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Post by aliyaah on Apr 18, 2024 15:40:32 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Galaxy ( aliyaah ) and Avversaria ( A z z y). 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 18th, 2024.
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Post by A z z y on Apr 22, 2024 1:45:21 GMT -7
The iron clad hag moved along the borders of the Highlands under the guise of darkness. It was early, dawn nearing with every step she took towards her destination. Word had reached her of the plague Xerxes had put upon these lands, and more importantly, why he had done so. After learning of who she was, of who the entity within her was to be more precise, Avversaria had found herself leaning into her desire to aid the Underworld more so than ever before. And in doing so, righting the wrongs committed against the creature within her and her bloodline. When Avversaria was truly herself, when the being slept, she found it hard to break away from her, to develop her own sense of self. That wasn't to say she wasn't learning from the nefarious ways of Artemisia, that she wasn't allowing herself to be a perfect conduit for the malevolence if this slighted woman. Avversaria knew that the veil of her anonymity was wearing thin, the more progress she made, the less stealth she retained. Which was precisely why she knew this task would be dangerous, moving through enemy territories alone and without backup nearby, what was stopping a Utopian from intercepting her? The worry of an infected Versai or two gave her less to be concerned about if she were being truthful.
As the woodland thinned out, the iron maiden halted, her golden lampistras scouring the landscape around her. She couldn't go in so brazenly, she needed a way in, a sure way in. Scouring the meadows that bled out from the woodland ahead, she saw a lone stag grazing in the mist, peaceful, oblivious to what was coming his way. Perhaps it was a rash decision, but she needed a disguise. And so, after leaping over quickly couple of logs, pushing through the undergrowth and clearing what little space there was, Avversaria was atop the deer. It was a savage but quick battle, the blood of the deer spattered her hide and his antlers had carved some superficial wounds across her shoulders. It looked like she had been part of some brutal onslaught, blood smeared her hide and oozed from the wounds on her shoulder, yet she could still move without hindrance nor pain bar the sting of separated flesh. Quickly, she gripped the cadaver behind its head where no blood painted her lips red and hid the body within the shadows of the woodland. With one quick look around her, she lifted her front leg, hanging it inches above the turf as she limped deeper into the Versai lands, a faux wince carved into her beautiful features.
As she hobbled through the woods of Lyracor, careful to not allow her facade to crumble, she moved stiffly through the lands. If she was to be caught, she'd claim the need for aid, that she had fought off enemies on route and that others may have followed her in. At least that part of her tale may be true. Avversaria moved on, the golden light of dawn split through the timbers, rays of pastel gild dancing across ruby splashed features. A sound in the near vicinity caused her to halt, her forelimb still hanging as if pain plagued her body. From the murk, a figure emerged, recognition dancing across her features as the speckled black stallion seemed to form from the shadows of the forest themselves. Avversaria didn't falter, her eyes darting to the stallion then to the floor then back to his silvery gaze. Please… she began, a stammer in her words. Have mercy… would he display kindness, morality or was he just as savage as she was beneath that handsome face of his? They would soon find out.
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 22, 2024 19:51:29 GMT -7
He did not know whether or not it was dangerous for him to come here. When Kynneta had been the High Priestess, she had informed him of some of the Versai laws - many of which focused a great deal on their fealty. Her abandonment of their cause during Xerxes' murder could have been regarded as treacherous, which was why she and their family had departed the Highlands that eve. By law, the sisterhood would have had the right to seek Kynneta out and deal her her punishment. They had not known if the disciplinary action would go so far as to put a target upon Kynneta's kin as well, which was why they had decided to evacuate. Galaxy had not seen tail nor hide of the Versai since that night, for he had not sought them out, and nor had they come for him or his mate. And that had worked out in their favor. Kynneta and Galaxy had settled in Eacarrah, the territory that Kynneta had grown up in. They had found serenity, and had been able to train their focus on their personal lives - on growing their family. Unfortunately, such happy times never lasted, and soon enough war had come to their borders. Gavin, their herd leader, had dedicated himself to Utopia's cause. Galaxy had heard that the Neutral King and Queen had done the same, though they did not expect their subjects to involve themselves if they did not wish to. It was difficult. Galaxy had wished to stay out of it, wished to leave the fighting to those who truly had cause... But of course, things were never that easy. With Gavin and Eacarrah being so involved, as the war had progressed, Galaxy's hand had been forced. With the amount of demons and their comrades trouncing through the ebony stallion's home, it had become clear to Galaxy that until this war was over, and until Utopia had secured a victory, his family would not be safe. So, he would do what he could. Help where he could. Which was what had lead him here today.
From what he understood, from the rumours he had heard, many of the Versai supported the Utopians. Something dreadful had unfolded, and the sisterhood had drawn the attention of Lord Xerxes, the Lord of the Underworld. Galaxy had caught wind of a plague that had been laid down upon all of the Highlands, one that would surely infect the Versai members and all of their herds. The thought of such a thing made Galaxy terribly uneasy. While he was uncertain of his position within the sisterhood now, the Highlands had served as his home for many years. He still had friends here. To consider them at risk of such peril didn't sit well with him. With this in mind, he made his way out of the Neutral Kingdom and towards the mountainous range that housed the Highlands.
He had set out in the early hours of the morning, before the world had been anywhere near awakening. Even now, as the dawn only just began to touch the horizon, the earth around him was quiet. It made his journey peaceful, but that tranquility was not to last. As he set his sights on Lyrarcor - one of the dominion's that had neighboured his previous home, he kept his seventeen hand high, well-toned bod on high alert. Every so often he heard the gentle chirp of a small fowl, seemingly the first of the creatures around to awake from their slumber. Aside from their lyrical trills, and the steady beating of his steps, there was little to be heeded. Which was why when an uneven thumping because audible, it was dreadfully obvious.
Something felt off about the sound, leading him to believe there was something amiss. He pulled a frown upon his obsidian features as he turned towards the noise, and carefully treaded in its direction. He did not expect to come across what he did - a familiar silver-toned creature. But the memory of her did not belong here... No, it belonged in Eacarrah, alongside the picture of on of his worst nights there. The screams as the fire had been lit. The anarchy as the herd had attempted to flee. The desperation as they had found that it hadn't just been the flames working against them... but a line of terrible equines. And she had been one of them. "Please…" she stated as her gaze darted. "Have mercy…" He gave her a careful, questioning look. She was holding a limb at an irregular angle. Crimson was splashed erratically across her. He refrained from narrowing his lids, keeping himself from demonstrating his suspicion. Somewhat coldly, he told her, "You don't belong here." He was not so cruel as to jump someone who seemed to be suffering, no matter the harm she had caused him previously. But nor would he help her. "Find your help elsewhere."
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