Wishful thinking poisons the heart and soul.
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 6, 2024 1:47:52 GMT -7
To say Isolde was struggling with her purpose would be a bit of an understatement. Her dam, Sephora, had disappeared when she was so young. A Dark Queen and King vanished from the throne. Thomasin and Joker had claimed the title and moved the herd, but Isolde stayed behind. Not even certain if the new royal pair knew the little filly existed. She stayed behind hoping that one day her dam would show back up and she'd be able to be reunited with her dam and do what from there she wasn't sure. Only- it never happened. As Isolde grew older she began exploring out of the abandoned lands of Lachlan Breck- never socializing and always watching. Listening. Eventually she heard the rumors that had shaken her to her core. Sephora had returned to Wild Equines but in a shape so rough that her life was not certain and her memories seemed vacant. Isolde remained in Lachlan Breck, waiting for her dam to show back up. But she never showed. No rumors whispered through the lands of her death- so the young filly could only assume that her body had healed but her memories had not. So Isolde sought out the one parent she knew but was yet to meet. Cadence. Lord of Utopia and one that her dam had told her not to worry about when she had asked of her sire the few times while young. He was friendly and welcoming- but confirmed that her creation was not that of love but a deal. A mortal and Utopian figure makes a nephilim, she was made for a purpose to serve the Dark Kingdom and heal those that got infected by cambions. A tool simply to serve and be used on an as need basis. What a life. But it was her dam's purpose and it was the beginning of a path. She had thought to seek out her dam but coming face to face with Sephora whom might not remember her seemed to painful. So here she traveled, just minutes from the boundaries of the new Dark Kingdom.
The Howling Keep, the new Dark Royals lands the appeared now ruled by Thomasin and Selven. What ever happened to Joker was beyond the knowledge of Isolde and she didn't particularly care. Seventeen hand frame had barely touched crossed over the invisible boundary before two guards approached her. Thorough she would give them that- but during a time of war she would expect nothing else. While they were not exactly hostile she would not consider them warm nor welcoming. The questioned her business with The Howling Keep and waited for her response. If they had been guards in Lachlan Breck she wouldn't have recognized them and they surely didn't seem to recognize her. She had been so young and mangy with her roaning coat. Now she stood fully grown with her baby fuzz long gone. Her red dun, roaning snow cap shone brilliantly now in the summer sun. Well usually- The Howling Keep seemed doused in a thick fog that blocked the rays from the sun. Thick, mahogany locks hid her nephilim symbol that lie tucked beneath her right audit. Hazel orbs took in the guard before her lyrics politely escaped her kissers. I am Isolde, daughter to the previous Dark Queen Sephora, niece to the current Dark Queen Thomasin. I seek business with herself and Selven on healing matters for the Dark Royal Herd. Both guards seemed content with her answer, enough to at least let her follow.
Limbs carried her adolescent frame behind the two that escorted her deeper in the Royal lands. At three years of age she was still filling out and developing the curves of a woman. She'd have another year or two before she was done however. Thick foliage opened up to scatted ruins and a large hill that climbed towards the low-hanging clouds. One guard halted and made it evident that she was to travel no further. Weight shifted backwards upon her appendages as her frame slowed to a walk then halt- vision peering about the lands that were nothing like where she had grown up. She could only assume the other was fetching the Dark Royals and she would wait here for their presence if they wished to see her. Isolde knew of the war and the sides that stood with each other. The chances of them needing her healer powers at this moment were limited to none- but they would be useful at a time or another and she would be sure to get what she needed out of the deal herself.
Rogue winds whipped through the lands still holding the Winter chill of the season that was on the tail end. Lachlan Breck was a mountainous land that would have been blanketed in the white powder but these lands seemed dark and gloomy, no snow brought the sense of peace and false innocence. Vision moved back to the guard who seemed to eye her carefully, perhaps noting her wandering gaze of the lands and began calculating just how much she was telling the truth and if she had an ulterior motive. Hazel gaze locked on his, unwavering and daring to challenge her. Something a bit unusual given she had been truthful of her reasoning and would not be questioned further by a guard who could not read his subjects. However the guard said nothing and they stood in silence, waiting for Thomasin and Selven to meet her.
ooc; tags- A z z y Fallen thoughts- crappy starter but Isolde here to offer her nephilim healing powers! If only one royal is planning to be present, let me know so I'm not left waiting for both to reply <3 Character speech
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Post by A z z y on Mar 18, 2024 21:22:14 GMT -7
The spotted hag stood within the confines of the woodland that ensnared The Howling Keep, shrouded in the gloom provided by the dense conifers that towered over her. Those twin pools of liquid gild burned like wisps, haunting, beckoning unsuspecting victims to their demise. Marduk remained perched upon a near by branch, the skeletal bough of the tree seemingly unaffected by the weight of the corvid as he preened and plucked at his plumes. Thomasin kept a lobe upon the avian, the other darted about her atlas like a satellite, capturing every noise the woodland made around her. Her morning hunt had been successful, the evidence of such was smeared along her voluptuous inky kissers and spattered along her chest. Doused in rubies, the weight in her gut from her feed was a comfort, a softener to the ire that burned within her and had done so for quite some time. Still, no matter how much flesh she consumed, it did not change what weighed heavily upon her. Her firstborns still at large, their welfare and whereabouts unknown. Her King, the one who had held her heart so fiercely at the beginning now seemed distant and unwilling, as if his love for her had softened him beyond use - a limp cock, good for nothing. If her wrath would be what it took to harden him once more, then she would give it willingly.
The witch queen readjusted her weight upon the turf, batting away the parasites within the woodland that dared to feast upon her blood, as her halcyon runes scoured the world around her diligently. The entrance to her nasal passages flexed as a deep inhalation of oxygen filled her lungs, the crisp spring air almost slicing the pliant flesh of her oesophagus. With this air came with it an unfamiliar perfume, yet as it rolled through her grey matter, a familiarity began to creep in. Perhaps the scent had been masked by youth, perhaps it needed hormones and time to evolve, perhaps it had only once graced the receptors of the witch queen in passing, or perhaps it was much like her own, an heirloom. Yet from the murk of the woodland, Thomasin watched as in the distance, three equines moved together. As quickly as they had emerged in motion did they stop, one familiar guard breaking away whilst one remained in place, masking the body of the one who smelled so rosy, so clean.
Those gilded optics almost widened as the guard shifted, revealing one who could have almost been mistaken for her sister. That was until the rear quarters were unveiled and the spotted pattern Sephora bore was not present. Thomasin narrowed her gaze slightly, moving through the brush with ease and grace as the branches grappled at her flesh. Marduk emerged from the gloom, soaring like a spectre until his talons found purchase upon the withers of the witch queen. Her lengthy strides devoured the distance between her and them, half crescents marring the earth. At her approach, the guard who had remained positioned himself between Thomasin and the younger mare, his crown dipping deeply before rising once more. Your majesty, he began, This is Isolde, she claims to be the daughter of Sephora and - Thomasin locked her scrutiny on the guard instantly, his mouth closing dutifully as her own crown nodded once; she had heard enough. Sephora had gone back with Kraken to the Isle, her memory returning slowly - had she forgotten she had a child or had she sent the younger woman?
Welcome, Isolde, Thomasin began, the claret from her kill still smeared across her mug and bosom, a sinister look as the witch queen smiled at her niece. Forgive me, I was not aware Sephora had a child. What is it I can do for you? Family was one of the most important things to Thomasin, perhaps because they were the targets of many, perhaps because it gave her a purpose. Yet as she looked upon her newly found niece, the worry that she too may be targeted simply for being a relative of hers began to gnaw at her gut...
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Post by Fallen on Mar 26, 2024 14:36:57 GMT -7
-I won't post to this, so I dont keep yall waiting longer than you have! Zohyd// A z z y
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 31, 2024 13:17:09 GMT -7
Gaze remained honed in on the suspicious guard. A single hark flicking forward as the sounds of hoofbeats echoed through her auditory system. Peripherals could see an approaching figure, one that finally allowed her gaze to break from the guard to the approaching creature; witnessing the final approach. Hazel hue watched a stunning obsidian and ivory creature halt before them. Crimson stained her velveteens and freckled her pelt, a stark contrast from what Isolde could only guess to be a recent encounter. With what or whom- she didn't care to question how the Queen spent her free time. Vision snapped back towards the guard as he protectively placed his frame between his Queen and stranger he clearly doubted. Isolde was no threat and surely the Queen was more than capable of protecting herself; not like she didn't show up to this occasion showered in the juices of another. A part of Isolde wondered if this guard server when her Mother had also been Queen. Isolde had been kept hidden as a foal and then the disappearance of her dam. It would make sense why some guards whom were not close to the King and Queen might not have known of her existence. Or he truly believed Isolde came telling tales to fool those he served. Your majesty, This is Isolde, she claims to be the daughter of Sephora and- Words of the guard had begun to spoke to Thomasin but one look from the Queen has caused his vocals to cut off so quickly. Impressive and something Isolde was certain she could never see herself accomplishing but would happily give Thomasin a silent applaud.
Welcome, Isolde. Forgive me, I was not aware Sephora had a child. What is it I can do for you? None could doubt the spotted creature before her was a true vision of a Dark Queen, especially to those with single minded thinking that all those whom were Dark were ravenous for blood. I'm not sure many did. Isolde first commented as she let her dial dip towards the Dark Queen, respect showing regardless of the family blood they did share. I was hidden in the royal quarters upon my birth; my mane needed to grow out before I was to join the herd. And odd statement should the roan, snowcap filly not give context- but her dial now lowered with a different purpose and then flicked mahogany locks aside to reveal the nephilim symbol tattooed beneath her right hark that had been so well hidden before with her thick tendrils. From my understanding, the Helkaer had attacked the Dark Royal Herd with a Cambion army. I'm assuming the Darks did not have a healer at their disposal to combat the cambion disease as Sephora had a child of an Angel and made the deal to return the child should that Angel breed with her resulting in myself. Isolde had purposely left out the name of the Angel. Hoping to not tie Cadence into this situation and connect him or endanger her immediate family. But she would also be foolish to think Thomasin would not ask for more details.
I had stayed in Lachlan Breck hoping for the return of my Mother, it never came. I was no more then five months when she disappeared and had stayed hidden when you and Joker stepped up as I still was not at a point to cover the mark. Isolde could not completely wrap her head around why the mark needed to remain covered. Was Sephora hoping to hide their healer should the Helkaer attack again? Was she wanting to protect her daughter from the Angels and Utopia to a creation they might deem as theirs? Alas, she never returned and I began to wander. The Free lands brought rumors of my Mother's return but with a condition that left me wiped from her memory. Given she never showed up in Lachlan Breck I was inclined to believe this. So, I began to find the reason of my creation and what my purpose was to be. My oh my she was doing more talking than she had in quite a while. Something she was beginning to grow self-conscious of. It's evident I was created to serve as a healer for the Royal herd and that's something I would like to fulfill. There was no mention of seeing her Mother. Sephora knew coming face to face with her mother and not being recognized by the one equine she had waited so long for would break her in ways she was not ready to face. All I ask for in my service is the name of who has transmitted the disease and some information as to why or how. A way for me to collect and retain information that might serve the Kingdom over time. Otherwise a home and you have my loyalty and my healing abilities at your disposal. Isolde wanted to be sure Thomasin knew she would serve her dutifully and that she recognized her Aunt as the true ruler. Some might believe the crown should have fallen to the heir of Sephora but it was not a thing she sought after. Isolde could not even find her own purpose, let alone lead an entire alliance to some goal or safety or whatever it was Royals strive to achieve.
ooc; tags- A z z y thoughts- Sorry for the wait and her being so wordy. Just wanted to get it allllllll out ha! Character speech
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