my, my, those eyes like fire — you’re a winged insect, she’s a funeral pyre
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jun 13, 2024 21:07:13 GMT -7
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Nacht left the River of Discord feeling reborn. The sensation of it all alone left the black brute swimming in his own thoughts, a delighted grin across his face. It was time for him to make his way to the Outlands, to his land, and begin the planning to help carry the Helkaer through this war. There was a mischief swirling in his bright gray eyes, but with it a darkness much new to him. As if the water from the river had engaged a piece of him long forgotten, Nacht sometimes forgot about the Hell he had seen in his time beyond Wild Equines. Though he knew seeking Nemesis would be better of him, he was new to these lands, and the smoldering red rock of Sinheim was where his legs had landed him. Surprised, equally as amused, Nacht stopped mid stride to look around. The cusp of summer’s sun beat down hard unto his obsidian pelt. Toxin Raj was beautiful in comparison, and he wondered what of this place had appealed to Harlan so. His thoughts turned to the painted wraith and her vicious magenta pools, exhaling into the sands as a hard breeze passed. Nacht enjoyed the way her face consumed him standing among her people, and the General set forth once more in search of anyone who could better entertain him. He was sure that the Private had not yet returned home, cautioning him in the fact he had traipsed so nonchalantly into new territory. It wasn’t long before he was approached; a guard stood some distance away, demanding to know what his business was. The General turned his bright gaze to look upon the stranger, head cocking to the side in faux curiosity. “I’m simply passing through,” Nacht said after a dauntingly long pause. The guard flickered his ears in slight irritation, and the General felt increasingly bored of himself. “Let Harlan know I am here when she arrives,” he said finally, and the click was instantaneous. He wasn’t sure what his actual purpose of lingering in Sinheim was; an attempt to seek familiarity, perhaps? Nacht had so many things he wanted to do all at once — Surely getting to know those he would be laying close to wasn’t such a bad idea after all. There were surely members of Sly’s horde remaining without a place to land had they not already chosen a respective second. The Helkaer way was taught to those who shared the same ideals so he was told, and he thought of how interesting it would be to see just how a lawless land was governed. mid afternoon, after ritual words
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Post by • illɘgal ◦ on Aug 15, 2024 13:48:44 GMT -7
While the wraith had high hopes for the newest member of the Brotherhood, she did not expect the beast to have his fall from grace so fast. She had yet to speak to Nemesis about the situation; things had been busy since the fire, initiation, and the phantom's personal endeavor of planting spies. She had not been home in quite some time, knowing Cahethal would continue to take in Oinaize refugees and watch the borders. Now that the war was ramping up, there was no telling who might try and test boundaries. After receiving word of Nacht being removed from his new position, the dappled mare decided it was time to return to the Outlands and find out what was going on, what had happened. Besides, she saw it as a good opportunity to check in on Fenrir and see what information her spies had been relaying back to Sinheim. Given that the war has been ramping up to a climax, any bit of information was important at this point. In addition, any intel could be used once the fighting finally ceased. The wraith had plans after the war, and now was the time to start building the foundation for them. It didn't take her long to find the familiar path around Toxin Raj back to her home. Now that summer was approaching, the constant wind began to feel thick and hot. Harlan was covered in a layer of dust before even fully crossing her border, not that she truly cared. Her head dipped towards a guard, magenta eyes already scanning the rocky landscape for Cahethal or Fenrir. Instead of seeing either stallion, her gaze locked onto a familiar black beast standing near a small patrol. Her ears snapped back, eyes narrowing into a glare. She may not know the details, but the fact that Nacht was here and not in the land that should have been his made her blood boil. He better have an explanation prepared - the wraith had no qualms about painting her land in his blood. Picking up her pace, the painted mare quickly closed the gap and slid to a neat halt just inches from the flowered beast's face. Their height difference didn't faze the General as she stared him down with barely repressed rage. You are either brave or foolish to show your face here, the Helkaer snarled. Her guards glanced at each other before giving the pair space, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Tell me what happened. Your life depends on your answer, so I suggest you think long and hard before feeding me whatever bullshit you've concocted. Her painted skull shook side to side. You don't look dead, so what excuse do you have?SpeechTAG JUNIPER ! WORDS 400+ TIMELINE [Adjusted timeline] Several weeks after initiation, Nacht is no longer Private [before war threads, just before being stolen] Let me know if I gotta change anything, adjusted things a little for the timeline we discussed
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