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Sariel

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
14.2hh
5 Winter ❅
played by Randalin
80 crystals
4 posts
  Sariel

"Oh you're going to regret that, sweetheart.” the angry words that sealed her fate months ago dance a haunting set in her ears as she mentally relives the attacks nightly. Locked in the realm of dreams she sleeps fitfully but silently, years of poor treatment conditioning down to her subconscious the folly of whimpering even in sleep. In her mind she views the attack not as a spectator peering from above, but as though she is truly there in the moment again…

His words periodically reached her, timed with each assault as though he simply wanted to teach her a lesson in manner. A violent lesson. The feel of his tongue soaking up her blood from the wound to her nape is one she sometimes feels even when awake; a ghostly, horrific caress. ”That’s for running from me.” He cackled gleefully, having driven his knee into her ribs hard enough to bruise a few and fracture at least one of them. He followed that up by tearing out several all important flight feathers of her already damaged left wing, they have yet to grow back. ”That’s for running from me, again.” He justifies that second attack the same way he did the first and even while trapped in the nightmarish retelling, her stomach rolls with nausea. He then strolled with a predatory grace toward her rear, but she could not move, frozen in both the present and the past; his attacks overlaid with memories of years of abuse so similar she briefly wondered if he is from Marothel. The vicious strike managed to catch her across both hind legs; his hoof first sliced a healthy gash above her right hock before glancing away to catch the left. It split the skin there as well on a diagonal so that when her legs are viewed there a line running across them both downward to the left and it forced her legs out for a moment.

”That’s for thinking I couldn’t catch you.”

Unfortunately for her, instinct drove her to lock her knees to keep her stance, whereas she might not have suffered quite so much had she collapsed to the ground instead. His tongue danced across the flesh of her rear, directly above her tail and she knew those horrible teeth were coming; and indeed they did. ”And this is for being in the right place at the right fucking time.” His teeth, coated in her blood, sank into her starlit skin before dragging painfully along her right side; it left a wound nearly a foot in length. As if that was not enough “punishment” for the “offenses” she committed against the beast, she felt the air shift a split second before he forced himself into her; bringing about a fresh wave of terror, nightmares, and pain. So much pain.

She tears into the present on a silent scream, tears freely flowing down her cheeks as she fights the nausea cramping her stomach. Slowly, she rolls to her feet and steps out of the tiny cavern created by the twisting roots of the largest tree she has ever seen. Not knowing where she has stumbled to and plagued with a sense of foreboding, but a welcome lack of visions, she chose to remain at the entrance of what appears to be a passage through the tree. Approximately two months have passed while she walked as far as physically possible before resting each day; desperate to flee Elysium. Her frantic pace, however, took its toll on her injuries and where most would be fully healed from the fractured and bruised ribs, she still suffers. I willingly pay the price. Shadows hug the fragile skin below her eyes, leaving purple flesh a darker shade of violet. Sleep does not come easy or freely, but she cannot afford to collapse from fatigue and so chooses to enter that realm of terror.

Though night still graces the sky, Sariel cannot take another session of reliving experience after experience. Quickly she ventures away from the safe nook of roots to the clear pond not far and slips into its shallow depths. At its deepest point the water comes to the base of her neck which is perfect for her to clear away the sweat covering her and it gives her a chance to see the reflection she longs for. In a way, the brute who plays front and center in her nightmares, committed a far greater crime than the pair who previously took from her. The royals did their best to inflict their worst without leaving a permanent reminder from the results of their violent lust. It is in these waters where she can only see the parts of her left unmarked, unscarred, undefiled. A shiver runs the length of her spine, tweaking her ribs on its way, and she permits a few more tears to fall.

Just a few minutes more. Then she knows it is time to pass through the tree; lingering too long in any one place a surefire way to put her back in harm’s way.





"Speech." | Thoughts.

OOC |  Skaug

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
80 crystals
14 posts

Skaug

You'd think that one would grow some familiarity over time, even if it was spent in a labyrinth. The last recollection he'd had to the outside world was plunging himself again into the hellish maze of that damned colossal tree. In the all consuming darkness, where he was left with little but his own ambling thoughts and fractured memories, he found himself without guidance. Time and time again his tired extremities, littered with a veil of dirt and grime that clung to him so deeply he wondered just what kind of cleaning could save it now, drug through the corridors of the dim tunnels. Time and time again he was spat out to the bridge where he'd stopped upon entering. And each time following he halted, just as he had the first, staring down into the oblivion of phantasms and sheer ambiguity, wondering how many others who had been trapped here inevitably took the plunge to free themselves.

'For fuck's sake, don't kid yourself Skaug,' he swore to himself, a snort billowing through his mangled visage, consequently flicking dirtier threads of ink forelock from the bridge of his visage. 'You're likely to jump at this point.' Though it was meant in a humorous light, Skaug inevitably found none in it. Rather, it left him feeling hallow, a little more disoriented and lost than prior. In the past, he would have grown angry. Maybe even would have lashed out, had it been his years of youth. But Skaug was not the boy he had been then that acted without thinking, nor had he been the man who fell victim to his whims. Thankfully, or perhaps he would have jumped. Rather his leonine tail flicked while dull eyes of timber continued to stare into the abyss and the seraphim wings at his side twitched. Another snort, this one deliberate and drawn brought his horned crown away and his hooves trodding along the root and rock edifice. He wouldn't jump today.

If anything, navigating the tunnels wasn't as much trial and error. While others may have stepped cautiously, weary of just what may lay beneath their hooves in the blackness that consumed them, Skaug had grown accustom to the dull light. While it was small, it was there at times. Others, slivers of light poured in from breaks in the ceiling, though he would have put his life on the line to wager they were of some sort of magical manifestation rather than sunlight. When he passed beneath them they brought him no warmth like the golden glow of the magnus, but rather... well, nothing. The only evidence of their presence was the fact it offered a bit more purchase in the depths beneath the tree. At times he considered he was growing familiar with them. Had he seen that cluster of light before? Had he seen this particular pattern? There was no confidence to the thoughts, but they droned on in his head.

It was better than reminiscing on those loved and lost, better than facing his own failure. Again. He shuddered at a phantom image of a youth; she stood lone in a world of chaos. Dust, blood, and grime. A vigorous shake of his nape, sending the tangled and messy tendrils of his coal mane about it, shooed away the eldest of his demons. It was the last thing he needed to think about, trapped in this damned prison. To be entirely honest, Skaug would have been content to wallow in his self pity, sucking his proverbial thumb, and allowing himself to waste away. He would have continued to walk, disinterested in the dull reminders of his thirst and hunger, if it weren't for the faintest tick of hooves. He had to stop himself and train his harks, listen closely, to reassure himself it simply wasn't the echo of his own progression. But it wasn't, and he'd never walked as light as the stranger.

A spark of hope, or perhaps it was the slow threat of going mad from loneliness, perked his carriage and pricked forward his ears. Quartz eyes studied the crossing paths and winding roots before him, listening carefully to the approach of the delicate steps, until a shadow of amethyst caught his eye. Embarrassingly, his voice caught. Pushing forward, he hurried down the remainder of his corridor until it fed into the dim tunnel he'd spied the other. He halted briefly at it's exchange, passing a glance around the congested corner, and by damn there was someone. He could smell her now, and he wasn't quite sure out to describe the perfume. There was a texture to it that reminded him of his family's pauldron he'd discarded moons ago, but it didn't draw traces of malice or pain... but something... well, sweet, like spring bloom.

Though any other day he would have preferred to keep privy and turn a cheek in the other direction, he was desperate to get out of here. And fuck, if he had to be lost here, at least company would keep him from leaping into the drop offs littering this place. "Hey." His tenor called, stepping from the corridor and watching the delicate woman limp down the path. Was she hurt? "Hey, wait..." Hesitation rode his lyrics, and it felt foreign to him. He'd never hesitated. 'Fucking tree... See if I come back to this place.'


WC: 897
Tagged: Sariel


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
605 crystals
118 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! The Bifrost's favorite trick was the shroud it pulled over the face of time. The palpitations it may give a heart that is fearing of starvation or thirst is a sick fascination the ancient tree possesses. It seems Skaug was it's most recent sufferer, but lo... Sariel, a femme tattered and broken both inside and out, has stumbled into the midst of the labyrinth. Already lost, the both of them may find recompense in working together. Why? The temperatures, despite the touch of spring outside the tunnels and corridors, begins to drop... within minutes, their breath will waft from their nostrils in columns of brume. It may be best for them to get moving...


Sariel

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
14.2hh
5 Winter ❅
played by Randalin
80 crystals
4 posts

The dip in the pool did much to refresh her, the droplets clinging to the colorful swirls of her skin however, begin to chill her. Aching muscles and healing wounds steadily increase their ache as she shakes herself to be rid of the excess water. She winces with each movement and is relieved to have no cause to hide her discomfort the way she used to in Marothel. Expressions crossing violet features so freely is no small wonder for the fae-like woman. Her previous life did not grant her such luxury beyond her youngest days and she finds gratitude filling her thoughts at how different this land is from that horrible place. Sariel finds the large tree strangely comforting even while filling her with unease as fog drifts in and obscures the path.


Lavender eyes dance back and forth looking for movement, any sign of the unwanted presence of another life. She longs to be left alone with the few happier memories she possesses; her parents standing over her after birth, the vibrant features of Arihari, and even the grumpier face of Adunit. A small smile curls violet lips at the ends and her heart pangs violently in her chest with how fiercely she misses the pair who saved her. It is primarily the images of their time together that hold the pieces of her soul loosely together; their absence and the subsequent trauma endured tearing at the stitches they made.


The sensation of being watched draws her away from the flickering images of the duo's features, she immediately tunes fully back into her surroundings. Fear rakes its claws in a trembling shudder down her spine and each limb but still, she forces herself to turn. The sight that greets her squeezes the breath from her lungs and holds her throat in an imaginary vice grip; terror oozes from every pore and purple eyes widen noticeably. A winged man with four eyes and more horns than one should reasonably possess (to her thinking) greets her wavering vision and all she can think is, please, no more. She cannot bear another attack, her mind still processing and tormenting her with the most recent, and one of the most violent assaults ever laid against her.

She takes a cautious step back, her pulse pounding in her ears only serving to heighten the fear gripping her. His voice pierces the beating rhythm, the hesitant undertone gives her slight pause but still she shakes her head and backs away another shaky step. He is a giant compared to her delicate frame and for the briefest of moments Tantibus's features overlay his. Nostrils flare wildly and a dark haze shackles her vision, dimming it along the outer edges while her breathing becomes increasingly shallow. A panic attack. Her thoughts grant her that much before they scatter on an invisible breeze.


Against her will, lavender lids close over frightened eyes to concentrate on relearning how to breathe. She knows better than to panic and truthfully it has been years since she first had one; daily torment tends to quickly dull the reaction. "No." Her voice finally leaks into the air on a puff of air that moments before was not visible. Her tone is weak, brittle, her chords shaky at best and it is unclear if she speaks to him or to herself. The word, however, empowers her just enough to draw a full, chilled, breath and panic begins to recede slightly. As though someone tapped 'pause', her fear lifts a fraction to whisper that something is very wrong and it is not the behemoth before her.


Again, she speaks, this time with a bit of strength at the core of her rhetorical question, "Why is it getting colder so quickly?" The quiet murmur is more to herself than him, but if he knows why a chill is sinking warm-stealing claws into her bones, she will hear him out. Sariel's already trembling form begins to shake almost violently in the wake of the cold pressing in which sets off a fresh round of pain from unhealed wounds. Despite this new idea of listening to the giant, she keeps her attention directed solely on him to watch for any signs of aggression.

Skaug
SARIEL

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
80 crystals
14 posts

At a closer proximity, Skaug gets a better look at the lass. He nearly overlook the damp and scars as stars danced along her amethyst pelt. Coils of amaranthine tassels framed her nape and drug the ground, gnarled and unkept while also betraying her recent water affairs. Softer lavender eyes bore at him - no, honed upon him and shook with a deep rooted fear he'd never witnessed in someone before. While she took a step back as a natural side effect to such an overwhelming fear, Skaug too found his progress coming to an immediate halt. His own slate hooves seemed to find their way a single half-stride backward, as if afraid of some ghost she had seen but he had yet. Harks slid back not of anger or resentment, but of befuddlement, and his quad quartz orbs pinched to showcase such. As soon as he thought those lavender eyes would consume him into their pitless gaze they were veiled with her lids.

And they remained that way.

Skaug's vision tossed to the side, as if investigating the shadows for some conjurer playing a trick upon him with this illusion of a frightened dame. But there were no other scents, no other signs of life, and no other living creature besides the celestial maiden. An exclamation leaves her lips in a harsh, strangled puff of air. 'No'. Immediately a well of guilt mixed with the poison of self-consciousness trickles into his gut, and the last half of the reverse stride is complete. Did he really look like he intended to harm her? Or had he happened upon the most fractured soul in all of the mortal realm?

Before he could focus his entire consciousness upon the potential terrors the girl may have endured to fear the sight of him so - or, perhaps, how he must appear so grotesque and haunting in the dimness of the light - his skin prickles. Gooseflesh sweeps across his pelt like a swift infection, and he finds his spine twitching and tensing as a breath of cold wafts upon it. Brume rises from his nostrils, something he'd sworn he hadn't recognized before, and he passes a swift glance over his shoulder into the abyssal shadows beyond. No warlock skulked here with their arcanum honed with ice, but it did not settle the beast. Rather, Skaug slowing turned back to the mare, a single audit trailing forward in search of answers. He hears her rhetorical question concerning the quickening drop of temperature and raises her another, "Do we really intend to stay and find out?"

A ragged sigh escaped him, and his investigation turns from the cosmic girl and towards the path beyond her. At least it seemed to be going the proper direction. It was better than going back. "I've been to the other side. We could try and forge our way out together." He offers without looking at her, still using his advantage in height to peer over her drawn wings and crown. "Better than stumbling in the dark alone, at least." A gesture is offered in the picture of a nod towards the path she had originally tred. The obvious answer was to continue down it. Regaining the distance he'd sacrificed while her fear seemed to all but consume her, Skaug continued to display he intensions with following it. It was entirely her decision if she vied for company.

WC: 567
Tag: @[Sariel], @[Storyteller]
SKAUG




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
605 crystals
118 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! The brawny Skaug elected for the proper selection. The temperature stuck to it's supernatural plummet, slipping further and further into the recesses of frost and ice. The loam around them began to sparkle with the formation of small ice crystals, and any dew or moisture that hung in the air seemed to evaporate into an ethereal mist, damaging visibility down the subterranean corridors. Where it had once been a tickle of cold upon their dorsal now frigid fingers dug into their backs and held a vice grip around the spine. Each column of mist that rose from mugs grew in density.

At the stallion's back so that only Sariel could see, pikes of ice grew in clusters along the ground and ceiling, inching closer and closer to the area in which they'd come to meet. It was time to move, indeed. Each new arm of ice cracked and creaked with its birth, lending an audible pressure as it impeached on their vicinity. Their deep cerulean blue points seemed to gleam menacingly in the dim, yet effective, lighting as if... was there a hidden sentience to them?


Sariel

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
14.2hh
5 Winter ❅
played by Randalin
80 crystals
4 posts


Lavender lids blink once, twice, then three times. His earlier reversal recanted in place of steps in her direction; she quakes a bit more at his approach but previous fear does not choke her. Then in a rare moment of pure bravery she chances a closer inspection and realizes he is not staring directly at her. She breathes a sigh of relief, grateful for the lack of scrutiny and the balm-like effect it has on her fragile nerves. Of course, she does not relax her guard but keeps a wary eye on his movements. As her terror begins to settle and silvery clouds of frozen air pour from her nostrils, she finally realizes he spoke. Fortunately her coloring hides the embarrassed blush spreading across chilled cheeks.

With a toss of starlit hair, Sariel whispers so softly he’d have to be paying attention to catch it. ”I--I suppose.” She manages only two words and barely at that, but all the same a twinge of pride flickers in her chest at having ‘openly’ spoken to a stranger. As her head turns to follow his movements (her body hesitant to follow), flashes of movement catch the corner of her gaze. Eyes widen in a new breed of terror as she watches the spears of ice approaching and instinct floods her mind. ”Move!” Her voice is fierce and commanding, a glimpse into what she once was like before ruin befell her.

As she careens past the winged man and into the shadowy caverns, she reaches out and nips once at his left flank. A purely instinctual action from somewhere in her subconscious to help another life continue; a second peek into a long suppressed personality. The temperature continues to drop and suddenly the atmosphere makes perfect sense...you can’t have ice without a frozen environment. Her steps begin to slow, stiffness creeping into her joints in the form of painful flares and the muscles in her injured left wing drooping in fatigue. The root system forming the cave prevents the majority of light from penetrating the darkness and it could be her imagination but the sound of rushing ice sounds softer now.

Her gait falters, an all too familiar ache spreading across the backs of her rear legs, another gift from Tantibus. The fae-like mare peers around in hesitant curiosity as she attempts to see the outline of the large stranger; sure that she heard his steps following her inside. All semblance of bravery though is washed out in a bone deep fatigue, shivers wracking her body and her voice a whisper of a whisper. ”Are you okay?” The urge to make sure he is unscathed surprises her, but a sliver of concern finds its way to the surface as a third echo of a distant past and life. Regardless, Sariel remains cautious and keeps the tip of her tail resting against the wall of twining roots to keep her sense of direction in the inky darkness. The only sound she hears over her pounding heartbeat is the ever present rattle of the chain around her ankle as it drags on the ground with her offbeat steps.




Skaug
SARIEL

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
80 crystals
14 posts

Skaug didn’t have to be told twice. The starlight image of the femme loosed beside him like a bolt leaving the shaft of a crossbow, aimed expertly at the marked target. Her nip was lost entirely in the coil of his own muscles as he, too, instinctually reacted. Skaug needn’t the training from his past to understand exclimations such as hers were not to be tread lightly. And so, he too was off. Though out the dimness her starlight hide beckoned him to follow, a deft figure before him as his much thicker, lumbering form careened after her. Never did he look back; he didn’t want to know what she’d seen. Too much had already been thought and witnessed for one day, and he wished for no more surprises.
Once he curves back an audit, listening intently through the thunders of their hooves for whatever lay behind them. An unmistakable crackle approached them. Ice had a distinct aria: a satisfying crack and hiss. Whatever possessed the temperatures seemed to be some sort of magus as well, and intended ill upon the equine without evidence. Skaug found it ironic. Had he not been contemplating leaping from the high ledges himself? And now, here he was, chased by sentient ice formations with the most unlikely of company. If their situation wasn’t so immediately dire perhaps he would have laughed.

Nevertheless, he managed to maintain pace behind her well enough, but he eyed the maiden with ware as the serpentine song of the ice seemed to fade behind them, left somewhere in the evaporating images of their hot breath. A wing of hers dropped, unable to carry its dead weight, and her hinds stiffened with obvious pain. No matter how much adrenaline coursed through your bloodstream, the pain always found a way back. The very thought made his scars, fresh in comparison to the rest, along his shoulders, back, and visage ache with dull sympathy. Inevitably, her pace broke, faltering back towards a hobble. Careful, for her fragility had already proven itself immense, Skaug skittered to the wall opposite hers. Like an obedient pet he falls in stride behind her, offering a simple glance over his shoulder to peak at the state of the ice… he could see the formations winking down the path, even though the darkness.

At least they didn’t have to deal with that any longer.

It is only now he answers her. “I’m fine.” It is curt and unnecessarily guarded. For a moment he listens to the scattered rattle of her shackle and wonders again, Just what happened to you? Naturally her two or three strides matched his one, and he came abreast her, if not forged somewhat ahead. He was in a far better state to take on anymore surprises… Following his inner compass, he picked his way through the darkness. “I’d ask the same, but the answer is obvious.” His milky quartz gaze flicks back to her. Despite the shackles he had on his own emotions, there is a natural servitude to Skaug and he does not hide it. It was a silent inquiry, an offer of aid if she needed it.

WC: 000
Tag: Sariel
SKAUG




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Sariel

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
14.2hh
5 Winter ❅
played by Randalin
80 crystals
4 posts



The ache begins to radiate up and down her the entirety of her hind legs but she presses onward, years of forcing herself to push through far worse circumstances serve her well here. With a quick glance over a starry shoulder, she exhales in relief upon seeing no traces of impending ice. Almost as though we were herded into the roots. The stray thought causes her no small amount of alarm, but she suppressed the instinctual urge to run until she finds the other side. Her recovering wounds are far too agitated for another jaunt down the path, the frantic pace from moments ago likely setting her recovery back yet again.

Her heart breaks anew, wishing fiercely for Adunit and Arihari to find her once more.

Despondency dims the light in already dull lavender eyes but is quickly ignored when she realizes that the stranger is indeed keeping pace with her. A respectable distance away. She pauses in her steps, the blessed silence a welcome relief from rattle of an old chain made difficult to ignore by the echoing nature of the cavern. Sariel is not acquainted with such courtesy but she is given little time to dwell on it as his voice pierces the air.

She flinches.

An automatic response to his tone and one that leads to another reaction she cannot manage to break from her captive years. Immediately, she lowers her head and attempts to shrink into herself while her hooves carry her forward once more. A frantic mantra plays on repeat, Smaller target, smaller target, smaller target. The fae-like girl longs to run but between the painful flaring of overworked injuries and the invisible vice squeezing the breath from her lungs; she simply slinks her way down the trail. Holding her usable wing tightly against her side to protect it from a blow she is sure to come any minute, she watches as he passes her. For a moment, confusion clears away the panic, but then she remembers all of the tricks the king and prince played on her. Terror claws at her throat and mechanically she follows him, falling into old behaviors and accepting the inevitability of becoming a prisoner again.

Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, shadows flicker at the edges of her vision.

He speaks again, after what feels like hours since he first answered her when in reality mere moments have passed. His question gives her demons pause a second time. None of her previous tormentors ever commented on her state of being outside of lewd and cruel remarks. The eye contact is brief, as he peers back at her, and she instantly drops her gaze. Words fail her, she is conflicted on his intentions and struggling to keep herself afloat among the chaotic storm of memories. They walk in silence for a minute longer, hobbling steps in a hurry to leave the darkness as the world suddenly brightens a bit.

Light filters through in larger quantities and Sariel’s shaking limbs nearly give out at the sight of it. Through numb lips, she finally responds. ”I am fine.” Her words are soft enough that unless actively listening for her voice, no one would hear the quiet denial filled with agony and fatigue. An opening greets them now, the roots spilling out to reveal a breathtaking view of a valley cloaked in autumn’s glory. The tightness of her chest eases a fraction at the possibility of hope, but movement in her peripheral reminds her of the present issues. Sariel turns a dull gaze in the man’s direction, wariness etched onto exhausted features and murmurs a desperate plea, ”Please don’t keep me.” Her eyes do not meet his.



Skaug
SARIEL

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
10 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
80 crystals
14 posts

Skaug

Everyone always hoped for the light at the end of the tunnel, and blessed be it was before them. Golden light filtered through the thinning roots, and their path became almost blinding as an opening appeared further down their chosen path. For a moment, pride swells in his chest. His utilities had not failed him and had offered aid to another. For that he was thankful, and he'd sleep well tonight knowing this stranger wouldn't be spending the night beneath the malevolent shadow of the Bifrost. Or in one of it's many drop offs...

A snort billowed through his nostrils to chase away the gloom that seemed to presently return to his mind and he squinted into the light. At his withers his wings twitched, eager to spread themselves and feel the zephyrs upon their primaries, and hell... simply to stretch at all. But he's reminded again of their previous peril and of her poor state when her curt, if not almost rude, response dispels his offer for help. An age old mantra plays in his ears, echoing there like a ghost. "You can't help those who can't help themselves." Fine. So be it.

Though his pace did not quicken, Skaug stepped into the day's light, feeling the warmth upon his scars at at his back almost instantly, and let a slow, constrained sigh of relief brush from his lips. This was the last time he'd come to this tree, if he had any choice in the matter. It seemed his companion too found some pause, for she'd come to the same halt as he had. The dull roar of the ravines below seemed muffled today, far more distant than when he'd made this perilous trek himself all that time ago. The light even seemed brighter, almost headache inducing, and he could not spy the summits that lay beyond to the far North. What he could see, through the hazy of winking motes of mist, were the first evergreens upon the other side, and the natural bridge that connected the Bifrost to the Valley. For a moment he revels in the beauty, before the woman uttered painfully.

He can't help the disturbed furrow of his brows as his quartz gaze flicks to her, and the silent knight nearly mimics her words in complete bafflement. Keep her? What...? The confusion is evident on him, and he even takes a side step away from her, as if her fear was infectious. "I had no mind to..." If there was ever a moment to leave her be, perhaps it was now. Skaug could feel that their time had come to its natural end, and she needed space. Obviously he was upsetting her. But he was a chivalrous man. "If you need help again, my name is Skaug." he said, his voice low, far more aware of how his tone can be construed. "Look for me at the Slidr Lake if you need me. It's quite unmistakable." His four seraphim wings spread, tasting the sweat, moist air, before he offers her one final dip of his head. "I wish you health." he murmured one final time, before starting forward to the edge. There, he lets the gales carry his wings up, and he is aloft. Not much longer, and he's a blackened silhouette in the sky heading north.


WC: 554
Tagged: Sariel


his will is done, he's half in the ground




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