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Post by aliyaah on Apr 10, 2024 12:51:26 GMT -7
The Amaranthine Wars - Act 3 Group Thread
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 10, 2024 12:58:02 GMT -7
Prompt 1
Your character finds themselves in one of the Lands of the Free. They come across a pair of feuding immortals - an angel and a demon (NPC), to be exact. The beings of the Afterlife are unleashing total havoc upon one another, including utilizing any supernatural powers they might possess. As a result, the world around them is shifting, being affected by their powers. The weather appears to be rapidly changing between extremities, causing trouble for those not capable of handling such earthly forces. And then... The angel and demon slam into one another, their powers collide, and the world beneath them cracks. What starts as a small split in the rock at their hooves expands quickly, forming a large crevasse, a deadly drop towards the earth's core. Do they spy lava deep within the surface? Is it just complete darkness? Write your character experiencing this event. If you need to make multiple posts, consider them seeing the battle, reacting to the earth cracking, and perhaps having them return to the land another time to see if the damage still remains. You have until April 20th, 2024 at 14:00:00 GMT-6 to complete your post.
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 11, 2024 8:15:56 GMT -7
The bay tobiano monarch found himself traveling away from the Neutral Kingdom and towards the Lands of the Free once more. Tensions were high these days - not that they hadn't been for months - and it seemed as though a large majority of the conflict was taking place in the dominions where the free roamed, and all sorts of equines came to mingle. That was sensical - neither side was at an advantage here, theoretically. Now, Avinash was not usually one to seek out trouble... But as he had signed himself up to support Utopia during the war, and as the war seemed to be progressing along, it seemed as though partaking in the pandemonium was unavoidable. He still wasn't the most certain as what he could do to help... But he figured that he wouldn't know unless he got out there and tried.
As soon as he arrived, he began to doubt his decision to come out that day. Something felt off as soon as he crossed into the realms of the free-roaming - the sky that had previous been clear, playing host to a bright yet crisp morning, had rapidly turned dark. Unnaturally dark. He frowned upwards at the heavens, wondering why the sudden change. And then.... CRASH. A thunderous bang filled the air, snapping his sights from the sky and towards the noise, which seemed to be emanating from beyond a hill before him. Immediately following the sound, a flash of light ricocheted through the sky. It parted the clouds, allowing a strip of crystal aqua to fight its way through the dark. But as soon as it appeared, another loud THUD followed, and the tumultuous clouds covered the azure once more. It was almost as if the skies themselves were feuding, even though Avinash knew that this was (probably) not likely. Once the cloud cover consumed the skies once more, they began to unleash their wrath - allowing an onslaught of both sleet and hail to fall to the earth below... And consequently, on the Neutral King. The hardened pellets of ice pelted his bod uncomfortably, and he danced beneath nature's attack in a futile attempt to avoid the downfall. Another crash, once again from beyond the hill. This time, a whirlwind tore past him, a gail so forceful against his frame that it made him stumble sideways. It pulled potently at his bod, tearing his multi-toned banner and ribbons away from him to the side. He blinked his lids rapidly to try to protect his sensitive orbs from the vigorous wind, but it was nearly futile. He found it even almost difficult to breathe, what with the way the air was slamming into his nostrils. Another thud. What the hell was going on? Whatever it was, it wasn't good, and was putting not only himself but whoever else was around at risk. Possibly a wiser equine would have turned back, recognizing that as a mortal, whatever was happening here was far beyond his help. But, well... He simply couldn't turn away. And so, turning towards the hill and facing the near-hurricane head-on, Avinash through himself into a charge as strong as he could manage. Considering the forces he was working against, this effort was strenuous and didn't actually allow him to travel all that fast, but it did at the very least, allow him to make it to the crest of the hill.
Once he reached its peak, the wind (conveniently) stopped. The clouds had suddenly entirely dissipated, and the sun shone hot and blindingly down upon him. Again, he found himself blinking hastily, trying to clear his vision despite the environment trying its best to keep him sightless. Once his gaze was able to come into focus, his attention was immediately brought down into a small plain before him. There did he find the reason for the commotion, and likely the cause of the chaotic changes in the weather. Two individuals, appearing to be inhabitants of the Afterlife, were locked tightly in battle with one another. They were a flurry of bodies as they moved around one another, repeatedly retreating and smacking into each other. Again and again. Each contact sent a loud crack echoing through the air, and each hit seemed to be accompanied by a change in their surroundings. Their supernatural fight was the reason for the chaos - that which now, was causing a light dusting of snow to fall from above, despite there seemingly being no clouds around. Avinash took the opportunity, seeing as he was not having to fight against the climate, to scan his surroundings. There were several other equines in the vicinity, seemingly also drawn to the clamoring, but all keeping a respectable distance. As far as Avinash could spy from his location, they all seemed to be alright, considering the trying weather. Avinash pursed his lips as he considered what could be done. Surely, continuing such a fight and the effects it was having could only be detrimental to the land and those nearby. But surely, there was nothing he could do to stop it? Interfering not only put himself at risk, but could also cause distraction to whichever individual support Utopia, too... He couldn't risk it. He was just about ready to take himself over to the nearest bystander to recommend that they all vacate the proximity, when the loudest SMACK he had heard as of yet arose into the air. It was almost as though he felt the blow himself, even from the distance he stood. He froze, emerald chasms returning to the combatants just in time to see one fall. As their body hit the ground, the earth shook. Avinash felt vibrations running up his limbs, and then suddenly... The earth split. Beginning from where the immortal had fallen, a large crack began to form. It swiftly grew, splitting in several directions as it coursed forwards. And then, it separated. The ground itself was breaking apart, pulling away from itself, and leaving large crevasses in its wake. The royal didn't even have a moment to consider what was happening, before he tucked his hind legs beneath himself and high-tailed it away from a crack that was heading in his direction. The ground felt unsteady as he leaped over it, each time he had to place a hoof down sending a shake into his bod. If he had had any desire to get near to the cracks, he would have seen they descended further down than the eye could see, and into complete blackness... But he had no interest in coming close to the earth's edge. Instead, the rumbling seemed to have stopped for the moment, and the fissures had halted their progress. He pulled himself up, breathing heavily, terrified, as he looked back across the surroundings. He couldn't allow himself a breather, not now. He scanned the environ once more, looking for the mortals who had been lingering, seeing if they were all okay. He saw several had fallen from the earthquakes, and without hesitation, he sprang into action and headed towards them - they needed to get out of here, before the earth decided to swallow them whole.
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Apr 11, 2024 15:15:51 GMT -7
The lithe Queen strode through the free lands. It had nearly been a year since the war had officially started and she had taken up the title of Neutral Queen. It had nearly seen all four seasons now. A reminder that although strife and tribulations continue, so does time, and subsequently, comes change. It was spring again and it had reached the point that the earth had defrosted, the earth was soft and saturated with the extra water. Making her movements nearly silent. Each step carefully chosen, the toes of her hooves left shallow divots in the earth’s crust, as she bounced along the path she followed. Her movements might have left a strange trail behind her, but the bounce in her stride left her prepared to move at any moment. One could never be too careful, because just as the world had changed in its perennial metamorphosis, so had the war. The war had started loud, with participants ready to battle and draw the blood of their enemies, and then in the passed few seasons, things had become more covert. Individuals targeted, there were less battles, and more desperation in finding out information. Boudicca had to admit that she was relatively relieved that the neutral kingdom had not been targeted more than it had been. She thought for a moment and felt her heart flutter and her chest squeeze. How long would it be until they were? She swallowed and clenched her jaws, muscles in her cheeks jumped at the tightening of her enamels against one another. What was going on now? She did not know, because Utopia was strangely uncommunicative. Her intuition and knowledge of war told her to prepare, for it was the quiet and stillness of the eye of the storm, and the third wave was coming. But when? She inhaled a shaky breath. She was ready. Always ready. But was Avinash? Was the neutral kingdom? She did not know. Was she even? She had never done war with the undead… let alone seen them fight. What was that like? Suddenly, the crashing of branches startled the Queen. She froze and blinked rapidly as the sickening sounds of trees groaning as if being forced to bow. Suddenly, she was hit with a wind take physically pushed her back. She braced her front legs out wide, passed her sides, and her haunches tucked as she dug her daggers into the earth. She lowered her head protectively, closing her eyes away from the unforgiving, wrathful squall. Despite her efforts to remain anchored she felt her body moving backwards. The deep mahogany and white lady huffed as she tried to push back but it only pushed her back more. Her hind daggers dug deeper into the earth as leaves, twigs, and then branches began to whiz past her. She peeked open a single, squinty orb to see what was going on. Her gem-like eye watched as pieces of the earth swirled around her, even patches of grass flung into the air like she was in the midst of a tornado. It was about that moment that she realized how dark the world had become. Had she just walked into the middle of a tornado? As she peered around, she saw a branch of a tree tumbling through the air towards her like a stick. But this branch was large enough that it could probably kill her. Boudicca’s eyes snapped open as she swallowed in a panic. She began to lift her hind hooves and allow the wind to send her flying, trying to keep tempo with her feet as to now fall. She gasped for air, wide eyed, and feeling trapped. If she turned broadside, she would surely go tumbling and fall, but if she kept scuttling back, she was bound to be hit. She did not even have time to consider what the best option would be when suddenly, the wind stopped, as if by a switch. Anything flying in the air dropped… and the Queen nearly fell backwards, head over heels, but managed to catch herself just in time for the branch to roll to a halt in front of her. As it stopped it, she stared at it in disbelief. It’s height reached her knees and now it looked more like a tree trunk, but no roots were attached. Had it been a branch of some amazing, ancient tree? Or had it been snapped from it’s roots like a match? She felt her knees grow weak as she realized this had the potential to not just hurt her, but to erase her existence from the earth. As she tried to ground herself, she looked all around her, including to the sky. The sky was a sickening black color, with green and purple clouds that bubbled and rolled menacingly. The eerie silence that had befallen the world was broken by the sounds of wings flapping. Large wings. She looked up and could see the form of a winged equine making it’s descent to the earth. Hide. A voice Boudicca looked behind her at the edge of the forest, where the undergrowth had been pushed back at the force of the wind, but had sort of made an archway. She scrambled out of the trenches that had been dug by her daggers in the earth and leapt for the hiding spot. Just as she began to hunker down and lower herself to the earth, the earth shook as the winged horse hit the earth. She braced herself, just in time for the trees in the direction of the winged horse to grown and crack. As the trees unwillingly bowed, out stepped another equine with horns and a set of wings. Her stomach flipped and she felt ill. Danger. Run. Go. Words echoed in her mind, but she did not know why she could not make her legs move. A maniacal laugh echoed in the eerie, silent langs. Bouncing off every tree, which felt like a cacophony of auditory assaults to her white tipped auds. All she could think about was the sheer power in the voice. Suddenly, the beings lunged for one another. The heavens screamed and flashed with white hot lightning, lighting up their stage like a true stage. The figures bodies suddenly pushed away from one another and the earth rumbled. As each landed on their feet, hatred and malice glinting in their eyes, the earth shifted. Boudicca physically shuddered as she attempted to ride out what felt like a wave or ripple within the earth. She stared at the fight in awe and horror, unable to look away, as the earth between the two beings bubbled and cracked. Raising each creature up on a podium on either side as the earth continued to divide. Suddenly, her legs could move. She pushed back, fear and instinct took over in tandem. Sending the beauty running. She ran harder and faster than she thought she might have ever run before. For a moment, she was blindly running away, but soon a logical voice echoed in her mind. ”Go HOME.”. Where was home? In her panic she could not think of her surroundings. But, again, perhaps instinctively, she turned her course and galloped like her life depended on it towards Meraki Woods. Her only thought was reporting what she saw to Avinash, Nelly, and to prepare her kingdom. The war had come to the point that she feared… the words of Vojorn echoed in her head. ”We cannot fight the undead.” Boudicca shook her head in agreeance, finally understanding what that meant. words;; 1263 timeline;;character;;tag;; @everyone notes;; aliyaah I think you forgot Zeitgeist and Boud on that list <3 talk
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Post by A z z y on Apr 12, 2024 5:19:31 GMT -7
The iron maiden moved towards the freelands with vigour and intent, each dagger stabbed into the earth, her punchy stride carrying her deeper into the fray. She had become undone since the loss of Sly, the entity within her taking complete hold of her now, only allowing Avversaria to be herself when she did not wish to be identified. It was the very catalyst of this shift that had driven the snow dappled minx to venture to these lands. She wanted to see where they had taken the Commander's life, she wanted to feel the energy in the area, she wanted to see the physical remains of the attack. Avversaria wanted a head start on retribution, she wanted to be one of the first time feel her canines around the gullets of those who had been so brazen to fell such a legend. She moved under the guise of night, a star filled sky looked down upon her, the hunters moon dousing her in silvery hues on the odd occasion that she left the shade of the canopy. The air was crisp but still, eerily so. There was no chatter of cicadas, no whistling of the frogs, no sticks breaking under the foot of woodland creatures. There was a static though, a palpable tension.
Avversaria found her pursuit coming to a halt, every hair on her body rose to attention but she couldn't fathom as to why. Her golden pools scoured the murk, her breath held in her lungs as her lobes danced upon her atlas. That same eerie silence, that same unease. Mentally, she shook herself, her immobility ended as she drove her daggers into the filth of the forest floor once again - aftetall, what did she have to fear? Several minutes passed, until out of nowhere, the sky illuminated with light. Her brow furrowed as her crown swung to face the heavens. That once starless sky was now covered with thick cloud, each curve of the fluffy structure illuminated with red and orange flashes. Whilst she had seen electrical storms before, never had she seen one emerge from the ether. Avversaria moved on, her steps now more careful than they had been. Another flash of the heavens illuminated an oncoming wave of an unseen force, this one rolling through the woodland. It was indicated only by the swaying trees, the flying foliage and the dust cloud that came with it. A shockwave was heading her way from the impact of something unknown. Her mass turned slightly, bracing for impact, yet the winds faded moments before they reached her. Her gilded optics flashed upwards once more, the heavens clear, the stars vibrant once more.
Avversaria moved through undergrowth once more, her nape lowered, her steps careful, her breath barely audible as she prowled through the gloom. Heavy drops of rain began to fall from on high, pounding her spine relentlessly. Her silvery hide darkened to a steely black, water rolling off her embodiment and onto the earth below where they joined small rivers that carved through the earth. What the fuck was going on? The earth shivered beneath her as the rain morphed into hailstones, causing her now to move deeper into the woods for cover, drawing her closer to the source. Another flash from the skies above, the pebble-like balls of ice now shifting to a blizzard that whipped across her features. Avversaria grimaced, pushing through the deluge, flakes of snow clinging to her obsidian tresses and laying in the dip of her spine. Craning her nape to hold her head to the side, she pressed on, the ground shaking beneath her feet intermittently. Curiosity drove her towards what was unfolding ahead, but instinct told her it was something she had to observe.
Through the snow dusted timbers, in the distance, there was movement. Two bodies crashed and battled, each hit changed the environment in some way. Avversaria felt her heart pound in her bosom, a war drum fuelled by adrenaline as she moved forwards, her gaze hungry, her mouth agape as she watched with a grotesque glee at the sight unfolding before her. Utopia and the Underworld were locked in a vicious battle, the earth mutilated in the vicinity of which the fray took place. Snow continued to fall upon her until the demon slammed into the angel once more, the being sent flying from the sheer force. Beneath her feet, the ground shook again and split, causing her to choose a side quickly lest she fall into the quickly forming chasm. The ground to her left moved further away, roots tearing as the earth shifted, trees and rocks fell into the deep. Avversaria took a somewhat casual step to the side, briefly regarding the crevasse beside her, the glow of distant lava illuminating her underbelly. Yet she did nothing, she said nothing, she simply watched the two warring beasts. How long until one fell? As the angel struggled to their feet, the demon saw Avversaria in the shadows, the horned creature glaring at her, a warning. Yet the iron maiden merely winked at him, resting a hind dagger on its tip as she settled into observe. Give ‘em hell, kid…
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Post by A z z y on Apr 12, 2024 5:50:16 GMT -7
I. His body ached, it felt weighted down, solid. He knew it was part of the healing process, he knew it was only a matter of time before he returned to his former glory, but he would be lying if he said he was a patient man. No, Everest had done more than enough waiting in the cells of Utopia. He had rotted, he had disintegrated, he had become haggard and weak, littered with pus filled sores and infected welts, Utopia had done all it could to reject him. He had outlasted the might of his adversary. He had endured where their god had turned to ash. Yet Rasa, that vile bitch, had left him there with his sister, and then his mother, in the hopes he might decay. What did she think would happen - that Xerxes would bend the knee, that he would bow to her simply because she had attempted to hurt him? A snide leer tore across his handsome features then, the memories of his time in Utopia more vivid now than the scars that littered his hide from his time there. That was the beauty in all this, the wounds and pain would fade away and be replaced by perfection once more, yet the memories remained. Which was why he was here, now, prowling through the mortal realm in search of a mere sliver of his retribution.
It would not be over quickly, but it would be memorable. His splintered hooves marred the turf with half crescents, his stride powerful, languid, despite the still haggard, almost zombie like appearance he now bore. Muscle had returned beneath his skin, yet the epithelium itself seemed to struggle to contain these fibrous masses, on the brink of tearing at any point. Sores still ate at his flesh, the remnants of abscesses and blistered skin left deep and oozing holes along his jaw and across various parts of his body. He looked to be infested, as if ants had taken residence in his skin and then hastily departed when the host had awoken. Visible cuts were scabbing and weeping across his embodiment, each movement seeming to open them up again. If he could just convince himself to stay in the Underworld a moment longer, if he could just allow himself to rest, he knew he'd be pristine again. Yet had he chosen that, he would not be bearing witness to what was unfolding around him. The air around him became electrified, the power of the undead a familiar sensation for the beast, yet this was different, this was palpable, this was real. This was its own entity.
Beneath his feet, the ground shook suddenly, causing his Atlantic gaze to rise from the path he was walking to his destination ahead - the cliffs. Everest halted, a dangerous smile curling his lips as he watched birds fly away, watched deer bolt by him as if he was not there. Even the insects seemed to flee. Curiosity got the better of him, that pull of the Underworld and the push of Utopia seemed to return despite this being the mortal realm. Everest moved forwards, stealthily, silently, his nape snaked low, his enamels bared. As he came to the edge of the cliffs, he looked down, watching as angel and demon locked horns viciously. Black blood smeared the battleground, no clear winner in sight. With each collision of flesh on flesh, the earth shook and responded in kind - the clouds overhead darkened then cleared, the winds whipped at his features before fading away. Rain lashed his hide like invisible whips before the sun returned again. Slicing his obsidian cords against his hocks, he stood so dangerously close to the edge, his ice blue eyes peering down at the warring duo with a ravenous rage. Destroy him, he whispered to his comrade, the voice barely audible yet the demon below heard him, his own eyes meeting that of the Black Prince's with fervour. As you wish… he uttered, charging at the angel suddenly, his horns aimed for the throat…
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Post by A z z y on Apr 15, 2024 5:32:47 GMT -7
II. The problem now was, that no matter how hard the demon below fought, there would be no true victory. Both beasts were already dead, both could not meet their maker again, but they could tear each other apart until nothing remained. Until the only way to rebuild was to admit defeat and return home. Whilst the demon had heard the command from the Prince of Lies, so to had the angel, his body preparing as the demon charged, his crown lowered, his horns pointed at the angel. Yet the angel bolted forwards, his own skull poised to strike, his teeth bared as they closed the distance towards one another. Everest’s blistered tongue slithered from behind his enamels, smearing spittle across the voluptuous curve of his war torn kissers. He paced along the precipice of the cliff edge, loose stones tumbling down the rockface below, bouncing here and there as he prowled along. The demon and angel collided with such force the earth shook and Everest found himself somewhat nonchalantly side stepping a large sliver of stone that fell away beneath him and cascaded into the pit below.
It was then the ground quaked once more, a stronger tremor that sent vibrations through his embodiment. A dangerous leer curled his mug then, his cerulean optics drowning those below as both paused in their fray. The earth continued to growl until something gave out, a hairline fracture forming between them. Both angel and demon locked eyes, uncertain, unsure of what to do next. Yet amidst their uncertainty, that hairline fracture opened and ran across the pit they brawled in. In break neck speed, the split turned from barely noticeable to an all consuming crevasse, the cliffs shook beneath Everest's feet as rocks and boulders fell away and into the ever deepening chasm below. Trees that had sat so boldly upon the cliffs were now being devoured, pulled into the abyss below. There was nothing coming from this hole in the earth, no sound, no light. It was a portal to the nothingness, to the empty space between dead and the Undead. The angel backed up, his eyes showing fear, the demon deciding to advance and clear the gap to continue the fray.
Yet the plan had been a foolish one, for as the demon crossed the void, the angel met him in midair. Their bodies collided again and the chasm widened in response. Any hopes of a victory for either side fell short as both beings were overwhelmed by gravity and the long tumble below. Everest remained poised upon the cliff face, a cynical brow quirked as his smirk twisted into a warped line of disappointment. The Prince of Hell moved along the apex of the cliffs, his predatory motions slowing as he endeavoured to scope a way down, to see how far the oesophagus went before it reached the belly. With a slice of his obsidian cords against his fetlocks, the jet and snow hued fiend searched the edge until he found the easiest route down…
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Post by A z z y on Apr 15, 2024 5:50:25 GMT -7
III. His splintered and chipped daggers found little purchase upon the crags, his embodiment continuously bracing against his haunches as pebbles and grit moved from beneath him. His lobes were flattened to his poll, his lips taught in a silent snarl as he navigated the descent to where demon and angel blood tarred the ochre rocks black. The weather had calmed, yet the tension remained, a static felt within the ether that was reminiscent of a rumbling volcano - an eruption could happen at any point and without warning. As the small path he was on dwindled Into a ledge, approximately two feet from the earth below, Everest leapt down easily, the ground shivering beneath the impact. His semi-decayed physique paused, a foredagger aloft as his towers rolled upon his atlas, ensnaring the sounds of the whimpering earth below. After a moment, silence returned, the only sound being the haunted howling of the wind through the new scar upon the dirt. The fiend moved forwards carefully, bracing himself for the earth to give out below him, yet on this occasion, it held fast.
Stealthily he moved towards the gaping wound of a chasm, it's black innards silently screaming up at him as all that was below was darkness. Everest edged ever closer, as if drawn to the crevasse, as if mystified by its unknowns, as if the darkness he knew and craved was sourced from this very pit. There was a drumming felt in his lobes, as if he had a heart that sent blood through his veins, as if he were alive. But the drumming came from the gargantuan crack upon the surface of the earth, it pulled him in. And as the fiend halted upon the edge, he could not deny the pull he felt to succumb to it, to leap into the void, to end whatever existence this was and begin another at the bottom of this hellish hole. Everest pulled back, his Atlantic depths still scouring the nothingness below. A cold wind rolled from below, accosting his embodiment, a temperature that would have sent a mortal shivering, yet only had a smirk curling his lips. Everest turned then, deciding it best now to leave, yet as he did so, on the opposite side of the chasm, was an easier exit, the ground falling away to a gentle slope that would lead him to the heights he had stood upon before.
And so, without care nor consideration, but with gritted determination, the son of the Devil trotted forwards several paces before turning and facing the direction of the exit he wished to take as well as the ravenous void that stood in his way. Shifting his mass back upon his haunches, Everest leapt forwards, his nape held tightly in a powerful arch, his limbs devouring the distance. The chasm was soon upon him, and with athletic movements, his forelimbs snapped to his chest as his handling powered him over the gap. For a moment, albeit briefly, he understood how his father may feel using those dragon like wings of his, and how one day, when he had the throne, he too may feel such freedom. His daggers met the other side with ease however, his mass landing sweetly as his stride quickly slowed to a casual walk. Everest did not look back at the void. He did not return for his fallen ally. He did not return to gloat at the failure of an angel. No, he simply carried on, searching for his revenge...
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Post by Welder on Apr 15, 2024 12:19:46 GMT -7
Roaming aimlessly through Wild Equines, the dark bay pinto trespassed into the lands of the free, feeling far from liberty as possible. This war had turned into something so extreme and overwhelming that he had no idea what to make of the situation that he found himself in. For all intents and purposes, the prisoner of war was just as lost as he ever was, trying to find salvation through the blood and sweat of his mind and the world around him.
It seemed however that he had found himself in even more trouble, just as easily as could be. His blood ran cold as his ears caught the sounds of what sounded like a fight not too far in the distance and while he had heard that there were creatures of the dark and light that continued to make their way through the world and cause this havoc that he was embroiled in, Jack had yet to actually see something of these angels and demons. As flighty and scared as he usually was, the fight with Rianne had created a rift within him that instead of running away from conflict, he was curious about it. This frustrated Jack as all he wanted to do was go find a safe place to hide for a while and think about the things that had happened since their fight. But curiosity got the better of him and Jack found himself tracking the thunder-like noise. He wanted to keep as safe a distance as possible and he knew at the end of the day that others would be intrigued as well. But drawn he was and Jack's hooves carried him for several miles in the direction of the battle.
During this trek, Jack's heart raced with the thoughts in his head, the possibilities of being released from the bonds of his past and the hurts that others had caused him There was a boiling anger within him that had not settled since his pitiful fight with Rianne, constantly hearing the voices in his head that he was completely worthless. He knew better than to listen to those voices but they were ever present, causing him to doubt even his own worth once again. Jack knew however that if he did not have some semblance of value, he would have been killed on the spot and deep within his bones, he was simple and stupid enough in his own opinion to continue playing the game. He worried about the impact this would have on past relationships he had tried to create but in the end it was them that set him up for failure. Them that sent him to his death, yet as worthless as he was on the battlefield, he was still on all four hooves.
It was that sentiment that caused him to continue to follow the near deafening sound of war, the beating of his heart thundering in his ears. Yet even that rage before him as he cleared the distance to the battle between what seemed like good and evil, Jack reveled in the thought that he was actually worth something and that he had spent his time in the wrong company for nothing.
With the thought tantalizing his brain, a loud crash created a reverberating effect on the nearby area, including where Jack was moving, followed by a crack within the ground, opening a rift within the earth. The crack raced against all thought and headed straight for the bay pinto, forcing him to gallop away to avoid being caught within the crevice. The adrenaline within his body drowned the thoughts as he ran for his life, almost forgetting about the fight that had caused such a chaotic moment in time. Plumes of dust and rocks spewed from the impact of the immortals and a wild heat seemed to burn from the crevice as Jack gathered himself together, pausing to squint through the confusion to assess the area. Fear gripped Jack and froze his hooves in place, standing there in awe at the sight before him, all other concerns no longer priority. This had just happened. He immediately scanned the area ahead of him, unable to see much before him with the dust still settling, but he worried about those caught and lost within the crevice. Jack had no desire to look within the chasm, but he knew that this was something terrible and it angered him further, refueling his feeling deep within his gut about the world around him. Ultimately, this would throw him deeper in the dark crevices of his own mind, with a visual representation of the battle in his head staring back at him.
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Post by A z z y on Apr 16, 2024 5:55:53 GMT -7
The witch queen rose with the sun this dawn, her lids blinking heavily to remove that deep slumber from her eyes as she peered across the slowly lightening dorm. She had come now to expect the worst when it came to Cersei and Jaime, so much time had passed since that fateful day and with no sightings reported, death felt like the only answer. Where there may have once been hope, she now sought closure. Revenge too, Xerxes knew she craved their heads on spikes, Julius and Albion, that was. In time, however long it took, she would hunt them down, she would skin them and hang their pelts along the walls of The Keep, she would put their skulls upon spokes and litter their innards upon the slopes for the crows to feast upon. Their death and their life beforehand will be brutal, savage, merciless. Thomasin would not stop, she would devour them herself if given the chance. Still, as her atlas rose and a weary sigh left her lungs, she nudged the sleeping King beside her. Let's go, there was no romance in her still, yet she had reconciled her ire enough to rest beside him. They were at war afterall, safety in numbers was a necessity. Hauling herself from the floor, she rose gracefully, shaking herself free of the dust that had dulled her hide overnight.
Once Selven rose, did Marduk take purchase upon her withers, his beak gently nosing the inky tresses along her nape. With a flick of her obsidian cords against her fetlocks, she silently gestured for Selven to join her, the trio leaving the safety of the Keep as the sun began to douse the horizon and heavens above a pallid gold. Her breath left her in visible twin jets, her mass pausing at the gates to drink in the view of the dawn. As per their plans, today they would search the cliffs if the freelands, an easy place to dispose of two youths quickly and efficiently. A soft sigh escaped her, a brief smirk flashed to her King before her nape was held in a gentle arch, her mass shifted backwards prior to launching forwards. She moved with a lofty thrice beat, her forelimbs snapped to her chest as she devoured the lands between here and the ochre cliffs. The royal duo moved in silence, her thoughts set in preparation for the possibility of finding her children, or what remained of them. Marduk had flown ahead, his aerial perspective invaluable in this mission, yet as the two regents neared the cliffs, he returned with haste. The spotted hag slowed her gait, her crown tilted skyward as he braced to land upon her once more. There was an urgency in him, a concern that was beyond their current situation. He brow furrowed, her velvet veneered proboscis nudging the corvid upon her withers. My Thomasin, look - her King spoke and her gaze twisted from the bird to the heavens in the distance. A storm was coming.
The night hag felt her brow furrowed slightly, her gilded optics seeking the skies curiously. Flashes of light illuminated the clouds in hues of orange and reds, yet no sound came with them. A hot wind rolled over them then, invisible hands ripping and tearing at their bodies, causing her to angle her physiognomy away from the tumultuous air. Yet as soon as it arrived, did it stop. Thomasin looked to Selven silently, a curious smile curling her lips then - would he follow her? With a playful wink, she turned on her haunches and thundered towards the curious weather, her obsidian tail aloft from her haunches, flailing behind her like a black flag. As she continued, heavy droplets of water sounded her hide, darkening her abyssal hues and adding an ethereal shimmer to her snow white areas. The heavy rain turned to balls of ice, small pellets that pounded her embodiment, pummelling her quarters as she pushed herself onward. Thomasin set her inky lips into a silent snarl, the earth shaking beneath her feet as she neared the cliff's edge.
Mere metres from the precipice, a cavernous crack split the earth suddenly, causing her to force her daggers beneath her, bracing herself against the earth but to no avail - the water and hail had made the surface slippery. Long lines scarred the earth where she had braced herself, doing all she could to slow her approach but it was not enough - missing the newly formed crevasse, the witch queen toppled over the edge. Selven! She cried, bracing herself for the inevitable, yet she met the ground sooner than she had thought. A ledge broke her fall, barely wide enough to stand upon, but shakily she rose, her gaze furious as pain began to ache through her mass. As she rose, a few cuts and welts lining her frame, she cast her eyes to the world below, silently and eternally thankful that this ledge had broken her fall to what would have been certain death. If Selven wad speaking to her, she could not hear, for her attention was honed in honed in upon the two warring figures below. Beings of the afterlife, an angel and a demon no less, were engaged in a savage and brutal battle, blood smeared the crags, feathers were dotted here and there. The chasm formed from their battle widened, a ravenous mouth to the depths of hell, it's warm glow felt even from this distance. Again, their bodies collided and again the weather shifted, a dust devil forming and dancing around them below. The Undead were tearing their world apart - if this is the damage caused to the freelands, what hope did the Dark Kingdom have? Her nape craned upwards to Selven, a fleeting look of concern crossing her golden optics - were they truly prepared enough for what was yet to come?
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Apr 16, 2024 10:03:42 GMT -7
Nemesis TW: language, violenceNemesis crept with her swollen belly through the freelands. She had been on her way to Unclaimed Hearts to see if she could spy either an enemy, an ally, or even potentially her mother's killer. It was a long shot, but it was still a shot nonetheless. The lands had grown increasingly tense as the war pressed onward. It was the most thrilling possible time for the now-commander. Dark clouds sprawled across the meadow's sky. They rumbled ominously and the ground beneath her hooves trembled. Nemesis paused her movement to peer downward at the shaking ground. It was the first time she'd ever encountered such a sensation before, at least in Unclaimed Hearts. That firm rumble was expected out in Geysir, but here it was an anomaly. Her violet gaze slowly slid back upward toward the sky in the distance. There seemed to be a non-uniform ring of a storm ahead. Lightning struck down around that area, but beyond this strange circle the skies were blue. The winds still howled as though a gale was approaching. The closer to the center of the storm, the more trees bowed toward the ground. That chaotic display was far too interesting for her to avoid or ignore. It didn't matter that her belly was swollen and she could not move as adeptly as she'd have liked. Her back ached as she moved down the hill. Her limbs felt more unstable since she'd been pregnant, it was a frustrating sensation. Nemesis flicked her tail and pinned her ears as the winds increased the closer she drew to this cyclical storm. There was an audible clash of bodies and thunder as she drew closer. A winged beast and one bearing horns collided before her. They were not known to her, but she could smell the sulfur and that delicate scent she noticed on most Utopians. Nemesis braced herself near a copse of trees as she witnessed the turbulent clash of power. The ground rumbled harder here, and instinct told her to get the fuck out of here. Yet she could not. Nemesis' hair whipped furiously behind her and rain and ice sleeted down upon her bodice. This was the sort of chaos that gave her a rush of adrenaline. They two immortals continued to clash until the rumbling beneath them increased. But this time it did not cease, and a deafening crack sound exploded over the howling gales. Nemesis snapped her enamels around one of the low hanging branches of the tree she stood beneath in an attempt to steady herself. The way the ground shook had her head jarred similarly to how she'd been knocked out in that encounter where Utopia had taken Everest. The earth began to tear in half, and only then did the immortals cease clashing. They too were witnessing the literal disfigurment of the ground beneath their feet. Nemesis cackled around the branch in her mouth as the world shook violently around them. Sulfur poured from the deep gash. Heat and steam followed shortly after, exhaling into the sky. It took like what felt like hours before the rumbling ceased, and the storm seemed to quiet. Unclaimed Hearts looked as though it had been torn in two, and Nemesis dared to creep closer to the edge and peer down. Below was a swirling pool of magma, it's glow dull due to how deeply the gash was made. Nemesis cast her gaze from the edge of the abyss and stared at the immortals who were unsure of whether to continue their battle or retreat with their tails tucked between their legs. If it were up to her, she would have goaded them further, but now she knew it was time to get out of there. Who knew how much more the land could take before it swallowed her whole too?
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Apr 16, 2024 11:28:10 GMT -7
CADENCE TW: violenceCadence flew over the familiar terrain of Iosis Lake. He had spotted a supernatural distrubance, and felt it in his core long before he saw it. But when he did, it was chaos. As he flew overhead, he could see the land rapidly shifting from season to season. The plants exploded with bright flowers, and then they quickly waned. The leaves on the trees turned orange and yellow and then fell from their limbs until the land appeared desolate. Some places of Iosis Lake were frozen, while others remained fully thawed. It gave thet appearance of a glacier with ridged and jagged sheets of ice harshly bobbing on turbulent waters. Lightning streaked across the sky and freezing rain landed on his roan body. Cadence frowned to himself as he continued to fly to the central point of this chaotic, seasonal shifting. His wings were chilled and ice hung from them, making it difficult to remain in the sky. Below him was an unusually darkened spot and so he decided to descend there. The land had been mostly vacated with the exception of a demon and an angel. The two were locked in a furious battle, though neither seemed to have landed a hit on the other yet. Something rooted him in place once he'd managed to land on the frozen beach of the lake. The trees were again a vibrant orange, until the leaves died and fell from the sturdy limbs overhead. There was something very wrong with all of this, and something compelling him to witness what was unfolding before him. It felt like a warning or a consequence that he wasn't sure he understood yet. It was only a compulsion. Finally, the two collided and the ground beneath their feet began to rumble violently. Cadence felt the panic rise in his throat as he saw the crack form. It was almost as if the earth beneath their feet was made of that same, fragile ice out on the lake. It shattered and began to shear in two. The Lord leapt into the sky as the ground beneath his feet fell away, revealing a black and seemingly endless abyss. The lake seemed unaffected for now, but with the growing rift, that wasn't a guarantee it would remain untouched. The two immortals continued to go at each other's throats, and Cadence felt helpless. He could use his powers to try and stop or reverse the flow of this catastrophe. Yet when he tried, it was futile. This felt like a suffering or punishment that he could not name. The guilt flooded him as he witnessed the mortal world he cared so much for begin to fall apart. He was to blame for this as much as the rest of the Afterlife. Cadence raced further ahead of the growing rift in an attempt to see if he could find anyone in the path of danger. If he could prevent further damage somewhere, that would still be a win.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Apr 16, 2024 11:50:19 GMT -7
CADENCE TW: violence, death/lossCadence flew as fast as he could, trying to race ahead of the growing rift. It chased him like a hungry wolf, and the horrible sound of the earth splitting in two wracked his entire core. He had to do something. The mortals were the first thing on his mind. The Roan Lord had to protect who he could, despite being the very reason for them being in danger. Cadence shivered in the freezing rain as he spotted a mare with a tawdling foal who frantically moved no unsteady legs. Cadence swooped downward, helpless to stop the figurative train from bearing down on them. Instead he simply helped the mother get her child to safety. They needed to get as far from the lake as they could now, that was the only way to ensure their safety. Cadence did his best to encourage the foal to hurry, but with their limited movement and newness to the world it was difficult. It was on of the most nervewracking things he'd ever had to do. Cadence didn't stop until they were a significant distance away from the deafening cracking that tore across Wild Equines. The rumbling ground did eventually cease, but he didn't know how much time had passed since then. He continued to race through the territory of Iosis Lake overhead once he'd assisted the mother and child away to safety. Below him he spotted another individual who was screaming and weeping with such anguish that his heart dropped at the sound of it. They howled into the sky which had settled on an overcast, bleak, gray. He landed beside the pained mortal only for them to turn on him with shock and fury in their face. "You did this." They raged at him, and he felt his stomach knot at the gravity of what he was witnessing. "This is your fault! He's dead because of you!" They howled and shrieked as they charged at Cadence. The Lord did not move out of the way, and exhaled forcefully when their body collided with his. They ripped into his nape and shoulders near the base of his wings and tore flesh from his hide. Cadence winced and tried to put distance between he and the grief-stricken mortal but it was useless. They were relentless, and only ceased their flurry of blows when they were too exhausted to stand. Instead they only wept and cursed all the Afterlife for opening the terrible pit tha swallowed their love. Cadence stood in the quiet and felt the weight of the war upon his shoulders. The frigid wind stung in the freshly open wounds. "I'm sorry." He whispered with sorrow. It was the sound of someone who had undestood the full truth, the full reality of what they had done.
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Post by ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ on Apr 16, 2024 15:50:47 GMT -7
For so long, the Light Kings had been targeted. Whether it was by the same individual or several different ones, it had been an issue since Nixi had become Queen. Even before that, with her father being the first target. It had finally reached a breaking point, causing the Light Queen to break her own morals. In doing so, Sly was now dead. After nearly losing Coreion and their son Naberus – who will be forever changed now due to significant trauma – hearing of Solovey’s death enraged her beyond comprehension. Enough was enough, and she sure as shit wouldn’t sit back and let this continue. Unfortunately, a stand had to be made which directly led to Nixi being involved in murder. Since that day the buckskin Queen had been heavily conflicted with her own emotions after such actions, she felt lost. To strip her son of his King title after blatantly murdering someone, only for herself to also be involved in murder made her feel like a hypocrite. She knew she needed time to process the extreme event, but it was questionable whether she would ever find a way to forgive herself for such a thing.
With a troubled mind, she needed time away from everything. Although that was impossible with the ongoing war, the only thing she could think to do was walk. Just get away from her surroundings and attempt to listen to the silence of her own mind. If she were to stay home, there would likely be something else she needed to address. Without telling anyone, the buckskin Queen left the protection of Rain Forest Beach and made her way to the freelands. Nixi felt incredibly defeated, questioning her own morality. So much had gone so wrong since she had become Queen, and she wouldn’t deny thinking if it was her fault. Such a thought felt naïve to even have. Had her father or mother felt such feelings when they were Royals? Fuck, she couldn’t even ask them. Aranu’s mental state was so far gone, and Lexi still was caring for him as well as Nixi still having unresolved anger towards her mother halted her from talking to her about such things. Whether she had a King by her side or not, she was alone. Her parents being back? It would never be the same again. Coreion and Naberus forever altered physically and mentally, Solovey dead. As much as each of them experienced, Nixi experienced them all. She knew that taking on such a position of Queen came with significant responsibility and life changes, but the loss…the losses are what hurt the most. She missed Solovey, she missed having Coreion by her side with the excitement of their children, she missed her father’s wisdom…her sister’s sassiness. Her brother Taliesin’s innocence. Now…it was just her.
The further she had gotten away from her home beach, the darker the sky became. Initially there had been no thought towards the darkness – her home was often met with warmer temperatures than the rest of the freelands. It wasn’t until clouds became significantly darker as if a solar eclipse was occurring that Nixi took notice of the sky. Thunder erupted from the atmosphere as lightning cracked at forests not far away, sounding loud enough to split trees in half. As constant thunder rolled across the sky, crackling about, her audits felt conflicted with the crashing. Suddenly, a huge gust of air flew at her causing her to posture in an attempt to brace herself. As she held her ground, it became clear that the crashing wasn’t just thunder above. An angel and a demon were attempting to tear each other apart in the mortal realm, their supernatural bodies wreaking havoc on their home. Once the wind gust settled enough to allow her to move, she raced forward to an opening in an attempt to view what was going on. Not that she could stop such a supernatural fight, but perhaps knowing who it was could help. Stopping herself at a treeline so not to enter in an open battlefield, silence filled her ears for a moment as she searched the surroundings for whoever was fighting. This was not the silence she was looking for. Without warning, another outrageous gust pushed her back, nearly knocking the Light Queen off her limbs as two afterlife enemies wrapped into each other slammed into the ground below. Everything shifted with their cosmic force, trees snapping effortlessly and ponds creating seismic waves from the force. They continued tussling, for they were dead – there would be no end until defeat was accepted, or until one another did not exist. These were two unrecognizable afterlife members – not that she knew everyone important, but if these were ‘regular’ ranked afterlife members, the thought of how strong her daughter’s father was concerned her. Nixi had never truly seen the force of the Afterlife from either side, so to see such unrealistic power was both shocking and astonishing. As the buckskin Queen stumbled to hold her footing, the angel and demon’s body each grabbed onto one-another and collided with an indescribable crash noise. An eery silence filled the air for a second until it was smothered by the visible sound of ground shifting beneath everyone. A small crack right where they collided slowly began to spread, the earth shifting as if an earthquake had occurred. Nixi had never experienced one before but had heard of them. As her chocolate optics watched the crack in the earth begin to spread towards her, the ground began to fall into itself and a crevasse formed. It felt as if everything was happening in slow motion, or the Light Queen had frozen with uncertainty. Regardless, the crevasse engorged the earth and continued to spread almost as an attempt to swallow everything and everyone it could. Dust surrounded everything as the world was disturbed, her surroundings becoming less noticeable. It wasn’t until the crack spread beneath her own hooves and steam arose that she jumped to the side in shock. In the dust she could hear muffled screams and cries of troubled equines, a few running past her in attempt to reach safety. At this point, what was safety? Did it exist? To reach the afterlife only to continue fighting, was there a point? Perhaps allowing one’s soul to disappear into the mist was the best way to go – perhaps then peace might actually be offered. Something stopped her from running away from the chaos. Perhaps it was the significant amount that already existed in her life causing her not to run away from something so catastrophic, or perhaps it was just pure shock. Regardless, the buckskin Queen stared at the crack in the ground. Her thoughts turned dark, deep sorrow-filled pain caused her to think of giving up. Instead of falling at the hands of someone, falling at the hands of the earth itself seemed like a better way to go. Not that falling into a ginormous crack was a good thing or something that anyone wanted..but if she were to just slip in…would she even be missed? What impact had she made on the world anyways? It didn’t feel as if she had changed a thing since her parent’s reign, nor in her own personal life. Things were just going in circles, so why not jump into the deep? Such tempting thoughts were that of Hell itself, as it seeped up through the crevasse. The smell of asphalt entered the atmosphere as orange hues could be seen from the middle of the disaster itself. Lava. A flash of Sly’s amber existence dissipating came back to her. No, she had changed something. As much as she hated murder, she helped stop a truly evil individual from causing harm to anyone else. Such a thing was only temporary though, as she knew Sly’s existence would soon crop up in the Underworld. There was no doubt in her mind she would wreak havoc as an Afterlife member. But for now, a moment of slight peace. At least, for another chaotic event to occur.
Allowing herself to think selfishly for a minute before letting such awfully dark thoughts to disappear, Nixi turned high tail away from the continually splitting crack. She brought herself far enough away that she could assume temporary safety of herself and could see partially into the debris cloud. Many equines screamed and cried at their loved ones whom had fallen into the crevasse, while others attempted to gather themselves away from the disastrous hole. For a moment, she hadn’t even noticed the particles falling from above weren’t ash but rather snow. Even the atmosphere was altered by the supernatural effects of the Afterlife. Now that she could see clearer, she could depict where to head in order to help individuals still stuck in the dust cloud. Her chocolate optics caught a mare screaming for her foal who had fallen in, and two strangers seemingly trying to convince her to step away from the crevasse. She needed a shoulder to lean on, someone to pull her away even if it meant being the bad one. And so Nixi sprung forward towards her. She wanted to go home and warn her family, but whoever was here currently experiencing this needed her help first.
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 17, 2024 15:54:48 GMT -7
A lone demoness stood mutely as she stared at the upheaval in the plains below her. The weather kept changing - swiftly, unnaturally - all around her, but she did not budge, she did not flinch. A gale screamed around her, pellets of ice pelted at her freshly scarred skeleton... But she did not bend. Rather, her glare remained trained upon the two warring equines, both interested to see their fantastical abilities come head to head with one another, as well as attentive to and awakened by their disharmony. Every so often, the witch expanded her wings outwards, stretching them away from her immensely flawed frame, as she almost absentmindedly attempted to get used to the sensation of the massive appendages. Her death was still recent, her descent into the Underworld even more so... And she had yet to grow accustomed to what all that meant. This was part of the reason for her captivated observation of the feuding individuals beneath her - she was using them in an attempt to learn more about what this life could be like. Perhaps it was not the most effective way of going about it... But damn, it sure was entertaining.
The elements surrounding her were in a continual state of change, seemingly associated with the status of the pair of fighters. Her mind spiralled - what else could they do? Could they alter the land as much as the weather? Could they change the earth itself? Her answer came without demand, however, mere moments later - though she was uncertain as to whether or not such a result was intentional. The angel and demon crashed into one another in a display of the most force that Sly had seen from the two as of yet, and a thunderous crack echoed through the air as their bodies collided. The hurricane-force winds immediately died, leaving the air tensely still around her. Then suddenly, the world beneath her flints trembled. And then, there was a deafening burst - and the ground below the combatants separated, the terra pulling away from itself. Sly watched in a bemused and astounded fashion as the earth split, creating a massive crevasse nearly instantly. Her optics only looked up enough to see the rip in the dirt spreading rapidly, and all nearby equines darting rapidly away from it, attempting not to fall into its clutches. A fissure snapped towards her, threatening to remove the earth from beneath her... But she did not move. She smirked as she gambled with nature and won - the fracture darting around her instead of taking a direct line. Once it had passed, and didn't seem to be risking her position, she returned her attention to the bruisers - who had halted their assaults for the time being. Whether it was to catch their breaths and assess their next attacks, or to consider the damage they had caused to their surroundings, she could be sure. Come on, she willed them silent, desperate for more action. Show me what else you can do.
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Post by A z z y on Apr 17, 2024 21:47:32 GMT -7
The alabaster behemoth had taken flight from the depths of the abyss; his sizeable mass soaring through the dank miasma that swelled in the Underworld. Despite his sizeable mass, the ease and grace with which he glided through the ether was eerie. He moved like a shadow, silent, stealthy, using the oxygen as his water and his wings as sails, the great ghost ship moved through haunted skies silently. He had tried to convince, he had tried to deceive, yet none of his endeavours as yet had included violence. Not yet, at least. What with his children and Akroma being returned to The Underworld, he had nothing left to warrant maintaining some civility towards the Utopians. No, the gloves were well and truly off. Xerxes soared silently over Eden and into the mortal realms, his hellish gaze seeking the world out below for allies and enemies alike, to assist his devotees where they made need it, and to eviscerate utopians and their allies where necessary. He had been painted to be the bad guy all his life, both mortal and immortal, perhaps now he would truly evolve into that they envisaged him to be. Perhaps he would give them a taste of what they seemed to crave - his wrath, his brutality. No mercy. No peace.
As he neared the vast and varied expanse of the freelands, he could see a maelstrom brewing in the skies in the distance. His leathery appendages braced slightly, slowing his flight as curiosity gripped him. The clouds were illuminated by flashes of gold and red, rolling over the contours of the nebulas before disappearing into nothingness. An ominous roll of thunder resounded through the atmosphere, had he been upon the earth, he would have felt it shake beneath his hooves. Yet from his viewpoint in midair, he could see the trees of the surrounding woodland bend and bow to a forceful wind, he watched as oaks shook and conifers bent almost to the point of breaking before they stopped completely. His brow furrowed curiously, his wings beating the carbon before gliding further towards the source. As he did so, the air became explicitly cold, had he been a mortal, it may very well have been enough to end him. Fortunately, being already deceased, the bite in the air had little impact. The devil hovered over the world below, circling like a vulture above the earth, seeking out the source of the commotion.
As the dense clouds shifted, allowing the sun to glare down upon the dirt, two battling bodies came into view. Xerxes descended slightly, still circling, his eyes watching hungrily as the situation revealed itself. An angel and a demon, warring factions tearing up the mortal plane. His message had been received and understood, it would seem. Rip and tear until it is done. They battled and brawled, undead blood smeared the topography below. Xerxes was not going to intervene, he was going to observe, his faith in his denizen true to the core. Yet faith was not enough, for the demon appeared to be struggling. They staggered, their movements sluggish, and the angel was quick to take advantage. The Utopian had attacked, the demon dazed and confused as the angel had then placed a sizeable distance between them. Like a bull readying to charge, the enemy dropped their head and ran at the demon. Xerxes felt a muscle in his jaw jump, beating his wings intermittently to keep him airborne as he willed the demon silently. It seemed to work, for as the angel charged, so did the demon, mustering what strength he had left.
The two adversaries collided and the earth split beneath them, the force of their attack threw them both backwards as the chasm formed between them. It was a small fracture to begin with, yet it became a ravenous, gaping void as the two beasts rose from the impact. Xerxes could feel the pull of the Underworld, he could feel the warmth from the glow at the bottom of the chasm formed by the warring entities. Yet as the demon struggled to its feet, the angel was already up and advancing again. The Utopian warrior began his approach, his limbs extending into a thrice beat, preparing to clear the gulf in a single leap and end the battle once and for all. The dreadlord would not stand idly by and watch one of his own fall, not now. As the angel gathered speed, Xerxes nose dived, his wings clasped tightly to his side as he dived into the ether. He began spiralling, a bullet shot from the heavens as he plummeted towards the earth. Just as the angel leapt into the air, aiming to clear the chasm and end the demon, Xerxes made impact. His enamels found purchase at the axial joint of the enemy's neck, pulling him down into the void, deeper and deeper until he eventually released him, tossing him into the fires below as his wings extended suddenly, stopping his descent whilst aiding in the despatch of the angel.
A moment passed, the devil watching as the flames of Hell consumed the angel. He expected to feel something, but he felt nothing, it was just one less body to worry about. A smirk cut his visage, his enamels grinding together before his wings beat several times, carrying him back to the mortal realm, back to his ally. Xerxes landed upon the earth beside the struggling demon, his wings clasped neatly to his side as he moved towards the beast. The creature looked up at him, a mixture of shame and relief crossing his features as he stood shakily, looking to Xerxes, his mouth parting to thank him. Xerxes shook his head, a small smile cutting up his lips as he looked down to the beast. Go home, gather your strength, come back stronger. There was no animosity in his words, but merely guidance. Yes, my lord, the demon bowed his crown and quietly, eerily dissipated into the air. Defiantly, Xerxes turned his crown towards the heavens, the maelstrom passed. Is that all you've got, Rasa? Is that really the best you can do? He called out, his lobes seeking a response from the heavenly hag but silence answered him. I thought as much…
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Post by Fallen on Apr 19, 2024 15:44:49 GMT -7
"Speech."
The painted czar was in a deeper sleep than he had been in awhile, the deep rise and fall of his barrel and the gentle lull of his breath a give away. However, as the warmth of the sun fell upon his hide so too did the gentle touch of his beloved. The king nearly purred to his queen, but instead what sounded was a soft grunt as he too lifted himself from the floor easily. He shook himself lightly, yellowing bones rattling in his heavy mass of locks. Selven stretched, his thick forelimbs extending as his barrel nearly touched the floor he just rose from. Thomasin's simple command was heeded. The bastard king following beside his beloved into the cruel world. The rift between the pair was not fully resolved, but the stitching had begun to repair itself. Today they had their sights set upon the cliffs in the free land. As much as the painted mongrel wished and hoped for the return of his children unscathed, with each passing day the chance grew to none. Now, all he could hope for was closure, and one last reason for the gods to bless his rage and allow him to tear apart the fuckers that stole his babies in the first place.
The king was taken from his thoughts as the air around them seemed to grow heavy, an electric buzz shifting from the ground and up through their bodies. Selven's cold gaze looked far into the distance, his cold gaze taking in the overwhelming display of flashing red and orange light. Selvens harks pinned against his skull then. His nostrils flaring in discomfort. The old bastard was no stranger to the paranormal and the blazing wind that assaulted him and his queen next yet dissipated as soon as it came only solidified that thought. Selven shifted his weight closer to this bride his lips parting as his gaze returned to the horizon. "My Thomasin we-" before his sentence could finish that curious grin of her stopped him in his tracks. She winked at him before she was off from his side. Selven scoffed, his own smirk returning as he pressed his weight upon his haunches before tearing off behind her. Despite the circumstances of this outing being a bleak one, one could not deny the sheer beauty hat was the dark pair thundering across the plain and toward the cliffs. Their striking ink and ivory forms strong contrasting shadows against the burning light of the sky, the red dust that swirled about their hooves and the air bellowing from their nares, all wonderous to see. Soon though, that striking hue of a fire sky changed to dark purples, blues and grays. Heavy droplets of water struck the pair, the sting turning into downright stabs and belting of balls of ice as they continued. Selven's harks flew into his nape once again, his skull tucking off centered to shield his gaze from the onslaught.
The rumble was heard first for him. Selven's harks snapped toward the ground, his gaze casting downward as the shaking came next. The bastard king's stride shortened, preparing to launch himself in which ever direction he needed just before he looked up from the earth to see the gaping crack form nearly instantaneously before Thomasin. There was no stopping as his bride surely found out. He could barely register her toppling head over heels as he himself leapt over the crevice. His landing was choppy, the lack of grace from his leap evident as his hind hooves crashed on the ledge of the crease, sending chunks of debris flying as he clamored up. A ripple of discomfort shot up his hip but he ignored it, spinning back on his haunches he quickly made his way to edge, "My love, are you okay?" his towers aimed forward as his nose was low to the wet earth. He peered over the edge, a heavy sigh of relief escaping him as he looked down to her.
His attention was quickly taken from his bride however as the chasm they now stood in and over widened, opening up to a savage battle that caused the opening in the earth. The two afterlife beings were locked together, blood, feathers, fur and horn all flying. With each meet of otherworldly flesh, did the atmosphere react, did the earth scream in protest. As mentioned before, Selven was no stranger to the dealings of the paranormal. However, even in his dual lives lived, this is the first time he witnessed such destruction at such a monumental level. Normally the angels and demons would leave the earth alone. For if they killed them all what purpose would they have. Selven looked back to Thomasin as her gaze lingered up at him. Their thoughts similar here.
But the kingdom was only part of his concern. The beings below clashed again, several monstrous cracks forming in the walls of the crevice, large chunks of rock crumbling away. Selven nickered softly at his bride then, the sound giving away his concern for her. He needed to get her away from this, far, far away. A magnitude of thoughts raced across his brain as he found another ledge his heavy crown bobbing slightly as he pointed to the space. For once, he did not have the answers to Thomasin's gaze. For something like this, how could he truly protect the kingdom she handed to him, how could he protect her if he was bound by her desire to lead her subjects more than preserve her own life.
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Apr 19, 2024 23:00:02 GMT -7
”It’s coming.. it’s coming..” The words seemed to come on the breeze, stopping the fiendish beast in his wake. His ashen daggers came to a halt and he stood as still as a statue. His form like marble, his porcelain skin slightly iridescent as the light of golden hour shown down on him, bathing him in burning oranges. Similar to the light that Hell bathed him in daily, the warmth always welcome to stave off the icicles that formed around any bit of hope he had to truly be like all the others. Though, his psychopathology would not allow such warmth to emanate from him. Not true warmth, merely the lingering warmth from the Underworld’s eternal flames. Hauntingly handsome was a way to describe the ominous poltergeist as he stood staring out before him. A true mystery, for how could something so insidious be as captivating as he? It was a ponderance that could perhaps be answered by none. Perhaps there was a lesson in this fallacy. Do not trust everyone with a pretty face.
”It’s.. COMING.” Zeitgeist’s gaze turned slowly to look for the strange, ethereal voice. As his auds swiveled he noted how the world was silent. Not a sound. Not a breeze. Not a chirp from a bird. Not even a menacing rumble from the belly of Mount Malvolia, which stood before him like a titan, resting before the fight. The ash covered grass below his feet did not move. Something was, indeed, coming. Fear was not something the beast knew, but it was unsettling even for him, that the world was so quiet. He inhaled deeply, and not even the scent of the volcano found it’s way into his receptors. A grimace formed on his lips as the cogs in his brain churned. A rumble echoed in his chest and escaped his nares as a low, purring growl and his auds twisted back upon his twisted crown. The beast’s pallid chasms narrowed as he watched the light disappear from the earth and the warmth of the sun on his skin disappear. Much too quick to be normal. His pupils rotated back and forth slowly behind narrowed eyelids as he scanned the horizon. No light and no movement. The sky had gone black, as if someone had pulled a billowy cloud-like blanket over the earth. What was coming…? The question echoed in his mind when a sickening thud echoed into the atmosphere followed by the familiar sound of thunder rolling. The sick thud and the deafening sound of the thunder rumbling and booming could be felt within his chest. His dome snapped up, and he craned his heavy crown up to watch a winged creature plummet towards the earth. His eyes followed the rapidly descending creature. The skies opened and a single beam of light highlighted the creature until it hit the earth, causing the ground to shake ferociously. Zeitgeist’s eyes snapped open as he scramble to stay standing. He wobbled, still never taking his eyes off the beast that hit the ground as it tumbled and skid, leaving dusty cloud of ash in it’s wake. Curious. The demon watched curiously as he regained his bearings, as the creature flopped around like a fish, it’s wings flapping around as if trying to right it’s internal compass. Much like when a bird flew into the broad side of a tree and rolled around on the ground trying to regain it’s bearings… or die from brain damage. Suddenly, a shadow cascaded over the winged equine, and his orbs looked up into the light to see the inky black form of another winged equine descending. A brow raised with amusement. So it would seem he had front row seats to a battle.
A menacingly giddy smile grew on his kissers as the descending equine hit the ground running. Twisted horns rose from his dome and Zeitgeist recognized it as a guard to Hell’s prisons. Zeitgeist’s dome tucked low to his chest as the ground rumbled with each fated step. The demon’s gaze moved to find the other equine at it’s feet, however dazed and wavering. Although wracked with confusion and in such a vulnerable state, the winged equine radiated a glow of virtue and integrity. An angel no doubt. For a moment, Zeitgeist pitied the angel for it was likely to meet it’s fate as the demon slowed the distance, lowering his horns for the final blow. Zeitgeist found himself almost tap dancing in place, like a child who had eating too much cotton candy and was waiting for the last two demolish cars to smash into one another, but alas.. The angel seemed to suddenly grow tall and a strike of lightning bolted down to earth. The earth rumbled and the ground quaked again as the lightning strike struck inches from the demon. The demon cried out as it was flung back. The smell of electrified, burnt hair permeated the air. Zeitgeist’s brows furrowed furiously as his gaze turned to the angel, which limped with purpose towards the sizzling and steaming demon that lie gasping for oxygen a dozen yards back. HOW DARE THEY FIGHT SO DASTARDLY. Zeitgeist felt a stir in his chest. Hatred. His gaze turned to the demon who struggled to get to it’s feet. In the strange, dystopian light, Zeitgeist could see the charred, electrified skin sizzling. The demon stood, finally, horns lowering to greet the angel which now charged towards the demon. As the angel approached, the demon clearly was at it’s limit, it shuddered as it anticipated the impact. And the impact, did come, at the last minute the angel ducked to the left, dodging the twisted horns and threw it’s weight into the shoulder of the demon. The sounds of joints popping and bones crushing found their way to the ivory demon’s auds. The inky black, winged demon stumbled back. No! Zeitgeist thought and stamped a hoof into the ash covered ground, sending a puff of ash up around his ankles. He could not interfere… could he? The angel circled around and moved towards the demon again. NO! Zeitgeist screamed internally, his front end raising off the ground and he slammed his hooves into the black soil. Just then the earth growled and moaned… which brought the demon to his knees and caused the angel to be caught of guard, and stumble slightly. Between them the earth opened creating a fissure between them. Surely Zeitgeist had not done that.. had he? He did not have the power to do that… no. But perhaps Xerxes knew somehow. Whatever the reason, it had bought the demon time, but the angel was already preparing to take flight, no doubt, to cross the ever growing fissure. As the fissure grew and met with the lava rivers that trailed down from the hellish mount Malvolia, the fissure began to fill with molten liquid. Revealed a red hot glow from beneath. Zeitgeist jumped into action, and sprinted towards the angel who had begun to roll into a three beat gait towards the fissure, it’s wings beginning to flap. Zeitgeist closed the distance at a freakish pace, his jaws clenched with rage. Not today. They would not win today. Just as the angel kicked off to take flight, the white fiend came in from the left and leapt into the air. His jaws snapping at the angels throat as he collided with the angel. Zeitgeist’s body was flung backwards as he tumbled into the ash. He arose quickly, in time to see the angel fall down into the fissure. Not today. Temporarily forgetting the pain in the right side of his body, Zeitgeist shuffled to the edge of the fissure, and watched as the angel tumbled down into the flames that licked the earth from down below. A diabolical smile formed on his lips as he began to fade into a mist.. He would be the first to greet the angel in Hell where he would have his way with them.
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 20, 2024 0:03:17 GMT -7
The ruby beast had gotten used to wandering from his lands and leaving the politics to Galdr. Though they hadn't gotten together again in quite some time, the knight trusted him to continue doing the good work in helping keep Grim Isle safe. The recent kidnapping of Riddler didn't change his perspective on his co-leader. It did mean that the two leads would have to hunt down the Light mare Adora and figure out why she was starting shit during the war. But, today was not that day. Instead, the stallion made his way toward the Freelands again to see what additional information he may be able to glean about the war.
Kladdan's hooves brought him to Femiet Beach, one of his favorite places. He had loved the beach since he was a young colt and thought he might be able to find a few moments of solace. While none of his people seemed to have been harmed since this war began (save Riddler being stolen but hopefully not harmed) and the beast has managed not to earn any new scars yet, the past few seasons had been taxing. Once he crested a knoll, the ruby stallion took a deep breath of the salty, sea air. Or at least, that was what he had expected. Instead, he could taste sulfur, rain, and sunshine all in one breath.
Violet eyes narrowed and they scanned the once-serene landscape. Two unfamiliar shapes held themselves in battle stances at the edge of the churning waves. Even from this distance, their large, splayed wings were visible in the bright sunlight. After another quick glance, he noticed that the pair were otherwise alone. A vicious wind whipped their tresses, then he could have sworn it began to snow around him and ice gathered where the water touched the sand as the two equines rushed together. Kladdan was nearly in awe at the blatant display of power, never truly accepting how strong those in the Afterlife could be. While he felt that his mortality was not needed in this fight, the stallion still felt the urge to join the fray and help... well, one of them. He didn't recognize either one, not that he had met many residents of the Afterlife. He would have no idea who to even assist.
As the thought ran through his head, the winged beasts came together again, but the weather stopped violently shifting this time. Instead, the earth shuddered beneath his hooves. He stepped back, looking down as a crack stretched between him and the fighting immortals. It reminded him of when he was young and had witnessed a rock slide. But there wouldn't be such a thing near the beach. He watched in shock as the jagged lines began to spread, pushing the edges of the earth away and sending rubble crumbling down the seemingly bottomless cavern. For a moment, lightning struck nearby, he could have sworn he saw some type of thick liquid shifting deep, deep down. Once the light had dissipated, he saw only oily darkness below him. For the first time in a very, very long time, Kladdan felt fear as he realized how close his hooves were to the softened edge of the crevasse. It wasn't his time to die, not yet.
He looked back to the two fighting equines, seeing blood splatter and then disappear into the heavy rainfall that had now been summoned. The waves were violent in some places and still in other sections, making him assume that this fight was far from over. Before the crack in the earth could drag him down to whatever lay beneath, Kladdan turned back towards home. If he had any information on who was fighting, he would have gone to his queen. But in this instance, the beast just wanted to be back on his island.
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Post by Fallen on Apr 20, 2024 5:05:27 GMT -7
"Speech."
With the growing violence between the angel and demon, so did the disfiguration of the world around them. The bastard king had found his way down to his beloved, his icy gaze flirting from her and back to the creatures below. Blazing wafts of arid heat tore at their manes and bodies. Screams of pain from the angel growing more and more intense. The sky seemed to split open as the demon's fangs tore into the angels neck. The blood that seeped from the angelic being seemed to glitter more than normal as it splattered along the walls below and the thunderous sky rumbled and cracked with thunder and lightening before another wind whipped past them above head.
The bastard king nudged his bride, carefully pushing her up and about the newly formed ledge that Selven had descended upon. If she wished to stay and spectate he at least wanted her out of this fucking crumbling hole. As they ascended now, the crumbling of rock nearly silenced over the sound of the behemoths screeching, Selven stopped once he and Thomasin reached the precipice of the now gaping hole within the earth. He watched the battle rage on, the Demon seeming to gain strength with the more blood that was spilt. Within a moment, however, the battle was won. The winged angelic foe crumbled, large spiked horns of the demon impaled it through the heart. As the demon pierced the angel, the sky opened into a hailstorm, the ground beneath the beasts cracked even more, and the demon thrusted the dying angel into the fiery pits that grew and licked along the sides of the pit. It was as if hell celebrated the small victory. The bloodied demon looked up at them then, the black eyes of the winning tyrant soulless and the menacing smirk on its face something Selven had not seen before. Had he been a lesser man it would of made his blood run cold, however, it stirred something inside his black little heart. A deep guttural laugh seeped from the demon then, its soulless eyes unblinking as he and the bastard king stared at one another. The body of the fiend beginning to dematerialize, its to wide smile and black eyes the last to go before a menacing whisper was sent with a jolt through his mind.
"I smell your excitement.. you cannot hide from us your majesty..."
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Post by Fallen on Apr 20, 2024 5:40:33 GMT -7
"Speech."
The bastard king was restless. The otherworldly display of power and darkness beaconing to him ever since that day. It was all the talk of each and every kingdom. There was many that had converted to his allegiance now after witnessing such a brutal display of raw dark power and how easily the angelic deity fell to it. Selven found himself wondering, did everyone truly think the gods and their pets would spare them? Did he truly think he and his beloved's home would be exempt from being a battle ground? Could they protect each other if it came to be so?
The bastard snarled to himself as he rose from his position on the ground next to his Thomasin. She slumbered deeply, her corvid perched not to far from her. Though he did not rouse his bride, her faithful stirred much easier. His beady red eyes honed in on himself. Marduk cocked his head, 2 light clicks of his beak was sounded before Selven merely dipped his nose to the corvid before he began to leave he and Thomasin's chamber. Shenzie stirred nearby, the large female hyena not hesitating to take her owner's spot. Selven had no worries that his queen would be safe within their walls, but he could not deny that he felt a bit better knowing the massive canid was watching over her.
Selven headed for the free lands now, the pull of the area to strong for him to ignore now. He was not sure what he would find. Hell, he wasn't even entirely sure if he was looking for anything in particular. Was he hoping to meet that soulless fiend again? Perhaps he would find his children dead at the bottom of the crevice's, their bones turned to ash, gone forever unable to be claimed by the bastard that was he. There was no set answer for the beast as he stalked forward through the night. His every step illuminated by the bright spring moon.
The moon was still high in the clear sky as Selven came upon the cliffs. The area eerily quiet. He would be lying if he said he was surprised that the area was not teeming with curious beings. Were they afraid of what may be lingering out here in the dark? The ink and ivory bastard left his ears on a swivel as he headed straight for where the first crack had formed. Warmth could still be felt emanating from the earth. Selven snorted lightly, before he began his descent. His curiosity got the better of him.
The descent was longer than he expected. He had to focus as his heavy daggers landed precisely on every area he could step. The lightly flowing air got even warmer as he got to a relatively flat area within the massive pit. His icy eyes looked all around, fully taking in the sheer amount of destruction he stood in the midst of. There was obvious signs of the battle, craters where their bodies had been slammed into the walls, smears of black and glittering blood that had now begun to dull. Marks that could only be attributed to the massive spikes that had adorned the demons skull. Feathers still littered the ground here, the soft things a reminder of the felled beast. Selven lowered his muzzle to a cluster of them, inhaling deeply before blowing them away. He watched as they fluttered by, a small gust of warmth blowing them higher before they gently drifted back into the earth. It was as he watched it that he noticed the soft reflections along the walls of the pit. Sparkling blacks, deep mahogany, and even streaks of speckled good. The kings brow furrowed at this. The realization that the flames of hell had grew so large and hot that it created pockets of obsidian along the bottom of where he stood. Selven wondered how long this blemish upon the earth would remain, or if it would ever go away.
Soon, the king licked his lips, his mouth slightly dry as he realized the moonlight was growing fainter. How long had he been down here? mesmerized by the lingering violence and the beauty of the destruction? The king shook his crown then, his eyes looking across the glistening rock before he started his ascent once more. He wondered if his Thomasin would want to come back her, if they could somehow retrieve some of the obsidian for themselves. He had to chuckle at himself for a moment, at how absurd he may seem. Between the physicality of having to take a gracious leap back to the surface, and his trek down if anyone saw they might think him mad.
They wouldn't be to far from the truth.
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 20, 2024 12:16:24 GMT -7
the hive never spared anyone The newly appointed Helkaer general hadn't been able to rest since the death of Sly. All that remained of that haunting land was ash and ruin, with the surviving members of Oinaze displaced between Toxin Raj, Sinheim, and gods know where else. The slight against the Helkaer made her rage feel as if it was a real being standing beside her, guiding every action and every word that fell from her maw. While the wraith had tightened up her borders and heavily vetted each one of her members after the attack (including her own children), nothing could change the fact that a carefully planned murder had occurred to a prominent member of the Brotherhood. She would never forgive those who were responsible and would continue to hunt them down until her last breath.
That was why she had left her lands as dawn broke. The wind was still biting and temperatures were still chilly despite it now being spring but, none of that bothered the Helkaer. Her mind was on one thing - revenge. That thirst for blood and violence drew her hooves towards the Freelands where she hoped that loyalties were fragile and tongues were loose. Her shadow pulsed and warped behind her, personifying her wrath as she moved. Was it a byproduct of not eating? Was it real? She never knew. Truly, she didn't care. Harlan ignored the shifting shadow as she approached the Bachelor Lands. There was something she liked about the rugged and savaged landscape, and she hoped there would be young, flirtatious stallions here that she could manipulate. While she had yet to run into another soul on her travels, it was still early enough in the morning that there was time for equines to start gathering.
She settled by a slow moving stream for her and the shadow to take a moment to quench their thirst. For a moment, the wind suddenly picked up and the water looked to be having steam rise from it. Boiling? Was Harlan truly losing her mind? Magenta depths merely watched as the water suddenly calmed and began to frost at the edges. Yes, this had to be it. The alive and malignant shadow was one thing, but perhaps she was developing more hallucinations, similar to her children. As she debated whether or not this development was important to bring up to Nemesis, the ground beneath her hooves groaned. Her ears flattened back, taking a step away from the creek to now take a better look at her surroundings. There, maybe a few dozen yards away, were two large, beasts fighting. One had long, curved horns and the other had a pair of huge, magnificent wings. Were the Afterlife finally fighting their own war?
For a split second, the mortal thought about joining in. The thought of immortal blood on her tongue made her salivate. As she watched the two fight, she noticed that the clouds above them constantly shifted. One moment it was dark and inky, with streaks of lightning, then the next they would be pregnant with rain and dousing not only the pair but Harlan in a cold, freezing rain. It was a violently beautiful dance that had the Helkaer smiling to herself. There was no way for her to tell who they were or who was winning, but she couldn't tear her eyes off them as they came together again, hooves striking and teeth seeking purchase.
Just as the creatures came together, there was a boom that shook the earth and nearly brought the dappled mare to her knees. She stumbled back in shock, trying to keep her legs under her as the land under her began to split open. Her eyes widened in fascination and a touch of horror as the rugged boulders closest to her began to drop into the quickly forming crevasse. The stream no longer existed; its exit was quiet and without any fanfare. What in the fuck was going on? The crack widened, dragging in grass, small game that happened to be too close, and crumbling faster than Harlan was ready for. Her front hooves began to sink down and for a moment, she thought this was the end. The earth was going to swallow her whole and Nemesis would be alone in this battle. While she was not the best mother in the world, her four children's faces flashed in her mind's eye. She would never see what brutal and savage creatures they would become. This was it.
The thoughts and images dissipated as she fought to pull herself back and the adrenaline finally kicked in. She scrambled back, breathing hard as she did so. No, it wasn't her time. She had far too much to do. Belial, Thomasin, Adora, Sly's murderers. Unfinished business. Her head was held high as she snorted and continued to retreat from the yawning, hungry mouth of the earth. She could respect the savagery of the unnatural thing, and suddenly she understood the powers of the Afterlife - why Sly had chosen to align the Helkaer with the Underworld. While the Brotherhood was proud, they would indeed need help against this kind of enemy. Now the wraith saw it with her own eyes.
Before she could be sacrificed to the blackness, the Helkaer turned back towards home at a breakneck pace. While she was sure Nemesis understood the true threat and power of the Afterlife, she needed to tell the Commander what she saw. Just to be sure. The Brotherhood needed to be ready.
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 20, 2024 12:35:54 GMT -7
the hive never spared anyone After discussing what the wraith had witnessed with her Commander, she made her way back towards the scene of the insanity. She brought her favorite son - Theseus - with her so he could begin to understand what this war may cost Wild Equines as a whole. He was still a gangly yearling though the speckled colt was starting to fill out. He had a quiet, cold, and calculating air about him that Harlan was determined to cultivate. Perhaps one day far, far into the future, he would take her place in the Brotherhood. Perhaps. He still had a long way to grow into what he could be, it was all about keeping an eye on him.
Mother and son left before dawn yet again, leaving their wolves behind and moving in silence. Those split eyes took in their travels with curiosity, filing away all the information he was absorbing. They didn't bother searching the other lands for the damage they expected to find in the Bachelor Lands. In the General's opinion, it wasn't necessary. She knew what destruction she saw and wanted the colt to feel the touch of fear and awe that she did. His reaction would tell her more about his character than her describing it to him. The weather began to warm as they traveled, though a dead wind hit them as they crossed the borders into the once rugged lands.
The wraith and yearling stood on a knoll as they looked down onto the landscape. Harlan felt that savage fascination she had felt previously, and the colt was stunned. He had been told stories of the Afterlife, but it had been hard for his young brain to truly understand their powers and strength. Now, he could see that the lands had almost been split into two. Some of the mountainside had been ripped down and dropped into the cavernous tear in the earth. The edges were jagged and clearly ready to inhale more earth and creatures into its maw. He could only stare at the destruction in front of him, still struggling to wrap his head around those powerful being that had destroyed the land.
The General took in the sight, unsurprised that the earth hadn't even tried to recover. She suspected that it never would. Her magenta eyes, void of emotion, turned to the yearling. Well? Theseus continued to absorb the destruction before turning to his mother with anger painting his features. What gave them the right? What did innocent mortals do to deserve this? Would Utopia try to repair the damage that they have done? The Helkaer let loose and humorless laugh as she shook her head. No, child. They will not. Why would they? We are all fighting the war for them and when they finally decide it is time to join the fray, they don't care about how we will all recover.
Theseus looked even angrier at her response, snorting in irritation. If they are so "pure and good" they should fix this. Isn't that what they preach? Harlan was mildly surprised at his thought process, a sharp-edged grin crossing her white lips. It's good that he already held contempt for Utopia at such a young age. Exactly. They are hypocrites. They lie. That is why we chose to fight with the Underworld. That is why, if such a thing every happens again, you will also choose to side with Lord Xerxes. Theseus went silent again, his rage almost palpable as the pair looked back onto the scar that now tore about the land. Yes, they would continue to assist the Underworld in their war with Utopia. Why wouldn't they?
TIMELINE Beginning of Act 3, after Sly's death [after about a week since 1st post], Theseus is about a year old ➳ T e c h n o ➳ more mentions of Nemesis
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 20, 2024 12:54:33 GMT -7
I had been embracing this war with an undercurrent of being reasonable and typically resorting back to my spy training, but now the rage and thirst for violence had taken over since my imprisonment. I expected to still have residual problems with the Neutral lands or Vojorn, but being taken by a Light mare? It was simply fucking rude and uncalled for. She hadn't even chosen a side! My kidnapping wasn't even related to the war! It was purely because she could. A part of me could respect that, but most of just wanted to target Sunset Shores and tear apart her carefully crafted "peace" in her land. The painted mare most likely didn't know about my extensive training and the fact that I could hold a long, violent grudge. But she would find out soon enough. I stalked through the Freelands, almost hoping that that bitch was out as well. She wouldn't travel to the Dark lands, but it was likely she would be haunting the unallied territories. If I found her here, I wouldn't hold back this time, politics be damned. I had almost grew bored when I heard angry squeals and.. the crash of thunder? On a bright, cheery spring day? My curiosity was piqued and I was ready to help in a fight simply to burn off the anger I felt. That is, if one of them was pledged to the Underworld. I pushed through a thick grove of trees and saw a violently beautiful sight - two Afterlife equines working to draws blood from each other. Both had horns adorning their crowns, so I had not even a slight indication of who they could be fighting for. Though I suspected that neither of them would stop to inform me. They were far too focused on tearing each other apart. While I craved some violence, for a moment, I was satisfied to watch. If the Utopian supporter won, perhaps I could step in and damage the idiot even further before they would (likely) kill me or take my soul. Wouldn't that be fun to report back to Queen Thomasin? The thunder crashed again and with a glance of my silvery gaze, I saw a thick gathering of dark clouds above the pair. The rest of the sky was clear, which was quite interesting. This must be what they meant by Afterlife powers. How were mortals expected to fight these beings? That didn't sound quite fair. Would I even be able to harm them? I let my thoughts wander as thick, heavy snow began to fall around me. ...Snow? I stuck my tongue out to taste the fluffy and freezing phenomena, snorted when I realized that it tasted of sulfur. How interesting. The pair came together, both screaming for violence and I was shocked to feel an earthquake beneath my hooves. First thunder, snow, and now an earthquake? Astonishing! My admiration quickly disappeared as I realized that the earth between my legs began to violently rip open, dragging the landscape down with it. I danced forward before I was sucked into it, quickly backing up as the crack spread with a surprising speed. Rocks, creeks, trees, small woodland creatures were eaten by the bottomless abyss that was formed in the crevasse. How far would it spread? Would it engulf all of Wild Equines? Would this battle cause the end of the world? I didn't want to stick along to find out. Seeing nobody near by that I recognized, I took off. I didn't bother to see who had let out that long, painful scream as I ran. No, it wasn't important in this moment. My survival instinct had kicked in as I pushed my body to its limits and headed back toward Grim Isle. Did Kladdan and Galdr know about this potential type of destruction? Would our home be destroyed like this land was? Would we even be able to rebuild the island? Would we be swallowed by the darkness and the sea? There were too many questions, and I didn't want to hear the answers. I just needed to get home. SpeechTIMELINE Act 3, after being released by Adora JUNI! for heavy mentions of Adora lolol
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 20, 2024 13:58:59 GMT -7
Prompt 2
Your character has decided to take action on some new information related to the war. Taking prisoners is in high demand. There's whispers that it might even earn them status amongst their allies. Your character traverses behind enemy lines in an attempt to claim an NPC prisoner (as if you are writing out a steal IC). Does your character succeed? Are they caught in the act and have to fight off the enemy directly? Or maybe they find themselves as a prisoner themselves... if you are required to make multiple posts, consider factors such as travelling to enemy territory and their plan, enacting their plan, and the like. You can also consider them attempting a second time after a previous attempt has either succeeded or failed.You have until April 30th, 2024 at 15:00:00 GMT-6 to complete your post.
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 21, 2024 14:07:04 GMT -7
This was not really up his alley. To be fair, being involved in any of this conflict wasn't really his thing. But attempting to take someone prisoner, even less so. He had known in the years of his youth, as his family members had tirelessly worked to prepare him for the day he would one day take the crown, that he would be required to be involved in contention. In fact, such strife might make a habit of even seeking him out - that was just part of being a king. He had made the decision to participate in this war, when it hadn't been required of him, to support an individual who had supported him in the past. Initially, he had not known what his aid would look like - he was trained in battle, but he was far from an adept soldier. He was ordinarily a level-headed individual, but he was certain that his charisma only extended so far, and he wouldn't be able to talk down all his opponents. He was no sleuth, unable to sneak behind enemy lines and attempt to gain an advantage, such as through the means of stealing an opponent. But despite all these disadvantages, he was trying. He had to at least try, otherwise, what good was he to anyone?
He blew out a stressed puff of air as he stalked his way towards enemy territory, under the cover of the night. The moon was a mere sliver, reflecting off a minimal amount of light, which was helpful. With the way Avinash's pelt was splashed in ivory, he often stood out when there was much moonlight - it bounced off of his patches, it shone. So he was grateful that tonight, the moon was dying... Keeping things dark enough for him to stay (somewhat) concealed, but light enough that he could still see. He wasn't one to usually be wandering around at midnight, after all... So this entire thing was foreign to him. But that being said, for he lacked experience in stealing, he had gathered that his best tactic would be to try to complete this quietly. At seventeen hands high he was by no means a small individual, but he wasn't huge enough that he could expect to trounce into another's dominion, bully his way around multiple individuals and drag someone out by their ear. Which he was still imagining he might have to do in order to get someone to come with him anyways... But that's why he had rounded up several of the guards from Meraki Woods in order to assist him in this endeavour. They would not cross the boundaries into the enemy's sector, for he feared that travelling in a group would make them far more easily detectable. Rather, they would be planted on the outskirts, waiting for Avinash's signal to help, should he be successful in finding a target.
As he trudged through the mud, the consequence of winter quickly melting away, he realized he felt silly. Silly for partaking in something that was so evidently not in his skillset. But at the very least, he supposed, he would show others that he was not one who was just going to stand by. He halted hastily. They had reached their destination. He turned and gave a nod to his comrades, who slunk away quietly, looking for cover. Then, his careful, sage-hued optics scanned the surroundings before him, confirming that there was no one in the immediate vicinity. He pushed forwards. Silently, attentively. His harks swivelled almost constantly, on high alert for any sounds that might indicate someone nearby. His voids were constantly dashing about, searching desperately in the dark treeline. This place was forested, but it was not so nearly as dense as his home. Not nearly as capable of hiding an equine's body within it. The issue he had here was that this environment was far less flat - it had small hills and rugged drops, meaning that he could not always see what was just beyond the crests before him. He was careful each time he had to come to the top of one of these bluffs, moving painfully slowly, only just peeking his eyes over the top before he moved on. If he didn't move more quickly, it would be daylight before he got this done. He refrained from grumbling, knowing he would have to be more efficient. So, he pressed onwards on this path - stopping, listening, then moving forwards. Peeking over the hill before advancing. His trek became almost methodical as he continued deeper into the enemy territory. Which in reality, was a mistake - because he failed to realize how his efforts had caused him to begin to strain, and as a result, his breaths had gone heavy. Crap, he thought, noticing how loud his inhalations and exhalations were as he reached the tip of another slope. He stopped before its crest, trying to catch his breath and breathe more inaudibly before he moved onwards. But what he didn't know was that even just his breathing had alerted the vigilant guards that patrolled this land. For when he finally peeked his dial over the ascent, he froze - a lone equine was standing on the other side at its base, glaring up at him. Avinash's mind reeled as he immediately considered his options. He could run - but that was likely the cowardly response, and the noise from his escape might bring the attention to others. He could fight - there was only one of them, after all. And perhaps his training would give him enough to get through this. He could try using this equine as the one he stole, completing the whole reason he was here. He wasn't sure if in his brief moments of consideration he had missed a signal sent, or if these individuals were just that well-trained... But almost without reason, before his very eyes, two more guards began wandering forwards through the trees behind the first. Now, it was three on one. Well... CRAP. Avinash's mind thought as the trio headed in his direction...
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Post by A z z y on Apr 23, 2024 6:01:01 GMT -7
Dusk had fallen over Rain Forest Beach, the low hanging mist traversed the shoreline, blurring the lines of the ocean and the sand. The sun was little more than a distant glowing orb, the veil of cloud masking it's waning ferocity. Avversaria inhaled deeply, her ashen nasal passages flexing then shivering as she exhaled the saline salted oxygen. She was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, to deliver her retribution, to bring glory to Sly's death. It didn't matter which inhabitants crossed her path, she would take the first she saw. King, Queen, Princess or Pauper, all were fair game. The moist expanse of her vernacular slithered from behind her clasped enamels, slickening the curve of her voluptuous lips as she moved across the mist riddled sands, the ocean breeze carried her perfume away from the Isle, the sound of the crashing waves masked her footfalls upon the sediment below and her breath alike. Those glowing golden optics shone in the ever darkening murk, her course changing suddenly as she diverted quickly into the shadows of the jungle. Avversaria dropped her nape low, dipping under serpent like vines that threatened to strangle her unless she stooped further down.
As she moved through the darkness, methodically placing each footfall with precision and care, those golden depths found the lone figure of what Avversaria could only assume to be some sort of lady in waiting, a fair maiden that was either daughter of the regent or simply a noblewoman. Avversaria studied her from the gloom, remaining downwind of the creature as she dawdled by the flowers, white petals and the heady scent of jasmine lingered in the air, masking the scent of imminent danger. Avversaria dwelled briefly on her plan of action - she had come alone, a dangerous tactic given how readily the innocent and pacifist Nixi had ended Sly. Avversaria did not doubt she would be quickly despatched should she be discovered. And so, she waited, shrouded in darkness, merely watching the other mare as she paced lazily along the sand tracks, gathering flowers along the way. Once some distance had been put between them, did Avversaria charge forwards. Yet her features were donned with concern, loyalty shining in her optics, a brief dip of her crown given. A lie, a facade, but she had to try.
My lady, she began, standing in front of the stranger. Queen Nixi has sent me, we are under attack from the West of the lands, demons have arrived… Avversaria hid her glee as the shock and fear carved itself into the other woman's features. Really? Oh no, I must - Avversaria cut her short, her mass positioned to guide her away from the path she had taken but along a new one, one she herself would prefer for the exit could be seen through the foliage, a distant circle of light through the blackened tunnel of the jungle. There is no time, Nixi has instructed me to get you all to safety before it is too late - the other mare bobbed her atlas, readying to move off before she turned, her gaze narrowing upon Avversaria for a moment. I don't recognise you, you are not one of the Knights or - Avversaria shook her head, a gentle smile curling those lying lips. I am new to the Knights Order, this is my first assignment, please… she gestured urgently to the path once more. The mare seemed to study her for a moment before feeling satisfied with the answer Avversaria had given. The other equine extended her limbs briskly into a duo beat, Avversaria following quickly behind. The two moved silently in tandem, Avversaria correcting the mare when she innocently deviated from the chosen route.
After a moment, the two emerged on the beach, crossing the border of the royal lands and into the freelands. The other mare halted, turning to stare at the Light Royal Lands with worry carved along her features. I do hope they are alright, where are they - before she could finish her sentence, Avversaria had rounded her side, rising briefly onto her hind limbs to allow her ease in delivering a blow to the other beast's temple. The mare hit the ground with a thud, her breath still entering and exiting her lungs. Sleep, for now, Avversaria murmured, moving around the unconscious maiden. You will wish yourself to stay asleep when you wake… and with that, she gripped the lengths of the mare's ivory tail and dragged. It would be a long trek to the Outlands, as long as no one intercepted her, she could deliver this bench to Nemesis… a sign of her fealty to the newly appointed Commander of the brotherhood…
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Apr 23, 2024 23:11:29 GMT -7
Boudicca inhaled quietly, her ribcage rising and lowering with her subsequent exhalation, at a slow rate. She was positioned within some dense brush, concealed from prying eyes, unless they looked hard enough. Even in the shadows she should not fully hide her white markings, which were stark against her deep mahogany coat. White tipped auds were pressed back along her lowered, serpentine shaped neck. Her expression was fierce and cold as her narrowed turquoise globes watched the path before her. She watched as hefty built stallions came and exchanged posts. Two large black stallions with feathered feet relieved the two standing there previously. She had been there since the sun was just passed the highest point in the sky and, finally, it was making its decent beyond the horizon. When night fell, she would make her move, but until then.. she would remain still and quiet. The Neutral Queen had been given some curious information on a certain place. A dirty, nightmareish place called The Whore House. The Queen, having been awarded her position at the start of the war, had yet to travel to and to learn of every place in her new homelands. The person described tales of horror, misfortune, trickery, and the most heinous crimes. She was told there were many a slave and prisoner there, but it was no sex club. It was no better than being locked in a cell in the pits of Hell. No way in and no way out without the assistance of those with knowledge of the place. Boudicca had naturally been enraged to hear this, and the equine warned her not to enter there, and do not get caught in the place for you would surely be trapped there. Possibly, the worst part, would be the fact no one would know where she had gone. The warning should have deterred her completely, but there had been an itch that needed scratching. The itch was war and all that went with it. Despite having stayed true to neutrality, she could not help her sense of justice. Even if she did not find a captive of the neutral kingdom, perhaps she could use her keen sense of observation to discover who was important and who was not.. she could take a prisoner. Of course, they would be treated with the utmost dignity within Meraki Woods, but if she could somehow scratch this itch and prove herself useful in the art of war… why not? The why not was something she had considered, but perhaps not enough. She had designated a support team from within the neutral kingdom to meet her at this spot when the moon had reached a quarter of the way in the sky. They would wait for her here, and if she did not return by dawn, then they knew what was likely to have occurred and to send word to King Avinash. With that thought, she tilted her dome up a mere few centimeters to check the status of the sun and moon. The sun had trailed off to sleep, leaving the world in a cold blue hue as it prepared for the moon watch over earth. Boudicca’s gaze slipped back to the guards, who seemed to be oddly still, perhaps dozing off? Just then, one turned to the other and began to make a joke perhaps, as the other laughed lowly. With the added sound of laughter, Boudicca backed up carefully and moved off away from the border of the lands. On her way in she had passed a nearly dried up, stagnant pond. It’s edged left with a sour, murky black mud which had a pungent, purulent scent. Boudicca had noted that she should disguise herself, or at least her scent as best as she could. It did not take her long to catch the scent of the mud and found to way to the edge. As she stepped forward into the black mud, she began to sink deep. She quickly lowered herself and rolled, covering herself in the foul smelling black mud. With her body taking up more space, she sank less, and she took the opportunity to rub her face into the mud. She held her breath and she did so, for the funk of a thousand years must have been hiding in the mud, of which she released upon stepping into it. Quickly she arose and scrambled to solid ground before she could sink deeper into the mud. With that, she made her way to another section of the border of this Whore House. It was not difficult to cross the border, but the land was difficult to traverse. The forest was dense, as dense as the depths of Meraki in some places, but the foreignness of the forest at night was something she did not anticipate. There was something.. amiss. She slowed her careful, heel to toe, steps and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as a puff of, what looked to be, smoke wafted up toward the night sky in a beam of moonlight that peered through the trees. The hairs on the crest of her neck and spine began to rise instinctually. She turned her head forward and inhaled as deeply and quietly as she could. As she released the breath, she found her resolve and continued forward. But she should not shake the feeling as though she was being watched.. or followed. After what felt like an eternity, she found herself on the edge of the forest, peering across the way at a structure. It looked somewhat dilapidated, but insidious. Between her and that structure was a hill or some kind of trench..? She could not tell, the moonlight seemed to be gone, perhaps from clouds rolling before the moon. Hiding it’s ever watchful gaze from her fate. Her skin crawled as she tried to think of her next move, but the feeling was almost overwhelming… like someone or something was looming over her. Just watching. She stood still as she scanned the area for guards or anyone that might her to be caught, but no soul seemed to be walking the night besides herself. So why did she feel like that..? Her question seemed to be answered almost immediately with a deep, rumbling chuckle echoed from behind her. The menacing sound stole the breath from her lungs, her eyes grew wide, and she turned without thinking of the sound her quick hooves in the soil would make. Her heart thudded in her chest and pounded in her ears as her eyes, the size of saucers now, searched for it’s source. She scanned the forest and found nothing aside from the sound of the breeze gently swooshing through the trees. Boudicca attempted to swallow the rock-hard lump in her throat, her eyes watching with such intensity while she turned back to her mission. She blinked when taking the final few steps, just to be face to face with an amused, but ominous looking beast. Skin like white porcelain, with red swirled markings, and as her eyes met his, her heart plummeted into the depths of her chest. Soulless, white orbs peered back at her. The beast titled it’s massively antlered dome and a baleful smirk grew on the beasts dark lips. ”Clever girl,” The deep Irish brogue of the beast before her echoed off the trees and seemed to bounce off the walls of her auditory canals. ”A mistake this was.. what have I done?” she thought and his dome snapped the other direction and a mocking laugh erupted from his cavernous throat. ”Mistake, indeed. Make shitty choi-” The words echoed in her mind and she knew what he was instantly. A disciple of the devil himself. But a moment later, she realized the words cut off and she blinked. Her face as neutral as she could manage as she stared at the stallion who was looking at her with disgust and indignation. ”By the Gods..” He coughed, ”You smell like proper shit, girl.” He said, almost choking on the smell of the foul mud all over her. The stallion shook his head and groaned, and without thinking, she turned on her heels and darted into the forest. She did not wait to see if the beast was hot on her heels or not, but she was moving. Her swift, surefootedness coming in handy as she weaved between the trees. If she could just make anyone else she encountered nearly lose their lunch over her scent she might be okay… if she could make it to the border. She had to keep pushing and she had to make it, for whatever fate lay behind her was sure to end with her dome on a stake by the looks alone of that fellow. words;; 1464 timeline;; Amaranthine War, Act III character;; Boudicca tag;; @ group thread participants notes;; talk
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Post by A z z y on Apr 24, 2024 5:30:08 GMT -7
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The snow speckled fiend stood within the shadows of the woodland that surrounded Toxin Raj. Dawn was soon approaching, the obsidian abyss above beginning to fade into pastel golds that dissipated towards the heavens and a deep line of blood red claret that bled from the horizon upwards. The birds had not yet begun their dawn chorus, the silence of the night still held fast. Everest was here out of necessity - to take more from the Versai, to remind them that there was one facet of Xerxes’ bloodline that could not be erased, that would not fall at their feet. They could not kill him for he had never lived, but the blood that rotted in his veins was the same blood they had spilled twice over on their lands. Xerxes had clued Everest in on what had come to pass - the death of his half brother and the subsequent curse that Xerxes had placed upon the Versai lands. His presence here was a double edged attack - not only would it strengthen the curse, but it would be a reminder to the Versai that they would never receive peace from the Underworld, from him. They would never be able to sleep soundly, to live safely, to love without complications. Everest would haunt them, he would ensure that they never rested, nothing would put out the burning ire he felt towards them.
Everest moved through the woodland silently, undetected, each footfall placed meticulously upon the moss strewn floor. He didn't care who's soul he plucked from their body, he didn't care which of the sisterhood intercepted him for he would split them in two. None knew of him, his wrath, his determination. If it had been him in his father's place, he would have made this plague look like a summer's breeze. The world was not prepared for the beast that Utopia had released, and worse, played a role in his evolution to what he was now. They had moulded him, without realising, they had developed him into the well oiled war machine he now was. Did they have any idea that their actions would lead to this? Everest grinned, a maniacal line that cut up the handsome contours of his features, those ice blue optics scouring the murk of the realm around him. Flicking his obsidian cords against his hocks, he pressed on deeper into enemy territory, no care or consideration given for who, or what, he might encounter…
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Post by A z z y on Apr 24, 2024 6:06:37 GMT -7
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Had she have been in Lyracor, he'd have torn the soul from Dahlia, irrespective of her wants or wishes, regardless of what she wanted. She was his blood, his niece effectively. She was blood of the Underworld and if she believed, if her mother or that waste of skin Xovad, believed she could choose Utopia, they were all sorely mistaken. Luckily for her though, she was safe behind allied lands, tucked away with the Helkaer. He would cross that bridge in due course, but for now, his sights were elsewhere. He continued his venture, deeper and deeper into the lands that were poisoned further simply by him being here. His ghost like embodiment shifted through the timbers, a perk of his state of being. He was eerie, ethereal, a poltergeist that would haunt these lands for as long as he physically could. As long as he was able to. His inability to touch, to physically interact with the mortals and their world may have been a hindrance to a lesser being, but Everest was more than just his physical embodiment. No, there was much much more to him, much more he could use to his advantage than his brawn and imposing height.
The heir of the dragon moved on, his sights seeking any lone equines galavanting under the rising sun. He moved through the light and through the shadows simultaneously, as if he was made from the shadows itself. As if his father had answered his calls, as if this time he truly cared about his location, a youngster emerged. No more than two years old, the filly idled through the woodland, picking at the emerald blades, nosing at the berries that hung off the boughs of bushes. Everest watched, motionless, silent, his cerulean optics two lasers that were honed in upon her as if she was the only thing of importance in this world. And for now, she was. Pssssst, he hissed, standing slightly so that the halcyon rays of dawn pierced through his being, whilst the shadows of the night obscured the rest of him. The mare startled, shying violently away from him before settling, her gaze narrowing upon him. Young she might have been, but foolish she was not Utopia! Rasa! Cadence! her shrill cries would have been enough to rouse the Versai to his presence, but unlike his father and brother, they could do nothing to him. Go on, shout a little louder, he hissed, stepping towards her dangerously. Let them really know the danger you are in…
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