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Post by aliyaah on Oct 2, 2023 20:01:32 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Valinor ( Indi ) 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 February 2nd, 2024.
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 7, 2023 2:50:21 GMT -7
x CHARM Hunroor's Coronation had gone perfectly, in the eyes of the Dark behemoth, anyway. The Dark alliance had set a line, a boundary, and given the Lights a good scare, he was sure of it. While he missed have Aranu and Lexi locked up in his cells, the original plan had never been to hold them forever. The plan had been to give them to the King and Queen of his alliance and allow them to do with them as they wished. Or, at least, that's what the plan had always been with Aranu, and then Lexi had just been added into the plan. He would never in his life forget the look on the faces of those there, when Thomasin tossed that bag full of the imposters' heads at them. The blood and the gore would have been enough to turn stomachs had the heads not been nearly identical to those that Charm and his Royals had come to return. Hatred, pure hatred, radiated off of Nixi and all those there. He prowled through the Free Lands now, still riding off the adrenaline from the Coronation despite it being some time ago now. Sometimes, when he thought about it, he still got this rush and had to go do something so he didn't simply just go mad. The sun had not yet risen when he found himself heading to Kular Valley, a land mostly known for being the free gathering place of the Neutral and Unaligned equines. However, Charm did not care and had been to the Valley numerous times. Today would be no different as he prowled through the darkness to his heart's content. Indi w/ Valinor 275 | ProfileNotes 11 years 2 months, autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's Coronation
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Post by Indi on Oct 26, 2023 18:49:36 GMT -7
Despite being a member of the Royal family by way of being a granddaughter of the current Queen's father, Valinor had not been in attendance when Charm and the Dark Royals had arrived within Rain Forest Beach. She had not been present when their gory "trophies" had been tossed at the hooves of Light Queen and newly-crowned Light King. Or when such trophies had been revealed to be strangers and that the equines they represented were, in fact, still alive.
However, she had heard about it.
Her son, Tirion had been there and though he had been hesitant, in the end, he had revealed to her all he had witnessed that day. Furthermore, Valinor had seen her grandfather and his last queen for herself. Having heard and seen, to say that she had been ready to savagely bring the most vicious kind of justice down on the heads of all those who had done harm, especially to her grandfather would be putting it very mildly. Apparently, it had all been for the sake of the Dark Royals making a point or setting some kind of line in the sand or... well, Valinor did not care what... her emotions ever since were a wild tumult that hardly made sense from one minute to the next. Especially with seeing not just the physical state her beloved grandfather was in, but the mental state he was in. She honestly did not think he recognized any of them.
What had happened to him? What must he have endured to be left in such a state?
Clenching her jaw tight at the thoughts that assaulted her mind and had her up before the sun, Valinor plunged into a gallop with no real forethought about where she was going. The silver dappled overo could not have said how long she had been running or how far. Time and space meant nothing. It was only as an obstacle in the form of a large Shire barely visible in the darkness in her path that she forced herself to slow, sliding to a graceful halt far enough not to shower the stranger with dirt. Also far enough to react in whatever way necessary depending on how this encounter progressed. Considering the war and her Utopian allegiance, there was no telling what an encounter might bring these days.
Admittedly, she was a little extra wary due to the fact that this big fellow could very well match the description Tirion had given her of the Shire that had accompanied the Dark Royals. It was hard to tell in the predawn darkness, but while she was not going to automatically jump to conclusions, neither was she going to take any chances.
'Good morning,' she greeted, tones neutral but polite enough. Character;; Valinor Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Carnallust the Charmer Notes;; Oh boy, the instant she knows who he is.... xD Timeline;; 9 years; autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's coronation.
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 31, 2023 8:09:27 GMT -7
x CHARM The terrain was dimly lit, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. Kular Valley was, more or less, empty aside from the occasional traveler that stayed well away from him. Was it his size? Did they know who he was? Or were they merely just being overly cautious, considering Wild Equines was in a state of war? His large hooves came to a stop, standing squarely in the tall grasses of the Valley. A chilly breeze danced around him and he inhaled, slow and steady, black eyes closing as he took in the scents all around him. The autumn air was fresh and crisp, though with the leaves beginning to rot, there was a lingering stench of rot and decay. It did not bother him. In fact, it was a scent he was familiar with. It was almost nostalgic, in a way, reminding him of the chaos of his childhood, as well as the land he lived in today. A faint smile came across his lips and he let out a soft exhale. And that was when he noticed the galloping hooves, coming closer and closer to where he stood. His eyes opened, a brow quirked, wondering if someone was going to make the idiotic attempt to run him down. However, at the last minute, the shorter, leaner equine came to a sliding stop. Charm chuckled, amused by the sight of the dimly lit mare coming to a chaotic standstill. There was a blip of silence between them, where the two just looked at one another. There was a faint look of recognition on the young mare's face, like she knew who he was, who at least, thought she did. However, all that escaped her maw when she finally spoke was a simple greeting. 'Good morning,' There was a neutrality to her tone that had Charm suspicious. He grinned, nonetheless, and gave a tip of his head. "Good morning, sweetheart," he responded, his grin wicked and unkind, but no malice in his words - for the moment, anyway. Indi w/ Valinor 339 | ProfileThis will go well... xD 11 years 2 months, autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's Coronation, first Act 2 thread
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Post by Indi on Dec 28, 2023 6:51:36 GMT -7
Truth be told, Valinor could not say that she was feeling particularly sociable. Despite the fact that she was out in the Free Lands, she had not ventured out of Rain Forest Beach in search of social interactions. It had been a very long time since that had been a reason for her to be leaving home, to be honest. Strange to think that the search that had consumed her life for so long had at last come to an end. Albeit not in the way that she would have anticipated it ending. She doubted anyone had anticipated the events that had taken place at Hunroor's coronation. Certainly she had not, given she had been out searching at the time, just as she had every single day since her grandfather had gone missing.
Now he was home and the silver dappled huntress did not know what to do with herself. The search had consumed her life for such a long time. She was glad it was over, glad Grandfather was home at last. She just... knew it was going to be a bit of an adjustment. Not a bad thing, surely, just... strange, after the shape life had taken for so many years.
Of course, there were still others missing that she could keep an eye out for. Not to mention whoever it was that had murdered Great-grandmother...
And what of this Shire who grinned down at her, despite the lack of warmth in her greeting? There was something wicked in the expression on his features, though nothing suggesting malice just yet in his answered, "Good morning, sweetheart."
Not that she particularly appreciated being called "sweetheart" by a stranger. Harks tilted backward a little, irritation in the gesture, even as she answered coolly, 'Valinor is my name.' Character;; Valinor Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Carnallust the Charmer Notes;; Aww, look at how much she already likes him! xD Timeline;; 9 years; autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's coronation.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 16, 2024 14:14:50 GMT -7
x CHARM There was no recognition of his own upon his facial features. Charm was sure he had never met this mare before. Yet she seemed to at least vaguely recognize him. Charm wondered why. What made him familiar? Had she been told tales about him and his chaos that he brought to Wild Equines, for several years? Since Carnevale Letale was a thing! Back when the Darks were still full of darkness. These days, they seemed entirely too wimpy. That was why he (secretly, of course) admired Hound - he was angry at him for harming his friend's children, of course, and those that he considered allies... but he'd been on to something, for sure. He wondered what had ever happened for the brute, and if he would ever get the chance to meet such a bastard. Until that time came, Charm would have to make due with calling little overo maidens sweetheart. The title seemed to annoy her and he grinned, handsome as ever. 'Valinor is my name.' Hm. Something about the name triggered a faint memory. He was sure he had heard that name before, but where? It wasn't someone he had personally spoken to before, he would have remembered her for sure then, but... why did he think her name, at least, sounded familiar? Ever more curious now, the Shire dipped his head "apologetically" and gazed up at the mare through a curtain of hair as his forelock fell across his eyes. "My apologies, then. Valinor. I meant no harm in the nickname." He lifted his head then, that sarcastic grin still spread across his muzzle. He had no doubt she would notice his lack of introduction. He wasn't yet ready to give up his own name. Indi w/ Valinor 288 | ProfileI'm playing it as he heard Aranu mention her, or at least her name, but does not remember where he's heard it. <3 11 years 2 months, autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's Coronation, first Act 2 thread
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Post by Indi on Mar 16, 2024 14:17:40 GMT -7
The grin that seemed to be the reaction to her irritation did not, of course, make Valinor feel any friendlier to the Shire. Whoever he was, whether or not he might well potentially be the brute Tirion had seen at Hunroor’s coronation… Valinor could say that thus far, she had a distinct dislike of the fellow. She would have liked to have offered a nod following her rapid halt and then continued on with her day, having done her civic duty in not colliding with equines out enjoying the early morning. Well. Suffice it to say, it did not seem she was going to be so lucky. Instead, it seemed that she was in for a bit of socializing no matter how particularly unsociable she was feeling. It was tempting to carry on regardless of how rude that was likely to come across. However, though one was gone and the other no longer seemed to know who he was… both her great-grandmother and her grandfather had taught her better manners than that. And she just could not ignore that, no matter how much she might want to.
So… it would seem she was a bit stuck.
The Shire was lowering his head now, the gesture suggesting apology, but when she met the black eyes gazing at her through the curtain of his inky forelock, she saw nothing of true apology contained therein.
Nor when he said, ”My apologies, then, Valinor. I meant no harm in the nickname,” did she detect anything remotely resembling actual apology. Who was this brute and why did he seem to be deliberately trying to irritate?
’Sweetheart is hardly a “nickname” to be throwing at someone you’ve only just met,’ she noted coolly. He was right… she had not missed the fact that he had not returned an introduction of his own when she had already offered her name.
Why might that be?
Suspicious, she held off on directly pointing that out, instead opting for inane small talk, if only to see what would happen. ’Out enjoying the early morning quiet?’ Character;; Valinor Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Carnallust the Charmer Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 9 years; autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's coronation.
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Post by fleabittengray on May 3, 2024 14:39:45 GMT -7
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[attr="class", post] Say my name All I wanna do is hear you scream in pain The little mare was angry with him, that much he knew. And he could not stop the nagging feeling in the back of his head that he knew of her, even if he did not know her directly, but it must have just been a passing comment from someone, somewhere. Where was she from, he wondered, and had he been there recently at all? He suspected somewhere in the Light or Neutral Kingdoms, if she belonged to a Kingdom at all. Surely someone in his own Kingdom would know who he was (the arrogant bastard figured everyone ought to know who he was by now)! His dark eyes were fixated on her, trying to piece together this fun little puzzle. It was not often that Charm ran into someone he did not remember. His memory was normally picture perfect, yet this little dove escaped him. How peculiar. He must figure this out, before he allowed her to leave him. Valinor dared to meet his gaze and she looked quite unamused by his antics already. The Shire's grin just twisted his lips upward all the more, a chilled autumn breeze dancing between the two of them. It was cooler, here in the valley, especially since the sun was still working its way up to rising. ’Sweetheart is hardly a “nickname” to be throwing at someone you’ve only just met,’ Light laughter left the stallion, his head cocking slowly to the side as he stared down at the maiden. "Not a fan of nicknames from strangers, are we, Valinor?" he teased, using her name again to commit it to memory. He would never again forget her name, nor her face. ’Out enjoying the early morning quiet?’ Such a tricky little gal, resorting back to small talk, but Charm had a feeling that wasn't what she truly wanted to ask him. If she was smart, she would be noticing he hadn't stated his own name. If she was smart enough to notice that, however, perhaps she was smart enough to know better than to ask and draw attention to it. "It is a nice morning. Quiet. Almost too quiet." He chuckled, tempted to advance forward a step, to see if she would hold her ground or step backward to keep distance between them. Instead, he just made a point of looking around them, at the dim light and deep shadows. "What's a woman doing out and about, alone, during times of war?" He knew, of course, that women were more than capable of handling themselves, with proper training, just like a anyone else... but he couldn't help but want to get under her skin just a little more this morning. Charm | 447 | Indi w/ Valinor notes | sorry for the wait! <3 timeline | 11 years 2 months, autumn, before sunrise, after Hunroor's Coronation, first Act 2 thread "Speech"[newclass=.main]width:80%;display:flex;background-color:#352525;height:650px;[/newclass] [newclass=.image]flex: 1;width:80%;height:650px;background-image:url(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cc853a4e-3ccf-420a-9fb6-625bda4de329/deapfoq-8b0f65c6-a065-4f5d-8783-bf0e290b185c.png/v1/fit/w_800,h_1250,q_70,strp/draft_horse_by_vinsaber_deapfoq-414w-2x.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI1MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NjODUzYTRlLTNjY2YtNDIwYS05ZmI2LTYyNWJkYTRkZTMyOVwvZGVhcGZvcS04YjBmNjVjNi1hMDY1LTRmNWQtODc4My1iZjBlMjkwYjE4NWMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTgwMCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.Q0mc3xHeCz6gvcvHf3NHLSRtGVRs8ig_xWUzS7E3wjg);background-size:100%;background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.post]flex: 1;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#af644f;font-family:garmond;width:70%;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.name]text-transform:uppercase;color:#fff;letter-spacing:8px;font-size:25px;font-family:tahoma;text-shadow: #feb068 2px 2px 5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar]display:hidden;width:0px;[/newclass]
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