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Post by fleabittengray on Jun 26, 2024 11:15:25 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/82b090e0-5e4b-4038-9eaf-c4c3df716f34/dd8y8jw-9dc59d19-5710-438d-bf57-1d3fc0d6590e.png/v1/fill/w_983,h_813,q_70,strp/xovadtable1_by_allyantidote_dd8y8jw-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTAxIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODJiMDkwZTAtNWU0Yi00MDM4LTllYWYtYzRjM2RmNzE2ZjM0XC9kZDh5OGp3LTlkYzU5ZDE5LTU3MTAtNDM4ZC1iZjU3LTFkM2ZjMGQ2NTkwZS5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTA5MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.-rWD3sdSNn-WJOn8T6EEO_awaP6Mk2TH-7nLCafUaxg) I don't need a symphony I just want your voice and a melody
The war between the Underworld and Utopia were coming to a head. The Seers of Wild Equines had all apparently been sent the same Vision. Was it the Underworld or Utopia that sent it? He had no idea, only knew that it was different from any Vision he had received before. The pain had been excruciating and making his way to Mount Vigilum afterward had felt impossible, but he'd done it. Hopefully, the Vigilum would be able to do something to help end the war. Xovad was firmly in support of Utopia but... if the war continued, it would be catastrophic for the realm. He could still feel the heat of the flames from his Vision as fire engulfed all that he'd ever known. It was that vivid memory that brought him to Mount Malvolia today. He wanted to see the same volcano that had been so violently erupting within the Vision. It was an active volcano but hadn't caught any destruction like what the Seers had witnessed in the Vision. It was frightening to think that at any moment, Mother Nature could decide she'd had enough and wipe them all out.
What would come after them, then, he wondered? Would horses come again to live here after all life was destroyed, or would everything just become one giant wasteland? It was an unsettling thought and the Utopian Seer shuddered, frowning as he halted a fair distance away from the volcano. His red eyes gazed warily in its direction. Anxiety made his heart flutter and he was reminded of the panic attack he'd suffered after he'd killed Ragnar. Saniyya wasn't here to help calm him down if he had another one. He hoped he never had a panic attack like that again. He'd felt like he himself was going to die as his breaths came in ragged pants and his heart raced erratically. He swallowed dryly, shaking his head to void it of the tragic memories. The force of shaking his head forced him to stumble slightly, having to catch himself as his vision wavered and faded for a moment.
Xovad clenched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth against the effects of Xerxes's Curse. He had lost a lot of weight, as well as muscle mass. He wasn't underweight, still in an average weight class, but his strength just wasn't there anymore. He frequently felt angry, snapping at Lirana and their mom when he normally wouldn't. He was on edge all of the time, anxiety lingering in the back of his mind. It was frustrating. Xovad had never really had trouble with anxiety before, but now? It was like a trigger was around every corner. He chalked it all up to the Curse messing with his mind. He could only hope that eventually, the Curse would fade away and he would return to normal.
[Tagged: JUNIPER ! w/ Nacht] [Words: 474] [Character: Xovad / Valfrid] [Notes: Poor bby >.<] [Timeline: 6 years 9 months, early summer, afternoon, after the Vision/Vigilum thread] "Speech"
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my, my, those eyes like fire — you’re a winged insect, she’s a funeral pyre
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 2, 2024 14:18:12 GMT -7
n a c h t
Nacht was intrigued by the loosely moving horse in the distance, so much so that he almost felt bad for the poorly state of him. He wasn’t immediately recognizable, though something told the obsidian brute that he should be, and his curiosity eventually became insatiable for the nagging he was feeling in the depths of his chest. Changing course from the smoldering cliff side he stood upon, Nacht’s thick legs carried him closer, head hanging low to blend against the hessian rock and ashen earth, a bare minimum attempt to not scare the creature he’d spotted. Mount Malvolia was a place he frequented these days, but it was not often that he came across others — he’d met Perihelion, yes, but that chance encounter was not a commonplace. His bright gray pools scanned the other horse as he drew near, still unable to truly place the familiarity of him. Truthfully, Xovad didn’t look nearly as worse for wear up close than he did from afar, though Nacht noted the sickly (and partly panicked) look in the other’s dull eyes.
Raising a brow, the Helkaer Private decided to clear his throat to announce his impending arrival, allowing purposefully measured grace in the process.
“Something troubling you, stranger?” Nacht swung his swooped dial to more directly face the other stallion, continuing forward at a slow pace. It was then, as he lazily drawled over Xovad’s frame, that the Versai branding caught his attention. Nacht stopped mid stride, both eyes raised, a look of faint amusement crossing his features. The Private cocked his head slight to the left, his sonars flickering to and fro. He had no qualms here, personally, but that didn’t stop the defensive tension that ran through his body. His expression remained neutral, if not more sympathetic than before. “Nevermind that,” he said. “I’m sure I can imagine what troubles you to some degree.” The passing recognition was to avoid an uncomfortable conversation. Nacht wouldn’t deny the Versai brute a space to talk about what ailed him, equally skeptical that he’d be willing to be so open about it regardless. Shaking out his flowery mane, he relaxed into his fetlocks to crook a front hoof. Might as well make myself comfortable, he told himself, letting his attention break from Xovad for a brief moment to glance at the volcano that they shrunk in the presence of.
In his own way, this was kindness. He wouldn’t delve out loud into the deep thinking his brain had been throttled into the second he’d seen the brand of Versai that adorned this stallion like the Helkaer did his own shoulder, or break his concentration to pry. The Brotherhood was known for its chaos; the brazen, usually bold, outward havoc they reaped. This was the precise reason that Nacht was enthralled over his newly appointed title … Pinpricks under the skin were sometimes far more effective than a bomb. His tone was light as he spoke again, “You look dehydrated, this place is not safe for you.” It was not a threat, merely an observation from the swelter that oozed from Earth beneath volcano.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 21, 2024 16:40:34 GMT -7
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my, my, those eyes like fire — you’re a winged insect, she’s a funeral pyre
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 22, 2024 7:52:28 GMT -7
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Post by fleabittengray on Jul 22, 2024 16:47:17 GMT -7
![](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/82b090e0-5e4b-4038-9eaf-c4c3df716f34/dd8y8jw-9dc59d19-5710-438d-bf57-1d3fc0d6590e.png/v1/fill/w_983,h_813,q_70,strp/xovadtable1_by_allyantidote_dd8y8jw-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTAxIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvODJiMDkwZTAtNWU0Yi00MDM4LTllYWYtYzRjM2RmNzE2ZjM0XC9kZDh5OGp3LTlkYzU5ZDE5LTU3MTAtNDM4ZC1iZjU3LTFkM2ZjMGQ2NTkwZS5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTA5MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.-rWD3sdSNn-WJOn8T6EEO_awaP6Mk2TH-7nLCafUaxg) I don't need a symphony I just want your voice and a melody
Xovad felt so out of control. So broken and let down by the world he lived in. He thought of what Nixi had said to him recently, about sometimes thinking it would be best to just call it quits. But Xovad couldn't just give up the first time things got tough while he was leading! He had to make sure that everything was would be okay for his family, for his future kids if he ever had any. He did want at least one kid. Briefly, his mind went to Carmilla and he sighed heavily, frustrated at himself for having developed feelings for the other mare when his heart was also so devoted to Nixi. He did feel for Carmilla, but it wasn't love. At the time of their coupling, there had been still a wide, heartbreaking distance between him and the Light Queen. Besides, Nixi had kids with others! They weren't official mates or anything. Had they been, he never would he done what he did with Carmilla. Why was life so goddamn confusing?!
Hearing someone clear their throat nearby, the gold and ivory Druid's ears pinned back and his red eyes turned to look in the direction of the sound. He stared dully at the tall stranger, not recognizing him in the slightest. “Something troubling you, stranger?” Instant skepticism filled the Versai Brother's mind, eyes narrowing at the stranger. He said nothing, glaring at the beast that had approached him. Normally, Xovad wasn't so quick to anger, but the Curse was messing with him mentally a lot more than he cared to admit. "Nevermind that, I’m sure I can imagine what troubles you to some degree.” Alarm bells went off in his mind and Xovad's ears pinned all the more, flat against his skull and mixing with his flaxen tresses. "You know who I am?" he growled, annoyed but not aggressive. Of course, he expected most equines that lived here to have heard a little bit about him by now.
That was when he noticed the Helkaer brand across the brute's shoulder and Xovad's huffed, immediately enraged. However, this Helkaer was not one of the two women who had been with Ragnar at the time of Dahlia's kidnapping, nor the colt that had been with the one of them. “You look dehydrated, this place is not safe for you.” To that, Xovad scoffed, giving himself a shake - and thankfully staying firmly on his feet this time around. "No where is safe." He paused, reddened gaze glaring at the stranger. He must be new to the Helkaer. Perhaps he could be swayed to leave them. "What do you want, Helkaer? Come to rub more salt in the wound?"
[Tagged: JUNIPER ! w/ Nacht] [Words: 450] [Character: Xovad / Valfrid] [Notes: it's so weird posting him like this!] [Timeline: 6 years 9 months, early summer, afternoon, after the Vision/Vigilum thread] "Speech"
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