[fleabittengray]

A Vision

FROM THE MIST

A Vision has been sent to all Seers of Utopia and the Underworld. This Vision, however, does not come from any Lord or Lady but from the mysterious Mist itself. The Vision is sent to all Seers at the same time. The pain they feel will be unlike anything they have felt before, even if they have received other Visions before, it will be clear that this one is different.

The Mists shows them what the future holds, should this war continue. Endless pain and suffering. Children crying, women screaming, warriors dying on the battlefield. The sky is dark and angry. The sun has disappeared. Mount Malvolia has had a massive eruption, caused by the battles between the angels and the demons. Lava and fire spreads rapidly. Smoke and ash rain down across all of Wild Equines. The crust of the earth splits, leaving gaping crevices across the Free Lands - as well as the herd lands. Nowhere is safe. Nothing is spared. No one makes it out alive. The beings of the Afterlife become consumed by the Mist. Thunder rolls and lightning splits the sky, the flashes illuminating the apocalyptic chaos that has engulfed Wild Equines.

Through the hellscape, within the minds of all the Seers, a voice - or, perhaps, more of a feeling than a voice - echoes: end this war, or perish.

the mission

Any available Seers who do not wish to see the world end in destruction are to go to Mount Vigilum to tell the Vigilum members about the Vision, to plead with them to help put a stop to this war. Both Utopian and Underworld Seers alike must work together to try and stop what very well may become an apocalypse.

To allow all Seers equal opportunity to participate, you are allowed to use the mist to give your character the opening they may need in order to reach Mount Vigilum. For example, if your character is incapacitated, the mist can intervene in order to render them fit to leave/travel/etcetera. Please message staff if you need guidance here. 

For Seers who are participating in the war, this thread will take place after their current assigned Act 3 threads.

the seers

• Xovad - fleabittengray - Utopia
  
• Judas - Indi - Utopia
  
• Orel - ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Underworld
  
• Aelin - • illɘgal ◦ - Utopia
  
• Thomasin - A z z y - Underworld
  
• Wendigo - fleabittengray - Underworld
  

the vigilum

• Duramus - Sunfrost
  
• Cassian - Pippin
  

[Indi]

Pain.

One minute Judas had been frolicking about with Citoc, giving every appearance of not having a care in the world despite their circumstances. In the next moment, the red dun found himself collapsed, involuntarily writhing as the vision hit.

Judas had endured visions before. He was with Seven and Citoc now due to a vision that had guided him not only to allow himself to be stolen, but later another that had led him to freeing Seven and the two of them -- along with another fellow -- had rescued the colt from what otherwise would have been certain death. And he had experienced the vision when Lady Rasa had alerted the Utopian seers to the war that had been declared.

This was different.

Judas was accustomed to the pain that always accompanied a vision. There was a price to being a seer, just as Lady Rasa had warned him, but he had never feared pain. Never worried about the cost to being able to more effectively help others. At least, it was his hope that having the abilities of a seer meant that he could be more effective in helping those around him. It had not yet helped when it came to the initial reason he had sought the ability. He had felt so thoroughly useless after failing to protect Astraea and Artemis from their evil uncle. Never mind the fact that he and Adina had been barely more than kids at the time, which was supposed to have kept the twins safe by way of not making it obvious that they had any kind of escort. They all should have been safe... but had been betrayed from within, by Zaria. No matter how often he had been told it was not his fault, that he had done the best he could under such circumstances... he still felt profoundly that he had failed. So he had taken action. Much to his twin's chagrin, no doubt.

Becoming a seer while as weak as he had been had been no picnic, that was for certain. Yet that pain and the other pain was insignificant compared to what left him writhing helplessly in agony beyond words. Poor Citoc... he could just imagine what the poor kid must be thinking. Or... well, he might reflect on that later... when his mind was not being inundated with blood and death and horror unlike anything imaginable. Even the pain the vision brought was nothing compared to the pain and suffering he saw in the vision. Screaming and crying. Death and fire, bloodshed and angry skies. No living thing endured and even those beings of the Afterlife who might have thought themselves impervious to endings were consumed.

Shivering violently, Judas found himself slowly becoming once more aware of his surroundings. It was almost jarring to see life around him, after seeing the end of all things. He tried scrambling to his hooves, despite the violently throbbing ache in his head, but while his entire body still twitched and shuddered involuntarily in the aftermath of the vision, he found himself too weak to stand. He needed to stand. The war MUST end. No one and nothing would survive otherwise. The Vigilum... maybe if he could just get up... they were peacemakers, surely they would help.

Maybe they had already tried... but if everyone knew the consequences of this war going on any longer... what greater motivation than the end of all things as a consequence if this didn't stop?

Another attempt to stand just made his head hurt more, though his eyes did lock on Citoc. Offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile and that the kid would not be further traumatized, Judas finally hauled himself up onto his hooves.

'Ow.' he muttered, then cast Citoc another wryly reassuring grin. It was tempting to ask the boy to holler until a Vigilum or two showed up -- even if the noise would have been horrifically painful -- but he figured if he'd had a vision like that... others probably had as well. Exposing Seven and Citoc to anyone outside of the Vigilum was not something he was about to do. Thus, after making sure both were fine, he staggered his way down towards the foot of the mount, giving a shout -- followed by a wince -- now and then with the intent of grabbing attention if Duramus or Cassian were present in Mount Vigilum.

He figured any other seers would arrive at the foot of Mount Vigilum. No need to make them attempt the climb while feeling this wretched...

Character;; Judas
Tagged;;
fleabittengray w/Valfrid (Xovad) & Wendigo
❅ Icy Dragon ✩ w/Orel
• illɘgal ◦ w/Aelin
A z z y w/Thomasin
Sunfrost w/Duramus
Pippin w/Cassian
Notes;; Hope this works! Let me know if anything should change <3
Timeline;; 6 yrs; early afternoon, after all act 3 threads.

[fleabittengray]

Do you walk in the valley of kings?
Do you walk in the shadow of men
Who sold their lives to a dream?

Home did not feel like home these days. Not with the Curse placed upon the Highlands and his younger siblings somewhere in the Outlands. Dahlia had been kidnapped and Hymn had gone as part of the tax Nemesis placed on Lyrarcor after besting Xovad in battle. The Versai wasn't sure what to do anymore. He was weakening more and more every day from the Curse. Though he did his best to try and eat and drink outside of Lyrarcor, sometimes that just was not possible. He didn't always have the strength to leave the Highlands entirely just to get a drink of water. It was hot enough now that going without water for too long was dangerous. He did not know what else to do, other than drink from the water source in Lyrarcor. He could go a little longer without food, but... he still had to eat. He was frustrated and felt so disconnected from everyone and everything. He did not want to die like this but he was starting to wonder if death was coming for him quicker than he thought.

As if on cue, Xovad's head began to ache. And not just any headache. This was worse than any migraine he'd ever suffered. It took him less than a second to recognize that it was a Vision. He shuddered, his legs buckling as he fell to the earth below, eyes flashing pure white. Even with his eyes closed against the excruciating pain in his head, pain that seemed to radiate throughout his entire body, Xovad could still see the fire and chaos. He could smell the smoke, taste the ash upon his tongue, choking him as he gasped for air. The screams of frightened equines filled his ears and made his stomach churn uneasily. He saw equines of all ages, all alliances, of all factions meeting their demise. Even those in the Afterlife could not escape the great end of everything.

Xovad did not realize he had started crying until the Vision started to fade away. He lay there in the grass, trembling and shaking and gasping for air, for several minutes as he tried to compose himself. His first attempt at lifting his head resulted in a groan of pain, prompting lowering his head to the ground again. Drawing in two deep breaths, the Versai Brother again tried to lift his head. The world was spinning, but the pain was fading. He took another set of deep breaths and then began the task of drawing himself back up to his feet. It took great effort to stand again, nearly falling over twice as he rose to his hooves, but once he was standing he was feeling a little stronger.

Looking around, he saw the green life of spring surrounding him. So very different from the ash-laden terrain he had seen in the Vision. Swallowing drying, still feeling like he could taste the ash on his tongue, Xovad took a few steps forward. Once he was sure he would not stumble and fall so easily, he started promptly in the direction of Mount Vigilum. He could think of only one faction that might have any hope of ending this war, one way or another. And that was the Vigilum. He figured a Vision this massive had probably been seen by other Seers. This one had felt different from any others he had ever had. He wondered who - or what - had sent it.

The voyage to Mount Vigilum was slow and painful. At least the vertigo had more or less stopped by the time he reached the foot of the mountain. There was another horse there already, someone that he recognized. "Judas!" he rasped out, though he did not quicken his pace for fear of falling. He felt steadier on his feet, yes, but at this point it just wasn't something he wanted to risk. "You got the Vision, too?"

[Tagged: Indi ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ • illɘgal ◦ A z z y Sunfrost Pippin ]
[Words: 652]
[Character: Xovad / Valfrid]
[Notes: I am so looking forward to this]
[Timeline: 6 years 8 months, early afternoon, after all Act 3 threads]
"Speech"

[• illɘgal ◦]

Though Lady Rasa had warned the bronze mare of the pain, she was far from ready when it consumed her body. The fire licked her veins, her skull caved in, and her body collapsed before she even knew what happened. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't breathe. All Aelin could do was watch. Though it felt as if she was living in an actual nightmare. There was smoke, blood, and screaming. Everywhere she looked, the vision would change. Bodies began to pile up, some familiar, others were strangers. The growing mound seemed to never end, then it was consumed by fast moving lava. A fire ripped through a thick grove of trees, rivers disappeared as the earth cracked and fell to pieces. It was so violent and terrifying, all Aelin could do was watch. The horror and devastation was unlike anything she could imagine, and the force that wanted her to see it clearly didn't want the vision to become reality. She could feel it pressing into her skull and ripping into her flesh - that this war needed to come to an end soon. Now.

Aelin woke slowly, her body stitching itself back together. She could barely breathe, barely understand what had happened. Did Lady Rasa send that? Was it a trick from the Underworld? The mare hadn't yet had a vision since her meeting, but this didn't feel like a message from the Afterlife rulers. It felt so much more than that. More important, somehow. Perhaps it was Lady Rasa asking her to help bring peace. It felt too dangerous to go see the Utopian rulers about it, but she didn't want to inform King Avinash and Queen Boudicca just yet. She needed help understanding the vision before going to the royals with her concerns. Gavin was stressed enough, and Aelin could only think of one place she could go to find someone she could trust - Mount Vigilum. The group was trustworthy, unbiased, and they might be able to help her. They could possibly provide some advice for how to approach the king and queen with a plan.

It was a struggle to finally stand up after the pain started to subside. She left a message with a guard for Gavin and quietly left her home as the sun began to rise. She knew he wouldn't like her going off by herself, especially now that she was so heavily pregnant. But Aelin couldn't sit around and potentially witness that vision coming to fruition. She had to take the leap of faith. Gavin would understand, she reasoned as she ambled towards the Freelands. She expected the trip to be long and arduous in her condition but was pleasantly surprised that it didn't seem to take long.

Turquoise and gold eyes scanned the base of the mountain, noticing two unfamiliar stallions approaching each other. Were these the Cassian and Duramus? No... the painted beast said a name that made her perk up. Judas. Wasn't that the name of one of the other Utopian Seers? Rasa had told Aelin to seek him out. How strange... The mare let out a short call and attempted to pick up her pace as she drew closer. I'm sorry, did you say Judas? Lady Rasa had mentioned you when she made me a Seer, her excitement almost chased away the bad taste in her mouth from the vision. I am Aelin. Are you two here because of that awful vision?

Speech

TAG Indi ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ A z z y Sunfrost Pippin
WORDS 574
TIMELINE Later in the war, released from THK, pregnant
Hopefully this works!! Let me know if I need to change anything!

[A z z y]

The witch queen moved through the lush grass that blanketed the woodland floor with an eerie calm. Her knives were muffled as they brushed through the blades, her thoughts twisting, turning, forming ideas so malevolent that the devil himself may quake. Selven now had disappeared, alongside her twins, leaving her to rule without a King, without the one who held her heart. Had he chosen to desert her? Or was he forced to? His last known encounter had been an angel, one of Rasa’s parasites, was this her twisting the knife, a painful reminder of who really held the power? Setting her jaw, she moved at a leisurely trot, her goal the hidden falls in the woods, her sanctuary. Yet as she moved on, it began as a dull ache within her body, causing her to slow to a walk, the gild of her eyes shifted into abyssal hues before the tidal wave of agony crashed upon her. Her knees buckled, her breath left her in rasping shudders as she slowly seemed to crumple upon the earth. The woodland around her was ablaze, members of her family, her herd, screamed in pain, bloodied and mutilated. Thomasin looked up to a sunless sky, the distant rumble of a volcano heard and felt. As she turned, the ground tore apart, the world seeming to fall into it as embers and flakes of ash descended from on high. There was no god, no devil, no heaven nor hell. Everything was consumed by the chaos.

How long she endured this taste of the apocalypse she could not tell. The once debilitating pain subsided, her golden orbs returning as she blinked heavily, raising her crown from the now lush again grasses she saw Marduk sitting upon a branch, watching her from the large oak. Slowly, the witch queen stood, shaking herself vigorously before looking up to the corvid once again. She had never received a vision from the Underworld, despite handing her soul over so willingly. Lady Mictecacihuatl had promised her that any vision from the Underworld would bare her sigil, a small tamarin, yet this hellscape showed no sign of the petite primate. Distrust began to settle in her bowls - was this a last ditch attempt from Rasa? Was she losing the war so desperately that this was her only way to try to dampen the efforts of the Underworld and their allies? A snort of amusement was shoved through her nasal passages then - such a threat was lost on one who had already lost so much. On the other hand, what if the vision had come from The Underworld, was this their inspiration, their end game? Who else had received such a vision? Thomasin would bet money Utopia had Seers planted throughout the lands, promised paradise if they could spew the poison of the woman at the helm of the clouds, no doubt.

For a moment, she considered not pursuing the strange event, would it be better to keep such things to herself? Afterall, she didn't believe it, she hadn't felt that flicker of fear she perhaps should have. No doubt though someone would have. And where would they go? A thoughtful hum resonated from within her then, her enamels grinding down upon one another as she forced herself to think like a Utopian supporter - who could save them if not those who swore to? The Versai helpless, the Helkaer the type to fuel such destruction. That only left the Vigilum, and the idea alone of requesting aid from two limp wristed dwellers of the middle ground was enough to split her lips into a beaming grin, an amused cackle reverberating from deep within her. Marduk looked to her as she looked to him, her chin jerking in motion for the bird to join her as she swung her mass away, a lofty thrice beat powering her slender, war torn physique across the woodland and through the mountain pass. In peak physical fitness, it did not take her long to cross the several landscapes to the base of the mountain where the fence sitters dwelled.

She travelled up the path, two familiar scents accosting her nasal passages, her lobes sinking simultaneously against her poll. Marduk had flown ahead, a harbinger of the approaching omen, the corvid took purchase upon a root projecting from the mountain side, a deafening scream released as Thomasin entered the stone circle. Three were already in attendance, two she knew, one she did not. Her vision swung to the swollen belly of the mare she knew to be Aelin, a painful sting forming at the back of her throat that she quickly swallowed. Knowing that the seed of her beloved grew in that fertile womb made her want to eviscerate her there and then, watch her bleed out upon this mountain top. Her golden eyes burned with ire, a solemn and silent promise that whatever vision they had clearly all received would look like a summer's day by the time she was through with them. And then Xovad, the one who had murdered Ragnar, stood so boldly beside her. Even if he truly looked like shit, plagued by an unknown sickness, the fact he stood here so ready to protect and defend the world when he had been so quick to end a life really was a curious notion. The witch queen allowed a vile smirk to carve its way into her features as she crossed the circle, standing opposite the Utopian supporters, a predatory gait taken until she halted and faced them. My, my, my, she began, her crown faced to her crow as he descended and took purchase upon her withers. If it isn't Utopia's finest, a murderer and a whore, the words were spoken to Marduk as he groomed her twisted tendrils. Her gaze then twisted and crashed upon the trio with devastating grace, I suppose we're all fucked if that's the best they can do…

TAGGED - Indi Sunfrost Pippin • illɘgal ◦ fleabittengray
WORDS - 990
MUSE - good!
NOTES - well, I'm going to try to get her to cooperate...
Speech

[Sunfrost]

ooc// ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ for Orel, fleabittengray for Wendigo, I'll be responding with Duramus during my next round of canon posts. Wanted to give you both an opportunity to post before me if your Seers will be joining <3

[fleabittengray]

x

WENDIGO

made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography

The wandered the Free Lands, unsure of where she should go. She kept to herself, not really speaking to others unless they approached her first. She was in the mire, a place where it was easy to find solitude, when the pain struck her. It brought her to her knees, body trembling as her eyes flashed entirely black - not that anyone was around to see them. She groaned, feeling like her head was splitting, and her eyes squeezed shut. However, despite them being closed, she could still see - only it wasn't the mire she was seeing. Instead, it was Mount Malvolia, spewing fire and lava down onto Wild Equines. She could hear screaming, could see bodies burning. Angels and demons fought one another but even they could not escape the strange apocalypse. Wendigo groaned where she lay in the muck of the swamp, unable to move for a while even as the Vision faded - for it had to be a Vision, only... why would Xerxes send a Vision of him losing the war? Wouldn't he want to win? And those words that echoed at the end: end this war, or perish. That hadn't sounded like Xerxes. Could it be Rasa, trying to sway her toward the Utopian side?

It sook several seconds for the young Seer to come back to reality. Panting, she struggled to get her legs back underneath her, her entire right side coated in swampy mud. She took a moment to catch her breath and shake herself free of as much mud as possible before she hurried forward as best as she could. Her head ached fiercely, jaw clenching against the pain. She had a feeling she should go to the Vigilum, to see if they could do anything to help with the war - or at least something to help with her headache. Once she was out of the swamp and her hooves stopped sticking, she picked up a quicker pace, eying the mountain in the distance. She had to get there quickly.

Though apparently she wasn't the only one that had the idea of meeting with the Vigilum today, as there was already quite a crowd gathered at the base of the mountain. Wendigo huffed softly, green eyes glancing over all of the individuals who were standing there. They did not look particularly happy, and one brute in particular with the brand of the Versai was glaring at another mare like he absolutely loathed her existence. Not knowing who any of these equines were, Wendy halted and gave a polite nod of her head, saying nothing. What did she do now? These certainly couldn't all be the Vigilum, right?


Indi , ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ , • illɘgal ◦ , A z z y , Sunfrost
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i'm exciting for this!
3 years 5 months, early afternoon

[Sunfrost]

All things considered, today was a normal day on Mount Vigilum. It was summer, so herbs were at their healthiest and most bountiful. Ever watchful and vigilant, Duramus had begun gathering herbs to dry and store for the colder months, when they wouldn’t grow but horses would still need them. He was ever so careful, the complete opposite of his son Ruse. Ruse had come home after months away with some story of an “internship” in the employ of the Dark Kingdom, where he’d practiced healing and pretending at being Vigilum for months. Duramus hadn’t known exactly what to make of the tale, but his son did remind him a bit of how Duramus himself had been in his youth. Ruse was two years old, technically old enough to take Duramus’s place in the Vigilum, though Dur did not feel ready yet. Leaving now would be catastrophic. Duramus was the only Vigilum left, and he felt it was upon himself to teach a new Vigilum the way of things before leaving his position to his son. Ruse had grown up wandering the world and experiencing what it had to offer; Dur did not know yet if Ruse truly coveted his father’s position, though Ruse certainly had the knowledge to take it if he wished.

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, the bay draft mix couldn’t help the soft smile that flitted onto his face as he saw his son approaching. Ever distinctive, the buckskin sabino splash currently sported the baby blue eyes he’d been born with, though he was capable of changing his eye color at will. Dur’s smile faded when he realized the worry upon Ruse’s face. His son spoke of numerous horses ascending the mountain or at the base of it, apparently half-panicked and searching for the Vigilum’s guidance. Frowning and wondering what in the world was happening now, Duramus thanked his son and began to descend the mountain, where he contemplated a veritable crowd of horses milling about. They all appeared unsteady on their feet, their eyes unfocused. Already mentally running through a list of herbs he could use, Duramus drew closer to the horses, eyes widening as he recognized a few. There was Valfrid, a Versai member, who appeared to have been talking to a horse Duramus didn’t know who was standing close to him. There was Thomasin, the Dark Queen – that did not bode well, given the ire in her gaze and the Dark Kingdom’s tendency to not like peace. There was a pregnant mare with a fierceness in her gaze. Finally, there was another horse who seemed like she knew no one else there, warily taking everyone in.

Wondering if he should begin with a reminder not to fight on the Vigilum’s only home ground, Duramus drew to a halt near the group and promptly greeted them. Welcome to Mount Vigilum. I am Duramus, as some of you whom I’ve already met know. What brings you all to the Mount? The forced honesty of being Vigilum compelled him to add I wouldn’t have expected to see a number of you in each other’s company short of a forced peace summit? He couldn’t help the degree of hope that leaked into his voice at that one, gray eyes appraising the group warily. Duramus carefully neglected to mention that he was the only Vigilum left. That would only serve to create further panic, he was sure, and he didn’t want to state it out loud. It was enough to live with that knowledge every day.



tagged// Indi, fleabittengray, • illɘgal ◦, A z z y
notes// This should be VERY interesting <3

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

[TW: mistreatment, imprisonment, injury, apocalypse]

Misery had just sort of become the default, to the point Orel was beginning to forget what it was like to feel just okay. From the ages trapped within the cells of The Whore House, time was no longer relevant. A perpetual migraine squeezed the mare's head in an unforgiving vise. It was hard to think, hard to do any sort of function, and truly Orel was merely a shadow of herself, set to waste away in this hellhole.

When the pain first started, the scrawny mare thought that it was just another symptom of her squalor. As it heightened and the cold, crackle of lightning spread from her skull down her spine, the thought that maybe she was dying did come to mind. The pressure in her head intensified, raging like a storm as it garbled her remaining thoughts and forced out everything except for the pain. Orel's legs shuddered and gave way without much fight, bringing her down to her knees, then with a heavy thud, to her side. She didn't notice as her head slammed into the ground, already too consumed by the present pain to care. Like obsidian slates, her eyes became coated in an inky black, blinding her to the world outside the onslaught of visuals.

A ruined world.

Endless scenes of agony flashed before Orel's darkened eyes. Violence, misery, gore, and in the end, death. While the equines fought, the land split and Mount Malvolia burst into life, thus ending everything around it. Smoke and ash darkened the skies permanently as the lands become still and lifeless. Even those already deceased were not spared, the Mist devouring them without mercy. A true apocalypse.

End this war, or perish.

The vision faded, though the pain held fast with a violent grip. Orel gasped and panted, her ragged coat covered in sweat and froth as she kicked out at the air. A deep vibration emanated from the earth beneath her, growing stronger by the second. The walls of her cell began to groan, shaking free any dust and loose rocks. Orel fought the panic rising and clutching her heart, forcing herself to focus enough to pull her legs in and get them beneath her. She threw her head up, only to cry out and wince sharply at the pain. Brows furrowed, she squinted into the gloom of her cell, fighting just to get a glimpse of what was happening. Larger rocks began to tumble down and several scraped against her hind legs, pushing the mare to throw herself forward in an attempt to stand. She faltered, falling hard on her hip, but tried again and scampered up to her hooves in a wholly ungraceful fashion. The rumbling from earth seemed to be slowing - fortunate, as the shaking left her uneasy on her hooves. She turned towards her cell and the fallen rocks that'd cut her hind legs, preparing to retreat to whatever wall seemed safest, but something caught her eye.

The glow of sunlight.

Orel squinted harder, convinced that it was a visual flash from her migraine, but it became apparent that the sun was now reaching her cell. A crevice had opened in the wall, one just wide enough for her to squeeze through in her emaciated state. She didn't even think about it. The mess of a mare bolted for the hole in the wall, shoving herself into it and fighting against the stone to wedge herself through. The rough edges tore at her sides, leaving bloody gashes and reopening scars that'd just barely managed to heal. She did not care - she could see the outside.

Orel's hooves scraped against the ground and the fallen rocks as she violently squirmed her way out of the narrow crevice, emboldened by the draw of the light and smell of fresh air. The pressure and pain against her sides grew, then with the sudden pull of gravity, she fell forward. Her knees scraped the ground, but Orel was only thinking in terms of adrenaline, and launched herself back up to her hooves and into a crazed gallop away from her prison.

The rest of the run was a complete blur.

Eventually, the twisted scenery of the Dark Kingdom gave way to the freelands and a towering mass that she recognized loomed overhead - Mount Vigilum. Her thoughts were utterly scrambled, both from the months of her torment, the intense vision, and now her freedom. The only thing that made sense was to run to the mountain, and so she did.

The prior queen's arrival was far from regal. In fact, she looked more like a diseased creature that'd crawled out of the woods when she approached the group gathered at the mountain. Dirt covered her onyx and white coat, now mixed with various stages of dried and fresh blood. Her heart was still pounding in her ears, but she managed to pick up the tail end of the conversation, "Welcome to Mount Vigilum. I am Duramus, as some of you whom I’ve already met know. What brings you all to the Mount? I wouldn’t have expected to see a number of you in each other’s company short of a forced peace summit?" Duramus, yes, that was someone she knew. It felt like a literal lifetime ago when she'd sought out the Vigilum when her aunt was still a member. "Duramus!" she called, her voice cracking and raspy, the noise sounding more like a scream than a yell.

Huffing and panting hard, coated in blood, grime and sweaty froth, Orel approached the group. Her mismatched eyes were wide and the whites were clearly bloodshot, her gaze unfocused as it bounced between the others gathered. She only recognized Thomasin and it took a moment for the dots to connect, that this was the Queen of the shithole she'd been trapped in. Her harks pinned back firmly against her skull, embedding themselves there and she bared her teeth, nearly spitting at the Dark Queen, "Why the fuck are you here?" It was a stark contrast to the usual, quiet and reserved front the prior queen held since birth. Her immoral conditions having stripped any sense of social sensitivity away. "I've had a vision of the end of the war. Everyone dies," she stated flatly, turning her scathing gaze from Thomasin back to Duramus. She didn't know why this little group of strangers had formed, but she had a fucking job to do.


Orel - Sunfrost Indi fleabittengray • illɘgal ◦ A z z y
Timeline: Spring?
Notes: And she's back!
Art: Rin-Ki