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Post by Fallen on Sept 17, 2023 19:53:56 GMT -7
"Speech."
This was becoming quite the cliche. A disappointing and annoying replay of historic events of the painted bastards past lives. It was beginning to seem as though the longer his wretched flesh clung to the mortal realm the tighter his restrains became. This land was locked into a disgustingly pitiful gag of politics. Of Rights, and wrongs and slights and thing of the sort. The glacial orbs of the 17.3 hand king rolled into the back of his skull at the thought, his jagged enamels bared from behind peeled lips as he stifled his disgust. Selven cared little for the politics, little for the restrains he now felt that chained his knees and hocks to the black dirt beneath him. Yet here he was. Stagnant. Useless. His beloved was cold with him, her affections withheld as her anger grew. The king felt as if his Thomasin resented him now. Put all the blame upon him for the unfortunate reality that their children were stolen. Gothika defiled before their young eyes and beaten within an inch of her life. Thick inky thorns sunk into the abyssal sea of his matted tendrils then, his teeth threatening to turn to dust as they ground harshly against each other. To top it off, Othello, one of his bastard children seemed to be lurking about. The unnaturally large beast was an ill fated omen in Selven's eyes... he was not keen on welcoming the vicious bastard with open hooves. Another roll of his icy eyes and he turned upon his haunches. Long matted tendrils were sent against his muscled flanks with a loud whack, his obsidian daggers slamming upon the earth as he pushed his frame from the innards of the keep. The guards that patrolled heavily slowed their steps to give their nods but Selven was in no gracious mood. an unwelcoming snarl curled his kissers as his inky thorns stayed lost in the mass of his locks. The eyes of the guards averted as they stopped to let the king pass through the giant doors and out into the thick and dreary evening.
The warmth of summer offered no moment of respite. Glistening beads of salty sweat began to form along his massive neck first. The feeling of the wetness begrudgingly not offering a breath of coolness as the warm breeze washed over him. Selven's thick crown rose with annoyance then, the muggy heat making the beast stomp into the woods in frustration. The bastard had no destination in mind however, as he stomped about. His wide nares open and flaring as she took in the scents that shifted about in the woods. Some were faint, some were strong, some old, some new. Selven shifted his weight, taking a sharp left. His body and mind taking itself where it needed to be. This was becoming a ritual for the beast.. anger would wash over him. Self loathing almost. Sadness. Pity. Then all consuming rage. His large crown lowered to the earth then as he strode forward, his heavy locks falling into his black and silver lashes as his breath pushed around the dirt and debris. It had been two weeks now, the path to the outskirts becoming more apparent each night that the king traveled it. The scents were nearly non existent now. The muddled tracks gone. Only specks of blood that had managed to fall onto the underside of leaves and bark a faint reminder of that day his babies were taken. Selven's body came to a halt in the small clearing then. His rugged form dripping from the humidity of the summer heat. The large bastard looked around at the twisted branches, snapped limbs and twigs and felt his heart ache. He could visualize his children being taken, see Underoath pathetic low life sons force themselves upon Gothika. Could see them, hear them laugh as they crushed Lionel's skull in front of his sweet boy. Selven's jaws twitched then, his icy blue eyes wide and wild. That ill-fated rage that bubbled in his gut stirred with every moment he stood in this place. It splashed against his throat and stabbed at his eyes. Called for him to hunt the fuckers down himself and tear their heads from their bodies. Rip their tongues from their fucking mouths and destroy them until they are nothing but a mound of broken bones and rotten flesh. Selven's breath was jagged and deep as his mind wandered to all the vile, murderous things he wished to do to the pair. Their full descriptions set in his raging mind. Selven began to walk again now, his cold eyes looking about and resting upon the spot where Lionel's body once laid. The bastard king had taken the dead cat back already, waiting for the right day to break the skull from its body. He would keep the corpse until he got his son and daughter back. He would weave the bones of the small feline into the locks of his children a testament to their strength. He knew they were still alive... they had to be. Stealing royal babes was one thing, but to harm them... kill them... surely the brothers were not that stupid.
Selven cast his gaze skyward now, the ugly clouds parting to reveal the moon. The bastard exhaled heavily then, his rage subsiding enough for his heart to stop thumping. Heavy hocks turned him graciously back toward the stream now. His mind wandering back to his Thomasin. He wondered just how he would get back into her good graces. How he could bring the brothers head on a pike to his beloved or better yet, bring them alive but broken. Flailing just enough so that he could watch his flawless hate stricken bride rip their flesh from their faces and their cocks from their worthless scrotums. He wanted, no... needed, to give her all that he had promised. Blood, loyalty, power... destruction. He wanted it all. Wanted to give it all to her. And yet... here he stood. Placed at a creek with his teeth bared at nothing. Selven leaned forward then, letting the soft ripples of the flowing water distort his handsome reflection. A deep scowl was etched on his jaws as he looked at himself.
What the absolute fuck am I doing here..
WORDS 1000+ TAGGED Anyone MUSE ---
NOTES Angsty Selven is open for anyone TIMELINE After the twins are stolen, before light king coronation
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Post by fleabittengray on Sept 24, 2023 7:10:13 GMT -7
x OSIRIS He had not always known his heritage. He had only know Akroma to be his mother, making him from a line of royalty, but it was only after Underoath's crimes came to light and he confessed his love for Osiris's mother that the boy discovered that the former Light warrior was his father. Osiris had never met the brute, had only heard cursed whispers about him. Quite honestly, the large draft brute disgusted him. Osiris had no real interest in meeting him anymore, not since he was older and wiser. So it irked him to learn that Oath had come here, to the Keep, and was - to his knowledge, at least - currently housed here, kept prisoner by Thomasin and the new King, Selven. It was Osiris's hope that the cells was where his father would rot. It was because of Oath that his blood was considered tainted. But Osiris would prove to be more than just his blood, or his father's blood. He would make a quiet name for himself, content to not seek violence and bloodshed. He was destined for something else. Something more. Blue and brown eyes squinted out into the darkness of the humid summer evening. His flanks were already slick with sweat, his flaxen mane sticking to his thick neck. Strong muscles glided beneath his appaloosa hide, speckled and spotted with white and cream. He'd grown into a handsome youth, but he was also humble. He did not go out seeking to flaunt his looks or his strength. He did not leave the Keep seeking to draw unsuspecting victims back here. He did not seek violence, bloodshed, or anything of the sort. In fact, the boy did not even consider himself to be aligned with the Darks, toeing the line of Neutrality instead. For his own safety, however, he always claimed to be a Dark if he was ever asked. He wasn't sure what Thomasin and Selven would think of having a son of Oath living in their herd, especially if he wasn't a loyal Dark. Did they even know that kin of Underoath still called the Keep home? He walked through the forest, wandering aimlessly as he continued to ponder and sweat in the humidity. His tail flicked every so often, mostly out of boredom than anything else, and as he arrived in a clearing he would have missed the figure of the King had the white patches upon him not caught the glint of the silvery night atmosphere. Osiris came to an abrupt halt a few paces from the King, wondering if he should approach, tense and wary. "Good evening, your grace," he finally decided on speaking, dipping his head respectfully but not yet trying to approach the King. He was not afraid of Selven, but something in his gut was telling him it was better to wait to approach him - at least for tonight. Fallen w/ Selven 481 | OsirisI hope you don't mind him popping in here <3 4 years 2 months, late summer, evening
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Post by Fallen on Oct 10, 2023 7:19:49 GMT -7
"Speech."
The ink and ivory colored czar had let himself slip into an even deeper state of self pity and annoyance. So much so that he did not care to pay attention to the sound of heavy hooves that stopped only a few feet away. Thick inky thorns sunk into his heavy mass of locks, a look of utter displeasure marring his deep rugged features as he felt the eyes of the stranger upon his flesh. "Good evening, your grace," The lyrics of the stallion came, slow and cautious. The czar ground his teeth as his own piercing blue eyes looked up at the other beast catching the dip of its skull. Selven inhaled heavily, his chin bobbing only slightly in return.
"Is it really? The accented vocals of the king were harsh tonight, as his brows remained furrowed. "a good evening that is. I find it to be nothing of the sorts tonight." The painted king said with disdain. The duo toned bastard let his skull drop to the cool stream beneath his hooves now, his lips dunking into the water without decorum as he took a large swallow. His gaze went back to the still stranger, as his maw lifted slightly. Cool droplets of aqua fell from his chin with soft sounds back to the stream below. drip, drip, drip. The kings nostrils widened then, his eyes focusing. His lips curled in an unamused way now as he studied the draft. "I did not see you at the coronation... speak your name." There was a hint of speculation in the kings voice, a flare of suspicion. Was this stallion a spy of the culprits that stole his children? Was he here following the king in hopes of catching him with his mind wandering? Similar questions began to swim through the kings head and with each passing thought the rage that boiled his blood grew hotter and closer to the surface.
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 15, 2023 4:43:11 GMT -7
x OSIRIS He stood still and silent as he observed the slightly shorter King. He had yet to meet Selven, but having lived in the Keep his entire life, Osiris had his ways of quietly learning the happenings of his home. Besides, it would be impossible not to know there was a new King. The Coronation, he'd heard, had been quite the event. Many equines from across Wild Equines had showed their faces... including that of his father. Oath had come to proclaim himself for the Dark alliance, after all these years. It disgusted Osiris, and knowing his father was being kept in the Keep made him want to leave, to live somewhere else. He wanted nothing to do with the large, dappled draft. And he worried what being his king would mean for him and his siblings that still lived here. Standing now in the presence of the King, he could feel heavy tension, but he figured that had more to do with the missing children than the fact Osiris had approached him. "Is it really? The appaloosa said nothing, listening instead as Selven continued speaking. "a good evening that is. I find it to be nothing of the sorts tonight." A quiet, contemplative hum was released into the air from the youthful stallion, his duo hued eyed looking at the King as he drank. "And how shall we fix that?" he asked, curious, because surely the King had a plan of sorts. He was the King, after all! Osiris realized he would be expected to offer his help to the King, should the conversation continue, but he was fine with that. If he could help find the missing Prince and Princess, he would feel good about that. "I did not see you at the coronation... speak your name."Osiris chuckled a little. "I was not at the Coronation. Parties are not to my liking, honestly. I prefer a more... quiet type of lifestyle," he explained to the King, introducing himself as well. "My name is Osiris and I have lived here all my life, since before it was the Keep. I've just never gotten much involved with politics."Fallen w/ Selven 358 | OsirisSorry for the quality, I feel like trash. >.< 4 years 2 months, late summer, evening
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Post by Fallen on Oct 24, 2023 15:03:01 GMT -7
"And how shall we fix that?" Such simple words filled with genuine hope caused the bastard king to wrinkle his nose. His plan? Why all he wished to do was murder the fuckers that slighted him. To bring their bloodied skulls tongueless and crushed to impale upon spikes at the entrance to his home. He wished to defile their bodies and feed their remains to any who wished to feast on them. Devilish eyes shifted back to the draft, a cruel smirk tickling that same wrinkled nose for only a moment. "I have an idea.." The king said simply.
"I was not at the Coronation. Parties are not to my liking, honestly. I prefer a more... quiet type of lifestyle. My name is Osiris and I have lived here all my life, since before it was the Keep. I've just never gotten much involved with politics."
Selven's thorns lifted from his inky locs then, a look of curiosity playing on his maw. "You were merely a babe when I first traversed these lands... how quaint." Selven let a soft chuckle escape his hard lips. "Continue to dwell in the shadows young Osiris. Politics is a game even I do not care to play." Selven spoke with less aggression toward the newly named stranger, his mood taking a swing for the lighter as a crooked smirk tickled his lips. "Even with this position i find myself in... comical how life tends to pan out." His voice trailed off for a moment before he spoke once again. "It only serves as chains to keep those like us in line however... and oh how I do despise such formalities." The bastard said his pearly teeth shown only for a second as he let his mind churn their devious thoughts. "as for parties... well, you may need to get over such things. Its a great way to size up those that come bearing teeth in the guise of friendly and welcoming smiles." The older bastard said, his accented vocals smooth despite the implication behind them with a slightly raised brow. The bastard king let his gaze shift to the sky for a moment as his banner flicked at his hocks. "I have questions, Osiris. Shall you indulge me?" The king queried with a gentle tilt of his crown, his maw staying slightly skyward as his eyes peered upon the stallion. "Come, let us walk." Selven's accented tones were softer, but there was no denying the violence that could hide behind them as his skull lowered back to normal height from peering at the sullen clouds. The king then turned on his haunches, his back now facing Osiris as he took a step forward into the night. He was truthful when he said he had questions. The bastard king just wondered what kind of answers he would get this evening.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 13, 2023 3:44:48 GMT -7
x OSIRIS He knew how to fight, but was not a fighter. He was more of a philosopher, honestly. He spent his days in quiet solitude, thinking and pondering over things that others might otherwise never care to notice. He observed the stars in the sky, the position of the moon and sun. He could navigate the lands with perfect, practiced ease. No matter where he went, Osiris never felt lost. He had learned how to take note of the little things in his surroundings. Ways to find water or food or shelter, even. Did he need these skills? Not really. He had always had a home, because his mother had been Queen of the Darks. Royal blood flowed freely through his veins, though Osiris cared not for the throne. Kingship had never been one of his desires and as Selven's smirking maw turned to him, Osiris could not help the chill that rushed down his spine. "I have an idea.." And the black and white brute said no more, letting the statement trail off. The younger stallion gave another quiet, thoughtful hum - neither approval nor disapproval. "I hope it works." It was a bland statement, but it was true, nonetheless. Osiris could not imagine the pain of losing children in such a violent way, kidnapped from their own home... "You were merely a babe when I first traversed these lands... how quaint." The King chuckled and Osiris followed suit. "Continue to dwell in the shadows young Osiris. Politics is a game even I do not care to play." That interested the youth, because how could one be King and not at least enjoy some of the political games that had to be played? Curious, but unsure if it was his place to ask, Osiris merely stated, "It must bring some satisfaction, though, seeing as you are King." He hoped not to offend. There was no judgement coming from him as the evening insects chirped and buzzed in the surrounding forest. "Even with this position i find myself in... comical how life tends to pan out." The King's voice trailed off briefly before speaking again. "It only serves as chains to keep those like us in line however... and oh how I do despise such formalities. Osiris could relate to feelings of being chained. He had always felt he was... restricted and held back somehow. "as for parties... well, you may need to get over such things. Its a great way to size up those that come bearing teeth in the guise of friendly and welcoming smiles." And though Osiris had no plans on going to any parties anytime soon, he gave a polite nod. "I will take that into consideration, should another event come up in the realm that extends an invite to our Kingdom." Their Kingdom. As if Osiris aligned with the darkness, instead of neutrality. But no one had to know about that. "I have questions, Osiris. Shall you indulge me?" Questions... about what? "I shall, my King," he agreed, smiling politely despite the nervousness settling within him. "Come, let us walk." Selven's body moved then, turning and walking into the shadowy evening. Osiris stared after the older hellion for just a moment, curious, before his long legs carried his muscled figure after the King. There was no hesitation, no fear, only mild nervousness and curiosity. All these years, he'd never had much to do with the Kingdom. Perhaps that was all about to change... Fallen w/ Selven 576 | Osirisnotes 4 years 2 months, late summer, evening
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Post by Fallen on Dec 21, 2023 18:06:06 GMT -7
"Speech."
The drafts nonchalant words caused a half hearted chuckle to rumble from the kings gullet. A gentle nod of agreement all that was offered in response. It was the young Osiris' next words that caused the king to give a small 'matter-of-factly' look a a tiny shrug of strong shoulders. It must bring some satisfaction, though, seeing as you are King. "Less satisfaction than you would think, Osiris." Selven spoke easily. Osiris spoke again, his youthful voice growing on the older King. Hearing the draft agree to answer his questions bringing a small delight to his cloudy world if only for a moment. As the pair walked now, Selven's mind churned and pondered, his icy gaze settling ahead of them as he allowed Osiris to walk with his head at the kings shoulder. Selven's lips parted to speak then as they moved along, his thick vocals a fore-note to the eerie chimes of the bones that danced in his hair.
"My first question. How have you dwelled within the shadows of the royal lands for so long? Your name has never been murmured in the shadows of The Keep." The painted king asked with honest curiosity. His cold gaze shifted to peer at the draft from the corner of his eye, his expression neither one of annoyance or judgement. Selven was genuinely curious how the beast flew under the radar for so long. Was he bastard of previous royals and hid in fear of execution? Was that something equine of this land thought about? Perhaps they should...
Selven and Osiris came about a well worn path then, one the monarch had created in his own plight to locate his children. He eased his steps briefly, his crown shifting to look about before he let his gaze settle on the worn path ahead of them. "I find it humorous, Osiris... your statement earlier about... satisfaction." Selven started, his thickly accented vocals a deep rumble as his fore hoof rose then sat back upon the earth shifting about the dirt to reveal fragments of bone and fur. "I am a creature devoted to the throes of pleasure, of satisfaction.." His voice putting a slight emphasis on the last as he tilted his crown slightly toward Osiris, "Yet here I am. Mindlessly wearing paths in a home that is mine... but not." The painted bastard continued, "Unable to abandon my obsessive need to satisfy my beloved and my own selfish need to feel blood and bone in my teeth." Selven inhaled deeply then before letting out a charming chuckle. His large icy eyes settled on the young one then, a curious look sitting on his rugged features as a smile creeped along the corners of his lips. "What satisfies you Osiris? What makes you tread this path with me tonight? Do you wish to satisfy your king? Do you even know why you do?" Selven's words may have seemed to be a riddle, nothing you could give just one answer to. But he wished to see what this young one would say. The kings curiously playful nature seeming to rear its head again the longer he sat with this young draft, and it was quite the interesting turn.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2023 4:57:17 GMT -7
x OSIRIS Still in his youth, Osiris may be considered young, dumb, or foolish by those with more life experience. He didn't think that was true. He had learned a lot by simply observing the world around him. The changing of seasons and how it effecting those that lived here in the Keep, or those in the Free Lands. The way a rainy day could make someone feel melancholy. The sunshine could bring a sense of relief and safety and happiness, whereas the evening hours (like now) were typically for contemplation - or sneaky about. There was so much so observe and to learn from observing; he was sure he would never grow tired of it. At 18 hands, he could easily fight off the average opponent - he was taller, even, just slightly, than Selven himself - but Osiris saw no reason to pick fights with those that were smaller than himself, or weaker in some way. He believed everyone had a right to exist, even if he didn't agree with them. "Less satisfaction than you would think, Osiris." The youth said nothing, though he eyed the King curious, wondering what to make of the words as they walked through the darkened forest that made up The Howling Keep. His head was at the King's shoulder, politely controlling his stride so as not to pull ahead of the King. To let the Royal lead the way, wherever it was that they were going. Curiously, he looked around, one ear constantly turned toward the King, since he was sure Selven would be saying something eventually as they wandered through the shadows. For a short while, there was only their footsteps and the oddly unsettling sound of the bones in Selven's hair clacking together. And then, the Kind spoke again. "My first question. How have you dwelled within the shadows of the royal lands for so long? Your name has never been murmured in the shadows of The Keep." Osiris did not tense, showed no sign of his anxiety, but within him he felt a ball of unease rising in his belly. How honest should he be? What should he tell? "I never really tried to make myself known," was what he settled for, which was the truth. He'd never done anything spectacular. He'd always kept to himself, mainly mingling with just his siblings. Lush in particular, and her son, Illuminati. The tree of them had suffered through the Cambion disease together, before being healed by a Nephilim herd member. That seemed so very long ago now, but he could still remember what it felt like. That burning hot fever, the sores on his body, the rampant hallucinations of Hell... it had been awful. The pace of the King shifted and Osiris allowed his own stride to slow, taking in the terrain in silent observation. "I find it humorous, Osiris... your statement earlier about... satisfaction." Did Selven mean to sound so cryptic and eerie, or was that just who he was? A subtle movement of hoof against earth and suddenly bone and fur were exposed beneath Selven's hooves. Osiris quirked a brow at the sight but did not seem frazzled by it. He had encountered equines with the taste for flesh before, he knew Xerxes had suffered from an ailment of sorts, that his mother apparently tried to help with. He wasn't sure, didn't know all the details, only the bare minimum of what he'd been able to piece together by overhearing conversations and doing his own research. "I am a creature devoted to the throes of pleasure, of satisfaction.." The way the last word was stated, Selven's head tilted toward him, made Osiris curious. He wondered what the King meant by it. "Yet here I am. Mindlessly wearing paths in a home that is mine... but not."Did Selven not feel at home in the Keep? Was there trouble between him and Thomasin? So many questions tumbled through his head but alas, was it his right to ask? "Unable to abandon my obsessive need to satisfy my beloved and my own selfish need to feel blood and bone in my teeth." The King inhaled, deep and rugged, and then chuckled but Osiris was quiet and contemplative, mulling over all that had been said, a thoughtful expression on his face. "What satisfies you Osiris? What makes you tread this path with me tonight? Do you wish to satisfy your king? Do you even know why you do?" An interesting questions. An intricate one. "I would say knowledge satisfies me. Learning something new always makes me feel a deep pride in myself," he started, turning his blue and brown gaze onto the painted hellion beside him. "Knowledge is power, after all. Brute strength can only get you so far." He shrugged, casual, and continued. "I walk with you now because you asked me to, and I had no reason to say no. I had nothing else planned for my evening, other than watching the stars."Fallen w/ Selven 828 | OsirisI think they could be interesting friends for sure! 4 years 2 months, late summer, evening
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 15, 2024 12:52:55 GMT -7
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