[aliyaah]

Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between The Fallen (Fallen) and Harlan (illɘgal).

Prompt:

The Fallen proved himself by besting the demon Baelrune earlier on in the war. He then encounters Harlan, the capable Helkaer. If he can beat a demon, how will he handle a Helkaer?

This thread can become a battle should you so choose.

Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than February 2nd, 2024.

[illɘgal]

Fall had finally started to take its hold on the lands as the wraith weaved through the boulders of the bachelor lands. Per usual, she had grown tired of dealing with her messy and obnoxious children who never seemed to leave her alone. All four of them was more than her sanity could handle, so she took the opportunity to leave Sinheim well before they had woken up. She couldn't stand their whining and attention-seeking bullshit. Not today. No, she needed to leave and continue on with her mission. Being a mother was never a part of her plans, even if her cambion twins were actually planned out this time. They were born out of necessity. Nothing said she had to actually parent them, especially since she barely even did that for her first children.

To fight off the morning chill, the Helkaer kept her pace brisk as she left her lands. Her movements were long and languid as she danced through the rugged terrain, unfazed by the hidden rocks that stretched out from the undergrowth the harm unsuspecting equines. The lands appeared to be empty, not surprising for this time of the day. The mare assumed that everyone was still sleeping soundly and trying to catch rest whenever possible before violence came knocking at their door. This land felt like it was begging to be painted in blood. The private wouldn't mind obliging that demand - especially since the hunger was starting to reawaken under her flesh.

Harlan came to a halt and shook off the morning mist that clung to her pelt. Her alabaster and sandy mane whipped in the biting breeze as she stood on a small knoll among the boulders. Her magenta gaze scanned the landscape for any signs of life, anything to sink her teeth into. Or, perhaps she would run into more cambions for her to extend Xerxes's offer to. Either way, the Helkaer was antsy on this cold morn to stir up some trouble. When she heard the sounds of quiet hoof beats, her lips curved into a wicked grin as she turned to follow the sound.

The scent was as unfamiliar as the winged beast in front of her. He was massive in height and build, and Harlan found herself sizing him up. She was only a touch over sixteen hands and while she had quarter horse blood running through her, she was much closer to a Warmblood in her build. While that was an obvious disadvantage, the thirst for violence simmered below the surface and begged to be let out. As she eyed him, her expression softened and she turned so her brand could be angled away from his view. I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one crazy enough to be out before the sun, Harlan forced her vocals to be soft and friendly as a smile crossed her lips. I'm surprised to see someone of the Afterlife wandering amongst the mortals. I've heard your realm is beautiful. She tested the waters, trying to determine who he belonged to despite it being nearly painful for her to be friendly towards anyone. But her patience was thin, and the false demeanor wouldn't last long.

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TAG Fallen
WORDS 500+
TIMELINE Fall, after Ouija/before Avversaria
I'm excited for this thread!

[Fallen]

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The grey giant walked along the bachelor lands steadily. His large hooves digging into the lush grasses easily. The sun was barely making its way into the sky as he wandered today, his mind and body taking a break from the wear of the start of the War. The Fallen inhaled deeply, his body working on memory although he no longer truly needed the air to stay moving. He truly didn't need anything at all to stay upright now. Being an angel had its perks that was for sure, and regaining his sight as well as his wings was also one of them. At the thought of all that was given back to him upon being accepted into the heavens, The Fallen gave a heavy sigh. Despite the pleasantries of the dawn, he knew not to far from here there were mortals still choosing sides, demons stalking the earth and angels scurrying to get it together to be prepared to defend and attack. The 19 hand beast sighed heavily at the thought of what was to come but was slowly drawn from the thought at the sound of hooves coming up behind him. The beast stood out among the bright landscape of the bachelor lands boulders and springing flowers. A pretty thing of multiple hues. The Fallen lifted his skull up a tad more then, his wispy locks falling in silken threads along his nape and haunches, brushing the the grass and his shoulders. The woman spoke sweetly, but he could not deny that something seemed... off, about her. I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one crazy enough to be out before the sun, I'm surprised to see someone of the Afterlife wandering amongst the mortals. I've heard your realm is beautiful.

The giant winged stallion let his massive appendages drape along his barrel, the tips of his feathers laying gentle upon the grass. "I suppose you are correct." The Fallen's heavy but soothing lyrics said softly. "It is only as beautiful as you allow it to be." The granite hued stallion said with a slight tug of the lip. The Fallen took a step forward before pausing in the direction he was originally travelling before he let his lips part once more. "What makes you say we're crazy to be out before the sun, my dear? Does the darkness frighten you?" The Fallen spoke calmly, his heavy roman skull staying forward before his lengthy banner flicked softly at his fetlocks, the silver wisps of hair gently landing back into the tall grass. The aurora of this mare was not one of pleasantries despite her 'soft' demeanor. He had the feeling that this mare was far from afraid of the dark.

Tagged: illɘgal | Words: 454 | Notes: so very sorry for how LATE this is. It is also partially recycled and poopoo. It will get better I promise!

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