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Post by aliyaah on Oct 2, 2023 19:37:19 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Tirion ( Indi) and Kero Scene ( 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 February 2nd, 2024.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 5, 2023 8:16:34 GMT -7
x KERO SCENE Iosis Lake, a part of the Free Lands, meant to be a safe place - but was anywhere truly safe when the world was in the midst of a supernatural war? He walked confidently across the expanse of the terrain, his steps carefully calculated. His eyes scanned the area, ready to sink his teeth into someone - anyone - that might be around. So long as they weren't aligned with his greatest allies, of course. The Lord and Lady of the Underworld. All of his life, Kero Scene had been fascinated - or rather, obsessed - with Hell. The Abyss was what he truly craved. To become a demonic entity, creeping through the nightmares of the mere mortals. Oh, what a lovely future! He couldn't wait - but he would, because his time here on earth was not over just yet. He and the Ghosts served a chaotic purpose here in Wild Equines. And it was to make sure that there was hell on earth. There was such beauty to chaos. It made his twisted soul happy to see others hurting, to see them frightened. He yearned to have the world bow to him, known only as Lord Ghost to those outside of the Ghosts. Hell, not even Charm knew his real name. But the Shire didn't seem bothered by that, allowing Lord Ghost and his followers to call The Whore House their base camp. For now, the brothel served its purpose. Even if someone had managed to sneak in and nab Sephenia right out from under their noses... Indi w/ Tirion 253 | ProfileSorry it's short! Will get better, I promise! 8 years 4 months, autumn, morning, second Act 2 thread (after Vyreth)
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Post by Indi on Jan 30, 2024 20:33:38 GMT -7
You would think achieving the ultimate goal that had consumed most of your life would be a gratifying feeling. That there would be a sense of jubilation. Or... something to that effect.
Tirion had no idea what he felt.
Of course he was relieved that his great-grandfather, Aranu, as well as former Queen Lexi, were at last home safe where they belonged. The manner in which they had returned had been... unexpected, to say the least. There still did not seem to be any real explanation as to how the Darks had gotten their hooves on the former royal duo. In Lexi's case, it apparently was a simple matter of her picking up on Grandfather Aranu's scent and following it... right into a truly horrific location. Tirion had heard rumours in the Free Lands of that foul place and to think any of his family had ever been confined in such a locale was... disturbing, to say the least. Maybe it was no wonder that Grandfather Aranu was in such a tremendously awful state. How Grandfather Aranu had come to be in that place, though... aside from the Darks who did not seem to be interested in sharing the tale, the only one who could have given answers hardly seemed to know where or who he was at this point, let alone filling in all the details of how he had come to be a prisoner of the Darks.
Giving himself a brisk shake, Tirion scanned the area. Iosis Lake was quiet. Of late, everywhere seemed quiet when he ventured out to the Free Lands. Given the tense state of things, the varnished Nephilim supposed that it was hardly surprising. While there were always inherent risks in venturing away from home at the best of times and you never knew who you might encounter... that was even more true now, during this time of war.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tirion spotted movement, and his dark blue gaze focused, taking note of a grullo overo striding through the landscape of Iosis Lake. Character;; Tirion Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Lord Ghost {Kero Scene} Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 7 yrs; autumn, morning
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 26, 2024 4:07:13 GMT -7
x KERO SCENE He had the urge to find someone, to hurt someone. These urges were common for him. At home, he could take it out on the slaves within the brothel to a degree, but he could not kill them. It had been several long months, years even, since his last kill. Even longer since the last sacrifice to the Devil. He wanted nothing more than to get more souls for the Underworld in particular. He wanted to curse Utopia. Those weaklings! They were nothing to him, nothing but wastes of space. He could not wait to become a demon and be able to rip apart Utopians on the daily. Or so he hoped, anyway. Until they, he had to rely on just hunting down the allies of the angels and giving them a piece of his mind. He would not have noticed the other equine, had he not glanced just a little more to his right by chance. Once his sights were set on the younger mortal stallion, Kero Scene began to walk toward him. His face was set in a look of neutrality, but there was no hiding the inverted pentagrams carved into his shoulders. Not that everyone knew what they meant, of course, but for those that did, it was a dead giveaway that he was a supporter of the Underworld. Regardless, he approached this stranger with no hesitation and no fear. "Hello," he greeted, in a tone that was neither frightening or seemingly significant. Indi w/ Tirion 246 | Profilenotes 8 years 4 months, autumn, morning, second Act 2 thread (after Vyreth)
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Post by Indi on Mar 16, 2024 3:10:32 GMT -7
Tirion could not help wondering if life was ever going to resemble the kind of normality that some equines spoke of when he chatted with from time to time. Not to say that his family were the only ones to endure chaotic turmoil. He knew plenty of others suffered too, just as much or even worse. However, given the lifelong impact certain events had on himself and his loved ones, it was difficult not to get caught up in it all. And then to further complicate things, the Afterlife factions had gone to war. Tirion could acknowledge that he was ignorant of many of the finer details as to certain aspects of the whole thing, but enough to not regret offering his allegiance to Utopia. Given the nature of what he was, he supposed most would just automatically assume that was the side he would choose. Funny how often your lineage was assumed to define who you could be in life. His mother was herself an example of that kind of jumping to conclusions, though at least in her case, it had been back when so very little was known about such things, she had been young, and had simply been desperate to keep safe what family she had after her mother had died and her father had vanished.
Though dark blue gaze had taken note of the painted grullo, Tirion had not put too much further thought. At least, not until realizing that the stranger had also taken notice of his presence and had altered his path towards the varnished nephilim. As the distance between them lessened, Tirion noted that the expression the stranger wore was neutral, giving away nothing. Might mean nothing... or something... no way of knowing ahead of time what significance that might have. Nor did he recognize the symbols upon the stranger's shoulders that became visible in the morning light as the two stallions neared one another. Were they... physically carved into the flesh? Tirion had never seen anything quite like that before. It was certainly a contrast to his own distinctive marking emblazoned upon his chest. He wondered if the unknown fellow was equally ignorant of what it meant.
"Hello," the grullo overo greeted simply, voice just as neutral in tone as the expression he wore. A bit... odd.
Still, Tirion inclined his head politely in response, answering with equal simplicity, 'Hello.' Character;; Tirion Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Lord Ghost {Kero Scene} Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 7 yrs; autumn, morning
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