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Post by aliyaah on Sept 25, 2023 16:50:46 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Draum ( ➳ T e c h n o ➳ ) and Charm ( fleabittengray ). 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 January 25th, 2023.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 8, 2023 13:12:13 GMT -7
x CHARM What was going to happen as this war progressed? There was no clear winner, no obvious end, in sight. Utopia and Hell were at each others throats, but what of the mortals that supported them? What were they doing to promote the winning side of their choice? Charm was doing everything he could to engage in the absolute chaos and bloodshed of war. Even if it meant getting his ass in trouble - which, so far, he'd been pretty safe, all things considered. He did not know for how long he would be safe, until he had to call for help from the Underworld. It was only a matter of time before the Light and Neutral Kingdoms both realized just what a menace he truly was. He seemed to have a skill for collecting Royals. Former Royals, anyway. First Aranu, then Lexi, and now Orel. A new Queen would rise to the throne while Orel rotted away in Charm's cells until he figured out just what he wanted to do with her. He had options. With a stream of sunlight coming down upon him that afternoon, Charm wandered out to the lake. He walked with long, confident strides toward the water's edge. It was not yet frozen, but winter would come and the lake would become solid, with time. Winter's cold embrace would surrounded The Whore House and bring the brothel to its hardest season. But each year they came out stronger, better. He was not worried. Why should he be? What did he have to fear from those that lived in Wild Equines? He was aligned with the Underworld. His soul would go there upon his demise. Death was not something he had to be afraid of. ➳ T e c h n o ➳ w/ Draum 287 | ProfileTrying to post despite the sads! Sorry it's not much! Will get better <3 11 years 3 months, autumn, noon, Act 2 thread 3 (after Nasuada), before Boudicca's Coronation
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jan 20, 2024 10:45:05 GMT -7
» Draum found himself in the Dark Kingdom once again. He hadn't been successful in finding anything he'd wanted. All his efforts had felt futile so far, and he wondered if he should continue to try and gather information. Draum still had yet to tell Avinash anything. He didn't want to disappoint his brother. Especially now that his brother was one of the most important equines in the Neutral Kingdom. The chestnut and ivory flecked stag arrived on the borders of a land that he was told was called The Whore House. Rumors had told him that it served as a sort of brothel for the Dark Kingdom. It sounded like the place for depraved individuals to hang out.
» Perhaps they could give him the information he so desparately sought. The last war had left the Neutral Kingdom burned to a crisp. Kalila had told him about it. Draum wanted nothing more than to protect his kingdom and family from that potential outcome. So far he did not know where the dark kingdom stood in the war. That was something he desparately wanted to know. The chestnut stag crossed the threshold into The Whore House and decided to pretend as if he were there for what the herd allegedly offered. Its brothel.
Draum let out a call to announce his presence to whoever may be nearby. "Anyone here? I'm looking to partake in some services!" He called out with a wicked grin on his face. Draum had seen them enough times to know how to mimic it by now.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 25, 2024 7:12:50 GMT -7
x CHARM He stood by the lake, occasionally leaning down to sip from the chilled waters, but mostly he was just enjoying the afternoon sun. It was warm upon his back, comfortable despite the chill in the air. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the light breeze and the sun warming him. But his relaxed state did not last for long. It rarely ever did, honestly. The moment an unfamiliar call rang out across his lands, the large Shire's eyes snapped open and he was turning, moving toward the source of the call and propelling himself into a three-beat lope in their general direction. "ANYONE HERE? I'M LOOKING TO PARTAKE IN SOME SERVICES!" It was a masculine voice that spoke, declaring they wanted to partake in the services that The Whore House was known to offer. Forever a businessman, Charm whinnied back to let the potential customer know that someone was on their way, as well as to announce to the guards that he was going to handle it. He entered the forest that surrounded his home, taking the nearest path, and it lead him to the source of the summons. This stallion was shorter and leaner than Charm, who stood at 18 hands and was all muscle. He was chestnut and white with green eyes, and his scent... there was something familiar about it. It took him a moment to place it, smiling as he approached the stranger at a walk, but once he was close enough to get a better whiff of the scent that was when he placed it. The scent was similar to the woodsy scent that had clung to Orel upon her arrival to The Whore House. Was this also a member of Meraki Woods, coming to investigate, or was it truly what they claimed - someone wishing to partake in the brothel? How curious. Still smiling, Charm dipped his head and then made a point of looking around them. He noticed that this young brute had come alone, which was unusual, because new clients were expected to bring payment - which was typically someone that could be added to the ranks of Charm's home, one way or another. "Hello. I see you've come alone," he stated, coming to a halt in such a way that would block the brute from entering any further into his home. "What is your name, stranger?" he asked, and his smile, though it remained in place, was truly a wicked look. His dark eyes stayed trained on the younger stallion, glistening with cruelty. "And what are you prepared to give as payment, in return for use of my goods?" Right to the point. Charm did not give his name - not verbally, at least, but if this stranger truly knew anything about the brothel, he would be able to put the pieces together as to who Charm was. ➳ T e c h n o ➳ w/ Draum 476 | ProfileDun dun dun... 11 years 3 months, autumn, noon, Act 2 thread 3 (after Nasuada), before Boudicca's Coronation
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