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Post by splashs on Feb 26, 2024 16:53:52 GMT -7
*|*The days were getting shorter and the nights longer, a chill lingering in the air for more minutes than it used to. Winter was setting in and it was only a matter of days before the chilled air would sink down to the bones of those not prepared. Mother Nature would take her light autumn and turn it into a blistering cold, snowy wasteland for all to see. But what else would anyone expect after autumn? No place can go without a form of winter. It brings added moisture to places that desperately need it for spring. Only, I’ve experienced far more winters than I would care to admit.
I pushed my hooves through the knee deep snow, putting quite a bit of force into pushing it as I picked my way across more unfamiliar territory. I’d been wandering for two years, never finding a permanent home. Only warm bodies and a sprinkling of magic. That’s right, magic. I used to be able to control the snow. I used to be able to feel the cold of it running through my veins, fueling my body to become one with it. I used to be able to manipulate it however I pleased.
But now I feel nothing but the cold on the outside of my skin. There was no longer that chilled feeling where blood would reside, no longer the feeling of knowing I can manipulate it at my will. I couldn’t feel the snow anymore. There was nothing. A hole left inside that could never be filled again.
‘Move your feet, child, for you can never have this again. Run until you no longer feel my blood flow through you. You’re known to run. Never come back.’ It was a voice that continuously echoed through my mind. The sounds of the winter deity, her words just as cold as her touch, haunting me in my dreams - day or night. I rarely got a break from them. Especially in winter when the snow was knee deep and the moisture soaked me to the bone, chilling me further with each step.
Except, that was never true. A fever hallucination that had swept me away for nearly a year - in reality it had only been a couple of days. Alaska typically brought me back to reality, reminding me that I never had magic and that I had made it up when I had gotten really sick. After quite some time of these reminders, I now believed him and simply nodded in remembrance.
As I come back to reality, I get a good inhale of our new surroundings. This place, unfamiliar and a winter wasteland, seemed almost familiar. Like a distant dream that seemed like a thousand years had passed. I knew I’d never been here before, nothing looked or smelled familiar, but there was the gut feeling that told me something was familiar.
I look to the cloudy sky and smile at the familiar white hummingbird fluttering a couple of feet above my head. “Well at least one of us is enjoying today,” I muse to the little bird who let out quiet chirps that I had to listen real hard for. I laughed lightly and then looked ahead of me again. “So I guess this is home, now, Alaska. Best find somewhere to hunker down before it gets dark.”
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Mar 4, 2024 10:52:21 GMT -7
Nemesis TW: mention of murder and violence.Nemesis had been alerted to a sudden intruder that had wandered in her borders. The hunter had been immediatley infuriated that her guards had failed to prevent this intruder from breaching the threshold. Her retaliation would be swift and violent. The dark bay raced through the familiar ravine of her lands that had a blanket of snow. She was flanked by two wolves, and another led the pack. As of late she rarely went anywhere without them due to the sudden murder of her mother. The Light Kingdom was responsible, and she'd somehow been promised the assistance of their current king. Things had been quiet on that front for a time. The general was growing increasingly impatient with each passing day. Each time the moon rose and fell, the hunger for revenge only swelled within her belly. The wolf at the head alerted her with a series of snarls as they detected the unfamiliar scent. Nemesis picked up her pace and surpassed the wolves who ran into the thicks of the forest to hide themselves until she signaled for them. Their scent was indeed a foreign one, and their voice drifted out into the world around them. They addressed someone known as "Alaska," and claimed that it would be wisest to hunker down and find shelter here. She let out a ominous cackle as she approached the location where the foreign voice originated from. Nemesis stood only slightly taller than the palomino paint. "Home?" She snarled incrediously to the mare. "More like a grave. What are you doing here?" She demanded, her tones were hostile. The dark bay stalked within mere inches of the mare. It didn't take her long to begin to circle the mare as though she were a fresh hunk of meat. She was technically just that. The general had only a sliver of patience before she would strike ."You must have missed the memo. Anyone who crosses into my borders will either be killed or become my prisoner. What makes you think you'll be different?" Her enamels snapped toward the mare. Nemesis would give her just long enough to provide an answer. Her violet eyes surveyed the scene before her and she let out what sounded like a bark. The three wolves who had led her here closed the gaps around them until they were surrounded by three circling wolves that served the Helkaer. The intent was to punctuate the very real threat that she placed herself in. Her reputation was not one of mercy or patience. Nemesis was known for her violence and swift retribution for sleights. Second only to Sly's intolerance of such disrespect. splashs Nemesis is going to be extremely hostile because her mother was murdered fairly recently so she's put her home on high alert. Let me know how you'd like to go about this <3
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Post by splashs on Apr 6, 2024 16:31:37 GMT -7
Within seconds of the words leaving my mouth, a behemoth of a mare came barreling towards Alaska and myself through the snow. Pure anger clung to the bay mare's face like a mask covering an ordinary face. My ears pin immediately and I raise my head, standing tall against the threat that spat venomous words at me like she was the Queen of the world. I flashed her my teeth in my anger and let out a low growl. I wasn't afraid of her because her attitude only made me more confident in where I now planted my hooves. I hear a small squeak from Alaska as he settles himself on my back, beady black eyes surveying our surroundings so I can focus on the bay mare and what she is saying. I ignore her first question, asking why I was here, and I focus on the recent question: What makes you think you'll be any different? I scoff and make sure to keep my icy blue eyes on her the whole time she circled me. I flick my tail angrily and arch my hind hoof, preparing to kick if a fight were to break out. And then teeth snapped at me. I squeal angrily and kick out at the air as a warning with my front hoof. "You bitch, calm down long enough for me to answer your stupid questions." I snarl the words out, watching each step that was made in the snow. I take note of the three wolves circling as well and simply smirk. "You can take me as your prisoner, sure, but don't think I'll go quietly to my death. You nor your wolves scare me, I've faced far worse than this pitiful display of anger you're putting on. You're not even thinking. You're not asking the right questions." My words were taunting, my eyes narrowing near the end and I let my lips curl into a vicious smirk. With more displays from her and the wolves, I feel my muscles relax and my breathing steady. There was no hint of fear anywhere on or in me. I still stood my ground, feeling Alaska push his tiny body off of me and into the air, high enough that he wouldn't be in any sort of crossfire. He squeaked again, my one ear flicking to catch the sound before pinning it back in place. I'd seen too much shit in my life to be fearful of a pathetic display of anger. Hell, I'd survived the worst, nearly life-threatening, fever that changed the chemistry in my brain. However, of all the times to truly know that I was powerless, now was a horrible time. I wanted my 'magic' back from my fever dream so I had that added line of protection in case things turned into a fight between the nameless woman and myself. "Elyssia Talks." Words. 477 Tags. fleabittengray OOC. Sorry this is garbage... Been really out of it for awhile.
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