing down - to rescue a foal that had been scared and stranded. The great captain had escaped virtually unharmed - just a few singed parts of his coat, mane, and tail. Oh, Bucky hadn't let him live that down for weeks. It'd been worth it; the foal and her mother had been reunited and the last Liam had heard, the foal had grown up and gotten married.   

During this period of quiet reflection, a form in the distance catches Liam's attention, his eyes squinting as he hastened his pace into a quick trot, tail arching behind him as he tries to close the distance between himself and the figure. From where he was, he couldn't tell whether it was a mare or another stallion, but he saw that the form was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to dive off it. Nostrils flare as he tries to get the other's scent, but the breeze skirts around him, taking with it the scent of Emersyn.

Ears pin tightly as he watches something come out from the other's sides. They don't seem natural, and for a moment, Liam is worried that he has to deal with another god or alien, something that was going to try and destroy his world like previously. The horse called out suddenly, and Liam broke into a canter, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to cover the ground between the two of them. The stallion thought about calling out to the person, trying to stop them, but no words came to his lips, none escaped his vocal cords.

She then called out to something - or someone.

Who? 

There is still so much distance between the two of them; how would Liam even get to her in time? Was she truly going to step off and end her life? Panic set into the stallion's mind and he picked his pace up into a slow gallop, muscles rippling under his copper coat, which gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. It wasn't even that warm out, but the fear and panic he was feeling caused excerbation of the sweating.

....jumping, then.

That is all Liam can hear with the wind starting to whip around him and he flattens his ears around his head as he lunges forward, strides lengthening. He needed to reach the mare before she-

Oh.

Liam's stomach lurched into his throat as he watched the mare step off the cliff, his eyes widening in horror as he skidded to a stop at the edge of the cliff. Horrified blue eyes watched as the mare fell rapidly toward the ground, panic and nausea rising in the back of his throat.

Frantically, he looked around for a quick way down before spotting a break: a path leading down to the flat ground below. Carefully - but quickly - he climbed down, ignoring the way that his limbs ache and jolt in pain whenever he steps in a hole or slams his hooves down on a particularly sharp rock. It was an adventure, scrambling down the cliff face. But he'd continue to do it if it meant that he could potentially save someone's life. Though, to be fair, he had failed in stopping the mare from walking right off that cliff.

Hadn't he done the same thing to Bucky? Hadn't he done this very same act in an attempt to end his own life not too long ago? Hadn't he put Bucky through this miserable experience? They always did say that karma had a way of rounding back around and biting you in the ass.

Finally, he makes it to the flat ground, having completely missed the mare landing safely, even though she'd landed on her knees. A sharp breath is exhaled through flared nostrils and he canters up to the mare, ears pinned against his head as he gives her a quick once-over, blue eyes sharp and calculating, though there was a softness and worry there.

"What were you thinking?" He scolds gently, carefully rounding her where she stood, anger flaring through him, quickly soothed by worry for the mare that he'd literally just watched step off a cliff to certain death. Suddenly, a realization came to him. It was certainly eye-opening.

Was this what Bucky meant when he said that Liam was reckless?

Oh.

Shaking his head from his thoughts, he looked down at the mare, clicking his tongue as he looked at her bleeding knees, worry for her flaring through him and bleeding into his words. "Miss, do you need help? Can you make it to where I can patch these wounds?"


Notes;; Oh god, the word vomit happened <3
Tag;; @Emersyn 
Voice Claim: Chris Evans
Words;; 1154



you can't justify murder
by masking it with a cause
liam













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And We Shall Make Angels - by Emersyn - 12-24-2019, 03:32 AM
RE: And We Shall Make Angels - by Liam - 12-29-2019, 03:22 AM
RE: And We Shall Make Angels - by Emersyn - 01-06-2020, 02:52 AM
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