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[pegasii]

i’m leaving the group, i'm just not vibing and have no muse. :{  you can still find me on discord if anyone wants to keep in touch 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐱.#1313 but this blog will be deleted soon.

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atticus was going about his usual walk around the market like he did every weekend. he didn’t usually see any anything new but nonetheless he was still entertained enough walking around all the booths, seeing familiar faces, some he liked more than others, some he liked less. every time the weekend rolled around he already had an internal list of things he needed stuff to cook with or treats for the horses like some organic carrots or apples but occasionally he’d pick up a thing or two that would look nice in his apartment. he also had a bad habit of touching everything, which was maybe a tease for the people behind the booths expecting him to buy and that day was no different. he came up to the familiar booth of plants, turning the pots around the find their labels, touching leaves that looked fuzzy but he was gentle about it. caught redhanded, he put the pot he had in his hand down carefully. “ i’m just looking. ” he answered, not looking up at first. “ how are you ? ” he asked a moment later, lifting his head to meet august’s gaze.

August & Open → The Agora Market 

The Sunday sun shines down on the Agora Market and August sits in the shaded entrance of his cluttered stall trailer with a small fold up table in front of him, potting some freshly germinated seedlings. His movements are slow and methodical, taking great care to push each new little plant deep into the soil. His fingers shake, they always have, or rather, they have for long enough that August struggles to remember a time they didn’t. 

He’s hungover, a usual state of being for August these days, though he offers small, but friendly smiles to passersby despite the pounding in his head. Next time he’ll drink less, he tells himself, but of course he’d said that last time, and the time before. Today the exhaustion is even heavier than usual, though he shrugs it off, figuring he really did just take it took far the night before. Stifling a yawn, August disappears into the back of his trailer for a moment to grab a fresh bag of soil, returning to find someone at his stall. 

“Need help with anything?” He asks, emerging from the trailer. 

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atticus & jada· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

bone  deep  exhaustion  had  settled over  her,  eyelids  barely  opening  and  closing  enough  for  it  to  seem  like  she  was  awake.  the  previous  couple  of  days  had  been  spent  with  restless  nights  and  thoughts  that  hadn’t  seemed  to be  her  own  invading every  inch  of  her  mind,  strange  occurrences  and  feelings  about  other  people  she  had  never  had  leaving  her confused  and  testy  at  every  turn.  habit  found  her  at  trojan,  bag  of  oats  and  apples  in  hand  for  her  horse,  and  a  testament  to  how  out  of  it  that  jada  felt  that  she  hadn’t  noticed  the  other  presence  when  she’d  come  into  the  barn.  “  i  just  got  here.  define  weird,  ”  she  murmured,  a  hint  of  a  smile  cracking  her  features.  “  if  the  horses  are  taking  offense  to  how  you  smell,  they’d  need  to  do  a  quick  sniff  check  of  their  own  before  judging  you.  seems  like  it’s  just  been  one  of  those  weekends  ;  one  of  those  full  moon  types  of  things.  ”

the  redhead  stood  up  for  a  moment  and  grinned  at  the  joke.  “  thanks  for  making  me  feel  better  and  weird  as  if  a  ship  just  landed  and  i  walked  off  of  it  like  i’m  some  otherworldly  being.  ”  he  elaborated.  he  perched  himself  on  a  nearby  bail  of  hay,  looking  up  at  her  and  making  a  face.  “  you  believe  in  all  that  full  moon  stuff  ?  and  you  mean  you’re  not  feeling  weird  too  ?  it  seems  like  everyone's  been  off  lately.  surely,  you  haven’t  been  exempt  unless  you’re  one  of  the  lucky  ones.  ”

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atticus & mysha· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

Admittedly she could have dealt with a stranger coming across her, it would have been easier to escape the awkward conversation that came with physically threatening someone. “Jesus Christ Atticus.” Mysha sounds exasperated, as if he was the one who caught her off guard. It’s only a matter of seconds until she puts the arrow with the rest and slings the bow behind her back. She was somewhere familiar, and she hoped it stayed that way for the rest of the night, and with someone she knew. Despite that she couldn’t shake off her feelings of confusion. “I’m going to be honest with you I don’t really know. I didn’t exactly have a plan. I had to be here.” If she cared more about other’s opinions Mysha would be more worried about saying the truth. There’s a sudden glint in her eyes now. “Since we’re both here though, want to race to the top of the ruins? I heard the view of the moon is incredible.” It’s a strange shift after she had been so confused. Much like everything else that has happened in the past few hours however, she couldn’t explain it it just felt right.

atticus only relaxes more when the weapon is down. he knew her aim was true so he had a reason to be a little scared, not that she would have shot him intentionally. he nodded at her answer, somehow understanding. it was the nearly the same as his own reasoning. he needed to see the ocean, or at least that’s what he thought. at the proposal of a race, even in the dark his eyes lit up a little, the competitive spark within him lit by the invitation. even if there was no prize to be won other than the win itself. he said nothing which was maybe unfair but he was actually worried about her catching up when he took off.

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ATTICUS & SAGE· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( SUNDAY MORNING )

     he thought about his question, playing with a single piece of hay to keep his hands from being idle. alex doesn’t look up at him as he asks; what was he supposed to say ? he says the horses are acting weird, and alex was talking to dead people in his head, so what if he was wrong ? and he looked fucking crazy for even saying anything at all ? but then again… this is atticus he was talking to. he’s been telling him all about the weird shit he’s gone through ever since the day they claimed each other as best friends. the gears were stirring and moving in his head, but finally, he speaks. “ okay, fuck — you have to promise you won’t think i’m crazy, alright ? like you won’t try to fuckin’ admit me or anything. ” an exaggeration, but the point stands.  

atticus raises his brows, waiting and smiling a little more when alex finally speaks. “ i always think you’re crazy so i don’t think this would be anything new. ” he shrugged his shoulders but the longer he looks at alex the more he realizes alex isn’t kidding. this isn’t some joke between them or something like usual and it very quickly shows on atticus’ face. he rolls his eyes a little but finally nods, “ you know you can trust me. who do i have to tell ? ” he asks. he could be an asshole but he was still loyal no matter what. “ you share first and then it’ll be my turn for story time. ” 

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atticus & sage· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

“Of course, when have I ever lied to you?” Normalcy feels just out of reach, her attempt at teasing falling just short, feeling too forced. Frowning, she scans their surroundings, as if searching for the threat her body is biologically prepared to face, the tightness in her stomach and prickling at the back of her neck making it hard for her to focus on Atticus. “Yeah,” Suddenly tuning back in, she shifts a sharp gaze back to his face. “I feel…off. Like myself, but more. And…my eyes.” Brown irises faded into a pale grey, startlingly out of place as she looks at him, wide-eyed. Another frown takes over her face ; she’s not sure why she’s telling him all this, really, as it feels far too vulnerable, too close to some terrifying truth. With a sudden shake of her head and shoulders, an attempt to physically cast off the fog-like discomfort, she forces a stilted smile at his joke. “I’ll have to go with a solid eight on the what the fuck scale, and a two on the ‘enjoying this experience’ scale.” It’s a little comforting to know she’s not the only one puzzled by the day’s offerings. “What’s going on with you?”

“ no.. ” atticus admits, sighing softly. he listens, the condescending tilt of his head straightening up when she mentioned her eyes and he finally had a proper look. his entire face screws up into an expression of concern. it’s hard for her to say to him and he can tell. “ i get exactly how you feel... i wish i had an explanation but i don’t... seems like you’ve certainly got it worse than me. other than the horses... i don’t know... my mind is going a million miles a minute, it’s like i’m thinking too much but i can’t stop it. ” he finally says, “ and i can’t sleep. ” he adds, defeated.

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somehow he pulled himself out of his nightmares again, jolting awake and relieved to find himself in bed, on solid ground and not descending like he was minutes prior in his sleep. sometimes he could be a night owl but he rarely left home at night because he simply believed you couldn’t enjoy the outdoors much in the dark but that night he felt a little different. he decided to try, figuring maybe the view might be nice and that a walk and the sounds of the distant waves might soothe him. so atticus dresses a bit warm and makes his way to the ruins, truly not expecting to run into anyone but he supposed it wasn’t that late. he rounds a corner of the path after hearing some rustling in the brush and jumps when he finds someone there. it only took him a second to figure out who, her bow glinting in the moonlight and atticus was really only familiar with one archer. “ what are you doing out here ? and with that ? at night ?.... ” he asked, putting his hands up in surrender but sighing, his posture relaxing.

STATUS: open LOCATION: the ruins, a few hours after sunset

If one were to ask Mysha how she’s been doing since the pink moon, she wouldn’t be able to give them an honest answer. She’s felt the best she might have ever felt in her life but at the same time found herself plagued with mental distress. Her brain felt like it was going to explode yet a sense of clarity washed over her. Whatever was going on it was a lot. Every part of her demanded to go to the woods and after being taught to listen to her body of course she was going to oblige. She grabs her bow and slings it onto her back before heading out. Archery had always helped her clear her mind and she knew how quiet the ruins got at night. It had been so long since she’s been out to practice, too long now that she’s thought about it. Mysha runs along the path and finds herself having no trouble getting to exactly where she wanted to be without any proper light, her energy levels only rising the more time she spends under the moon. Upon hearing the rustling of leaves she stops in her tracks and stays completely silent. Drawing her bow she waits in anticipation and is startled to see a boar come out of the trees. She knew they were an issue in Australia but until today had yet to see one. They stare at each other for what feels like ages and something about this was familiar to her. Suddenly Mysha is somewhere else, a different wooded area and this time during the day, she says something but it isn’t her voice. It only lasts for a moment but it’s enough to make her step back in shock as the creature goes on it’s way. The sound of footsteps pulls her out of it and she turns, not dropping her weapon. “What—.” She blinks, eyes having to adjust to the darkness again and hoping it’ll help her reorient herself. “Why are you out here?” Straight to the point as always.

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𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝟏 / ∞.

he  danced  on  the  knife's  edge  between  awareness  &  sleep.  when  he  dreamt  like  this,  he  was  a  king.  the  world  was  his  to  bend.  his  to  burn.

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atticus & alex· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

     “ you always stink, so that’s probably not it. ” alex commented, his eyes still laser focused on his phone as he scrolled through the last few tweets on his feed before they finally looked up to meet atticus’ eyes. still, he grins at him — his trademark, shit-eating grin whenever he threw comments like that around. seeing as he’s got the day off, he decided to do what he did best; which was to find the nearest friend to bother and follow them around while they went about their responsibilities all day. today’s unlucky victim was atticus — although, he’s been quite used to alex and his incessant need for attention since high school. “ maybe they’re pissed at you. what’d you do to the horses, atty ? ”

“ oh you’re so funny.. ” atticus squinted slightly at his friend, but he couldn’t stay serious and after a moment a lopsided smile came over his face. it was so early, he was honestly surprised alex was out and about and paying him a visit but he could never be mad about seeing his best friend. besides, atticus was a good multitasker, talking to someone while he did his work helped the work go by faster so he didn’t mind. “ they’re not mad. ” the redhead corrected him as if the horses had told atticus himself with words. “ they’re just... i didn’t believe in this lunar shit but maybe people are right, the animals are being weird, everyones being weird, are you gonna be weird today too ? ” he teased him, twisting his foot back into his boot and crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

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atticus & sage· + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

Restless feet brush against the grass of the field as she seeks answers — or, at least, a moment of respite from the relentless discomfort she’d felt all week. As if something is stirring within, the inside of her skin itching with the suffocation of entrapment. Eventually, without even realizing how far she’d wandered, she reaches the barn, sees the horses just beyond and Atticus approaching. He pulls her from her cyclone of thoughts, her worries and theories she’d been mulling over all morning. “No,” She shakes her head, drawing her cardigan around her torso, and frowns over at the offending creatures as if to scold them. Still half in thought, she pulls her gaze back to Atticus’. “You do smell, but not all that bad. Something weird is going on….everywhere.” 

he stood up properly, wrapping up whatever he was doing faster that he probably would have with anyone else. “ thanks. i appreciate the honesty. ” he sighed, but the annoyance that would boil up with most everyone else didn’t with her. “ so you feel it too ? ” he asked, brows raising a little and finally revealing that it wasn’t just the horses who were off. he felt like he had so much energy that day and his mind was raising but he didn’t know why. “ care to rate your experience one out of ten ? it’s a seven for me right now, a bad seven or a good seven ?... i have no idea.. ”

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 + 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 ( sunday morning )

atticus felt something was off within an hour of waking that day and things just got even weirder when he got to the ranch. he started feeding all the horses like usual and only when they got their hay and grain did they stop standing there with their heads out of their stalls, staring at him. when he got to field all of the horses were at the fence waiting, versus the usual one of two that lined up when feeding time came around. they stood and were quiet even after he greeted them, rubbing their noses and fixing their forelocks. he tossed them their hay and their trance was broken just like the others but he still walked away with his brows furrowed, wondering why they were acting so strange. he banged some dirt packed on the bottom of his boot out against the entrance to the barn, looking invested in that and not looking up when he heard someone approaching. “ the horses are acting really weird today. did you see them? they were looking at me like i was an alien.. like do i stink or something? if i do you can say it but i swear i took a shower last night.. ” he rambled on as he pulled his boot off and shook hay out of it that was poking him in his sock.

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⠀ ⠀ “𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐓” aka “𝘉𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘖𝘕”.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ demi-god of combat & equine lordship

𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎. hello, i’m pollux. ur resident greek mythotty, biracial leo & sci-fi whore. i’m 23 and go by she/her. i’ve written a few diff versions of bellerophon over the years and i’m super excited to write him here. he has a few hcs already i’d like to stick to that i’ll list below but other than that he’s been rewritten a lot to fit this rp. pls don’t hesitate to message me about plotting and starting threads. my replies will likely be lowercase with dialogue bolded and i’ll use static icons or none at all. don’t feel the need to match this, it’s just what’s easiest for me since my fc doesn’t have a ton of resources that would work !!  i’m hoping to compile everything below into a carrd page instead of this post so when that’s done the link will be in the source. discord is  𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐱.#1313

ATTICUS or ATTY ( he hates to be called the latter though so be warned )

cis man, he/him, bisexual biromantic

june gemini, currently 27 years old. 5′10 ( fc is ruairi o′connor )

working at trojan horse ranch as a farrier & ranch hand

lives at hesperides villas

+ compassionate, courageous, hardworking

- haughty, stand-offish, selfish

animal lover obvi, very outdoorsy, aussie native his entire life ( from sydney, aus ), still deciding but he probably grew up on a ranch of some sort but probably learned farrier work from a parent or something. i think he moved to magnetic island at 15-16 to live with a relative bc of a messy home situation ?? haven’t decided yet. he felt different his entire life but after moving to magnetic island he started to realize something was truly off. maybe it was giving all the horse trainers a run for their money without even trying because of his ability to bond with essentially any equine, or maybe it was the dreams he’d always had of himself falling. falling from what ?? he never knew, and falling to where he also doesn’t know. he always keeps falling until he wakes up. he’s also drawn to water and finds comfort in being near it.

PETS. he has a brumby gelding named anthizo, which is greek for bloom. he’s a dark bay with no white markings and is 17 years old. he has a back injury and can’t be ridden so he spends his days in the pasture with the other horses or getting pampered by atticus.

ABILITIES.

influence equine behavior

while he can understand most animals well, he always knows exactly what horses are feeling and reassurance from him about things makes them far more cooperative than they would be with the average person.

water control & manipulation

percy jackson vibes probably but without the healing abilities or at least less so of. i think he’s controlled water subconsciously in the past without realizing too.

A COUPLE HCS.

( mind you i’m still learning who plays who. )

he’s gonna hate zeus’ reincarnation naturally. in his past life he did everything he could to prove zeus wrong and zeus punished him by making pegasus drop him and by taking pegasus to carry his lightning bolts. so naturally, atticus is not gonna like him and it’s very likely he won’t fully know why and even if they are civil he will have a natural dislike for him that he simply won’t be able to pinpoint.

he’s gonna feel a kinship towards athena because of her aide to him in his past life.

i’m not sure what his feelings will be / are of poseidon yet !!

he definitely comes across as a know-it-all at the ranch and that can manifest to him being an asshole but he just truly loves the horses and hates when people do dumb shit around them.

in his spare time he really enjoys books but only ever reads outside.

a way to win him over is probably very deep conversations, validation in not feeling alone about his dreams or abilities will help him to open up.

his competitive and egotistical nature has joined his reincarnation and when given the opportunity he’ll show it.

CONNECTIONS.

so rn literally anything, especially a roomie !!