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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Sept 16, 2023 19:39:33 GMT -7
Zeitgeist Oderint dum metuant All is fair in love and war. That was how the saying went. Though love was a foreign concept to the silvery hellion. Whether incapable or avoidant, he had not felt the feeling. However, war. That was something the beast lived for. With the war well underway, the beast was as chipper and giddy as a bear that had come across a bee hive. Zeitgeist longed for the feeling before battle. The way the excitement ran through his body like electricity and the hunger to tear flesh from bone would consume it. The excitement of the anticipation from waiting was almost too much to bare. The ivory demon found himself wandering the dark lands. He had tracked the land he was in charge of guarding, however he knew it could not hurt to know the landscape of the others as well. He found himself staring out over a deep valley where the sun did not quite make it to it’s depths. Up here on the icy ridges, he found his skin vibrating to warm his muscles as the frigid air chilled him and icy winds pummeled him repeatedly. It had been a long time since he had felt this bitter of a cold. Since before his death, in fact. His current residence was quite a bit warmer and it had become apparent to the beast that he had somehow become used to the heat. He inhaled, feeling the icy air freeze his lungs and airways. He exhaled the air and it billowed from his dark nares in a hot vapor that was whisked away by the winds. Zeitgeist began his careful descent below. The path to the dark valley below was treacherous. It required the beast to take his time. And even after such a trek, he was met with a dense foliage that was absolutely vexing to navigate with his massive antlers. Aside from that, he had become well aware of the preying eyes of predators as they watched his massive expanse navigate the way below. Truthfully, he had not a clue where he was headed. He just traveled down deeper into the valley. He hummed a groan of aggravation as he attempted to continue to navigate the dense forest. He turned right, seeing a clearer path, and in his haste he did not judge the distance of the trees above. He moved quickly, and in that movement his antlers grew entangled in the limbs above. His dome was jerked back on his neck, causing his neck to bend farther back than natural. He felt a jolt of pain surge through his shoulders as he scrambled back. It was not as graceful as usual, but he managed to back up the hillside. His breath was rapid as he attempted to recover from the sudden contortion. Once recovered the beast attempted to move back and forth to free himself but to no avail. His massive antlers felt like pinballs in a machine, bouncing back and forth. Zeitgeist’s patience began to wear thin as he attempted once more. When the antlers did not become free he snarled to himself, "For fucks sake." His irish brogue heavy on his tongue as he vented his frustration. His auds pressed back to his nape as he leaned back onto his haunches and reared up. He surged through the low canopy and the sickening sound of branches cracking echoed through the forest around him. Bark, pine needles, and leaves fell around him as he, too, came back down to earth. However, his dome was heavier than normal. What he could not see, but he could feel, was a branch stuck between the tines of his antlers and rested between them. He clenched his jaws together and sneered. Lovely, just lovely. He began to travel back down the steep hillside until he came to a flatter area. He began approaching different trees and began to rub his ebony antlers against the trees to dislodge the branch. Zeitgeist finally found a skinnier tree with a very rough bark. He began to slowly rub his antlers against it, guessing as to where the branch was, as he tried to dislodge it. Wasn’t this just perfectly frustrating? He attempted to keep his anger in check as he could feel the branch beginning to move. His focus became intense as he continued to attempt to move it enough to completely dislodge it. However, he became much less aware of his surroundings in the process. words;; 747 timeline;; 12 years (dead at 9), beginning of Act 2 of the Amaranthine Wars, late summer character;; Zeitgeist voice;; Zeitgeist's voicetag;; Sunfrost w/ Rianne notes;; Here's that thread we talked about to have them meet! let them hate, so long as they fear
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Post by Sunfrost on Nov 30, 2023 19:45:09 GMT -7
It was a typical day in Ittudale, the kind of day during which Rianne longed for action of some sort. She loved patrolling her lands, and she’d had a delightful array of intruders recently, but that didn’t decrease her desire for something more interesting than the ineptitude of the Utopia-aligned army sweeping unannounced into her lands for her to rip apart at her leisure. True, it was better than nothing, but it was a long time since Rianne had had a true conversation with someone she felt was actually on her level, with the same interests and viewpoints on life. Where were her fellow Underworld-aligned allies? Did they not care to acquaint themselves with her, the warrior who fought for them and within the Dark Kingdom?
Repressing a disdainful snort, Rianne picked her way carefully among the snow covering the ground, enjoying the biting feel of cold on her skin even as she acknowledged her breed was simply not cut out for this weather. Her willowy, lightly muscled frame was easy enough to see against the snow even though it was smaller than most. Rianne’s confidence was clear in the almost gracefully elegant way she carried herself and in the imperious look she cast about her surroundings, her home. Ittudale had been her home for years, and she had been its lead for a while now. Her thoughtful contemplation of what that meant to her was interrupted by a sudden exclamation, closer to her than she had expected – For fuck’s sake. Entertained even as she wondered who this latest intruder was, Rianne automatically moved into a position downwind from the voice. It was interesting that she hadn’t smelled them yet – perhaps they were of the Afterlife?
The sound of crackling branches heralded her first glance of what appeared to be a member of the Afterlife, a branch stuck in the antlers sprouting from his head. Biting back the jeering laugh that wanted to erupt from her, the Ittudale lead tracked the horse down the hillside, lazily waiting for the right moment to make her presence known. She found him rubbing his antlers against a tree, trying in vain to dislodge the branch. His attempts weren’t working, and finally Rianne couldn’t help the amused snort that came from her as she drew closer to the horse. He was quite striking, though she didn’t let that matter for now as she drew to a halt and neighed Please tell me you’re not yet another Utopia-aligned dimwit, here to convince me to renounce my desire to tear the poor Utopians limb from limb for intruding in my lands. Her voice was bitingly sarcastic even it as it promised to live up to the threat she promised. Answer properly, and I may even remove the branch from your antlers without stabbing you with it. Rianne didn’t think she could actually kill a member of the Afterlife, but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
tagged// ☽ caely ☾ notes// Thank you for your patience! I'm genuinely looking forward to this thread, it just took me a bit <3
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Jan 19, 2024 16:51:14 GMT -7
Zeitgeist Oderint dum metuant Again and again, Zeitgeist rubbed his antlers against a tree. The branch that was perfectly lodged between the deep tines of his antlers grinded against the tree. How long had he been at this? He took a step back and felt his dome regulate to not moving. His head spun and the base of his dome felt heavy as he focused on the tree. Bark The tree and the branch both had lost their dark, protective bark. A long oval had been carved into the side of the tree. Its soft, light sienna-colored inner bark exposed to the bitter cold. Unknowingly, the branch stuck between his antlers was also rubbed in the same way. Along the sides of the oval was obvious antler marks. While he had not dislodged the log, at least he had sharped his points..? That was a positive thing, right? The white hellion gruffly groaned to announce his displeasure as he moved to another tree and began to turn his head this way, that way, and all in between in an attempt to dislodge the dreadful limb from his antlers. A sigh of frustration was emitted from his lips as he slowed his struggles. Could he go to the underworld and had a fellow demon yank it out? Probably. He was sure even Xerxes’ would help him. The thought made his stomach curdle and the option was quickly thrown into the metaphorical mental trash bin. His pride would not let him walk into hell and be teased, joked, and ridiculed over a fucking branch. Zeitgeist had had a role to fill, and it was Warden of the Abyss, not Warden of fucking Branches! Zeitgeist’s inner voice range out, echoing around in the cold walls of his mind, taunting him with the very thought! A poor wretch he was. A buffoon even! No, Zeitgeist push in grinding to completely eliminate that thought. Never was he a fool or a buffoon or anything of the like. He leaned into the tree and put force into the branch and the tree trunk, growing more frustrated by the moment. That is, until a snort echoed in the air around him. His body froze as he could feel the presence of another drawn closer and then stop a linger. A neigh echoed as the equine spoke, ”Please tell me you’re not yet another Utopia-aligned dimwit, here to convince me to renounce my desire to tear the poor Utopians limb from limb for intruding in my lands.” The first half of the sentence made the demon frown that he would be even slightly accused of such an indignity. His raised his dome and turned to face the equine that spoke. His eyes latched onto the mare’s lithe bay form as he turned to center himself. He tucked his chin towards his chest, and his soulless white, gray orbs grew intense in their sockets what with his dark skin around his eyes. His unique red markings were striking against his pale coat. ”Answer properly, and I may even remove the branch from your antlers without stabbing you with it.” He blinked, and tilted his head. His antlers moved, feeling quite a bit heavier than usual. He felt the sudden sense of coming on balance and straightened his dome to regain coordination. The muscles of his cheeks jumped as he decided how to react to this wench who spit scathing, threatening words in his direction. His eyes narrowed in on her. She was pretty. Fine boned. And he had to hand it to her, she was spunky. He enjoyed a challenge. "You wound me with your accusation." He said lowly, an Irish brogue dripping from every word and his disgusted frown turned to one of indifferent, neutrality. "Such a bold threat from a mortal. I am impressed. Since that is rare feat, I will not pull your soul from your body and pull it down to Hell with me." His words were calm, collected, and held a certain amount of poison to them. Just as she had given him, he left her with a consequential threat. His unreadable expression soon morphed into something a bit more charming as a smile found it’s way onto his lips. "Unless, of course, you would like me too." He said lowly with a slight hint of sultry in his rough, deep voice. Suddenly, he looked as if he had an epiphany. "Ah, my manners." He said, he tilted his head slightly, not enough to throw him wildly off balance but enough to give respect. "Zeitgeist. Second in command, warden of the abyss, and current ruler over the first circle of hell. And you are?" Looked at her expectantly as he inquired of her identity. While he did not intend on charming the woman to get into her pants, he felt as thought he would likely enjoy her venomous tongue some more. Sunfrost OOC: sorry for the wait! I'm excited to see where this thread goes! let them hate, so long as they fear
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Post by Sunfrost on Feb 2, 2024 19:51:39 GMT -7
Rianne studied this denizen of the Afterlife intently as he turned to face her, a frown upon his face. His white eyes appeared to be without a soul, and the red markings on his coat…the bay mare would be very surprised if this horse was of Utopia instead of the Underworld. He just didn’t look the type. She continued to study him, unable to stop smirking as he tilted his head this way and that, apparently struggling with the weight of the branch in his antlers. When he finally succeeded in finding some semblance of balance, Rianne wished she had the ability to applaud without being thoroughly mocking. She would have had he been mortal, but if this indeed was some demon of the Underworld, it wouldn’t do to be overly disrespectful. Her brown eyes sparked with lazy amusement as the demon spoke, an interesting accent slipping from his mouth as he claimed to be wounded by her accusation. He appeared disgusted to have even be accused of such a thing, which was indeed the proper response.
He then claimed to be impressed to have received such a threat from a mortal, which made her snort in an unimpressed why, and then said that in return for her boldness he would not take her soul straight down into Hell. Oh no, what a nightmare she neighed, unable to rein in her sarcasm. She was Dark aligned, a supporter of the Underworld in this war, and honestly ready to give her soul to the Underworld at some point – but ideally to no one less than Lady Teca herself. If you call that threat bold, it leads me to wonder what spineless dimwits you’re used to dealing with she added, her tone thoroughly unimpressed. They were of the Dark alliance. Were so many of her alliance truly so lacking in wit and fortitude? All the more reason for Rianne to stand out among them.
She noticed the transformation of his face to charming smile and found that oddly striking, a wry smirk flitting onto her own face as he neighed Unless, of course, you would like me to. Well, he’d already gotten an answer to that question. Yet again, he suddenly changed his tone and expression, tilting his head as he was reminded of his “manners” and introduced himself as Zeitgeist. He was supposedly second in command within the Underworld, “warden of the abyss”, and current ruler over a particular circle of hell. Sounded like quite a mouthful, yet impressive. The second to Xerxes himself stood before her. Finally, some attention! she neighed, tossing her head. It had been too long since one of the Underworld had come to her. Rianne privately thought she was owed more. How many Utopians had she sent sniveling from her lands recently?
I am Rianne, lead of this land you are within, Ittudale she introduced, her tones the most neutral they had been so far. Her brown eyes surveyed him, knowing now that she stood in front of a powerful demon indeed. First circle of hell…what’s the trait associated with that one? she asked, curious. Rianne knew there were circles of hell to rule and looked forward to gaining dominion over one once she passed to the Afterlife – it was a bygone conclusion, as far as she was concerned – but she didn’t remember which traits belonged to which circles. She also wanted to know what he was doing here, but wasn’t going to look a gift demon in the mouth.
tagged// ☽ caely ☾ notes// Some moderate sass for you haha
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