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Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Leviathan (fleabittengray ) and Vashti (➳ T e c h n o ➳ ).

Prompt:

Leviathan remains in the clutches of the Underworld, thanks to Mictecacihuatl. Vashti, a charismatic individual who lusts for power, sees an opportunity to try to take advantage of the prisoner, and perhaps gain further intel on Utopia. Will Leviathan give in?

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, 2024.

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LEVIATHAN

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Life in the Underworld was, more or less, uneventful. Demons came and went from his cell but, mostly, they left him alone. Leviathan had never felt more isolated. Physically he had healed almost completely from his injuries suffered from his initial attack and capture. There was some residual soreness and stiffness in his wing but that could also be just from not being able to spread the damn things very well at the moment. The cell was... cramped. Not overly small, but for a brute of his size, it was still quite uncomfortable. He spent his immortal life pacing the cell to keep himself moving, physically, and thinking. Always thinking. He wondered how Hayyel was doing. He bet she was worried sick! She'd always been so innocent and kind. He desperately hoped this war would not ruin her genuine, kindhearted nature. And then there was the predicament with Nessa, and having Teca know about her. That plagued him every day, knowing that he had no way of warning Nessa and her family of what he had down. Not intentionally. He had not wanted the Underworld to know of their friendship. But in his moment of panic, he'd made a poor decision, and now - well, he could very well pay for it.

All he had to go on was Teca's word that she would not allow harm to befall his best friend. However, not only was Teca a demon, but the Lady of the Underworld. How could he trust her? How could he not have his doubts? Frowning deeply, the ink black youth let out a frustrated sigh and hung his head. This cursed cell! He would not allow these walls to be the last thing he ever saw. He would make it back to Utopia, where he belonged. He would not allow himself to fade away. The war would end, eventually, and he would return to Utopia, to his family. And he would see Nessa again and beg her forgiveness for ever putting her in any potential danger.


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3 years 4 months, autumn, first Act 2 thread, he is more or less completely healed from his original capture

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Vashti was restless and looking for some form of entertainment that might also pivot her into a more important role in the eyes of the Lord and Lady. The painted demon found her way down to the cells of the Underworld where she knew there were at least a few Utopians trapped down here. She closed her eyes as a draft of heat blew against her face in her descent. As she passed by a few empty cells she smelled something foul and heard a sigh escape from one of the cells up ahead. Her golden eyes flicked in a predatory fashion toward the sound and she strolled as though she were on a catwalk through the thin corridor. It must feel claustrophobic down here to the poor souls that found themselves trapped within the cells. Vashti stopped outside the small, confined space and spotted a winged beast who appeared cramped. Their head hung low, as if they were contemplating things.

For once, she didn't have to put on a persona here. She was a demon, and she could fully embrace that. Her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust. This soul must belong to Utopia, because the stench was almost unbearable. Her golden eyes studied him a few moments longer before she decided to call his attention to her. "What's got your head hanging so low?" The demon asked him. She didn't care why he felt so low. If he was a Utopian, perhaps she could pry some information out of him or convince him to switch sides. It all depended on how this interaction went on whether or not she would put effort into convincing him.



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LEVIATHAN

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He heard the approaching of hooves against the rock and stone floor of the cell chambers. Still, the Daeva did not move, did not life his eyes, his eyes closed as he let his ears focus on the sound of an approaching equine. A demon, he was sure of it, because who else would it even be? He waited until the sound of hooves shuffling along had stopped, approximately right outside his cell door. Only then did Levi open his eyes, head turning in the direction of the oddly marked demon and blinking at them slowly. She was not an equine that he recognized, not a demon he had ever seen before, but he supposed he was going to be meeting plenty of them now, being trapped here like he was. She stared at him for some time, golden eyes studying his winged frame in silence, before she finally asked a question of him. "What's got your head hanging so low?"

To that, Leviathan chuckled and slowly raised his head, his sharpened horns looking quite intimidating in the dull, dim lighting of the cell. His reddened eyes had a witty little glint to them. "My thoughts got too heavy to keep my head up," he half-joked, his tail casually flicking against a hind leg before settling between them again. "I assume you've come to me for a reason? Gonna ask me to turn my back on Utopia? Try to get information out of me?" His tone was teasing, a little half-smile on his face. "You can certainly try, but I assure you, you will not succeed."


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3 years 4 months, autumn, first Act 2 thread, he is more or less completely healed from his original capture

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➳ T e c h n o ➳ Bump!

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➳ T e c h n o ➳ Dropping this thread.