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Post by fleabittengray on Aug 12, 2022 12:20:31 GMT -7
F e n r i r DON'T FRET PRECIOUS I'M HERE A heat wave had struck Wild Equines, but as of this week, the days were slowly becoming shorter and the nights longer. A full moon had just passed the night before, hanging high and bright in the night sky. He had been up most of the night, watching the sky from his home in Oinaze, a part of the Outlands, also home to the Helkaer Commander, Sly. He had not spoken with Sly much recently and he wanted to change that, yes, but she was also a very busy woman. He did not want to pester her with small talk. No, if they were going to talk, he wanted them to have something to talk about. He didn't want to be uselessly taking up space in Oinaze. He needed a purpose, something to do, someone to become. He had skills that were not being utilized, by himself or by others. A mastermind of torture and abuse, Fenrir had better things to do with his time than make small talk - and yet, one could not avoid it. Not when he lived in a social society, a part of a species that, in general, thrived off of social interactions with others of the same species. He saw no point in trying to develop meaningless friendships. He knew that most friendships were a joke. They weren't real. Friends would abandon you the second it benefitted them to be without you.
Some might say that he'd done something similar, dropping out of the ranks of Helkaer himself to become a mere herd member for the now-Commander. But he hadn't outright abandoned the Brotherhood. No, he'd stuck around. That was more than could be said for most. Lumbering through Geysir, hot water shooting up from the earth's crust all around him, Fenrir could feel his dapple gray sabino hide becoming dampened with sweat. Perhaps this place was not the best to come to, in the midst of a heat wave. He had, at least, decided to keep the dire wolf pelt that usually adorned him back at home, for the sake of staying "cool" - not an easy task in a place like this. His dark gray , wolf-like eyes scanned the terrain around him. There did not seem to be many out and about today, especially in a place that lacked much drinkable water (unless one felt like burning the skin from their tongues).
SPEAK. [Tagged: Open] [Words: 398] [Character: Fenrir] [Notes: Open to anyone/anything] [Timeline: 8 years 2 months, summertime, late afternoon]
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Post by Indi on Sept 17, 2022 17:25:13 GMT -7
It was strange, not having a home anymore. While Ila knew her mother had never been comfortable in Shadow Canyon, especially given her generally low opinion of Neutrals, the two-toned filly herself had never had any complaints. Either about the location itself or about those who lived there. And... well, much as her mother might have been very pleased to have finally talked Nicotine into leaving Shadow Canyon, Ila was... not as pleased. Adjusting to the rapid decline in her vision the last few months had been hard enough in familiar territory, but being out in the wide world beyond while trying to acclimatize was proving... difficult. Ila tried not to go anywhere too hazardous, especially when the rest of everyone were off doing their own thing.
Unfortunately, though she was not entirely certain how... Ila currently found herself in Geysir. She could feel the rumbling of the geysers and she hoped very much that she was far enough away as to avoid any danger. The trouble was, still adjusting to relying more on her other senses and not her sight, she was not entirely certain whether she was close or far from the geysers. She was fairly certain she had not gotten too far into Geysir where she was most likely to run into trouble. However... she was not sure. And it made her incredibly nervous. Every little sound had her swinging her head around, squinting as if that would somehow help whatever small bit of sight she might have left to function enough to pinpoint precisely where the geysers were at.
Now if only the squinting actually helped.
Caught up in trying to make sure that she did not end up getting herself burnt by an erupting geyser, Ila did not yet realize that she was not the only equine in this part of the Free Lands at this particular moment. Character;; Ila Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Fenrir Notes;; I'm not sure Ila appreciates this, Randomizer... lol Timeline;; Ila is 2 yrs old.
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Post by fleabittengray on May 2, 2023 1:18:55 GMT -7
The geysers continued to endlessly erupt around him, the earth rumbling beneath his hooves every time one nearby would go off. His wolf-like eyes remained alert, scanning the area for anyone who may be interesting. Luck for him (and unlucky for the young maiden) he spotted another equine wandering Geysir. Fenrir watched them from afar for now, picking up little hints as the horse walked that perhaps this woman was blind or at least had impaired vision. He caught them squinting, as if trying to properly see the geysers, and the subtle way she moved made Fenrir assume that maybe she wasn’t used to the potential blindness she suffered from.
Of course, this had the large beast forming a grin on his lips as he plotted ways to make this young mare’s life hell. At least, for a little while. So he began to move forward, quiet, stealthy even for his size, only quickening his pace when the mate looked ready to walk right into a geyser. He placed himself between her and the vent in the earth. He would not care if she bumped into him (this time) and could play this offer as saving her from harm should he choose to do such a thing.
“Careful,” he spoke in a deep tone with a hint of danger within it. ”That water would boil you alive.”
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Post by Indi on Nov 15, 2023 9:09:38 GMT -7
Harks twitched and swiveled, trying to keep the two-toned damsel apprised of absolutely everything going on around her. The almost constant sense of rumbling underhoof was very distracting, unfortunately. Considering that dealing with the extent of sight loss Ila had by this point was still relatively new, it was hardly a surprise that she was finding the adjustment a struggle. Add to that unfamiliar environs and... well, suffice to say that she was not feeling particularly comfortable. With two years of life to her name, she had started out this second year feeling tremendously grown up and ready for independence... but she was not feeling that way so much now. She was somewhat regretting the fact that she had encouraged the rest of the family to do whatever it was they planned for the day and that no one needed to tag around with her. She was not ready to consider the possibility that, especially at this stage of things, she needed help. Instead, Ila preferred to believe that she could handle it all just fine. No need to inconvenience anyone else.
She was admittedly reconsidering that notion ever since the moment she realized she had accidentally wandered into Geysir.
Behind her, the soft sound of a geyser about to erupt from the earth made her skip forward a few steps in order to avoid the boiling water that was about to spew from the earth. Except, instead of open terrain ahead as she had assumed would be the case, a furred bulk halted too much forward momentum. Had it not been for the geyser behind her -- though she honestly was not entirely sure how close or far it might be, unfortunately -- she would have spooked backward as far as possible, startled as she was by this sudden realization that she was no longer alone. As it was, she did take at least a full step back, giving her room to maneuver. Just in case. While not naturally a timid femme by any means, the recent realization that she was likely to be completely blind within a short time in the future had her far more skittish than she had ever been before. Especially beyond the areas with which she was more familiar.
She missed having a home.
"Careful," rumbled the stranger, deep tones carrying a hint of danger that she did not fail to pick up on. "That water would boil you alive."
Hearing the sounds that warned of yet another geyser ahead - somewhere beyond the stranger - Ila said, 'Thank you for the intervention. And my sincerest apologies for the collision. Wandering through Geysir was not my intention today... but it seems my adventuring brought me here despite hopes in avoiding it.' At least she had not ended up in the Forsaken Mire? That place would likely prove to be even more dangerous for a damsel going blind than even Geysir happened to be. 'I'm Ila, by the way.' Character;; Ila Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Fenrir Notes;; <3 Timeline;; Ila is 2 yrs old; summertime, late afternoon.
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Post by fleabittengray on Nov 28, 2023 16:41:54 GMT -7
F e n r i r DON'T FRET PRECIOUS I'M HERE Heat and humidity radiated from everywhere around them. Wild Equines was experiencing a heat wave, on top of Geysir being an already hazy and humid climate. The perfect combination for trouble, really, but Fenrir was more of less unbothered by the heat, now that he had someone else to focus on other than himself. Wolf-like eyed remained locked on the young girl as she collided with him. His 19 hand frame towering above her, he did not so much as budge from the collision. His hooves remained stuck firmly in the ground, his ears twitching - one away from the girl, searching for any other equines approaching, and the other angled toward her to listen as she spoke. 'Thank you for the intervention. And my sincerest apologies for the collision. Wandering through Geysir was not my intention today... but it seems my adventuring brought me here despite hopes in avoiding it.' She had taken a step away from him and for now, Fenrir allowed it. He doubted she would get very far, if she tried to run, anyway - not without tripping over herself or falling into one of the vents full of boiling water. Either way, she would meet her demise.
"No harm done," he spoke in that same tone as before, with just the faintest hint of danger and trouble. "Though I would not back up any further, unless you'd like to lose a leg." Hearing no one else in the vicinity, Fenrir pricked both ears toward the young maiden. 'I'm Ila, by the way.' The name was unfamiliar to him. She was insignificant - but he could make her gain a significance, even if she was handicapped. He debated giving his real name to her, coming to a decision on a half-truth. "And I am Fen." He paused, the sound of his hooves shifting and shuffling along. "Allow me to lead you away from the geysers, at least. I don't want a boiled corpse on my conscious."
SPEAK. [Tagged: Indi w/ Ila] [Words: 327] [Character: Fenrir] [Notes: He's so creepy <-<] [Timeline: 8 years 2 months, summertime, late afternoon]
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Post by Indi on Dec 22, 2023 8:57:00 GMT -7
At sixteen point two hands of height, Ila was not the shortest equine in the world, she knew. Yet from the vague impressions she could gather of the equine bulk she had collided with... well, to say that she was probably well and truly dwarfed by comparison might potentially be an understatement. It made her feel admittedly a tad uneasy. If only she had opted to stick with her cousins on their adventuring instead of still trying to cling to some semblance of independence despite the rapid decline of her eyesight. She was not a timid femme by nature, but she would like to know of anyone suddenly confronted by the loss of something so vital to normal function as sight who could just shrug it off without any difficulty whatsoever. And how they managed such a feat. For herself... she was finding it incredibly difficult. True, her sight had never been completely perfect, but up until recently, she had still been able to see just fine. Now, squinting warily up at the stranger who hopefully had only good intentions with having intervened to prevent her likely demise... all she could see was the vague impression of someone towering above her.
Who he was, what his facial expressions might have betrayed, anything that might be gleaned from sight... was lost to her. Naturally, she was learning to rely more on her other senses and everything they could tell her, but it was still a learning process. She was not entirely certain this was a good time for being in the middle of that learning process, but... it was not as if she could turn back the clock and prevent herself from coming to Geysir.
As to her apologies for crashing into him, he answered, "No harm done. Though I would not back up any further, unless you'd like to lose a leg." There were still those notes in his tone that left her with a vaguely uneasy feeling. Danger. Despite the fact that he had done nothing but offer aid thus far and given no reason to assume the worst. Ila could not deny wishing for her mother or Uncle Nicotine to appear.
Alas, no such luck as yet.
'I can't think many equines, myself included, have any interest in losing a leg,' she answered with a faint smile, before harks pricked forward to take in his next speech as he introduced himself.
"And I am Fen." Inclining her head in answer, aware of the way his hooves shifted and shuffled. Trying to decipher what those sounds might mean, she was pulled from such contemplation as he added, "Allow me to lead you away from the geysers, at least. I don't want a boiled corpse on my conscious."
She hesitated a moment but was aware that Geysir was not an ideal place for her to decide to decline help from someone. Even if she could not be certain of what might be motivating his actions. So she nodded, answering, 'I'd rather not be a boiled corpse on your conscious, so... lead on.' Character;; Ila Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Fenrir Notes;; <3 Timeline;; Ila is 2 yrs old; summertime, late afternoon.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 23, 2023 4:56:49 GMT -7
F e n r i r DON'T FRET PRECIOUS I'M HERE He could sense her anxiety, though whether it had more to do with her vision being poor or with her being afraid of him specifically, he was not yet sure. He had done nothing to harm her as of yet, but Fenrir did have a sinister aura about him. Something about him was just not right. He was, after all, a former Helkaer, and still living in the Outlands with the Commander of the Brotherhood, Sly. He wondered what Sly might think if be brought home this girl. Would she be amused? Or annoyed with him? His lips twitched into a brief look of amusement, his ears twitching again, listening for any sign of others being in the vicinity. So far, he and this young maiden were very much alone. Only time would tell where that solitude would lead them.
'I can't think many equines, myself included, have any interest in losing a leg,' The smile she gave was small, but it was there, nonetheless. "Yes, it would be quite unfortunate to loss a limb," he spoke, and there was a hint of amusement in his tone, along with that feral darkness that lingered no matter how hard he tried to hide it - and honestly, did he ever really try? He did not try to be something he was not. He was no angel. But he wasn't quite the devil, either.
Ila hesitated when he approached her, but in the end, the girl agreed to have him assist in leading her away from the dangerous terrain. 'I'd rather not be a boiled corpse on your conscious, so... lead on.' A low rumbling chuckle escaped the beast as he positioned himself carefully next to her, reaching to touch his muzzle to her shoulder. "You may lean on me, if you need. I do not mind." And then he began to slowly walk forward, keeping the pace more casual - after all, there was no need to rush. After a moment of walking in silence, Fenrir spoke once more. "Why are you out here, of all places, by yourself, Ila? Surely you've got someone, a friend or family, that could come along with you to the Free Lands to make sure all goes well."
SPEAK. [Tagged: Indi w/ Ila] [Words: 371] [Character: Fenrir] [Notes: xxx] [Timeline: 8 years 2 months, summertime, late afternoon]
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Post by Indi on Dec 29, 2023 11:21:25 GMT -7
Ila very much wished that she had a better idea of who this Fen really was. Had he been honest with her thus far? The part about the geysers being dangerous, absolutely. Whether he actually cared about having a boiled corpse on his metaphorical hands or not was less easily deciphered. For all she knew, Fen was not even his real name. Or, of course, there was also just as likely the possibility that he was everything appearance might suggest; a rather imposing figure with no ill intent, despite a sinister aura about him. With each day of increasing loss, Ila was discovering much to her chagrin that she had depended more on her eyes for information than she had ever truly realized. Given her sight had never been the best, you might have thought she would have been adjusting more easily... but here she was. And because she had been too stubborn to admit she might just need help when family had offered it, now she was in Geysir, depending on a giant stranger to keep her from losing a leg or getting herself boiled alive.
Not ideal. Unfortunately, it was too late now to go back and change her mind.
Amusement was hinted in his tone as he replied, "Yes, it would be quite unfortunate to lose a limb."
In other circumstances, in the presence of equines she knew better, Ila might have made a quip regarding already dealing with the loss of her sight. However, she was not entirely certain of the wisdom in drawing further attention to her poor vision. She suspected he was probably well aware of it, given her movements probably had already given it away, but just in case... no need to show weakness around others, at least as much as she could help it. Despite the time spent living in a Neutral herd, Mother had made sure to teach her about Dark society and the world they belonged in.
So she merely nodded, harks pressing forward as he approached after offering to assist in leading her away from terrain that might well lead to her demise if she was not careful. He seemed amused by her quip about not wanting to be a boiled corpse on his conscience, an ear twitching to take in the low rumbling chuckle that escaped him. She smiled in return, though very nearly jumped out of her skin at the touch of his muzzle to her shoulder. While aware of the way he had been positioning himself alongside her, she admittedly had not been expecting the touch.
Still, she tried to pull herself back into a semblance of calm equilibrium as she processed his words, offering, "You may lean on me, if you need. I do not mind."
Hearing him moving slowly forward, she started walking casually as well. She doubted he had missed the way she had spooked, but for now she was going to ignore that it had happened and hope it was quickly forgotten. Instead, she smiled, noting, 'Fortunately I haven't lost any legs yet and the ones I have function perfectly well, so unless that changes, I don't imagine I'll need to do any leaning.' Realizing that might sound rather ungrateful, she added, 'But thank you for the offer, Fen. I appreciate the thoughtfulness on my behalf.'
For a moment, silence settled between them, until Fen was querying, "Why are you out here, of all places, by yourself, Ila? Surely you've got someone, a friend or family, that could come along with you to the Free Lands to make sure all goes well."
A self-deprecatory laugh escaped the painted damsel at the question. Wrinkling her muzzle a little, she admitted, 'Probably because I am too stubborn and independent for my own good. Of course, I'm not exactly out here in the Free Lands by myself. My whole family is out and about...' She paused, hesitating a moment, before continuing, 'Mother and Uncle Nicotine are probably exploring options for a home. The rest are probably just exploring for the sake of exploring.' Tilting her head to squint up at the towering stallion, she queried, 'What about you, Fen? Specifically out in the Free Lands to assist foolishly stubborn damsels in distress or was that just happenstance?' Character;; Ila Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Fenrir Notes;; For good or ill, I think she's relaxing a bit by the end of this post. xD Timeline;; Ila is 2 yrs old; summertime, late afternoon.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 6, 2024 11:07:03 GMT -7
F e n r i r DON'T FRET PRECIOUS I'M HERE He was becoming very curious about this young girl. She was still in her youth, couldn't be older than 2 or 3. Still young enough to be molded and manipulated. The cogs were turning in his brain, coming up with ways to learn more about her so that he could late track her down, find her again, perhaps making it look like it was all by chance. Maybe he could convince her, and her family if she had any, that he could be trusted. He would gain the trust of Ila and whoever she lived with, if she didn't live alone, and then he would break them down - slowly, slowly, so that they didn't realize it at first, until it was too late. Yes, it was all in good fun. Fenrir liked mind games and it had been a while since he'd gotten to play any. It would be a slow process, but he had time. He had all the time in the world, didn't he?
She spooked when he touched her shoulder, a detail that he tucked away in the back of his mind for safekeeping. The information could be useful in the future. However, she said nothing. Perhaps she wanted to pretend she hadn't gotten spooked by his touch. He would oblige, this time, for her sake. So he said nothing, drawing his muzzle away and looking around, a neutral expression on his face but on the inside he was smirking, devilish and corrupt. His wolf-like eyes watched the swirling of the mist as they began to walk through it. Mist and fog always fascinated him. The way it moved around his body, obscuring his gray mass from view. It was a nice way to naturally camouflage himself. 'Fortunately I haven't lost any legs yet and the ones I have function perfectly well, so unless that changes, I don't imagine I'll need to do any leaning.' A rumble of laughter emerged from the beast, even as the girl spoke an apology for her comments. 'But thank you for the offer, Fen. I appreciate the thoughtfulness on my behalf.'
"You're welcome," was all he said, the amusement clear in his tone. And then came the silence, not heavy or awkward, but lingering. He let it linger, until he spoke again, and she was laughing, the sound of it not quite happy. The ear nearest the girl tilted toward her, listening intently as he led the way out of Geysir. 'Probably because I am too stubborn and independent for my own good. Of course, I'm not exactly out here in the Free Lands by myself. My whole family is out and about...' A pause as she mentioned her family, as if wondering if she should really mention them at all. Nonetheless, she went on to talk of her mother, and naming an Uncle. 'Mother and Uncle Nicotine are probably exploring options for a home. The rest are probably just exploring for the sake of exploring.' Nicotine. Not a familiar name to him, but he could work with that. Ila had an uncle named Nicotine. 'What about you, Fen? Specifically out in the Free Lands to assist foolishly stubborn damsels in distress or was that just happenstance?'
Ila turned the question onto Fenrir and the large hellion merely chuckled, answering with a lie that rolled smoothly off his tongue, no hesitation, no signs of it being a lie. "I am a wanderer. I enjoy wandering through the Free Lands. I don't go looking for trouble," he teased, glancing at the girl beside him, "But it does have a habit of finding me." He grinned, the expression not quite right.
SPEAK. [Tagged: Indi w/ Ila] [Words: 608] [Character: Fenrir] [Notes: xxx] [Timeline: 8 years 2 months, summertime, late afternoon]
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Post by Indi on Mar 24, 2024 8:59:44 GMT -7
Ending up in Geysir had most assuredly not been part of Ila’s plans for the day. If she knew the kind of attention she might well have garnered in the process, she might likely be even less enthused about the path this day had taken. She knew almost nothing about her companion aside from the fact that he towered over her and that he had introduced himself as Fen. He had done nothing particularly ominous thus far, aside from occasionally sounding ominous and having something of an aura of danger about him. Was that a good reason to assume the worst and run for the hills? The more paranoid of the world would say yes. Ila was more skittish than she usually was, thanks to the rapid deterioration of her sight. However, she was not about to just jump to conclusions about anyone based solely on a few scant features that might well be beyond the individuals ability even to control. After all, no one she knew of could choose the height they grew into. And who knew whether or not she was reading into his aura and tone something that was not actually there. Maybe he was actually just as meek and gentle as a lamb, but merely appeared intimidating because of height combined with his voice.
Ila was grateful when it seemed that Fen was not going to mention anything about the way she had spooked. For one thing, she did not want to offend. For another, and perhaps more importantly, she did not want to appear weak in any way. True, she was quite vulnerable these days with the deterioration of her eyesight, but she remembered what she had learned from her mother. And thus did her utmost to not give away any sign of weakness. At least beyond what could not be helped.
Ila picked up on the rumbling sound of laughter that followed her remarks… and apology. However, all he said in response was, ”You’re welcome.” Albeit, amusement was evident enough in his tone.
Speaking of her family – at least, mostly of her mother and uncle… though technically he was her cousin, not uncle… but as a child she had gotten into a habit of calling him such and it had stuck – followed a bit of a silence to fall between them, before she was querying about what he was doing out here.
The answer came without pause, ”I am a wanderer. I enjoy wandering through the Free Lands. I don’t go looking for trouble,” a teasing note coloured his tone and she caught hints of his head moving, sensing the glance her direction, before he was adding, ”But it does have a habit of finding me.”
Looking about Geysir, Ila gave a snort of amusement, answering, ’Clearly trouble has a habit of finding me as well. Seeing as it definitely was not in my plans to land myself in Geysir, at risk of burns or broken legs.’ Curious, she added, ’Have you always been a wanderer?’ Character;; Ila Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Fenrir Notes;; <3 Timeline;; Ila is 2 yrs old; summertime, late afternoon.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 17, 2024 15:39:11 GMT -7
F e n r i r DON'T FRET PRECIOUS I'M HERE Fen's ear stayed tilted toward the younger equine as they walked, standing so close that sometimes they would touch as they walked. He went at a slow pace, not wanting her to have to struggle to keep up with his long legged stride. At 19 hands with a hulking, drafty build, Fenrir knew that he was intimidating even without trying to be. He could not help who he was... what he was. He was as wicked and corrupt as they came, but even a monster could enjoy a casual and civilized conversation from time to time. He saw no reason to change that now, considering that Ila seemed to be somewhat relaxing around him and trusting him enough to give another name, the name of her uncle. The more Fenrir could drag out of her now, the less he would have to work later.
She looked toward him and Fen wondered if she was really seeing him. Could she make out the blue marks painted onto his face? Would she be able to recognize him, should they meet again? He would easily remember her. It would be hard to forget her, really. She had made herself memorable, the poor little lamb. ’Clearly trouble has a habit of finding me as well. Seeing as it definitely was not in my plans to land myself in Geysir, at risk of burns or broken legs.’ He laughed, as if she had told a great joke, but really it was not far from the truth. Trouble had found her, indeed. 'Have you always been a wanderer?’ His tail twitched, swishing against his hind legs, and Fenrir gave a quiet, contemplative sigh.
"More of less," he stated in response to her question, continuing on to say, "I have never felt the need to settle in any one place or another. There's so much to see, so many to meet - why stay in just one place?" He quieted, the silence filled with the sound of their footsteps along the terrain. He wondered if she would ask more questions. "What of you and your family? Have you ever called a place home before?"
SPEAK. [Tagged: Indi w/ Ila] [Words: 357] [Character: Fenrir] [Notes: xxx] [Timeline: 8 years 2 months, summertime, late afternoon]
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