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Post by aliyaah on Oct 22, 2023 15:19:40 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Orestes ( Indi ) and Sly ( aliyaah ). Prompt: 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 22nd, 2024.
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Post by aliyaah on Jan 4, 2024 20:26:16 GMT -7
TW: Mention of torture.
The woman of fire wandered boldly through the brilliantly emerald surroundings. She was hunting. Her marred skeleton moved like a practiced predator through the thick foliage, the thorns atop her skull on alert. Her deep russet chasms scanned the environment elaborately, keeping a watchful and cold eye out for the individuals who lingered nearby. She was working on enacting Lord Xerxes' plan - by hunting down any cambions who were not currently allied with the Underworld, and either allowing them to commit themselves to the abyss, or suffer the consequences. For the moment, the offer was only a warning, and she would not immediately cause bodily harm to any Utopian-allied (or those who had remained neutral) cambions... But she would keep track of them, and they would not be forgotten. After all, there were more ways to torture one than just inflicting physical pain to the individual in question. There were methods that affected the mind, that could be much more cruel. Xerxes' message had been broadcasted across the lands, so surely, these cambions knew what was coming for them. Whether they would be expecting someone such as Sly to be the one stalking them was unknown, but surely when they found out that the Helkaer Commander was involved, they would realize how the situation was a thousand times worse than they might have feared. Imagining the looks on their pitiful faces when they came face to face with her, and realized that it was she who would be offering them their choice... The idea nearly made Sly gleeful. Oh, how she looked forward to such a moment - and she hoped that this dominion would offer her the chance to make this picture come to life.
She happened upon a crystal clear stream coursing through the forestry. Knowing that water often acted as a gathering place, the Helkaer witch followed the liquid trail, seeing if it would lead her to others. Soon enough, the sound of chatter filled the air, intermingling with the lyrical harmony of the bubbling creek. The fire-licked woman slowed her pace, skillfully transitioning to make her movements near silent. She navigated through the large leaves of the jungle expertly, taking care to not disturb her surroundings too much and give away her presence. She located a spot of underbrush that was particularly thick, that could easily conceal her, even despite her vividly toned pelt. Like a stalking panther, Sly positioned herself in the cover silently, and effectively. She spied the equines through the bush, trying to catch words of their conversation, meanwhile attempting to discern whether they were cambions. She spent several minutes here studying them inaudibly, until she was suddenly disrupted. The snap of a twig behind he made her crack her neck backwards swiftly its direction. The frame of someone unfamiliar unfolded, and her careful pools immediately transitioned into a harsh, cruel glare. Who dared approach her?
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Post by Indi on Mar 28, 2024 18:39:29 GMT -7
It was not easy, aligning with the side that most assumed you would stand against. Perhaps if the history of his family had been even slightly different, Orestes might have chosen the stereotypical side expected of any so-called self-respecting Dark. His mother did still seem to find it at least slightly funny that his father had ended up an angel, even if she had been much less surprised by his grandmother not only becoming a member of Utopia but eventually being made Lady of Utopia. For a time, anyway. What had become of Grandmother Oderia and Father was a mystery for which Orestes had no answers. Nor did his mum, though rumours circulated of something called The Mist that might be responsible for the vanishing of Utopian family members.
Still, even if they were not there now it hardly seemed right to stand against those they had once stood with. A group whom his grandmother had once led, no less. He might have few memories of the shining figures whom he had first met on the day of his birth when Grandmother and Father had saved his life, but he had accumulated enough over his childhood. Enough that, despite his Dark roots, it had felt only natural to align himself with Utopia.
It just got a bit complicated by times, especially with how offended any Darks who had actually wormed the truth out of him could get. Most often he opted for deception, especially given that such deception was more likely to afford a better position from which to gather information to aid the Utopians. He was getting quite skilled at selling the idea that he was definitely not a supporter of Utopia.
Days like this, Orestes was merely letting his hooves carry him where they may. He had spent much of the day with his mother and Lyra, hanging out mostly at Femiet Beach. It was admittedly difficult, leaving them to see what good he could accomplish for Utopia. The nagging worry that something could happen to members of his family when he was not there to protect them was definitely a fear that dogged his steps. Even if he knew Mum would have insisted they were fine. He could acknowledge that Mum was an incredibly skilled warrior, who had taught both him and Lyra everything she knew. However… it was also true that she was not getting any younger.
The sharp snap of a twig underhoof dragged Orestes immediately out of his thoughts and he found himself pinned by a vicious glare from a mare whose pelt was a similar crimson hue to his own. He opted to lift an invisible brow, head tilting slightly in answer to her glare as if to say, “what’s your problem?” Of course, it did not take much observation to see why she might be miffed, taking note of the collection of equines beyond where she had clearly been hidden away as she spied on them.
’Sorry for the interruption,’ he offered. ’See anything interesting?’ Character;; Orestes Tagged;; aliyaah w/Sly Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 4 yrs
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