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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Summer Year One | The sun is high and it is long, and with it as are the days. Summer has claimed the entirety of the Slidr River Valley and in doing so has cast higher, comportable temperatures throughout the Southern and Central territories. The Western still boasts snow capped mountains, but mud slides are frequent and they are heavy. The North remains green, just warm enough to cultivate and brood the new life there, but the further you tred the lower the temperatures fall, their mountains still ice cladden and snow tipped. The East, the poor souls, is sweltering. At night the temperatures drop to the Valley's daily warmth. Little can be done to add comfort, and each day the Oasis becomes drier and drier...

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Davaros

Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.3hh
8 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
130 crystals
11 posts



INTO THE RIVER'

The rivers listen to no being. No equine, no fauna, and no spirit. It simply followed the decline of the terrain, swelled in springs and bubbled from pools so deep Davaros knew he could never lay emerald eyes upon them. While the entirety of the Valley natives were convinced it was the spirits and gods who shaped and molded the lands, that they were - no, are - the ones continually doing so, the kirin stallion dared to offer another opinion. There is no greater cleanser than water. It corrodes rock simply by passing over it, falls from the heavens to provide sustenance to the fields and forests, and even feeds the Bifrost. Water alone held the power to give and take life, and it were these musings, these long meditations, that Davaros had found himself enamored with the eternally flowing aqua.

Why, it was the very mighty river that fed the Vromme Holdings that he had followed back home. His time spent in the wilds were behind him, and it seemed that his path thought to return him home. He had no qualms against this. If that was where the river flowed, so be it. He would follow. A mixture of ice and mud clung to his gunmetal extremities as they traipsed alongside the half-frozen streams. Their trickle was subdued, strangled, but the snowfall and dropping temperatures of winter. Davaros' head raised, and his gemstone eyes scanned the sloping white hills of the Second House and remembered the stories of his father. Of course, his mother had recited them. The image of his gray father was all but a blur, his voice only an fabric of his imagination. But he had lived to see a mighty winter, one they called Fimbulvetr, that had consumed the land. Many years had spanned since then, but the natives - including him - still wondered with each coming snowfall... would the winter remain again?

Zeniths fell back upon his polished scales, their quality jade hue casting reflections of the moonlight as it bathed the sub-zero flood plains. Plumes of smoke lifted from his nares in columns, betraying further that someone was awake this wintery night. The cold prickled his skin, despite the heavy coat that had grown to defend himself, but where those kirin plates decorated his dorsal the cold sank in with ruthless, clawed fingers. His horns too made shot tendrils of ice into his skull, and his eyes hung with ache as his mind's space throbbed in protest. The tips of his tail, although held aloft, sparkled with ice caps, some too decorating the bamboo beard that fell from his chin. While this season pained him, he held a great respect for it. He knew that he would have to at least find one night of solace in Vromme if he were to keep his strength and integrity balanced. Being forced to move back through the mire and his last few scraps of energy would burn out, and he would collapse in a pile of ash.

But his stride did not tell of this dull, consuming ache. No, each step was confidant, if not deliberately placed as if following some sort of guide. But there was no one before him. Alone, a single figure returning to a land of his birth, Davaros followed no one but the river.


Word Count: 555
Tagged: Lilith
OOC: for lilith, but anyone is free to also jump in if they want

bust & table by soupi; bg by shifaz shamoon


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


Lilith

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
16hh
12 Autumn ☁
played by N A K I
50 crystals
3 posts
In the land of Gods and Monsters
No native, yet, Lilith had no qualm with it. The lands in which she had been born into long since perished ages ago. In fact, she was almost certain that it was her line that remained of what once was--a long forgotten paradise. If paradise was your thing of course, it was all a gilded cage with nobles far too fat and lazy to head the warnings of an unknown priestess. She watched her world burn, satiated with its destruction, and moved on to the next.

As a girl, she was obsessed with power. Taking it, drinking it in. It was the very thing that had been stripped from her all those years ago--left nothing but a broken shell of a young woman on the dusty floor of a temple to a god people had forgotten.

The Shadow whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

And now, after all this time, she stood upon the altar of a new era. Flitting from one place to another, her original intent had not been to dominate these lands. In fact, she had simply been passing through. It was, with out a doubt, a last moment decision. She saw the look of the downtrodden females, and watched as men had dominated over them. It was no different elsewhere, but something...something in her snapped. The Shadow's whispering grew louder and angrier, and gave her purpose despite her host falling short. Rowan, wherever the girl was, was siphoning her abilities subconsciously. Lilith was both proud, and furious.

The coup of the Vromme lands had been...easier than she expected. A rise to power so bloody she had licked her coat clean twice and still had life-liquid matted to her dark ebony skin. But this had come to pass, as all things do, and peace reigned within the marshlands. It was a sort of, serene feelings, a comfortable blanket that befell all who entered. But not many did, no, the lands outside her borders remained mostly a mystery. Lilith had no desire to seek it out.

Along the river banks she walked with grace not befitting her age. Aged well, perhaps was the best way to describe her--though her immortality had been sapped just like much of her power. Regardless, the wrinkles of age had still been stayed...if only for now. She could feel it inwardly, however, the slow burn of time catching up with her. She would be frightened, she should be. The feeling didn't exist.

It is then that yellow catches the green-tinted beast that roams not far from where her cloven feet stop. In silence she observes, wondering if he has business here, wondering if he had known the bloody fights and sacrifices had been of all the male natives. For surely, if he had, the man would not have wandered so freely into the Witch's lands. "Do you make it a habit, I wonder, to enter in lands where you are not welcome?"

Davaros • NOTES GO HERE

Davaros

Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.3hh
8 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
130 crystals
11 posts



INTO THE RIVER'

His time away was both a blessing and a curse. While his knowledge of his homeland and swelled exponentially in a way a sedentary life in the Vromme holdings would have never given him, it cast an enigmatic miasma over his birthplace. Lost along rivers deep in the mountains on high, having forged a path through the recesses of forests unseen by living eyes, Davaros had been in solitude. And he had kept it that way. When he ventured too closely to the lands in which fresh scents of equine lingered, it was the opposite direction his brass hooves carried him. Years had passed since he'd had more than several words with another living soul, and he rather liked it that way.

But through those travels he had clung to the House of Vromme. He subconsciously polished his commoner title in the night when he swayed into sleep. The flood plains he had returned to held a portion of his soul Davaros could not relinquish. It was the land of his father, the lands where his sire and dam had passed, and he hoped to make it the very same for himself. Though Winter's icy grasp had paralyzed the waters and buried the sturdy, filling grasses that grew here, it was still his home. Or was it? His approach slowed, steps reaching through the inches of powder with more caution. Eyes of emerald, seemingly plucked from the cave's and polished to it's finest beauty, scanned the twilight plains and their rolling banks. There was no one. When he had left, the House had been prosperous. Yes, the witching hour was nearly upon them, but there was always someone about. Some guard, some sentry.

Anyone would have missed her with a sweeping glance. A pelt of umbra broken only with the treasure trove of eyes that leered beneath a curtain of ink tresses, Davaros had missed her the first time, but his visage snapped back to her person as she halted. Brumes from his breath rose as it shallowed. Their was a strength to her gaze he had not experienced in... well, years. He felt the need to stand tall beneath it, to square his hooves, and raise his slender tail if only for elegance. Two horns ripped through her forehead and swept through the atmos at her crown, commanding in shade and their carriage. Delicate jewelry hung from her ear, and silence clung to her as if a friend. That was, until her accusation fell, dipped in poison and kissed with darkness. Lands unwelcome?

His malachite visionaries turned from her, scanning again the vacant Vromme south. How much had transpired while he was away? Though Davaros was a man of collection and tranquility, a visible swallow rode down the length of his throat as his eyes returned to her piercing pair. His fore-left curled beneath him, his right extending and carving a laceration through the snow. His nape arched, a sign of subjugation, for creeping unease this was no regular stranger was overwhelming his mind's eye. "Forgive me, ma'am, for I only wish to return home after years spent on pilgrimage." He offers, his alto voice a refreshing change from the sea of tenors in the Valley. It was refreshing, like the water, and clung to a sense of wisdom that had yet to completely forge. "I meant no offense." his apology fell, spoken with clarity so she may hear, but his visage did not raise.
If necessary, he would not until told.


Word Count: 584
Tagged: Lilith
OOC: he's so ????

bust & table by soupi; bg by shifaz shamoon


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





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