[open] I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean

[ordinar]

Who: Wilhelm & pals
When: June onward
Where: Thorne, Nocwich
What: Catchall for hot boy summer
Warnings: Will update as needed



Closed and open starters to follow. :)

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[ordinar]

Tossing a look around the valley, he assesses that Zoya has coaxed a horse into staying — how the hell did she get it to calm down like that? Nikolai also seems to have wrangled one, already riding astride its back. And Kell—

Kell isn't standing at the edge of the trees anymore. The rest of the horses that fled in his direction, toward the pleasant scent of good things to eat, must have clipped him and knocked him down, because he's flattened to the grass.

"Kell!" Wilhelm shoots toward him, dropping to his knees beside his prone form. Kell is breathing, but though his eyelids flutter once, his eyes don't open. Worry cuts into Wilhelm's voice. "Fucking dumbass, making them run right toward you."

Signaling to Zoya, he calls, "Drop the wind! Let the rest of the horses go!"

They'll have their hands full enough with the ones they've managed to ensnare. Wilhelm's is still pulling against the force of the magic cord running between them. Belatedly, he remembers his plan to use his shadows as a means of controlling the horses, and he manifests a small curve of darkness around the sides of the animal's head, like blinders. Only, with the thing moving around so much, it's hard to keep his shadow in place. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain his concentration on his magic while at the same time dabbing at the blood trickling down Kell's forehead with his shirtsleeve.