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Post by aliyaah on Apr 17, 2024 8:11:54 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Castiel ( fleabittengray) and Selven ( Fallen). Prompt: Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than August 17th, 2024.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 25, 2024 5:20:14 GMT -7
[attr="class", casMain] [attr="class", casPost]It was morning in the mortal world, the sun's rays just barely breaking through the mist that settled over Geysir that morning. It was a chilly morning, the boiling hot water in the geysers making the air a bit humid despite the chill. Castiel wondered what wandering this place as a mortal must have been like. Having to worry about being boiled alive if you took a wrong steps must be intimidating. As if to acknowledge his thoughts, the earth rumbled beneath his hooves and to his right, one of they geysers erupted. He paused in his walking to watch the spray of liquid going several feet up into the air. His blue eyes went up toward the sky, watching as the water reached for it if only for a moment before it was sinking back down into the earth. Geysir was never a quiet place, always with the constant rumble of water beneath their hooves. It was rumored that the voices of those who had passed could be heard as the hot springs erupted again and again. Castiel didn't know if that was true. If it was true, where did those voices come from? Utopia? The Underworld? Or the Mists? Did the Mists have the ability to interact with the living world as much as it did with the Afterlife? He'd always assumed it was just an Afterlife thing, but then he'd heard the rumors about Geysir and he'd started to wonder about it. He knew he could, perhaps, as Rasa about what she thought but it could wait until after the war was over. She was much to busy to be bothered with such things right now. Once the geyser to his right had settled back beneath the earth again, the edges of the pool dampened by water, Castiel looked forward and began to walk again. He kept his white wings tucked against his sides, the mist swirling around his legs as he moved. If he'd been mortal, he would be sweating by now from the humidity of this place, but instead his varnish coat was pristine. The end of the light blue ribbon that he had braided through his mane fluttered against his neck, tickling him. It was almost peaceful, walking through here, if not for the war. Being a soldier of Utopia, Castiel knew that he had to keep a close eye out for the Underworld supporters. There was no telling just what they would do to get a win in this war, after all... Castiel | 419 | Fallen w/ Selven notes | let's get this goin'! timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, morning terms | TBD "Speech"[attr="class", casImage] [attr="class", casName] Castiel
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Post by Fallen on Apr 25, 2024 17:10:08 GMT -7
"Speech."
Once again the bastard king, Selven, was out and about prowling. Blazing blue eyes were wide, his heavy crown held high atop the apex of his neck. Had the beast of a king been anything other than equine the fur along his neck would be raised, hackles shivering in anticipation of sporadic and random violence. He stalked about the free lands at this moment, his slick scar littered pelt glistening from the thin layer of sweat that was beginning to build along the contours of his frame. Lightly feathered hooves rose and his limbs snapped high as he paraded now, the sun beating down upon him in the high morning.
As he entered the realm of geyser, he could feel the trembling of the earth. He could feel the sheer power of the monuments before one erupted not to far from him. The beast inhaled deeply, letting the humid air fill his lungs as much as it could. The now 16 year old stallion was no stranger to this humidity. Having resided within equally hot and humid swamp land as well as frozen desert, his body was more readily equipped for these harsh conditions than the average joe. The bastard king snorted harshly as he whipped his massive heap of locks and coils from his eye, the weighted dreads of hair smacking against his skin like a branch. The porcelain pieces of bone that were lost within his mane chiming together at the force of the motion. As Selven looked to his right, where the erupted geyser had now cooled, he caught sight of another. At first it looked like a seemingly normal beast; tan front with ivory else where. It as not until the other beast stepped closer that the dark bastard realized the other was not just white everywhere else, it was winged. Selven's thorns immediately slammed against his crown, his lips threatening to curl in a snarl.
The ink and ivory colored bastard spun on his haunches to face the strangers path head on. Yet, as he made his move to intercept the beast he hesitated. The being before him did not carry the stench of hell. no, it was feathered like the angel that was felled near the cliffs. The bastard king's face contorted into something vicious, a wave of uncertainty rumbling in his gut but he dared not let it rise to the surface. He had seen what two immortals could do to one another... what could an angel do to him? A mere king of mongrels? Selven's crown cocked to the side, his thorns seemingly vanished within his head of locks before his thick accented voice rang out above the roar of the geysers.
"You there, vermin of the sky!" Selven spat with a mocking ring along his lips, "Come to follow in the steps of your friend and get smeared across the earth?" Selven's teeth snapped together like a vicious wolf, taunting its prey. "Come now, you feathered pest. Begone from my path." The king hissed now, his boisterousness coming two fold as another geyser erupted close by, the steam and heat kissing his hide leaving wetness in its wake. Selven encroached however, the idea of taking down a literal angel making him salivate as he could only imagine what their golden blood would taste like. "Or not... your wings would be a lovely addition to my mantle."
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Post by fleabittengray on May 2, 2024 13:18:51 GMT -7
[attr="class", casMain] [attr="class", casPost]The war was taking a great toll on everyone, be they Utopians and their allies or the Underworld and their allies. In war, Castiel knew, there was never a true winner. There was only chaos and bloodshed until it was all over and the warrior angel desperately hoped that this would all be over soon. Of course, being a member of Utopia, he hoped that they were announced as winners in this war but he also knew that there was still a very high chance, a very possible risk, of the Underworld winning. Castiel could only do so much, as a single entity, to help Rasa and Cadence win this endless war. It is the right thing to do, he thought, breathing in deeply and letting out the breath slowly. It was as he stood gazing at the now settled geyser that he heard a sound like... like bones rattling against each other. It made his stomach churn uneasily, ears turning toward the sound, listening. Something in his gut told him to look in the direction the sound had come from, to peer through the mist and humidity. Quickly, his blue gaze came to settle upon a black and white behemoth, ivory bones twisted and knotted into his black tressed. Castiel was very still as he watched the other beast, wondering if he should call out for the other or hope to not be noticed himself. He began to walk again, slowly, quietly, his eyes fixed on the stranger. When the overo brute looked over at him, Castiel felt himself tense but he kept sight of the tension free from his face. He knew the second the stranger realized what he was; when his eyes traced over the white, feathered wings tucked neatly against his sides the other man's ears pinned flat against his skull, a wicked look etching itself across his maw. Castiel's eyes narrowed but he did not stop. He was not afraid. Not even as the other stallion turned himself to place his frame directly in Castiel's path. The angel's steps did not falter for a single step, only coming to a halt when he was a mere few paces away from the stranger. "You there, vermin of the sky!" Castiel allowed himself a bitter chuckle in acknowledgment of the insult. Words were painless. He had suffered much worse things than insults from the mouths of mortals before. "Come to follow in the steps of your friend and get smeared across the earth?" The angel shook his head, calm and focused. "Wasn't the plan for today, I'm afraid," he spoke, and though his tone was calm, it was also cold. This was no doubt a supporter of the Underworld, and Castiel was going to remember him from this day onward. "Come now, you feathered pest. Begone from my path." The words were punctuated by another geyser erupting nearby, close enough to splatter the other with boiling droplets along his scarred pelt. Castiel noted how he did not flinch. "You placed yourself in my path, yet demand I am the one to move?" He sneered, icy gaze carefully watching the other. He looked ready to strike - Castiel was sure that he would. Or not... your wings would be a lovely addition to my mantle."Castiel smirked, his head slowly snaking out toward the slightly taller beast, teeth snapping in his direction in warning. "Go on, then. Come and take them," he dared the beast, his muscles tensed and ready to leap into action at the first sign of a fight from this brute. Castiel | 596 | Fallen w/ Selven notes | xxx timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, morning terms | 3 hits and 1 dodge, no time limit between posts "Speech"[attr="class", casImage] [attr="class", casName] Castiel
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