Welcome to Slidr River Valley, home to the strong, the brave, and the resilient. Challenging the odds surmounting against them, the Houses of equine fight in a power struggle for ultimate control over the Valley. With the Bloodless fading away after the First Great Winter of Three, Fimbulvetr, the Slidr River Valley is in a state of discord as the Houses throw themselves into an arms race for power. From predators to the gods themselves every day ushers in a new obstacle to overcome. Fimbulvetr is a literate intermediate-advanced fantasy horse role-play with a survivalist concept. The environment is designed to work against your characters as they move forward in their journey through the arcana riddled realm of Slidr River Valley. With an immense history and lore, we encourage our members to create locals and "outsiders" alike.

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✿ Spring Year One | After so, so long vibrant green begins to peak through the fertile mud washed in from the heights of the mountains. Buds are peaked through their baby leaves and the trees are blossoming with new emerald leaves. Fawns peek through the forests and fields and birdsong has returned to the Valley. The entirety of Slidr River Valley is open to it's people. With the rising temperatures and the increasing life, predators abound. Careful, travelers, for they lurk almost everywhere.

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Davaros Arud

(dav-are-os are-ood)

Mathias Arud x Hai

Born of Native Father and Outsider Mother

Scent: Forest moss, dewy mornings, and a hint of lilies
Sexuality: Unknown

It's Adorable! Tamed in Eybramr, Davaros' familiar is a common mink that is currently unnamed. The small neovison is spunky, intelligent, and quiet. He does not speak to Davaros' in words but rather emotions, feelings, and auras. Bonded to Davaros' intensely, he is never far from the stallion's embodiment, and at times rides along his back when the equine needs to cover great distances. In the future, the mink will be used for warging purposes.


A seamless combination of his jade dam and his granite sire, Davaros displays their mixture of earthly tones. Deep, endless pools of emerald observe the world around him, set into deep brows. A dark grey triangle stretches down from his eyes, a family mark acquired from his father's native blood. A shade lighter than this encompasses his eye, creating a frame to pop his visionaries against the stony hue of his pelt. His muzzle also shares in the aforementioned darker grey, along with his lower legs not unlike bay marks and two thirds of his kirin tail. At his hooves, however, a sharp contrast twixt the dark and light greys occurs at an angle, as if perfectly erasing the abyssal hue from his lower extremities.

While the stone pays respect to his father, jade carapaces decorate the length of his dorsal, starting with the smallest of scales resting between his nares. They are lustrous and vibrant, speckled slightly as if sprinkled with frosted dusting. This causes the male to be maneless, but what he lacks in hair upon his nape he makes up for in both scholarly beard and textured locks along his back, croup, and tail. These silken tassels are of a bright, spring green and manicured with care. It is not uncommon for the tassels of his banner to reach the flooring, but it is far more familiar to see it held high, if not gently undulating.

From his crown stretches a unique set of gilded horns. They ascend in a gentle curve, framing a trident of further points within. Interconnected in the center by what resembles an eye, this solid extremity is both impressive and beautiful. His hooves shine with the same golden polish, with a hint of sage tossed into it's coloration that it appears almost brass. Furthermore, a soft, thin layer of moss grows around his plated scales, as if coming from beneath it. Their volume has increased with age much like his mother, who was nearly consumer with it by time she had passed.

Percentage to Inherit: - Triangle Markings 100% - Dorsal Scales 75% - Horns 75% - Maneless 75% - Brass - 25% - Moss - 25%

Alignment: True Neutral INFJ: The Advocate

Creative | Inspirational | Decisive | Altruistic | Private

Davaros is a river. Enveloped in a serene calmness that almost seems contagious, there is very little that gets a rise from the beast. His voice is evenly toned, collected, and his words placed with extreme thought and caution, illustrated by his leisurely pace. Unlike most stallions who parade their strength and showcase their masculinity, Davaros is a free soul who remains quiet, stoic even, in the graces of nature. Although he is outwardly handsome, he has no desires to gather attention to himself and it brings him no joy. This bleeds into his private, reclusive nature. While he will not shy from company, he is not one to invite others in. Grand events tickle his interest for a love of regal air, but he is more likely to stand at the sidelines and observe the smiling faces so that he himself can have one of his own.

A trait rare to his breed, Davaros likes to create. Be it patterns with river rocks, fantastical streams that arch and weave through the lands, or simply tending flora in their natural environment until they reach magnificence, the stallion has a keen eye for the aesthetically pleasing. Flexing this portion of his mind's eye keeps him grounded, and his emotions under his own control rather than the vice versa.

It is not uncommon for others to find inspiration in his work, his arcana, or simply his words. There is nothing more he enjoys then calling on proverbs from his mother's native land, or reciting tales long told from Slidr River Valley generations. Usually they speak of morals, or difficult situations, and he uses these indirect methods to aid those around him. Davaros finds the most peace when he has helped another, through healing or words of wisdom, and attempts to live otherwise selflessly in the valley where ambition plagues. Davaros is not a man to weigh his decisions for extended periods of time, either. He will not debate whether he should help another, or what the answer to a question is, but simply let his mind and heart lead him down the path they have chosen. Those who cannot come to find decisions he believes have lost their heart, an old teaching from his mother, and he pities them greatly.

Davaros has an affinity for water, and always has. Since birth he's loved playing in the rain or the ponds littered in the South. As he grew up, his affection for the waters of the Valley grew. His only other love that can remotely match is his desire for knowledge. His father knew much, but that untapped resource has gone to him long before he became interested in the arcane and ancient. Friendly debate and philosophical discussions are some of his favorite hobbies, if he isn't feeling so private.


Born into Vromme from an immigrant outsider mother, Hai, and an old scholar old enough to remember the spring that woke after the Fimbulvetr. He passed not long after he was born, and Davaros remembers little to nothing of him but recalls his mother with great fondness.

He was raised in the water laden fields of Vromme until his jade mother passed. During their time together she introduced him to many aspects of her culture that she kept alive through her attachment despite the alienation that it caused between her and the others. Davaros, blessed at least with a name to help assimilate him into the Valley's culture, found great interest in the stories from his mother's homeland, and her recitations of Slidr River Valley tales that his father had told her for their brief affair.

When his mother passed nothing kept him from adventuring from the rivers and streams of Vromme to the rest of the Valley. He took to exploring for several years, growing familiar with almost every inch of the Valley. It was in these travels he met other of his kind, and a small network of like heritage bonded several equine together. Their knowledge passed from one another freely, trusting each other's intuition and embracing their likeness. Now, his travels have come to a close and he looks back to the South for the flood plains.

ooc Soupi
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rank Commoner
age & season 8 Spring ✿
species Equine
height 16.3hh
sex Stallion
mate None
status Offline
crystals 40

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