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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Oct 15, 2023 16:55:49 GMT -7
Prompt: Final Goodbye: Characters find that all their relationships are nonexistent. They have become what is essentially a ghost and nobody remembers who they are. How do they react and navigate the world now that all their connections no longer remember them?
Selene awoke in the heart of The Howling Keep. It was the place she'd called home for so long. Her head ached, and she felt much groggier than usual as she stirred. The painted Nephilim could hear the movement of bodies shifting nearby forcing her eyes open. As her eyes opened she saw that she was surrounded by many of the guards that patrolled The Howling Keep. Selene peered at them quizzically as they surrounded her. Her mind began to race as to what could have caused them to surround her with such menacing expressions on their faces. The young mare frowned as she stirred more soundly from her groggy state. "We found the intruder!" One of the guards shouted with such conviction and triumph in their voice. Selene grew even more confused after hearing the declaration that she was the intruder to be found. She dragged her bodice upwards and onto her feet once more. Her head throbbed and she felt as though she had just spent the better part of the day tumbling through water.
Selene wavered on her feet, and she had to splay them slightly to steady herself. "Intruder? What are you talking about? I've lived here my whole life..." She refuted the declaration. A feminine voice then called out in response to her point. They sounded like Thomasin. "She's lying. But a Nephilim will be useful to us in the war..." The voice purred. Selene cast her eyes in the direction of the voice's owner. They looked like Thomasin, but there was something off about the mare. The way her markings didn't quite line up to those that Thomasin bore. The lighter mahogany colours that splashed themselves along her Queen's frame were too large. The spots that lined the white blanket along her flank extended a little too far. Even her hair was not quite right. There were hints of chestnut at the edges. It was as if someone had done their best to replicate the queen's appearance.
The faux Thomasin moved in, and the guards separated to allow this. Selene peered with utter confusion at the figure. When she moved, it was almost as though she were seeing double. An after-image trailed after this fake Thomasin. The Nephilim was surprised that nobody else had picked up on the oddities, or perhaps there was some reason she seemed unaffected. False Queen Thomasin bent down and studied Selene. The closer she got, the more her head ached. She began to wonder if this was a trick coming from one of the factions of the Afterlife. Selene couldn't think of any other reason she'd feel this strangely. "Take her to the cells. We'll make use of her yet." The mare sounded as though she were speaking with two voices.
Selene pinned her ears as the afterimage of Thomasin began to fade from the mare's body. Her head ached more and more with the few passing moments between when the afterimage disappeared and the guards began to close in. Their hair was gnarled and matted. Their coat was chestnut, and covered in filth. The only resemblance they bore to the real Thomasin was their matching golden eyes. Atop the mare's head was a rotting crown of twigs, leaves, and bird skulls. "Too bad that they don't see what you see, little bird"... or remember you. The hag cackled to her. Selene felt helpless, as she was swarmed by a mass of guards. She couldn't even try to fight back, she was vastly outnumbered. As she was dragged down to the cells, she finally mustered up the words to ask the guards a question. "You know that's not the real Thomasin, right?"
The guards merely cackled in response and jeered at her. Their laughter stung. Selene was roughly shoved into one of the dark cells and left alone. She decided she'd likely have to involve the Afterlife to get her out of this mess... That and figure out how the existence of such a creature was possible in Wild Equines. Selene resolved herself to contemplate what she had just experienced. The guards truly had not recognized her, despite living within the royal Dark herd for all two years of her life. Joker had been nowhere to be seen as of late so she could not test the theory of if she had truly been forgotten or not. Either way, the Nephilim would have to find her way out of this. If there was one thing Selene had always had an abundance of, it was patience.
It could take a while for her to convince the guards or anyone who would hear her out. Selene did manage to call out after the ones guarding her cell though. "Don't you find it odd that I would know the intricate details of The Howling Keep? That I would recall the raid the Helkaer conducted on us when we were still in Lachlan Breck? That I healed three of our herd members afflicted by the Cambion disease?" Selene commented into the darkness, but she was met with silence. At least it was mostly silent save for the dull whispers of doubt that had begun to creep from their lips. "Quiet in there." The guards barked at her, and she frowned softly to herself to try and decide what the right set of words might be to get them to believe her. This was a tricky situation indeed.
Bonuses: - Keep it PG - Season of the Witch - 800+ Words (906)
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Oct 15, 2023 17:45:28 GMT -7
Prompt: Unlikely Arrangements Your character suddenly finds that they are meant to be betrothed to their mortal enemy! There will be a ceremony held within 24 hours time of when your character learns this information, what do they do?TW: Language"It's time to go, we have to get you ready." A strange figure murmered to Nemesis. She had been alerted to an intruder within her borders in Toxin Raj, and it had been she who decided to go and intercept whoever was stupid enough to breach her borders with her attack-on-sight orders in place. The only exception to that was allies who had been specifically called out by The Underworld. So either a demon or a member of the Dark Kingdom would be spared. The bay general stared down at the stallion who stood with an unassuming demeanor. His expression was cold, but he seemed more formal than hostile. "Ready for what?" Nemesis demanded of the stag. "You realize that I could kill you for breaching my borders, right?" The bay reminded the stranger as her gaze hardened further. The stallion heaved an exasperated sigh, as though he'd been entertaining stupid questions for far too long. A prickle of irritation crept up her nape as she took one step toward the stag who had yet to identify himself. "How quaint of you. Not barbaric at all..." He sneered in response. He did not fear her, and that made her all the more furious.So many had made this mistake, and she had punished each one of them. Nemesis wasn't about to stop because of some stranger who was demanding her to leave her home. "For the ceremony in the Dark Kingdom. Selven sent me on his behalf." The charcoal-coloured stag gave her more information, but he sounded completely bored with this conversation. "We've been planning this for months, and I grow tired of your incessant questions. You have to hold up your end of the deal in all this." He spoke again, but her irritation just continued to grow. Nemesis scowled at the black stag with eyes that seemed just as black. There was the faint smell of sulfur that had begun to drift toward her. The Helkaer General began to wonder if this was a demon, and just how much of this involved their deal with the Underworld. She still didn't recall any mention of a ceremony. "Okay, you can speak more clearly then. What the fuck ceremony are you talking about?" She demanded from him, unable to contain the rage that began to bubble up and out of her throat. She was borderline on descending into a more feral state. Alliance or not, she wasn't about to be dragged around like some dog. Xerxes was one thing, but she wasn't about to bow to that idiot King who sat on a throne of lies. The heathen rolled his eyes and sighed. "Seriously? Your betrothal to Selven." He exhaled the answer through gritted teeth. Fury coursed through her veins in seconds. It warmed the ice in them. "Oh no. No fucking way. Never in a million years would I accept that thing in any facet of my life beyond what the Underworld has decided is acceptable." Nemesis snapped and staggered a few more steps toward the black stag. He smelled of rotten eggs. This was definitely a demon. "Who do you think arranged this? The alliance Xerxes proposed wasn't enough. Think of this as security... we've had this conversation so many times already."The nameless figure spoke his exasperation with this situation seemed genuine. Their conversation was interrupted by the piercing cry of a Raven circling overhead. It cast a brief shadow over the pair as it came to land upon the shoulder of the demon. It cawed thrice, and the demon merely nodded. "It's time to go. We have even less time now." Nemesis stared in total disbelief at the bastard before her. This couldn't be real. Yet with the smell of sulfur and the heathen's reaction, she sincerely doubted this was a trick being played on her by Utopia. Nemesis followed the demon as he turned to escort her to The Howling Keep. She seethed in silence as they traveled. The sleek, black raven would occasionally fly back and forth and caw into the ear of the black egg stallion escorting her. The land faded from the familiar terrain of the Outlands and soon became the less familiar terrain of the Dark Kingdom. Once they set foot in The Howling Keep, she spotted a row of guards lined along the way. There was a sea of bodies, all ready to jump in at a moment's notice. There was a dull hum of a largely gathered crowd the closer they got to the heart of this ceremony. "What is this?" Nemesis demanded to know as they wandered deeper. "The three day feast. Upon day three, you will join Selven to join him as his mate. So, tomorrow" The demon answered with lackluster tones. He clearly did not want anything further to do with Nemesis. A snarl tore from her throat and caused the guards to shift uneasily. Eventually, they made their way to the main gathering. At the helm sat Thomasin and Selven. There was a sort of Autumn harvest set up. The area was decorated with fall foliage, and flora. It was nearly as extravagant as Selven's coronation, if not more. Nemesis felt her eyes linger on Queen Thomasin for a little too long before falling with hatred upon Selven. The painted ebony and ivory bastard sat smugly on his throne at the center of attention. The demon deposited Nemesis before the royals before they disappeared into the crowd of bodies. "Nemesis, so good to see you again." The sarcastic words flowed from the King's mouth. "Even better now that I get to make you mine to keep." He sneered and she snarled in response. "Does that mean I'll get to keep your throat this time?" Nemesis replied in feral tones. Selven laughed in her face as he stood slightly taller than her. "I'm afraid not, my dear. There will no be trading of flesh this time. A pity, I know." Selven crooned to her, and she pinned her ears at the heathen king.Nemesis glanced away in fury, and again her gaze found Thomasin. What did she have to say about all this? "Rest assured, there will come a day where I'll tear that pretty throat of yours out. The minute that The Underworld releases the snare wound around my tongue. Yours will be the first blood I taste." Nemesis promised him with heated words. Selven again merely laughed and motioned for her to take a spot to his left. "If you say so..." Selven chuckled darkly as the harvest feast roared to life now that all members of the ceremony were here.Bonuses: - Nevermore - Harvest is Upon Us - 800+ Words (1,110) "Speech here" Fallen - so you can have a giggle! Nemesis by ray-gunz
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Oct 23, 2023 7:09:51 GMT -7
[attr="class", hideScrollParentAros2] [attr="class", hideScrollChildAros2]
Ritual: Your character stumbles upon an autumnal bonfire with many strangers gathered around it. They are adorned with strange-looking skulls on their face, and their bodies are painted with unfamiliar symbols. When you interrupt them, they turn to face you and simply stare as though you've stumbled upon something sacred to the group... What does your character do?
The darkened backdrop of the woods decorated the horizon on all sides of the eerily patterned bronc. His orange gaze was set only on the path ahead. Aros was not bothered by the fact that he was wandering alone in the woods at night. Solitude and darkness had never been a bother to the mischievous stag. If anything it was an encouraging time for him. The woods were silent except for the steady thrum of his slate hooves upon the worn-dirt terrain beneath his feet. In the distance ahead, Aros could see a dull orange glow that was accompanied by the smell of smoke. It didn't appear to be a wildfire, and so he grew curious about the strangeness of it. He noted just how quiet the forest was, and usually that was a warning that a predator was not far away. Aros flicked his ears back as he broke the edge of the blackened tree line. Then he found himself abruptly thrust into a graveyard rather than a clearing in the woods.
His orange gaze slid to the corners of their sockets as he turned to look behind him. The path he'd been wandering on was indeed well-worn but it didn't give one the idea that it lead to anything. His silvery tail flicked against his flank as he turned his attention forward once more. There was a small, contained flame licking toward the sky, surrounded by more equines in this strangely circular graveyard. At his feet, they all cascaded out in concentric circles. "Interesting..." Aros murmured to himself as he drew his gaze back toward the glow that smelled faintly of some sort of herb. He began to wander his way down one of the many rows between the tombstones. Along the way, a stone scattered from beneath his hooves and collided with one of the many stones jutting from the ground. In the silence, the loud crack stirred the group's attention in his direction.
As Aros had gotten closer, he could see that they were all draft-like equines with a skull atop their faces. Some had ram skulls, and some had skulls of a bovine he'd never encountered. Only one had an elk skull with a magnificent set of antlers atop the head. There were peculiar symbols painted on their bodies and the skulls. Aros didn't recognize any of the symbols, and he had a feeling he was interrupting something. All the equines gathered around the small fire merely turned to stare at him. It was eerie to stare back at the empty sockets of the skulls, their eyes were impossible to see in the darkness. Aros stared back at them in silence and flicked his silvery tail.
He wasn't uneasy, but he wasn't exactly comfortable either. None of them said a word. They didn't give any indication of communicating with one another. They just stared. Aros felt as though the group and he stared at one another for what felt like forever. It was likely just minutes, but it seemed like hours. A momentary thought popped into his head that he could join them, he was already painted with unusual markings of his own. That probably wasn't the wisest idea though. So Aros merely pressed on toward the group. He showed no fear and said nothing.
As he drew closer to the group, he noticed that they parted slightly to offer him space to pass through their circle. Something about that felt like he should do that. Perhaps they were waiting for a visitor, and this was expected. So he strolled next to the fire, which cast an orange glow upon his skeletal features and heated his dark skin. Then the warmth was gone, as was the light. Aros stopped once he'd crossed the gathered circle and peered back at them. They still stood there staring, but some of them appeared as though their muscles were a little tighter.
The elk skull peered onward with the most pride. Aros decided to say nothing and carry on his way into the woods. He wondered if he'd ever be able to find this place again, or if anyone would ever believe he'd run into this encounter at all. It took him until dawn to return to Grim Isle. One of the youths on the isle ran up to him as he entered along the narrow bridge that smelled of salt. They were pretending to be a guard and stopped him to ask where he'd been. So Aros told them the story of his encounter in the woods. The child was frightened, and then they pinned their ears and told him that he couldn't possibly be believed.
Aros shrugged and watched the boy run off, but he kept looking back over his shoulder. Perhaps it was his reputation for pranking that would not allow anyone to believe the strangeness he encountered in the woods that night. That was fine, it didn't bother Aros in the slightest. He carried on to go and find a place to sleep after a long and peculiar night.
Suspend your Disbelief The Bell Tolls 800+ Words - 843 words [newclass=.hideScrollParentAros2]background-color:#000;width:70%;color:#fff;border: 3px double #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.hideScrollChildAros2]height:400px;overflow:auto;width:80%;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;text-align:left;color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.hideScrollChildAros2::-webkit-scrollbar]display:hidden;width:0px;[/newclass] Aros by skyofbee
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