[aliyaah]

Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Sanctio (fleabittengray) and Sly (aliyaah). 

Prompt:

Two equines with horrific pasts cross paths. Sly has previously been informed of the cleansing that the Versai perform... If Sanctio reveals he was one of such individuals who endured the ritual, perhaps Sly might foolishly think she can convince him about the evils of the side which he currently aligns with...

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 September 1st, 2023.

[fleabittengray]

You should've known the price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here

Much had happened in the last few months. In the last year. He was working on getting Desolate Earth active again, giving it a new purpose despite its name and terrain. He wanted to make it a safe place. No prisoners. No harm done to others, no matter their alliance. He would judge others only based on their actions now, not by strictly their alliance. He was a changed man, especially since his soul now belonged to Utopia. It was in the hooves of Rasa forevermore, giving him an in to Utopia once he passed - whenever that was, hopefully not anytime soon. However, with war proclaimed by Rasa, and himself being aligned with Utopia, Sanction was aware that there was a risk of death. There was always a risk when it came to war. The Clydesdale was just going to have to be careful, especially out here in the Free Lands. You never knew who you were going to run into out here. Friend or foe? Utopia ally or Underworld ally? Or someone who hadn't picked a side in the war, trying to remain neutral through it all?

How could anyway want to stay neutral, though? He understood to a degree the Vigilum having to stay out of it, as it was their job to be neutral in everything they did was it not? But for others to not pick a side, and even worse, to pick the side of the Underworld... It made no sense to the dark bay brute. He had been a Dark aligned beast once, but it was difficult for him to think that way now, after so long. Having been successfully cleansed by Allocen or the Versai Sisterhood, Sanctio had been on a new Light path since that day. He did not want to do anything to end up leaving that path. He had to stay on the path of righteousness - it was the only way to live a good life. Did he still get temptations every now and again? Sometimes, but the urges were weak. He did not have to struggle to fight against them. He was stronger than the darkness that had festered inside of him in the beginning of his life.

He walked the shores of Opaque Beach now, listening to the hushed sound of the waves hitting the sand. He paced out of reach of the waves, a warm breeze making his tail flutter around his back legs. His forelock swept away from his dark brown eyes as he turned his head to look at the waves as he walked, studying their white-capped edges as they crashed upon the shore. It was spring now, a time of rebirth, and yet war was here. The irony was not missed. A time that should be celebrated for life and renewal as now going to be drenched with blood and, potentially, with death. Only time would tell who the winner of this war was, but Sanctio was of the belief that even the winners didn't truly win... not when others had to get hurt or die in order for their goal to be achived.


Tagged: aliyaah
Words: 520
Character: Sanctio
Notes: So looking forward to this!
Timeline: 8 years 6 months, spring, mid-day

[aliyaah]

She could not say that this was a domain that she had traversed before. But having heard the tale that this was where those of the Light alliance liked to reside, how could she not come wandering here, particularly during such a time? There was little doubt that most of those Light-allied would side with Utopia for this feud, and so consequently, it seemed logical that she might find some of those associated with the heavens occupying this territory. Which was exactly why the Helkaer Commander had dragged her ragged, sinewy self here that day. She had committed herself to aiding the Underworld and their cause, and had already been making efforts in ensuring that those who opposed them stayed out of the sectors that were associated with those more cruel-hearted. She had already happened to find one lost soul who had wandered their way into a district claimed by the darks. It had been awfully entertaining to toying with the poor thing, making her regret her misstep. What more fun could the Helkaer Commander have, then, wandering into a zone where she was likely to encounter her adversaries in numbers? Sly's bloodlust had been tremendously invigorated by the call to war - and she entirely intended on satisfying it.

The waves were crashing onto the sandy terrain rhythmically as Sly drew near the expanse of water. There were several individuals scattered along the shore, and the Helkaer Commander took a deliberate moment of contemplation to pick her target. Her deep, auburn chasms were drawn to the frame of a lone draft stallion, meandering casually next to the tide. Target acquired. Her visage twisted upwards into a malicious and entertained grin, and she immediately launched herself into a full blown gallop. Her limbs pushed forcefully against the malleable earth beneath her, sending her flying forwards at full-tilt. She ate up the damp shore, spewing up both particles of sand, as well as moisture, in a trail behind her. Her gaze was wild and determined as she closed the distance between herself and the unsuspecting brute - though surely within moments, he would be notified of her rather obvious and tumultuous approach. She rushed towards him, entirely intending on crashing into him if he did not move out of her way. She had no reason, other than wishing to cause trouble. Would he allow her to crash full on into him? Or would he avoid her mischievous, yet reckless actions? 

Tagged - fleabittengray with Sanctio
Notes - I'm so sorry for the wait here. I'll be sure to prioritize this thread so we can make sure we get it done before the deadline.

[fleabittengray]

You should've known the price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here

His strolling along the shore was quiet and contemplative. He was not truly expecting any trouble here. Opaque Beach had always been rather peaceful and though they were in wartime now, Sanctio was still hoping to have a quiet day here out by the shore. So when he heard the rest of the equines out and about starting to chatter, worried, confused, he frowned. His ears twitched, trying to listen in on conversations subtly, and as he listened he also heard the sound of quick footfalls. Hooves galloping across sand. The Clydesdale turned his eyes away from the water, and just as he began to look in the direction of the commotion, which seemed to be getting closer rather quickly, he heard a squeal from someone nearby, saw them bobbing their head frantically to get his attention. "Watch out!" came the warning, and Sanctio did not hesitate. Apparently, whoever was charging down the shore was coming for him - for whatever reason. Sinking his hind hooves into the damp sand, the massive draft brute launched his 17.2 hand bodice forward as quickly as he could. It was a slow start, giving his size, but he did at least manage to avoid a full-on collision with whoever had just whisked by him.

His pulse quickened, his gate almost clumsy from the sudden surge forward through damp sand. He headed away from the water a bit before he slowed to a trot, looping back around to try and pinpoint his attacker. The other equines in the area were scattering, the mare that had called out to him in warning fleeing with her eyes wide, the whites showing. Clearly, whoever this horse was that had come after him, was frightening enough to clear the vicinity. But why? Dark brown eyes narrowing, Sanctio snorted and glared in the direction of the maiden that had randomly decided to charge at him. She was shorter, by quite a bit, her chestnut hide scarred. And there! Upon her shoulder, the brand of the Helkaer.

Sanctio understood the reason for everyone else fleeing now, but he was not so easily frightening. "Hola, amiga," he called out to her, using the same greeting he would use on any other stranger - though not nearly as warm and friendly as it typically would be. "Que pasa?" And though the words might very well be foreign to the stranger, as they tended to be in Wild Equines, his tone was clear - what the hell was she doing and why?


Tagged: aliyaah
Words: 416
Character: Sanctio
Notes: High pain, low muse day but still wanted to post <3
Timeline: 8 years 6 months, spring, mid-day

Hola, amiga = Hello, friend
Que pasa = What's up/what's going on

[aliyaah]

Her heart had been thundering in her chest with anticipation as she closed the distance between herself and the stranger - eager to see how he was going to react to her rather aggressive approach. Unfortunately, someone else nearby decided to ruin her fun, shrilly calling out to the brute and warning him of the Helkaer Commander's advance. This gave him opportunity to skirt out of her way - it had not seemed as though he had been entirely oblivious to her, but rather perhaps the idea that she had little issue with colliding into him. The beast, taller by several hands and certainly built of a much more muscular stature, jumped forwards and out of harms way. The motion was delayed, perhaps his build causing him a lack of immediate agility, but it was still enough to escape her... And instead, Sly's much more svelte skeleton went flying passed him. Rapidly, she slammed her hooves into the malleable earth, demanding her frame to stop hastily upon the sandy terra. Once her forward motion had been discontinued, she immediately rounded back upon the draft, just in case. Initially, however, all he offered her was an unimpressed snort that was accompanied by a glare - that which the crimson witch just ignored. Instead, she sent her own menacing stare in search of the one who had called out, the one who had ruined her fun - intent on making them pay for interfering with her. They had turned away and looked like they were about to head off, perhaps concerned about the malicious demeanour she was now issuing forth in their direction. She would not let them get way, however.

She had only taken one step forwards, was only moments away from launching herself back into a rapid and deliberate pace, when the bay beast pulled her attention back towards him. "Hola, amiga," He called out to her, clearly asking for her attention, which she offered him - just in case he intended on returning the offense that she had offered him. His tones seemed, for the most part, friendly - an odd way to behave, considering she had just attempted to tackle him, and had very nearly been successful. Despite the affable chords, however... She had no fucking idea what he had just said. "Que pasa?" He then tried, his vocals maintaining a similar tone, but still sounding as though he was speaking in tongues. Irritated, she demanded, "The fuck?" Her aggression worn boldly upon her scarred hide, she added, "Speak plainly, if you are going to waste your breath speaking at all." Her own lyrics were far from amicable, clearly demonstrating her antagonistic demeanour. There was no reason for her to act like this towards him, truly... But that's just who she was. And she was never going to change.

Tagged - fleabittengray with Sanctio
Notes - As mentioned, this thread will be my priority. <3

[fleabittengray]

You should've known the price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here

Sanctio had once been a brute of the Dark alliance, before Allocen her performed his Cleansing, but he had never been the bastard type to charge at some innocent horse minding their own business for no reason at all! In fact, none of his misdoings had been for no reason at all, but rather, for immoral, unethical reasons that, at the time, had made perfect sense to him. Violence and chaos and bloodshed for the sake of gaining power and fearful respect... was that not what most Darks were about? However, given that this maiden was a Helkaer - though he knew now which one, since he'd not had much dealings with the Brotherhood - he was not surprised that she was the type to come hauling ass down the shore in an attempt to bodyslam him. Did she not take into consideration that she was smaller than him, and she might have done some injury to herself as well? What was the point? What was her reasoning, other than to just be a little shit? It was almost amusing and he would have laughed, had she not looked ready to tear the flesh from the bones of whoever first dares get near enough to her. What a nasty little witch she was!

And the fact that he spoke in a language other than English seemed to set her off even more. Clearly irritated, the crimson minx spat out, "The fuck?" Sanctio arched a brow at her, baffled by the complete and utter rudeness of this woman. What did she have against other languages? "Speak plainly, if you are going to waste your breath speaking at all." To that, the large draft did chuckle though the sound was unamused, his ears half-tilted back against his large skull. "You know, it is very rude to be making fun of someone speaking another language simply because you do not understand it," he scolded her as one might a rude child who was showing too much arrogance. "Perhaps you should learn some manners, si?" Okay, maybe now he was just pushing her buttons a little - but if the bitch wanted a battle, she was picking on the wrong man. He may be of the Light alliance now, but that did not mean he was going to take it easy on her if she threw herself at him again. He would take her down if he had to. Survival of the fittest, wasn't it?


Tagged: aliyaah
Words: 408
Character: Sanctio
Notes: He is NOT impressed LOL
Timeline: 8 years 6 months, spring, mid-day

[aliyaah]

TW: Foul language. 

Initially, the heavy-set brute seemed to wear a look that was almost entertained - but swiftly, as Sly had spewed her antagonism at him, it changed to a facade of puzzlement. Perhaps not having expected such animosity from the stranger... But what else had he expected, with the way that she had charged at him? It certainly had not been performed in a playful manner, that was for certain. Perhaps he thought she had made a mistake, or had been trying to make the best of a... Rather strange start to their encounter. But, evidently, her response to his words had quickly rectified any potential thought that there would be civility between them.

She was firstly met with a raised brow, one which demonstrated his befuddlement. Then, followed the words, "You know, it is very rude to be making fun of someone speaking another language simply because you do not understand it," This time, they were spoken in the language that she could understand - whether or not her nastiness had forced him to give up his charade, or whether he just had deeply desired to scold her, she was unsure. But already, she detested the tone to which he spoke to her in. Clearly, despite the brand so brazenly worn upon her shoulder, he did not have any idea who she was. If he did, he would not dare speak to her in such away. Thorns still resting flat against her skull, and a single flint stomping with indignation against the sandy earth, she spewed back at him, "I wasn't making fun. I was demanding you smarten up." Sly could joke... Generally, it was at the expense of others, but the words she had initially uttered were certainly not her kind of humour. The steed then pushed his luck further, which in turn only worsened the Helkaer Commander's ire, by chiding her. "Perhaps you should learn some manners, si?" Were his words. A mistake. Rage flooded her, a heat rushing from one extremity of her skeleton to the other. She seethed. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She demanded, fire burning within her deep russet voids, demonstrating her vexation. "Things as insignificant as manners are not a part of my daily life, and you would be wise to not attempt to verse me in them, vermin." She spat at him. Who the hell had the time to waste on efforts such as manners? Particularly in times such as these? No, absolutely not. Fuck that. 

Tagged - fleabittengray with Sanctio
Words - 400+
Notes - We did it! Lol. Also I love it. She's so easily put off and she's not used to others scolding her. 

[fleabittengray]

You should've known the price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here

If there was one thing that Sanctio could not stand anymore, it was arrogance, and this mare radiated it. She was arrogant, rude, lacking any manners and he figured the Helkaer brand he'd spotted on her right shoulder had everything to do with her personality. Now, he didn't have much personal experience with the Helkaer, but he knew enough about them to know that they were bade news. He could understand the draw to want to annihilate them, given their history. There was no telling what those in the Brotherhood might do and he was willing to bet he knew which side of the war this warrior was aligned with. Sanctio himself was aligned with Utopia, had given his soul to Utopia, and he felt he was better off for it. He was at peace with himself. Could this woman say the same about herself?

The mare's ears were pinned flat against her skull and she childishly stomped a hoof into the earth, causing Sanctio to chuckle in irritation as well as amusement. "I wasn't making fun. I was demanding you smarten up." Again, he laughed. "I am fluent in three languages, Ma'am. How many do you understand?" he snapped back at her, his long black tail slapping against his haunches, shooing away the spring time insects that had come to feast upon his blood. His comment about manners seemed to enrage the woman, which was interesting. She really should not allow herself to be affected by something so simple as words, at least not to quickly and easily. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" The Helkaer war maiden asked him and Sanctio found himself laughing again, shaking his head. "Things as insignificant as manners are not a part of my daily life, and you would be wise to not attempt to verse me in them, vermin."

He started down at her from his hulking 17.2 hand stature, tsking his tongue like he was again reprimanding a child. "No manners as well as a temper... Careful, Miss Helkaer, you may just end up with high blood pressure and that's not something fun to deal with."


Tagged: aliyaah
Words: 361
Character: Sanctio
Notes: He's so annoyed but entertained by her and I'm sure that pissed her tf off LOL
Timeline: 8 years 6 months, spring, mid-day

[fleabittengray]

aliyaah Bump!

[fleabittengray]

aliyaah Bump!

[fleabittengray]

aliyaah Assuming this is dropped? <3

[aliyaah]

fleabittengray No, if you can keep it with me I would like to, I'm just slow.

[fleabittengray]

aliyaah Okay!