Seafoam Wake

The Bermuda Triangle -- Where waves collide

Female. Lives in Ponyville, Equestria. Born on September 22, 1980

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Vampire

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Message me on my main account "Chiller Sway", as I am much more active on there.

Theme song: Chant of Allegiance

Roleplay Universe

Basically season 5

Roleplay Type

Narrative

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Seafoam Wake

August 17, 2022 1:47 pm RP

#RP Continuation from a previous post, link will be the first comment. And a surprise will happen to Seafoam~

Many descriptors could be said of Seafoam, but a weak constitution was not one of them. C... View More#RP Continuation from a previous post, link will be the first comment. And a surprise will happen to Seafoam~

Many descriptors could be said of Seafoam, but a weak constitution was not one of them. Cultivated by a proud species, the old warrior's mind could withstand magic manipulation, physical ailments, emotinal stressors, among many other things. Thus it was with great pain that Seafoam endured a self-inflicted hunger fast, to find her limits as a reborn vampire. Immense was her suffering, for her mind is sharp enough to comprehend her pain, even in such an agonizing state. Sol hung in the sky at the 3 o'clock position, but Seafoam cared not to tell. Her shadow held no meaning to her, nor did anything else her eyes might see. Lost of the strength to hold her eyes open, they gracefully closed until all The Huntress could see was void. Her physical pain distressed her more now, but there was no changing her hunger at this stage. She cold only bear through the pain. Eventually her eyes opened to the most unbelievable sight. A grey-furred thestral now sat beside her. 'Nopony comes to this hill.' Seafoam could barely hear her internal voice. She felt so tiny against the desert of destitution she had to endure. Performing internal thought was too exhausting, Seafoam will just let instinct inform her actions now. So all she did was study the grey bat pony, the fog of her vision slowly clearing to let her see more of the mare's details. Now she could finally discern the color of her mane: pink and uncurled, waving gently in the breeze. The sight of pink against the clouds in the sky almost tricked Seafoam into believing dusk was around the corner, and her seventh day of suffering could end. After deciding the mare did not mean sunset was approaching, Seafoam's mind finally decided to figure out who this pony might be. Looking at her red irises and slit black pupils finally unlocked recognition in The Huntress. It was Rosa Cavalier. No, this didn't make any sense. The last time she saw Rosa was over a year ago, when the duty of Huntress became hers to bear. A year was much too short to be allowed to see her again... 'It's uh... She's... This is a...' Hallucination was far to big a word to think of now. And this made more sense than seeing the real mare. Rosa didn't care that much about Seafoam to see her in a state like this. Believing there to be no point in communicating with it, Seafoam gazed silently upon Rosa, also believing the mare would disappear after awhile. In fact they held eye contact for an unmeasured amount of time before Seafoam finally relented. "Rosa." Her dry, aching throat managed to croak. "Seafoam." Her mentor replied. Her voice was kinder, and warmer than Seafoam last knew. It must be the light-headedness. "It's-- n-not as bad as it looks."

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Seafoam Wake

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Part 3 (Rosa Cavalier)
Part 3 (Hawk)

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Seafoam Wake

"Judging by the hollow look in your eyes, you're fasting." The thestral mother didn't sound too judgemental about Seafoam's desicion to starve herself. Being a projection of her own mind, how could it? "You are so fragile, my dear." Fragile? Her? The accusation made Seafoam pay closer attention...... View More"Judging by the hollow look in your eyes, you're fasting." The thestral mother didn't sound too judgemental about Seafoam's desicion to starve herself. Being a projection of her own mind, how could it? "You are so fragile, my dear." Fragile? Her? The accusation made Seafoam pay closer attention... What did Rosa mean by that? Just another vague insult to get a ruse out of her? "Where is your strength? Has it abandoned you at this hour? How is The Huntress, protector of this world, supposed to fight in this state?" "Mmph. I could-- I could get up when I want to." Speaking taxed heavily, her dry throat giving way to embarrassing bouts of choking coughs. Rosa was shaking her head once her eyes opened again. "You don't know that. You only know how to lay on this hill until Luna offers her strength. Her moon will shine full this night, are you dumb to how it will trigger your Blood Rage?" And Rosa might actually be right. What if the full moon's influence was enough to allow the darker vampiric instincts through? She'd pose a terror to all ponies around her until the frenzy subsides... Rosa waited for Seafoam's response, but none came. Her student was too deep in the wasteland of her own choosing. "You hope to gain experience through this? Isn't it wise to learn from the mistakes of others, not yourself?" "You-- you know why I'm doing this." The Huntress battled another onslaught of coughing fits, determined not to waste her breath. "It's because I... because I can do it. I can get through, Rosa." Seafoam paused to collect herself, determination coming back to her eyes. "Have to know I'm strong enough. St-strong enough to fight." Again, her mentor shook her head. "My dear, gentle Seafoam. You are strong enough to fight. I know it true to my heart." Rosa gently put a hoof to her grey chest, and allowed a small grin to show on her face. "Since the day my blade chose you, I have seen your strength, your valor. You cherish the family life brought you, and you have a deep love for this world. This is all a mare needs to keep it safe. This is why you were chosen, Seafoam." A tear rolled over the bridge of Seafoam's muzzle, gently absorbed by the lush grass she lay upon. She didn't know she'd begun crying, but now she couldn't make it stop. More tears poured from her eyes, even once she closed them to sob. How Seafoam longed to hear Rosa's voice again. To be congratulated, and loved by her. The chasm of hunger still hurt, but did not overwhelm her mind anymore. For in her crying she felt such relief to hear those words from her mentor. No devistation could dry the well of Seafoam's heart.

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Rosa Cavalier

Rosa waited patiently for Seafoam to get the fill she'd need. It was not something she'd no for just anyone, nor would she offer this again in the future. Seafoam had plenty to learn, and knowing her limits was going to be the biggest lesson for these vampiric issues. Nevertheless, it was forgiven a... View More

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Seafoam had regained her composure when Rosa began to speak, though hunger pangs still notably held bothersome for her. But soon enough Seafoam was not the focus of conversation... that honor now belonged to little Camille. Despite The Huntress’ initial reaction, the batpony filly was not actually... View More

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Rosa Cavalier

Camille was nearly buzzing like a bee with how quickly her wings flapped. An excited bat-like screech following just a moment after. She'd float herself around Seafoam, bobbing up and down as she did. The excitement to see something so unique to her young eyes was just too much for the small filly t... View More

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Hawk

A shadow cast from above, from what there was of the sun's light that shone down upon the land below, a flicker at first. Above Hawk was descending from upper clouds to the lower ones, piercing through them while he spiraled downward before pulling up to level out as he came down for a skidding land... View More

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Hawk

He stood his ground, remaining calm and reserved as she struggled to climb to her hooves. What was her deal? Even tossing his weapon aside did nothing to demonstrate his absolute lack of desire for hostility against her, thinking to himself that she was either deaf or just plain stupid or naïve hers... View MoreHe stood his ground, remaining calm and reserved as she struggled to climb to her hooves. What was her deal? Even tossing his weapon aside did nothing to demonstrate his absolute lack of desire for hostility against her, thinking to himself that she was either deaf or just plain stupid or naïve herself. In just a moment, came to the conclusion that she had no idea what she was talking about, and it was her delirium that fueled her already existing and unreasonable disdain for him. "Me?" he queried almost innocently while pointing to himself, looking around as if seeking another opinion from another on the matter, though it was more a gesture to accentuate his word. 'Now you wish to destroy me while weakened?' she asked, to which the stallion took immediate insult. 'You cannot challenge me' she added in what seemed to be an attempt to make herself out to be far more than what she currently appeared to be. "Wrong." he plainly stated as if it was absolute truth. "Are you associated with the Order of the Black Rose?" he would ask in return. Initially, he had no ill intention against her. Even so far as already having in mind to help her, if she needed it. Seafoam appeared to be in terrible shape, her evident laborious attempts to just keep standing and to speak seemed taxing enough on the starved mare. To him, she had no place, nor right, to accuse him of such intentions. "I can confidently say that you are not. You have the power to easily kill me, yet here I am since that day. You are no enemy, so it would be wise that you stop acting like it." he demanded, emphasizing the word 'acting'. "I can challenge you, but that would be wrong." he continued, picking his words carefully enough to put as much reason into them as he could, all the while leaving room enough to let her know that he is not to be taken lightly otherwise. "I did not come here to torment you." he pointed, using the gesture to the conversation back to her. "Nor should you dare imply I even knew you were here to begin with, it would be foolish of you." He had no intentions on harming her, or performing any form of aggression against her. She was in no shape for such conflict, and Hawk knew this. Ideas and thoughts ran through his head like simulation scenarios in a computer, calculated and deliberate, he shot a glance back to his saddlebags with an idea in mind. It required her cooperation, however, as no matter how much he would want something for any given situation, he would never have the right, nor the inclination, to force it upon others. Even if they were just as stubborn as her and refused it out of some misguided attempt at being tough. Again he would turn his gaze back to her, keeping an eye closely on every move she made. Now that it was safe to look her in the eye now, he would do so as he watched her struggle to keep standing with sheer will and the seemingly unreasonable contempt she held against him. For all intents and purposes, he had more a heart to help her instead of hurt. Just looking at her form alone triggered his desire to do good, to the best of his capabilities, even if he still gets flak for it. So it was that he went back to his pack to pull out another portion of what rations he had, as well as a fresher bottle of water he had stashed in there. "You can despise and hate me all you like." he said. "But unless you kill me, you will not stop me from doing what I can to help others who need it." Hawk cared not about trying to walk on eggshells, nor speaking in a manner to attempt to placate her. He spoke with purposeful and voluntary intent. He knew what he was doing and saying, with no fear for what may result of this exchange. All his worries were specifically on helping and doing the right thing. Something she seemed to know nothing about, given his memory of her answer to that question. If she truly believed the answer she gave, he wondered why she still lived. Who knows? he thought, perhaps something to address and touch on later if he has the chance.

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Seafoam upticked her muzzle a few inches when Hawk said she was wrong. The pegasus knew nothing, what experience had he with vampires? Had he read her library on the matter? Fight alongside or against her kin? What audacity had he to tell her yes or no? Obviously he desired to take advantage of her ... View MoreSeafoam upticked her muzzle a few inches when Hawk said she was wrong. The pegasus knew nothing, what experience had he with vampires? Had he read her library on the matter? Fight alongside or against her kin? What audacity had he to tell her yes or no? Obviously he desired to take advantage of her state. He should have taken his cue to leave... But here he was, gesturing and boasting to make his peace. Even while devoting such effort to stand, she perceived he wasn't here to fight her. Things were... off. He wasn't tense like her, or sneering, or moving to retrieve his weapon after dropping it during his initial surprise. Even so, she steeled herself and continued glaring. He made this talk about her not trying to kill him, foolish to assume his intentions. Of course she assumed his intentions, one must be a step ahead of ponies like him! Dangerous, bumbling fool! Maybe she should take him out of his misery and kill him right here... And by the Sisters, how delicious his blood would be. Healthy blood from the opposite sex was the greatest savory sort. Her literature described the how's and why's, and from two pony's blood she's sampled as a vampire, Chiller Sway held most intoxicating. Lemon's blood was... well not the same. Oh Hawk would be delectable... Yes her mouth and fangs knew it. They rung desperate anew, becoming cold and metallic within her muzzle. The only thing that could appease them would be to drink this stallion half dry~ The muscles in her legs seized to iron chords, wound tight, aching to be unleashed. The same intensity bunched up her wings, priming them through sheer confidence and hunger. A chill blitzed through her spine, seizing her every extremedy the same way. It would be easy. In this moment she felt she could tear the stallion apart before he knew what hit him. He'd take a wide look with that stupid one eye of his before meeting his destruction. Yes, yes he'd be utterly destroyed by her. Then she would feed. Feed. Feed. All at once, Seafoam realized that her fangs felt white-hot, and her vision hazy. Bloodlust had rapidly consumed what was left of her self-control. It ate the fury she felt for the stallion before feasting on her instinct. Muscles tight, fangs searing, wings shivering, her gut left to roil between her vampiric temptation or her mind's resilience. She cannot allow lesser instinct to rule! They inform her decisions, not make them! "You should not assume things about vampires." Seafoam uttered darkly while he studied her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing to work her muscles back down. It clearly took alot of effort on her behalf... whatever exactly she was doing, Hawk probably didn't realize she saw him as a tasty meal right now. How could he know without being a vampire himself to understand the desire? Regardless, she slowly got her act together. Her ears, wings, and the intensity in her legs slowly eased to more relaxed states. When she opened her eyes she nearly collapsed from utter mental fatigue, but stubbornly managed to catch herself and remain upright. She caught her breath for a moment before looking at Hawk again, now able to perceive his water bottle and food rations. Now able to think a little, this sight puzzled her. Did he really intend on giving those to her right now? Confusion betrayed her face. After all the effort it took to reign back her instincts she scarcely understand how he wanted to offer her something. She couldn't tell if it really was for her or not, her vampiric haze made her feel a bit out of the moment. Was Hawk... not trying to fight her??

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Hawk

He pondered as he rummaged through his bag, eeny-miney-moeing a limited assortment of what he had for his rations. Honey and oat? No..too cliche he thought, though it was a good subtle staple. Perhaps chocolate chip, he thought. "Nah.." he muttered under his breath before taking out a bar of blueber... View MoreHe pondered as he rummaged through his bag, eeny-miney-moeing a limited assortment of what he had for his rations. Honey and oat? No..too cliche he thought, though it was a good subtle staple. Perhaps chocolate chip, he thought. "Nah.." he muttered under his breath before taking out a bar of blueberry granola. During which time he was doing this, Seafoam was contemplating on his destruction, borderline relishing in the the thought even. Most of her preconceptions and assumptions about him regarding herself were indeed partially true. What *did* he know about her or her life and what she has done? The answer was simple, nothing. The very fantasy of what she wanted to do was palpable even for the likes of himself, resulting in his eye burning and itching with a sense of wanting to retaliate as a response. He shoved those feelings down with a callous cruelty to the point where he rubbed his eye through the eyepatch to establish his own dominance over himself. She spoke once, giving him advice to not claim to know anything about her or her condition. True advice, he would acknowledge privately within himself. He would never deny that, but he did want to respond to it nonetheless. Initially turning his head to the right, then correcting himself after realizing he can't see from his right side, he turned his head back and to the left to address her once again, without stopping his procurement of food and water "You are not the first." he boldly said. The first time and second time, sure, they were educated guesses based soley off just her eyes alone, as well as her unnatural strength and speed even for a pegasus. This time, it was officially confirmed, straight from the horse's mouth, albeit indirectly. Hawk took in a deep breath while sparing a moment to think of something else. She indeed was a vampire, and her starved appearance along with that lust for blood she seemed to give off as mere aura alone gave him an idea. It was a risk, raising a foreleg up a little and looking down at it, inspecting it for some reason, he looked back to his bag to pull something else out. He thought about it for a moment as he ran through many possibilities in his head, many didn't end well and others not so much but still had potential for him to not come out of it unscathed in some way. But he felt it was something that must be done, or else. He pulled out a clean and neatly folded handkerchief. To which he, at first, rejected in favor of looking for something else of a better use. Another short moment passed and he didn't find anything better, how disappointing, he thought. Now for the hard part, as he looked over at his weapon on the ground before getting up to pick it up. First, he looked around the ground to find a flat place to set down the granola bars he'd gathered, one of each flavor, and the bottle of water. Secondly, he turned his back to her while he would bring the blade to the flesh of one of his forelegs. Having wiped it on his shoulder of debris before so, it was easy, clean and smooth. He felt nothing for a split second, then a searing sting that could not be ignored went into his skin, and almost into muscle as he sliced himself. Drawing some blood by squeezing his foreleg, all the while with his back turned to her, he pressed the clean cloth to the wound to soak up the crimson flow that was encouraged by message. He hissed with an inhale and a wince as he did so, until the purely white fabric became soaked with that scarlet wine. Draping it over his wing, having it situated half-unfolded to do so, he dug through his belongings to pick out another cloth and tied it around that big cut. Preparations were done, putting the rest of his things away, and returning his weapon back into its scabbard that was situated on lower back, just under his wings, he stood to grab the food once again. The water too, gathering them clustered together to be carried with one hoof, close to the chest, and the other took hold once again of the steeped fabric as he rose to the air just enough to not touch the ground, made his way to her with his wings. He kept his distance, of course, he was dealing with a starved vampire and who knows what would happen. Alas, he couldn't do anything from being ten fee away from her at this point. So he made it a display to hold up the handkerchief toward her as an offering, holding it with his hoof underneath it to keep it from dripping too much. Taking a stop at a spot just five feet in front of her, carefully setting the snacks and water down in a way that would keep them fresh and clean, still holding the fabric of his blood out with his unscathed foreleg. It was here he could see her visible confusion. This perplexed him, made him wonder. Has nopony ever shown her kindness before?

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