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Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Castiel (fleabittengray ) and Venari (Zohyd// ) 

Prompt:

Venari has finally been freed from Utopia thanks to the trade organized between the two warring sides. That being said, due to their prolonged time spent in the heavens, they aren't feeling all that forgiving towards the Utopians and their sympathizers... So when Venari finds Castiel somewhere that he absolutely does not belong, she ensures he goes no further. 

This thread can become a battle should you so choose. 

This will be Castiel's second encounter for Act 3, and Venari's first. 

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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He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire

A little under a week had passed since Castiel's encounter with Selven, the Dark King. He was still feeling the effects of their fight, and it had left him wanting more. He knew that a mortal could not easily sneak into The Howling Keep, but as an angel with wings, things might be a little easier for him - in theory, at least. He figured he could possibly get some information while he was here, something to bring back to Rasa and Cadence. Utopia was suffering in this war and the angelic warrior wanted to do everything in his power to make it more feasible for them to win the war. It wasn't looking that great, but maybe there were more Utopia supporters in the mortal realm than he knew of. But he wondered what the point of winning the war would be if the Utopians themselves didn't do anything to help it. Where were all of the angels? He had yet to really run into anyone else out here, other than mortals who had pledged themselves to Utopia for the war. Where were the other warriors? Where were those that had promised themselves to Rasa? Nowhere to be seen or heard from. It angered him. Rasa wasn't perfect, but she was a good leader and had always been good to him and the others in Utopia. He figured he had every right to be upset.

Flying above The Howling Keep, Castiel kept himself hidden in the clouds. The sun was set so there was less of a chance of anyone seeing him in the sky, but still, he wanted to be careful. He surveyed the land as best he could in the dark and so high up above it and in between all of the trees. He didn't see much movement down below, in a section about mid-way between the border and the heart of the lands. It was now or never, he supposed. Skillfully, the angel dove down toward the trees, ducking in between them and landing smoothing. Twigs snapped beneath his hooves, but that was okay. He couldn't avoid every little twig and branch in such a small area, after all.

Shadows surrounded him. His eyes adjusted to the light after a moment and he breathed in the scents of trees and leaves and a hint of floral scents as well. He wondered if he would be caught while he was here, and if so, by who. Hopefully, it would just be some mortal that he would easily be able to fly away from, if he had to or wanted to.

Castiel | 433 | Zohyd// w/ Venari
notes | kept his injuries for the selven thread vague since the battle hasn't finished yet
timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, evening, 5 days after his battle with Selven
"Speech"

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[Zohyd//]

Freedom. So refreshing. Too long she had been kept in the cells of Utopia with Everest. All prisoners of war were in their rightful homes and battles were breaking out. Venari was eager to make up for time away. She had been so restricted and useless- but that was no longer the case. The nineteen point one hand fiend was doing rounds in the mortal realms. While her relation with the Dark Queen and King was not existent, they were allies and family. Thomasin being from Akroma just as herself. Perhaps eventually they would get to formally meet and do whatever it was sisters did, but with the peak of the war knocking at everyone's door now was not the time. Venari would happily patrol the lands of the mortal allies though. To protect or looking for a fight was the question that not even she could answer. She would do whatever it took to win this war and seek revenge on those that had held her captive for so long.

Ivory and ebon frame moved throughout the game trail within the forested lands of The Howling Keep. She knew Thomasin and Selven had their own guards but their capabilities would fall short to her own. Perhaps a bit egotistical but there was truth to the thoughts of the fiend. Her powers of possession and negatively influencing others just a scratch on the surface to what the daughter of the Underworld was capable of. Silvery gaze scanned the shadowy terrain before her. Trunks, foliage, nocturnal creatures. All things seemingly to be in their place and nothing to raise an alarm over. Her plan was to spend a few hours here before moving to another Dark territory and then continue the rotation. She'd return to the Underworld at the end of a few rotations to make sure she recharged and stayed in peak strength. Never again would she put herself in a damning position from being away from home for too long.

A sudden commotion and breaking of twigs caught her attention. Gait picking up to a thrice beat as her muscles warmed up and relaxed beneath her frame. The source of the branches breaking was unknown but it was enough to warrant her attention. Within seconds her vision caught sigh of a pale creature with feathered wings. Shadowy marks painted across their frame telling her they were multicolored. Her mind could match a few feathered wings and painted bodies to The Underworld but knew very well this could equally be a Utopian supporter. Nineteen point one hand frame surged forward a little more as she closed the distance between the two of them fast should the creature wish to exit stage left.

Refined frame slid to a halt as her gaze landed upon the unknown creature. His stench was that of Utopia and immediately her silver gaze began to shift black as rage started settling over her. Audits became laced to her skull, tucked tightly behind her curled horns. She was uniquely marked, almost opposite of a blanketed appaloosa two-thirds of her frame dipped in ivory while the back half along her haunches and limbs were splashed in the darkest of ebon. Three single lines, both straight and a single peak adorned her lanky limbs in the opposite color. Black markings upon her facade resembled skull like markings and war paint around her eyes. She was the epitome of a daughter to the Lord of the Underworld. She lacked warmth and friendliness. Her very bodice formed into that of a demoness killer to rule all others.

Her gaze lingered upon the smaller angel before her, part of her upper lip almost snarling at the winged creature and his surely unwanted presence. There is bold and then there is just plain stupid. Clearly you fall in the latter of the two if you think you can waltz into The Howling Keep freely. What's your purpose? Should it be to bring harm to any inhabitants here then I'm going to let you know right now- I will not let that happen. Venari's words were cold, an obvious choice given her finding of an enemy behind friendly lines.


ooc; fleabittengray - she is not happy about his appearance teehee!

[fleabittengray]

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He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire

His hooves shifted, carrying him forward. Moonlight struggled to reach through the thick canopy created by the treetops, but there was just enough light to have an idea of where he was going. He kept his wings tucked tightly against his sides, not wanting to get them caught on anything and risk injuring himself worse than he already was. At least being in Utopia was helping him to heal, but he was also spending much more time in the mortal world - perhaps stupidly, not allowing himself to heal as properly as he otherwise would have. He just wanted to help Rasa and Cadence and what remained of the Utopian allies. It weighed heavily on his soul that there were so many that did not like Utopia, or Rasa in particular. They simply did not know her! To side with the Underworld just because you did not like one of the Utopian leaders also seemed ridiculous to him. Why would anyone want to align themselves with heathens and hellhounds?

He did not hear the approaching mare, Fiend as she was, but he caught on the ever changing wind the scent of sulfur - and a familiar scent of the maiden known as Venari. Until recently, she had been captive in Utopia, kidnapped by Rasa herself. Castiel's ears pinned as he looked around for the demon. Eventually, she emerged soundlessly through the shadows. Unlike Castiel, Venari had never had a mortal body, and thus could not interact with the realm of mortality. Castiel could see her just find, would be able to fight her off if he head to, but to a mortal she would appear ghostly and untouchable. However, Castiel was no longer mortal. He was an angel, a warrior of Utopia, and he would drag the woman back to the cells of Heaven if he had to.

She was taller than him, but Castiel feared not the horned beast. He stood before her tall and proud, eyes narrowed and suspicious as she spoke. There is bold and then there is just plain stupid. Clearly you fall in the latter of the two if you think you can waltz into The Howling Keep freely. What's your purpose? Should it be to bring harm to any inhabitants here then I'm going to let you know right now- I will not let that happen. She was angry with him, the tension between the two Afterlife entities heavy in the evening air. Castiel stared at her, not daring to take his eyes off of the former Utopian's captive. "I see you're enjoying your freedom, Venari," he stated boldly, ignoring her question altogether. "I am sure they were all so glad to see your pretty face again." Castiel was glad to be rid of her, honestly, though more than anything, he was glad that Everest was no longer a part of Utopia. His wretched singing had been headache inducing.

Castiel | 483 | Zohyd// w/ Venari
notes | he is equally unhappy xD
timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, evening, 5 days after his battle with Selven
"Speech"

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[Zohyd//]

He knew of her approached before the ivory and obsidian fiend was the direction of his gaze. His demeanor had changed and his arks pinned. This didn't change Venari's approach in the slightest. His small and un-impressionable being did little to pull her attention. It was his presence in these lands that had her worked up. As she halted before him she could almost laugh as there was perhaps too much effort in trying to look macho. Seventeen hands and nineteen point one certainly had its differences in stature but could be at a disadvantage if she was not quick on her feet should this meeting go south. Honestly, the copper and ivory beast was lucky that Venari had met him with words before violence. It would be his only chance to leave here unscathed though. Utopia needed all the help it could get. Then again, plucking their wings off one by one and watching them fall did come across mildly entertaining for her.

I see you're enjoying your freedom, Venari, He commented, her name drop did nothing. She didn't know who he was. Had he been a guard of hers or been near her cell she wouldn't have glanced twice. Clearly, she didn't even glance once. Being a daughter of the Lord of the Underworld seemed to make many assume they knew you or your situation regardless of never holding a conversation. I am sure they were all so glad to see your pretty face again. A compliment it was not. And not something Venari would let herself get lost on down some rabbit hole.

Unimpressed was the silvery gaze cast in his direction. The lines on her facade stoic and unwavering; a true poker face. It did not help that she did not care for simple conversation. He wanted to toy with her- pull at her strings. Venari wanted to get down to business and make sure those that were aligned with The Underworld in this war were safe. Your business, angel boy? Her nineteen point one hand frame now took a threatening step towards him. Muscles taught beneath her ivory and obsidian pelt. She was ready to react should he make a move. I will not ask again. Her words left no room for interpretation. She wanted an answer or he would be physically removed from the premises. Words were not her strong suit and after spending more than enough time in Utopia, Venari was itching to seek some revenge upon the entitled fucks. I could add some of your feathers to the collection where Cadence's collect ash. She would. No doubt she would find pleasure in plucking every last feather. Some fast, some slow to watch him squirm and cry out in pain. Maybe she could make some jewelry with them to hand out to those that helped. Okay, that was far fetched... she was not one to sit down for arts and crafts. But the feathers could be available should someone else wish to make something.






ooc; fleabittengray - I am sorry it has taken so long. Life has been insanely busy <3

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He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire

Venari was larger than him but her size did not intimidate him. Not even in his weakened state would he flee like a coward from the demons. She wanted to drag him down to Hell, he was sure, but Castiel was going to do whatever he could to keep her from being able to do such a thing. His blue eyes stayed trained on the woman, even as she took a threatening step forward. Castiel's lip lifted in a warning, baring his teeth, but he made no move to back away nor to approach her. Your business, angel boy? He had two options - to lie or to tell the truth. Either way, it may lead to another battle, here in these woods. So soon after his encounter with the Dark King, too. He was not at his strongest. I will not ask again. Venari was coiled like a snake ready to strike. Castiel was no mouse to be strangled and eaten, however. He was not afraid of this serpent in the grass. "Not looking for a fight," he stated boldly, eyeing the woman with narrowed eyes, "simply looking behind enemy lines, to see if there are any that need help from Utopia - in whatever way that may be." Because the Utopians were not heartless. Even if an enemy needed help, most angels, he was sure, would do what they could to help them.

Castiel truly was not looking for a battle tonight. The evening was warm and quiet. He wanted to just continue his observation and be on his way. However, he doubted that Venari was going to allow him to continue his venture through The Howling Keep. Though he was curious why neither the King nor Queen had approached him. Did they even know he was here? He would love to see the look on Selven's face, seeing an angel in his home, the very same angel that had torn his ear from his head. It had made such a sickening sound, though. Not something Castiel wanted to ever do again. I could add some of your feathers to the collection where Cadence's collect ash. She spoke so poorly of Lord Cadence. It made him want to jump to the Lord's defense. He huffed softly. "You could try," came his low warning tone, "but I wouldn't allow it, not easily." A pause, before continuing to say, "Lord Cadence is healing just fine as well. I guess plucking feathers isn't as great a war strategy as you'd all hoped."

Castiel | 419 | Zohyd// w/ Venari
notes | xxx
timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, evening, 5 days after his battle with Selven
injuries |
- Deep bite to right wing, near where it attached to his body. Very tender and hurts to move.
- His throat is heavily scabbed from having it torn by Selven
"Speech"

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[Zohyd//]

The blackness that had flooded her visual pools began to fade as her silvery gaze returned, a sign that the anger she felt was something she was getting under control- but not to be fooled in thinking that it could not be unleashed at any second. Should this turn into something more violent- the fiend had many things going for her. While size was not an end-all win, it was certainly something to note. He was not small by any means, but compared to her nineteen point one hand frame- she certainly had the upper hand. He would undoubtedly be quicker on his feet but would he have the strength to cripple her mass? Would he have the speed to avoid a surely powerful and deathly strike? If size was put aside there was the obvious sign of a previous entanglement. While the shadows were dark her vision could pinpoint the scabs across his throat latch as well as an attack that had taken place to one of his wings. He had existing injuries already where she held none. That was two strikes against him now... it wasn't looking good for that feathered boy. Not looking for a fight, simply looking behind enemy lines, to see if there are any that need help from Utopia - in whatever way that may be. It was a bold statement and a stupid maneuver but she believed the Angel. Believing did not mean forgiveness though.

When we are done here I will make sure to offer my enemies the same help? I will let them know Utopia was too concerned with their enemies to attend to those that supported them. Tones were neutral as she navigated the waters that would hopefully make the beast see fault in his moves. Did he truly think he could enter a Dark land, the royal one at that, and go unnoticed and leave with some form of information or that any would accept the help from him? The Underworld was not absent in the dark lands. They would not be desperate for help from just any ole' immortal.

You could try, but I wouldn't allow it, not easily. Such tough and egotistical words from the Angel when she mentioned adding some of his feathers to a collection that held some of his lord's. Lord Cadence is healing just fine as well. I guess plucking feathers isn't as great a war strategy as you'd all hoped. For a moment she merely blinked at the two-toned beast before her, trying to gauge if he was serious only for an abrupt and sharp laugh vibrated within. War strategy? She questioned as she laughed again, while trying to control the joyous gesture. Utopia is not in the same league if you truly think taking feathers is a war strategy. That is child's play angel boy. A simple memento will you. Uniquely marked face had returned to it's resting bitch face as she questioned him. tell me Utopia is really not that naive? I would need to adjust my expectations for this war. Feathers.... a war strategy. Everest would surely find that just as comical as she.






ooc; fleabittengray - she definitely got a kick out of his words, quick response- but wanted to get something up while I spend the weekend grieving

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He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire

There was a naivety to Castiel, something that had always been there. He had blind faith in Rasa and Cadence and Utopia. He was firm in his belief that they were the good guys in this war - but in truth, there was no good that came out of war. There would be, probably already had been, casualties. Innocent horses would be wounded and caught in the crossfire of warring sides. Families could be torn apart. Everything was going to be okay, though, in the end, right? It had to be. This war couldn't be all for nothing! There had to be something good that would come out of all of this. He wasn't sure what, but he was still sure that it would happen. If that meant he had to have a civil conversation with a demon or two, so be it, even though he would much rather avoid them altogether.

He noticed the shift in the tall mare's eyes, how they went from dark and hostile to a more silvery hue. Castiel was mildly intrigued by this, having not met many equines with color changing eyes, but he knew that it was a thing that apparently happened here in Wild Equines. Usually, the colors of the eyes, when they did change colors, would shift along with the mood of the horse. When we are done here I will make sure to offer my enemies the same help? I will let them know Utopia was too concerned with their enemies to attend to those that supported them. Castiel glared at the woman, giving her a disgusted look as he held his head high and spoke. "Utopia is capable of caring for our friends and our enemies. Just because I am here now, does not mean I have not been elsewhere beforehand, or have plans on going other places in the future. Are all demons so dim witted?" He spat out the last sentence, ears lacing back against his neck. "Have you ever thought that maybe not everyone who lives in the Dark Kingdom supports the Underworld? Maybe they'd rather support Utopia, or just remain neutral, which is entirely within their rights. Free will, after all."

Free will was something Rasa always spoke highly of. In the past, she had even refused to steal demons because she did not want them in Utopia if they didn't want to be there. She had, of course, made exceptions for the war... but still! Free will was important, for everyone, but especially for the mortals. Though he didn't expect this woman to agree with him, not with the way she let out an abrupt laugh after his mentioning of feathers stolen from Cadence. War strategy? She mocked him, laughing again, and Castiel merely stared at her. Utopia is not in the same league if you truly think taking feathers is a war strategy. That is child's play angel boy. A simple memento will you. The angel could not help but to roll his eyes. tell me Utopia is really not that naive? I would need to adjust my expectations for this war. In response to that, he said bluntly, "Clearly you have no idea how to understand sarcasm. But I'm glad my joke could at least make you laugh."

Castiel | 545 | Zohyd// w/ Venari
notes | muse what muse
timeline | 8 years 10 months, spring, evening, 5 days after his battle with Selven
injuries |
- Deep bite to right wing, near where it attached to his body. Very tender and hurts to move.
- His throat is heavily scabbed from having it torn by Selven
"Speech"

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Zohyd// Bump!