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 20, 2024 18:27:56 GMT -7
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It came as no surprise to him that Mount Malvolia offered a comfort, of sorts — the river Discord had bestowed the gift of fire unto him, after all. The ink slathered stag had started to come here in his free time to stand beside the molten embers that oozed over the Earth’s surface and feel the heat. It was also a place to consider; Nemesis would be going into labor any day now, and their plans would be underway to wreak havoc on the Lights who murdered the late Commander. The mere thought of it made him giddy, though his face remained stone still and unchanging. The Private had made his rounds in the Bachelor Lands, passing by Unclaimed Hearts as he headed for the mountains. Another day, another disappointment. Nacht knew that the war had every horse within Wild Equines on edge, where was anyone’s sense of adventure? Was it not normal to lick one’s lips at the thought of chaos? Stopping mid stride, Nacht laughed out loud at his own thoughts. The sound was deep, bouncing off the emptiness around him, causing a slight crackle to bite back. The brute’s ears swayed to where he’d come from, a quick check to ensure there was no one else there, before he picked up his pace once more and continued on for the base of the volcano. The Private wouldn’t say it, but he’d traipsed the same path that was assumed to be where Sly had been cornered every time he came. The whispers amongst the locals were hard to catch, but the telling of her death was glorious; she fought until the bitter end. What was there for her to do? One against many was unfair. Nacht couldn’t imagine needing such a mass of numbers to take down a single equine, but was he surprised? The lioness that was the Commander was, by anyone’s account, terrifying. He didn’t blame the Lights for needing extra support, pathetic as they were. Was it not Queen Nixi’s prerogative that murder shall not find forgiveness? How, then, could she have done the very thing she detested so? The heat of the land frothed against his skin as sweat pooled down his chest, coming to a slow stop at his destination. Nacht’s bright gray eyes studied the mountainside as they had the day prior. The breeze that passed by was stiff, the smell of ash filling his lungs as he breathed in deep. Nacht shook out his flowered mane and started to walk the edge of the incline toward nothingness, his mind wandering as his body did the same. mid morning 436
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jun 26, 2024 17:20:50 GMT -7
![Peri by Nikkayla](https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/64556990_LZEe85kH0wl8lFu.jpg) Perihelion we're on the edge where the world burns Peri could hardly believe what had transpired. He felt conflicted about it all, but less on a personal level and more on a level where he didn't understand the expectations. The Light Kingdom, and particularly the Knights had had a hand in the demise of the former Helkaer Commander. His confusion came from the edict that stated that they were not to kill anyone. Why now was an exception made? Peri had been conflicted about this for the past few weeks, and it had stirred up old feelings of being used. Aphelion had used him, and turned him into a weapon meant to kill any opposition. The tri-coloured beast had found himself roaming the freelands to keep tabs on the rumors that were spreading like wildfire.
It would come as no surprise to him that there were witnesses. It would be hard to miss a roving band of equines dogging after one fiery mare with an infamous reputation for chaos and violence. Peri returned to Mout Malvolia where the recent events had taken place. He couldn't put it to bed in his mind. While this was certainly a justified killing, it was still a contradictory one. Peri awaited the day when Sly would return, because someone with a reputation such as hers would not likely go quietly into death. If only The Afterlife were a fictional thing, then he wouldn't have another wolf to worry about at their door.
Yet here he was, returning to the scene of the crime. He had seen one other stallion who was traipsing about the mountain, near the base of the massive volcano. The Knight felt uneasy as he studied the stranger from a respectable distance. Peri did not know why this stranger made him so uneasy. He chalked it up to the fact that since Sly's death, everything made him uneasy. Not to mention his encounter with the Dark Royals recently. It had not been a kind encounter and he was wholly expecting them to come after him for simply asking questions.
Peri eventually grew curious, and approached the stranger. "Are you looking for something?" He asked directly. The rumor mill in the wilds was far too good at what it did.
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 2, 2024 21:54:59 GMT -7
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Are you looking for something?
The only thing that moved of him was his eye; carefully turning it toward the voice that had broken his concentration. Nacht had felt a prying gaze look upon him long before finding the source, but it wasn’t every day that someone disrupted him as he studied the volcano. The Helkaer lingered still for a few moments longer, eventually turning to face the culprit of the intrusion. A crooked sonar followed, befalling the painted stallion in unison. Without a thought of it Nacht chuckled under his breath, shrugging a hulking shoulder. “Aren’t we all?” He countered, a look of amusement passing over his normally stale features. The obsidian void lifted his gaze to finally look the other over, noting the mapping along his markings as it moved along from ear to tail. Nacht rolled his haunches, exposing the shoulder where his Helkaer symbol adorned, a purposeful introduction of sorts to lay any tomfoolery to rest. “Do you always approach those you don’t know with such gall?” It was an innocent question, really, but one he wished an answer for nonetheless.
His nose wriggled at the smell of sulfur as it hit his nares, attention drawn away from the unfolding interaction. Nacht sucked in a deep breath, holding it within his lungs and counting one, two, three to himself. The ire that stirred in his belly from being torn away from his life’s work whorled up his throat with the warm air as the Private grounded himself inwardly. There wasn’t much that Nacht minded, this was one of the few he did. He wondered if this raggamuffin was aware of how grateful he should be that the Private wasn’t as ready to go for the throat as his counterparts. Nacht unsettled this one, he could see it in the tension that creased his face. The thought made him smirk, taking a few steps forward, large body shrinking to step as airily as he could. “I’m looking for something that can’t be found here anymore, if you must know. No better way to understand death than to stand beside it, I say,” the obsidian void said. This time, his tone was far more cordial. “Gonna go out on a limb to think that it might not be I seeking something here, friend.” Nacht’s bright gray gaze sought the others in hopes to affirm that notion.
The door was open now. His expression was muddied, a mixture of understanding and skepticism. “I am Nacht. Now,” the Helkaer leaned in, but did not draw closer again. “What are you looking for?”
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Aug 2, 2024 8:12:06 GMT -7
![Peri by Nikkayla](https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/64556990_LZEe85kH0wl8lFu.jpg) Perihelion we're on the edge where the world burns The bronc asked Peri a rehtorical question, but it only caused him to smirk. There seemed to be an implication lying underneath the inquiry. "I do. What have I to fear? Death? Pain? Both are inevitable, and I fear nothing." He stated with finality. He had suffered and endured pain, and he did not fear death. Perhaps it sounded overconfident, but that was not his intent. It was his truth, he did not fear anyone nor anything. Loss, pain, suffering and the like were all inevitable to some degree. It was something he had accepted a long time ago. So he carried himself that way. He wasn't about to be petrified his whole life. It was limiting.
The stag he had chosen to bother seemed to really hold some disdain for the masses. Perhaps that was an assumption, but he got the feeling that he was being looked down on. Peri listened as he prattled on about looking for something that didn't exist any longer. He went on to say that there was no better way to understand death than to stand beside it. "No better way? Experiencing it might be better.... or perhaps you could try those abominations so many call The Afterlife?" Peri mused in a borderline taunting fashion. He wasn't really here to entertain a philosophical discussion with anyone. He'd rather throw his body against someone else.
Peri chuckled at the presumption of the stranger. He was right, that Peri was here looking for something. But his whole demeanor rubbed him the wrong way and he wasn't about to let this stranger know that. "Are you always so presumptive? I'm merely passing through, and thought it would be amusing to talk to a stranger." Peri shrugged. He'd been around enough dark equines in his life to know how to talk like them.
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