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Post by Fallen on Jun 22, 2023 20:26:48 GMT -7
"Far in the outlier of The Howling Keep where travel is scarce and the border becomes unclear; Gothika and her siblings are exploring and enjoying the end of the day by playing in a cool stream. Though they have not a care in the world, they will all be in for a rude awakening which will only add more fuel to an already raging fire." G O T H I K A & J A I M E
The scene was somewhat serene as the eldest daughter of the dark king peeked around a large tree. Her bright baby blue eyes were large and inviting, a sweet smile placed on her lips as she let the gentlest of calls slip from her maw. In response to this, one of her newest siblings, Jaime, came from the dense underbrush of the forest that encircled their home in the keep. The young prince was growing rapidly, his small form building muscle and stature day by day. He was a fine mix between that of his mother, the queen and of his father, the king. His little crown already held thick cheeks, strong wide hips and a perfectly sloped shoulder. His nape held a natural arch and tied in cleanly to his throat. Not only this, his fur was sleek now. No longer was he dullish due to baby tuft or extra fur. He was a deep sooty bay, with a maximum expression of his father's markings. His eyes held the same glacial mar like his sire, and the same burning gold of his dam. His thick mane was beginning to flop now as it grew out, the base of it a stark white and fading into the deepest of ebony. His rump held splashes of bay and black, another nod back to the blanket of ivory that kissed his mother's hide. Along with this, he had a somewhat odd marking on his crown. The ivory of his face seemed to curl about and cover his cheek upon the right of his face. This side held the blue eye but also held a white thorn. This half of his forelock was also stained ivory. He was practically a perfect expression of both parents.
So now, the thrice colored prince smiled at his buttermilk and ivory colored sister. So far he thought the elder mare was an odd one but the longer he lived and saw the workings of the keep and its inhabitants the more it all made sense. Jaime looked about for a moment as Gothika once again whickered. Jaime was looking for his twin however. They did not stray from each other for long. Selven had made it a point to drill into the prince's mind that it was his job to protect his sister. It was his duty to be aware of where she was at every moment. His duty was to ensure she was safe when they were away. Perhaps this was a lot to place on such a young man's shoulder, but Jaime took it very seriously. So when he did not see Cersei close by he hesitated. Gothika seeing the pause in the young babe skirted from behind her tree. Her movements were light and fluid. She always seemed to hold her fine tiara high and slightly tucked.
“Little lamb of mine, come! Don’t you wish to explore with me?” Gothika said, her sweet lyrics eerily calm and soothing. “Our other lamb shouldn’t be too far behind, I am sure.” Gothika reached out to touch the top of Jaime’s head, and as she did so, she took a deep breath bringing her little brother’s scent deep into her nares. Jaime was slightly taken aback by this, but he didn't dare show it. Young he still was, but daft he was not. He had no reservations that Gothika would discipline him and his twin if needed or wanted. Jaime gave a wry smile and gently leaned into the touch of his older sister. “Can we make sure she is close before we leave? I really do not want father to come and see us if I do not have her by my side.” The piercing gaze of Gothika and her to soft grin as Jaime spoke made the prince's stomach threaten to turn. Gothika merely pursed her lips and made a gentle but patronizing shushing sound as she took a step around Jaime and gave a gentle nudge to his hip. “Daddy won’t mind. I promise.” Gothika mused easily. She gave Jaime another nudge, this time more aggressively but not hard enough to alarm. “How about we find Cersei first, my lamb? Have you an idea where our precious hides?” Gothika’s sweet lyrics rubbed Jaime wrong. The prince could not deny that his elder sister was… terrifying. “Y-yes. I will lead the way..” Jaime’s small voice exclaimed and Gothika’s tiara lifted as did her smile. “Perfect! Let us take our leave.” Jaime nodded, his small lips moving about as he tried to remove the lump in his throat. In time, the young man would come to know just how lucky he and his twin were to have Gothika on their side… but for now there was no denying the invasive fear that the buttermilk and ivory vixen drew in the colts stomach.
The pair moved now, the prince leading the vixen. Gothika’s baby blue eyes were trained upon Jaime and he could feel it like a hot knife in the back of his skull. What was up with his older sister? Why was she so… scary. Jaime stopped in his tracks then however, rustling of the underbrush ahead causing Gothika to easily and quickly step around Jaime… ready to pounce on whatever dare startle him. Yet to their surprise it was none other than Cersei, with Lionel in tow. She was a fine specimen of a filly and could possibly one day rival the beauty of even her mother. Lionel, the fairly young Lynx that had bonded with Jaime, followed his twins' heels. The princess smiled at the pair then, and Jaime bounded forward. Relief written all over his young face. Gothika smiled sweetly at the trio. Her bubbly lyrics slipped from her maw once again. “Princess, what did you go and get into, hmm?” The uniquely colored filly merely giggled in response, a morbidity in her young gaze that Gothika loved to see. The older mare rolled her baby blue eyes as she stepped between her younger siblings. Gothika lowered her beautiful tiara level with the twins, her doe-like eyes shifting between them both as a sly smile curled her ink and pink kissers. “Now that we have our precious, let us explore!” The vixen’s smile grew larger. With Cersei and Lionel here, Jaime’s unease subsided enough for him to smile genuinely. Both foals smiled at their sister and nodded their little heads. Gothika lipped them both sweetly, before nudging them forward. She had no set destination in mind, but the more they walked the further they got from the heart of the keep, and the bolder the children became. Jaime bounded along with the feline and his twin. His hocks kicked up and out, before he would duck into thick underbrush and tear out the other side. Gothika never strayed too far as she watched and played with them too. Eventually the trio wound up in a less traveled area of the royal land, really teetering between their home and the other dark and free territories. Gothika ushered the children forward again, this time the group stepping into a cool free flowing stream.
“Drink” Gothika said easily, her voice calm and serene as she looked about the new area they stood in. She inhaled deeply, taking note that the few scents she could pick up were far and in between. Almost none being familiar. The vixen smiled easily then as the babes began to splash and play in the water. The young royals were spending too much time locked away from the world. Gothika felt they needed the time to be children and explore and learn the lands before they would be thrust into the limelight. For her, seeing them drink and play and splash and roll was all confirmation for her thoughts.
Unfortunately for her though, this flawless and beautiful day would come to a vicious end at the hands of the least expected.
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Post by A z z y on Jun 22, 2023 21:21:48 GMT -7
C e r s e i Power is power
Irritation creased the brow of the maiden as she blinked her mismatched orbs to the companion her mother had bestowed upon her as it lounged lazily in a branch overhead. Ares, a large African lion, peered down at the Princess, his eyes intent upon her as his tail lashed against his quarters. The evening sun draped both the large feline and the young lass in a beautiful golden glow, ethereal to a degree. Ares had been bestowed upon Cersei by her mother, a guardian for her and her brother for the tempestuous times ahead and beyond. Whilst Thomasin had somewhat begrudgingly agreed to allow Gothika to mind her brood, the dark regent was not so foolish to believe that the two toned witch could defend the twins against all eventualities. Ares, came the firm voice of the Princess, with little room for argument as the lion opened his jaws wide, a yawn stretching his mandibles as Cersei shoved a fore limb into the turf forcefully with a muffled thud. Get out of the tree, right now. If the lion had had the capability, he'd have rolled his eyes and laughed at the madam. Instead, at his leisure, he slowly descended the tree. His claws cutting into the oak to support his perfect body. Cersei's cerulean and auriferous scrutiny remained schooled upon him as he came towards her, a rumbling purr vibrating from within his chest as he shoved his large dome under the crook of her jaw. Submerged in the dense fur of his mane, a small sneeze escaped the princess - It was always enough to soften the childlike fury of the young regent. The Princess and the lion had been trailing behind her siblings, exploring the world that they had been kept from for some time. And whilst Ares had chosen to explore the upper canopy, Cersei had lost sight of Gothika and Jaime in the undergrowth around them. Not that it bothered the child-queen, there was something about her elder half sister and the way in which her baby blue eyes drank in Jaime that made Cersei uneasy. There were only four beings in the world Cersei would answer to and Gothika was not one of them, as far as she was concerned anyway. With a flick of her blonde plumage, her lithe body shoved gently into the lion, a silent order for him to join her, which he obliged. The two moved easily throughout the woodland that ensnared the Keep, exploring along the way. Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead, Ares quickly placing himself dutifully between Cersei and whatever was bounding towards them through the shrubs. A snarl vibrated from within the feline's chest, his muscles taught until he was faced with another cat, Lionel, Jaime's guardian. Ares didn't soften entirely, his mass solid even as Cersei brushed by him, her slender limbs stretching out in a gentle duo beat. Jaime must be looking for them to have sent Lionel after them… The lion, the witch and the lynx moved onwards together, Cersei heading the trio with the two cats trotting behind her parallel to each other, gently guiding her towards her siblings. Soon enough, they emerged, Jaime seeing his twin first and moving excitedly towards her. The young lass halted, a low whicker vibrating from within her as she extended her gently carved features towards him. Princess, what did you go and get into, hmm? Gothika queried her, her tones free of malice yet they were met with the stony, unyielding gaze of Cersei, glowering up at Gothika. I don't think that's any of your business… Cersei uttered, her tones regal, curt, much to mature for her age and a painful sign of the woman she would one day become. Thomasin doted too much on both her children, yet it would be Cersei who would likely prove to be the difficult one of the two. A giggle erupted from the little hag, brushing off her older sister even as she put herself between she and Jaime. Ares moved to the other side of Cersei, whilst Lionel back beside Jaime, Gothika comfortably sandwiched in the middle. Now that we have our precious, let us explore! the curve of her elder sister's proboscis was felt as it pushed gently into her, yet the young queen only responded by sinking her thorns into her crown and glowering up at the mare. With an indignant snort, Cersei craned her nape and extended her stride once more into an elastic trot, her limbs snapping up as she elevated her tail and danced towards the babbling brook ahead. Gothika halted, allowing the twins to move forwards together, her gentle tones calling out to them, Drink she seemed to command, an action that Cersei diligently ignored as she thundered into the stream. With Jaime in tow, Cersei span and shoved him into the water with an almost maniacal giggle. As soon as he fell though she rushed forwards to help him back up, playfully nipping at the soft flesh where his throat met his chest. Lionel and Ares sat dutifully beside Gothika, all three of them watching as the twins were frolicking in the stream. After a moment, Cersei looked to Jaime with a mischievous shimmer in her gold and blue optics, looking slyly towards Gothika. I'll go and hide, you seek… she whispered to him, bumping into him with her hip before launching by him and into the dense bushes that lined the stream. Cersei had no intention of straying too far, it was her full intention to make her twin jump when he came looking. However, as she carefully prowled beneath the bows of the shrubs, looking behind her to ensure Jaime was indeed counting, she found herself suddenly faced by a duo of strange stallions. Cersei crashed into them, hernlimbs folding beneath her as she hit the ground with a thud. Blinking furiously, she quickly scrambled to her feet, her lobes flat against her poll as she glowered up at the two strangers with an ire unmatched for such a young soul. Do you have any idea what you've just done?! Cersei demanded from the much larger, much older equines, no fear shown in her elegant features. My mother and father will hear about this… Gothika! Ares! the young maiden shouted, alerting her siblings and their wards to the impending danger, danger that she would come to learn the extent of very, very soon… "Others speech"Cersei's speechFallen & fleabittengray - Gray, feel free to have Julius & Albion manhandle Cersei or do whatever. Her lion is there but if needs be, I'll have him go and alert the royals or something once we're more underway? link to ref link to Ares
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Post by fleabittengray on Jun 25, 2023 11:24:29 GMT -7
x albion & julius It was a nice spring day, the breeze gentle and warm, and the sun's rays comfortable and comforting even as it began its descent toward the horizon. Lurking in the outskirts of The Howling Keep, a duo of brothers crept. They dared not stay long, no, because they knew by now the Queen must know something of their existence. Even just a small inkling as to who had slaughtered her goat, many moons ago. Julius had even met the Queen out in the Free Lands, along with one of her guards. And yet here he was, creeping through the outer reaches of her home, a free man. A dangerous man. Albion had yet to meet Thomasin, but Julius had told him all he needed to know, and of the guard to watch out for. The brothers were being careful, cautious, but plans could not go into motion without some hint of recklessness! There had been talk of a new King, of a Coronation that had happened. With a bit of snooping, they'd found the name of the new ruler. Selven. A name unfamiliar to either of them, but that did not mean he would be an easy defeat, should they run into the King. This was the Dark Kingdom, the very heart of it. There were probably various amounts of monsters that prowled the shadows of these woods. Albion and Julius were no different. They had been here for about an hour now, staying well away from the established border, staying where there was less traffic. Fewer scents. They would not remain here once the sun set, would more than likely be gone before they were even noticed. Or... that had originally been the plan. They were just plotting, coming here to scope the place out, but eventually there came the sound of giddy laughter and play. Children. And someone else, a guardian with them perhaps. Albion gave a sidelong glance at his brother, arching a brow in question as he motioned toward the sounds. Julius narrowed his eyes, staring toward the noises of glee, and took a deep breath. There, faintly, upon the breeze, were two scents that were not equine. "Wildcats," he uttered beneath his breath, "Stay alert." Albion gave a nod and together, the brothers began to slowly, quietly, weave their way through the trees and the underbrush. They could hear splashing up ahead, along with the gentle trickle of water. There must be a stream up ahead somewhere. Since the siblings had mastered the art of communication without speaking, all it took was a flick of an ear from Albion to have Julius drawing to a silent halt. Together they stood there, listening as the rustling in the bushes ahead grew louder and louder until, abruptly, there emerged a youngling. Neither of the stallions moved out of her way, and in Julius's eyes there was a flicker of amusement, where as Albion looked more concerned. The smaller babe collided with Albion's broad chest and promptly fell upon the earth. Albion stared down at her, hazel eyes cautious. Julius let out a snort of quiet laughter as the child, a young girl, scrambled to her feet. Do you have any idea what you've just done?! The girl questioned them. The brothers exchanged looks. "You ran into me, love," came the voice of Albion, "Are you alright?" It was only polite to ask. My mother and father will hear about this… Gothika! Ares! Another exchanging of looks between the brutes. Julius moved first, leaping forward and putting himself behind the child, while Albion remained in front of her. The scent of wildcat was pungent in the air. They had to be careful. Brutish as they were in battle, hooves were still no true match for fangs and claws. "Now, now, little dove. There's no need to go shouting. We were just passing through," Julius spoke, his eyes roaming the surrounding area. Who were Ares and Gothika? Parents? Guards? "Where are your parents, child?"Fallen + A z z y 665 Hope this is okay!!! Albion is 4 years 4 months, Julius is 5 years 4 months, late spring, late afternoon, after Selven's Coronation
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Post by Fallen on Jun 25, 2023 21:01:05 GMT -7
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It is very much business of mine, my lamb.
Gothika's vocals were still sickly sweet but there was a sharpness to it. Cersei was very much so the more bold of the twins. Cersei held a fire and sickness in her mismatched gaze that Jaime had not been born with. Gothika loved it. The 17.3 hand vixen merely rolled her eyes at the filly as she bounded forward. She even held a grace that Jaime did not at this age. If the short stature of Cersei's frame, her foolish tail and locks did not give it away just the sound and sight of the foals movements would make one think she was a mature damsel spitting venom at any who would listen.
Cersei once more ignored Gothika's words as she rushed into the flowing waters. Jaime was right behind her as were the felines. The children bounded along, tiny teeth and hooves flying. Gothika shifted her weight easily, no care at all as looked over her youngest siblings.
Jaime was caught off guard by his twin spinning. Because of the momentum they both had, Jaime was tossed into the cool waters with a loud splash. A playful smile grew on his multi hued lips before they were pulled back and his nares scrunched blowing the water from his airway. Cersei was right back at him though, he could feel her teeth nipping at his flesh while she scrambled to help him up. Jaime laughed as he found his footing again, this time throwing the water from his hide onto his sister before they both twisted and turned as they frolicked. It did not take long though for his twin to catch a mischievous glint in her eyes. I'll go and hide, you seek… Jaime grinned too both children casting looks to their charge. Gothika seemed to be drifting off into her own world as her eyes were trained upon them. The buttermilk and ivory vixen merely blinked at them both, the felines that rested at her sides keeping a closer eye upon the pair. Jaime didn’t even bother to nod his head, he merely turned around to fully face his older sister, closing his eyes before he began to count.
Gothika chuckled lightly, her baby blues looking down upon the large lion as Cersei was heard scrambling through the underbrush. “Calm, Ares. Let them play.” The wild cat gave a low growl. Although unhappy with not being right at Cersei’s side he stayed dutifully put. Jaime had counted for a short while before the sound of his twin's voice was heard. He could not properly make out her words, but she sounded angry. Jaime’s mismatched lobes shot forward, his young frame leaning forward into a long trot to follow the sounds… the voices. "Now, now, little dove. There's no need to go shouting. We were just passing through, Where are your parents, child?" The sound of unfamiliar men caused the young prince's heart to thump harder in his chest. He did not think about Gothika, he did not think about Lionel, his only worry was Cersei. Jaime crashed through the shrubs then as his twin screamed for Gothika. My mother and father will hear about this… Gothika! Ares! Jaime did not hesitate to place himself in front of his sister, his ink and ivory orbs sinking flat against his crown, his tiny teeth bared in as much of a threatening manner as he could muster.
Gothika and the felines had calmly watched as the twins slunk away. Gothika was still unbothered. She rested a hind dagger, comfortable. The felines seemed to grow agitated however, their tails flicking and noses twitching. Gothika, though comfortable, was now being drawn from her own thoughts as she looked upon both cats. She merely hummed to herself, her ink tipped harks flicking about to see if she could catch the sounds that were bothering the felines. It did not take too long though as the high pitched voice of her little sister screamed her name and that of her companions. Before Cersei could finish the last syllable of their names, the trio set off. Gothika’s stride was long and precise, her own lithe form ducking into the thickness of shrubbery and trees. The branches stung at her beautiful pelt leaving angry lines across her tri colored hide. The twigs and thorns snatched at her mane and her tail and threatened to blind her as she snaked her tiara low avoiding the larger mess of woods she could not easily duck into like the foals. Within moments, the trio were upon the foals. Lionel and Ares circling upon the sides of the intruding stallions. Gothika’s 17.2 hand form came to a sudden and impressive halt. Her obsidian daggers digging into the softness of the earth as her baby blue eyes stared upon the stallions with an intensity that did not seem could come from such a beautifully soft maiden. She placed herself directly in front Cersei and Jaime, pressing the children firmly into her flanks shielding them from the brutes.
Jaime was startled by the sudden appearance of Gothika, but he could not deny that he was beyond glad to see the scary wench. Now that his older sister stood between him, Cersei, and the intruders, Jaime quickly drew himself into his twin. He pressed his maw to her his small voice threatening to tremble as he fought the fear and anger that wanted to drown him. “We need to leave, Cersei. I don’t like this.” He said in a whisper as he then peered from behind Gothika’s front legs. His eyes met with Lionel, and the feline instinctively began to move to get to him. Gothika let her weight shift back, it was just enough to silently tell the children to back up as well. The buttermilk and ivory vixen harks stayed hidden within the sea of ebony tresses. Her long lashes framing her blazing eyes in wild shadows. “The children are none of your concern strangers. I suggest you leave.” Gothika’s normally sickly sweet words were laced with a burning venom that had not touched her throat in years. Her accented lyrics were straight poison, and her gaze blazing enough to summon the flames of hell itself. The older vixen let her pink kissers peel back then, her pearly whites bared in a promise.
“Now.”
Gothika never let her gaze leave that of the two as she could feel the light tremble from Jaime in her skin. To most Gothika may have been an unassuming mare, one you did not need to look twice at in terms of violence if you did not truly know her. But these two looked… familiar. Not personally so, but in such a way that itched at the back of her mind and screamed at her so loudly that all she could do aside from focus on them was scour her mind for who they could possibly be.. For who she was told they could be. Though her expression did not change from that of a snake ready to strike, inside her own heart thumped hard and violently. Surely these two couldn’t be the ones that were spoken of at the coronation? Did Underoath somehow get a message out to send for his treasonous sons? Did they come now to slay a larger even more important target?
The speculations ran wild in her mind. The weight of the situation growing heavier by the second. Gothika was an athletic vixen, a marvel to hunt with… but she was still only one against two. The felines would need to protect the children, as such was their duty, but what would happen if one should fall? They were far enough into the outlier of the kingdom that it would take the children well over an hour or so or even more if they got turned around to be back into an area of the land that was patrolled regularly. Even longer to reach the heart of the keep where Selven and Thomasin were. That was more than enough time for the babies to be whisked away. The buttermilk vixens beautiful maw twisted even more, her long banner slashing at her sides as Jaime now nudged Cersei again and Lionel came to their side. The fur along the back of the cat was on edge as well.
The trio of siblings stood in a heavy predicament. Unfortunately for them, Gothika may have met her match… and she knew it.
TAGGED: fleabittengray , A z z y WORDS: 1400 CHARACTERS: Gothika 10 yrs, Jaime 6ish months TIMELINE: [After Selven's coronation] NOTES: sorry if its rambly!
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Post by A z z y on Jul 10, 2023 5:58:14 GMT -7
C e r s e i Power is power
Cersei glowered up at the two beasts, her golden and ocean hued optics glaring up at the stallions as she drank in their images. One was clad in the hue of iron, nutty optics set within his dappled crown. The other was a buckskin brute, a dirty gold with stripes of obsidian here and there, at least, where Cersei could see from. As she regrouped, she straightened herself up, a gentle arch in her youthful nape, a shimmer in her eyes that she took from her mother. She stood with all the presence and power of someone much older and much taller than herself, which likely made her appearance somewhat laughable to the larger beasts. The iron stag who she had collided with spoke first, an element of concern in his words as he looked down to her. "You ran into me, love, Are you alright?" Cersei huffed, rolling her optics she did so. ‘You are in my home, you are in my way. If you had not been here, this would not have happened…’ she bit out, every word dripping with the tones of a spoiled brat. ‘I am fine, are you?’ she pushed back, as if her crashing into him would have been enough to injure him somehow. As she called for her wards, the buckskin stallion positioned himself between her and the route she had taken in. Cersei had seen a similar look in the eye of this stallion that Ares sometimes held when preparing to hunt. But Ares listened to her, Ares loved her… there was no love in the eyes of this stranger. "Now, now, little dove. There's no need to go shouting. We were just passing through. Where are your parents, child?" Cersei turned to look at the buckskin stallion, noticing the scars that littered his gilded skin. Something wasn’t right, she could sense it, something within her screamed at her to turn tail and run, to find her parents, to have these intruders brought to justice. But she denied that urge, even she knew she could not outrun these two. And if she could keep them from Jaime a moment longer, if she could do something, anything, she would. ‘Child?’ she repeated, her dainty lobes sinking into the soft fur of her poll. ‘I am a princess and you should treat me as such’, she snarled, pinning her teeth bravely at the stallion. Thankfully, Gothika, Jaime and the felines had heard the commotion. Jaime was the first to arrive, forcing himself between Cersei and the stallions. Deftly, her elder half sibling placed herself before Jaime, who quickly stood beside her, his mug pressing into the slender curve of his twin’s neck. ‘We need to leave, Cersei. I don’t like this,’ Cersei looked from her brother to the two circling felines and then up to Gothika. This was going to be tricky, even she knew that. A gentle hush came from the once ferocious princess, her mug brushing her twin’s cheek reassuringly. ‘Run if you want, run to mother and father and tell them…’ she whispered into his neck, her eyes never leaving the elders around them. Fierce tones erupted from the children’s ward then, causing Cersei to look to Gothika in surprise, a hint of respect glittering in her mismatched orbs briefly. ‘The children are none of your concern strangers. I suggest you leave. Now.’ Ares and Lionel were circling the group, ominous rumblings rolling from within them as they sized up their targets. The lion had furled his lips, his teeth bared, ready to defend the trio of equines with his life, his tail lashed at his flanks, each step more predatory than the last. He snapped then at the rear feet of the one of the stallions, a warning of what was soon to come… "Others speech"Cersei's speechFallen & fleabittengray - Feel free to have one of the stallions knock Ares out. He can come round once this the deeds have been done perhaps? link to ref link to Ares
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 30, 2023 13:25:48 GMT -7
x albion & julius The filly was trapped between Julius and Albion. Albion stood in front of her, Julius behind her, out of kicking range just in case the child decided to try and kick him. Both stallions had cruel, wicked grins on their faces. You are in my home, you are in my way. If you had not been here, this would not have happened…’ Oh, the stupid, stupid child! ‘I am fine, are you?’ From behind her, Julius chuckled. Albion did not answer her question as to whether she was okay or not, merely stood there, ears perked, eyes scanning the territory behind her and Julius as other bodies began to emerge from the trees. Another foal, a colt that must be her twin, and a older mare. As well as two wildcats. Child? I am a princess and you should treat me as such’ Albion sneered at the pinned ears of the child, though his gaze flickered toward the others that had entered. Amusingly enough, they all forced themselves between Julius and Albion. How interesting - not to mention stupid. "So you two younglings must be children of Thomasin and Selven, then, if you're royalty," the dappled beast hissed, his gaze following the wildcats as they circled. "The children are none of your concern strangers. I suggest you leave. Now.” From behind the woman, Julius laughed. "And who might you be? The whore that protects the actual equines that matter?" He was testing the waters, seeing what he could get away with. Clearly, neither of the young studs were afraid of her. The lion was baring its teeth and just as it circled a little too close behind Julius, the tell silver buckskin sent out a powerful kick with a hind limb. His large hoof made a direct hit to the cat's skull and the lion fell, limp and lifeless, upon the ground. Albion's body tensed, ready to attack if needed. "No need to start a scene in front of the children, Ma'am," he spoke, eerily calm and dangerous. Fallen + A z z y 338 | Albion | JuliusApologies for lack of quality. I'm very tired. <3 Albion is 4 years 4 months, Julius is 5 years 4 months, late spring, late afternoon, after Selven's Coronation
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Post by Fallen on Aug 31, 2023 18:14:51 GMT -7
Gothika's fine thorns lain hidden in the sea of obsidian ribbons. Her nares crinkled in distaste and annoyance. The slippery tones of the pair of stallions crawling along her spine. And who might you be? The whore that protects the actual equines that matter? Gothika's baby blue eyes narrowed at the insult, her words burning her throat as she choked them back. Gothika could see Ares circle. The lion just a little to close to the stallions as it bared its fangs. The silvery buckskin sent out a swift kick. Though the buttermilk and ivory colored vixen did not show it, the speed of the strike shocked her. Ares' fell limp behind the brute. Gothika's long banner fanned at her flanks then, as more words seeped from the bastard.
No need to start a scene in front of the children, Ma'am,
Gothika snarled at the bastards, unwilling to turn her back to them but she almost had no choice now. They were corralled. The small lynx that had came to be beside Jaime let out a high pitched growl followed by a hiss. Gothika's large doe eyes shifted then, her frame turning so she could see both bastards. "This is your last chance. Take your leave, and your heads will stay upon your shoulders." Gothika's voice did not tremble, nor did it waiver. Her athletic bodice took a daring step toward the buckskin, her teeth bared once more. She was poised to strike, unrelenting in the face of these bastards.
Jaime's, ink and ivory hark settled deep onto his nape, his foalish bodice keeping close to Cersei. "Leave us then!" Jaime's small voice barked out. Though he felt conviction in his heart, his small body trembled. The stallions seethed at them all now, but Cersei's words slipped into his ears. Run if you want, run to mother and father and tell them…’ Jaime looked upon his twin with mismatched and terrified eyes. " I can't.. I wont leave -" and as his words left his maw, Ares was knocked out by a swift kick from the silvery stallion. His breath hitched in his throat and his limbs took an instinctual step backward. Was Ares' dead? Jaime's gaze widened and Lionel, the small Lynx hissed and growled at the stallions, the wild cat lunging forward as it did so from beside he and Gothika. Jaime was stuck. His fear screamed at him to drag Cersei away from this, to run, to hide... But he couldn't. Cersei wouldn't leave. Her stubborn nature true to that of their parents as was her fearlessness. Jaime seemed to get all of the bad. Small teeth grazed his twins withers, his weight shifting to his hocks. There was no winning this fight. No leaving victorious. His eyes pleaded with Cersei to follow him, to prepare to run as fast as they ever had to make it back to their mother and father.
TAGGED: fleabittengray , A z z y WORDS: 486 CHARACTERS: Gothika 10 yrs, Jaime 6ish months TIMELINE: [After Selven's coronation] NOTES: So sorry for the wait!! ILY
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Post by A z z y on Nov 7, 2023 1:07:08 GMT -7
C e r s e i Power is power
Cersei could feel the static in the air around them rise, it was palpable, its own entity. Jaime pressed himself closer to her but the young maiden didn't shift. She kept her fierce eyes upon the stallions, her duo toned optics occasionally dancing to Gothika as she defended the two babes. There was a calm confidence surrounding Cersei, a strange expectation that the elder mare had this all under control, that she would handle these intruders and that would be the end of it. Yet as Ares circled the stags, her hopes were dashed as one of their hooves made contact with his skull. There was an audible crack and as soon as the blow was delivered the lion fell limp upon the turf. Whatever discussion was thrown between the trio of mature equines was lost upon the young princess, her gaze entirely upon Ares' limp frame. His sides rose and fell in shallow dips and troughs, the ribs staggering as if breathing was a struggle. Her lobes flattened slowly against her atlas, the soft fur embracing her thorns as she cast her gaze upon the stallions. Jaime uttered something to her but the words were lost within her ire, her very being feeling as if it were miles under water. The rage turned her blood to acid and a deafening, almost haunting scream left the young filly. It would be enough for someone at The Keep to hear, if the wind was working in her favour. She knew she could not win, she knew this fight would be futile but she would not stand idly by and allow this petty exchange of words to long out the inevitable. Cersei leapt forwards, pushing Jaime aside, her slender limbs devouring the earth as she shot past Gothika. Get out of my home! She roared, her youthful voice box strained from the force of the scream as she jumped forwards, closing the distance upon the silver buckskin who had debilitated her dear lion. Her young teeth bared and protruded from her lips as she peeled them back in a ferocious snarl. With all the force she could muster, she threw herself at Julius, her teeth grappling with the soft underside of his throat. If they wanted to enter her home, threaten her family and maim her lion, they'd pay. "Others speech"Cersei's speechFallen & fleabittengray link to ref link to Ares
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 13, 2023 3:05:05 GMT -7
x albion & julius There would be special places in the deepest pits of hell waiting for the two young studs. They had turned their backs on everything, on everyone, and existed merely to cause pain and chaos toward others - especially if it meant hurting the Dark Alliance. Neither of the men claimed an alliance of their own anymore, but they had once been Lights, raised by Underoath, indoctrinated into his hatred. That hatred had festered and grown within them to the point they were reckless with it. Two sets of cold hazel eyes stared down at the trio of equines, calm despite the building tension. There was no fear or respect in either of their eyes. There was simply nothing. "This is your last chance. Take your leave, and your heads will stay upon your shoulders." The protector spoke and Albion grinned, slow and predatory. "You think you're capable of doing that, and keep the little ones safe, all at the same time?" he mocked her, threatening violence of his own. She would have to make a choice - kill them and risk letting the children get hurt in the process, or do her best to defend her kin and hope that him and his brother didn't just kill the lot of them. Honestly, the children were lucky they were still so young. Julius, like their father, did had a soft spot for the youth. They were moldable, after all. Julius's attack to the little lion seemed to have made the young filly distraught. The look in her eyes as his hoof cracked against the lion's skull. Julius almost felt bad about it, but it was so very satisfying to show just how lethal a kick from him could be. The boy was huddled up against his twin, and the elder mare had decided to creep forward, step by threatening step. Julius and Albion did not move, aside from Albion twitching his tail gently against his hide. Casual and calm, like nothing was the matter. Funnily enough, it was the filly that launched the first attack. Her scream came first, erupting from her maw with pain clearly etched within it. She was angry, full of rage, and as she launched herself in the direction of Julius, she demanded, Get out of my home! The silver buckskin sneered, half-tempted to rear up and send a large hoof between the girl's eyes, but he did not. For now, at least. He allowed the girl to charge at him, bracing himself, lifting his head out of her immediate bite range as her teeth bit and nipped at his flesh. It stung, but it would not cause severe damage, not easily. She was still quite young. Did she even have all of her teeth yet, or was she still suckling from her mother's teeth? Chaos erupted, Albion moving with ease as he threw himself into the fray. His target was not the colt, or the remaining wildcat, but the mare. He shoved passed the colt, ignored the cat, and with his maw parted he charged at her. His teeth snapped at her face, directing his attention mainly at her eyes. If he could blind her, even momentarily, it would make it al the easier to get away with this. The filly's cry surely had been loud enough to alert someone to the attack. It was only a matter of time before someone came looking. Fallen + A z z y 566 | Albion | JuliusHope this makes at least some sense it was 4 am when I wrote it rofl Albion is 4 years 4 months, Julius is 5 years 4 months, late spring, late afternoon, after Selven's Coronation
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Post by Fallen on Dec 21, 2023 17:32:03 GMT -7
You think you're capable of doing that, and keep the little ones safe, all at the same time? The cool mocking tone of the stallions voice undeniably sent a small shiver of fear down the buttermilk vixens spine, only because she knew he was right. She was at horrible odds. Perhaps guards would be looking for them soon, perhaps even Selven but if they did it would of only been moments ago and they were still so far out... Gothika's harks stayed flat against her fine skull, her teeth bared in a vicious snarl. But before she could speak, Cersei screamed a frightful scream and launched herself at the silver buckskin stallion. Gothika's baby blue eyes widened in surprise as her sisters small body crashed into the stallion. Just as Gothika shifted to push her way between Cersei and the silver stallion, she was hit by the other. With her attention on Cersei, the second stallions attack was to swift. All she could feel was the sting of teeth across her face. Gothika let out her own vicious shriek then, anger replacing the fear. The buttermilk colored vixen lunged forward and to the side, shoving her body into the stallion that drew blood from her beautiful face. Her eyes were wild now, her instinct to protect her siblings on over drive as she snaked her own skull toward the silver stallion and her hind end toward the other. Her vicious enamels snapped at the first as Cersei scrambled in the fray, hoping her jaws could tear flesh from his neck. Simultaneously Gothika let fly a vicious strike with her hind hoof at the other stallion, hoping to catch him in the front leg.
Jaime was caught off guard with Cersei when she lunged, his small frame shaking as adrenaline pushed him to follow suit. Lionel right at his feet. The molted colored colt let out a scream himself, but his call was in hopes that someone... anyone would hear. His baby teeth snatched at the silver buckskin too, in hopes that it would only distract him from his sisters. He reared upon his small haunches and bit at the stallions shoulder and neck, anywhere he could reach. The snarls of Lionel was heard next then, the small lynx lunging forward beneath the flailing hooves of the equines, its fangs looking to latch upon the silver stallion as well. The chaos that ensued was absolute, a shrill cry leaving Gothika once more as she fought to move her siblings away from the attackers.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 23, 2024 6:28:14 GMT -7
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 29, 2024 8:15:11 GMT -7
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