Fimbulvetr

Ren

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Björn & Lirr

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#91



you lay there silent there before me
YOUR TEARS THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME

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"maren talking", "women within"


TAGGED: @[Someone]
WC: 535
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: None

coding © soupi
manip © haraima @ dA

powerplay allowed!
be warned!
maren is highly unpredictable
Tag: @[Maren]

#92


Antiope

My purpose is greater than my pain.
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"Antiope’s speech!" Antiope’s thoughts!
Tag: @[Antiope]

#93


Ezra the Dirt

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mild powerplay allowed.
Tag: @[Ezra]

#94

SKAUG


NEVER FORGET WHAT YOU ARE


Quad quartz visionaries peered through the Red Wood Trees with a distance only found in the hallowed. A snort jettisoned from his nostrils at the stray thought. Hallowed. Used to described the broken, the beaten, and the damned, those who would never see grace or feel content as others do. But, was he not those very words? Once a man who had been born in the primitive clans of the Outlands but since has shed all remainders of that life. Once he had been a man who had adopted then followed his younger sister into whatever danger she found but now... Skaug's obsidian nostrils flared red with a billowing snort, and his rack of horns shook in attempts to shoo the memories. But he couldn't, could he?

Because now he had lost her. Grenlid had been forever an enigma, but now her soul had ran down paths he could not follow; he dared not follow. Once he had been a man of honor and courage standing with a heretical herd and found reprieve in the company of their second, but now he was alone with a bleeding heart. It had been wounded by his dismissal, and with the loss of his sister it had all but frozen. A dark ice had eclipsed it's warmth and the cold seemed to seep into the very flow of his veins. Leonine tail lashed behind him, again a futile attempt to stifle his wandering mind's eye. Images of all those faces ricocheted in his mind, each one only a second before moving on.

He threw his weight back into his hinds, pelt pulled taught over tensed muscles. Seraphim wings spread amongst the monstrous redwood surrounding him, testing the lack of current here simply to occupy his thoughts as his muzzle dug into his chest and he lipped absently at the buckle clasping his bear pelt cape to his shoulders. Finally, those thoughts faded. He forced them, shoved them down into the recesses of his mind, compartmentalizing them so that they may never both them again (hardly). All four of his eyes blinked, and his pupil lacking orbs finally studied where he had ambled. Vision rose up the high branches of the trees, some all but having shed their fiery autumnal leaves so that their gnarled fingers reached desperately into the melancholy sky. There was only one forest in all of Fimbulvetr that had redwood, and it was vast and nestled into the center of the country. Blinking into the clouds, Skaug smelled the air a moment, felt the moisture in the air. It could rain.

As if rehearsed a droplet of rain water splashed into the rivers of his facial scars. He could feel it slither down the canyon, staining his dark mask further. Audits fell back as another droplet slapped his chest. The steady patter of a faint rainfall upon leaves rose in volume, and Skaug pushed himself further despite no desire lying ahead of him. It was his curse to be forever a man without purpose, a man burdened to travel the realms alone. As the damp forest swelled with the rain water, the lone stud's heavy hoof falls carried him through the crimson trees, visage held low and wings held on high for extra protection from the rain. Could he try and hole himself up in the realms of the Houses? Of course. But the beast felt no draw to them, and while their denizens would huddle together to weather the storm, the beast would continue on. What else was there to do?


W C: 592
T A G: Open!
M U S E: 5/5
V O I C E: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

O O C: yeet oof


YOU ARE A MURDERER
NO MATTER HOW BELOVED
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]

#95

EVANDR


HELL IS EMPTY


Quad quartz visionaries peered through the Red Wood Trees with a distance only found in the hallowed. A snort jettisoned from his nostrils at the stray thought. Hallowed. Used to described the broken, the beaten, and the damned, those who would never see grace or feel content as others do. But, was he not those very words? Once a man who had been born in the primitive clans of the Outlands but since has shed all remainders of that life. Once he had been a man who had adopted then followed his younger sister into whatever danger she found but now... Skaug's obsidian nostrils flared red with a billowing snort, and his rack of horns shook in attempts to shoo the memories. But he couldn't, could he?

Because now he had lost her. Grenlid had been forever an enigma, but now her soul had ran down paths he could not follow; he dared not follow. Once he had been a man of honor and courage standing with a heretical herd and found reprieve in the company of their second, but now he was alone with a bleeding heart. It had been wounded by his dismissal, and with the loss of his sister it had all but frozen. A dark ice had eclipsed it's warmth and the cold seemed to seep into the very flow of his veins. Leonine tail lashed behind him, again a futile attempt to stifle his wandering mind's eye. Images of all those faces ricocheted in his mind, each one only a second before moving on.

He threw his weight back into his hinds, pelt pulled taught over tensed muscles. Seraphim wings spread amongst the monstrous redwood surrounding him, testing the lack of current here simply to occupy his thoughts as his muzzle dug into his chest and he lipped absently at the buckle clasping his bear pelt cape to his shoulders. Finally, those thoughts faded. He forced them, shoved them down into the recesses of his mind, compartmentalizing them so that they may never both them again (hardly). All four of his eyes blinked, and his pupil lacking orbs finally studied where he had ambled. Vision rose up the high branches of the trees, some all but having shed their fiery autumnal leaves so that their gnarled fingers reached desperately into the melancholy sky. There was only one forest in all of Fimbulvetr that had redwood, and it was vast and nestled into the center of the country. Blinking into the clouds, Skaug smelled the air a moment, felt the moisture in the air. It could rain.

As if rehearsed a droplet of rain water splashed into the rivers of his facial scars. He could feel it slither down the canyon, staining his dark mask further. Audits fell back as another droplet slapped his chest. The steady patter of a faint rainfall upon leaves rose in volume, and Skaug pushed himself further despite no desire lying ahead of him. It was his curse to be forever a man without purpose, a man burdened to travel the realms alone. As the damp forest swelled with the rain water, the lone stud's heavy hoof falls carried him through the crimson trees, visage held low and wings held on high for extra protection from the rain. Could he try and hole himself up in the realms of the Houses? Of course. But the beast felt no draw to them, and while their denizens would huddle together to weather the storm, the beast would continue on. What else was there to do?


W C: 592
T A G: Open!
M U S E: 5/5
V O I C E: Idris Elba
O O C: yeet oof


AND ALL THE DEVILS
ARE HERE
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]

#96



death













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no wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
nothing satisfies me but your soul
Tag: @[Death]

#97

evette


OF ALL THINGS SAD I EVER HEARD


Quad quartz visionaries peered through the Red Wood Trees with a distance only found in the hallowed. A snort jettisoned from his nostrils at the stray thought. Hallowed. Used to described the broken, the beaten, and the damned, those who would never see grace or feel content as others do. But, was he not those very words? Once a man who had been born in the primitive clans of the Outlands but since has shed all remainders of that life. Once he had been a man who had adopted then followed his younger sister into whatever danger she found but now... Skaug's obsidian nostrils flared red with a billowing snort, and his rack of horns shook in attempts to shoo the memories. But he couldn't, could he?

Because now he had lost her. Grenlid had been forever an enigma, but now her soul had ran down paths he could not follow; he dared not follow. Once he had been a man of honor and courage standing with a heretical herd and found reprieve in the company of their second, but now he was alone with a bleeding heart. It had been wounded by his dismissal, and with the loss of his sister it had all but frozen. A dark ice had eclipsed it's warmth and the cold seemed to seep into the very flow of his veins. Leonine tail lashed behind him, again a futile attempt to stifle his wandering mind's eye. Images of all those faces ricocheted in his mind, each one only a second before moving on.

He threw his weight back into his hinds, pelt pulled taught over tensed muscles. Seraphim wings spread amongst the monstrous redwood surrounding him, testing the lack of current here simply to occupy his thoughts as his muzzle dug into his chest and he lipped absently at the buckle clasping his bear pelt cape to his shoulders. Finally, those thoughts faded. He forced them, shoved them down into the recesses of his mind, compartmentalizing them so that they may never both them again (hardly). All four of his eyes blinked, and his pupil lacking orbs finally studied where he had ambled. Vision rose up the high branches of the trees, some all but having shed their fiery autumnal leaves so that their gnarled fingers reached desperately into the melancholy sky. There was only one forest in all of Fimbulvetr that had redwood, and it was vast and nestled into the center of the country. Blinking into the clouds, Skaug smelled the air a moment, felt the moisture in the air. It could rain.

As if rehearsed a droplet of rain water splashed into the rivers of his facial scars. He could feel it slither down the canyon, staining his dark mask further. Audits fell back as another droplet slapped his chest. The steady patter of a faint rainfall upon leaves rose in volume, and Skaug pushed himself further despite no desire lying ahead of him. It was his curse to be forever a man without purpose, a man burdened to travel the realms alone. As the damp forest swelled with the rain water, the lone stud's heavy hoof falls carried him through the crimson trees, visage held low and wings held on high for extra protection from the rain. Could he try and hole himself up in the realms of the Houses? Of course. But the beast felt no draw to them, and while their denizens would huddle together to weather the storm, the beast would continue on. What else was there to do?


W C: 592
T A G: Open!
M U S E: 5/5
V O I C E: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

O O C: yeet oof


'I JUST USED TO BE SO HAPPY'
IS THE MOST HEARTBREAKING OF ALL
Tag: @[Evette]

#98

Evette

i broke my own heart loving you

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TAGGED: None
WC: None
MUSE: 5/5
OOC: None



Tag: @[Evette]

#99

insane, inside the danger gets me high
can't help myself got secrets I cant tell



When Vladius first took ear of the party that was to be held in Fell (wherever that was) by the House Ambrosius, he was loath to attend. There was only one reason as to why he was here, and that was his sister. She was his priority now. He had to find her, and then the two of them had to figure out some way to get home. For surely, if there was a way in, there had to be a way back out. But when the strange looking three-eyed raven let slip of an open bar, Vlad was quick to perk up. He was itching for a drink, and the idea of there being alcohol at this get together, or whatever it was, was too great for him to pass up. The fact that it was free was just an added bonus.

He thought to inquire the help of a tailor, but he needn't bother. No one here knew or cared for him besides Vitaliya, and he knew not to expect her appearance at such an eloquent gathering. It'd be the last place she'd ever go. Never one for finery either way, not even during combat when his brothers would all done great suits of armor, Vlad cared naught for smooth silks and boiled leather. He did, however, prefer to arrive with a clean coat and well combed out tresses. Taking a few hours to prepare, he soaked in a river not far from where the raven's message had dictated the location of the event. Scrubbing the grime that he'd obtained from the bowels of the great tree that the crescent mare had referred to as 'the Bifrost' from his legs and polishing up freshly trimmed hooves, he soon found himself before the entrance of a cave.

A gleaming rose gold, he left his mane to curl as it was want to do. Falling to meet the ground, the luscious locks lapped at his neck as he stepped inside. The roar of a nearby waterfall was his welcome, and he edged around it as the other guests no doubt had. Faerie lights lining the tunnel, he spied a decorative wall of flowers. Warm light spilling through, he could make out the soft trilling of a harp and the echo of conversation. Lips quirking slightly as a single draconian wing stretched forth to part the veil of white decorative buds, he entered the room. It was beautiful, to say the least, and the effort was not lost on him, but he was hardly here to marvel at the decor.

Brilliant, rogue-pink opals were quick to case the room for a fountain or even a cask of wine. Satisfied with what he found, he leisurely made his way over toward an assortment of desserts. Refined, as any prince should be, the arch of his neck was poised perfectly, his stride eloquent. Even the subtle bounce of leather wings was finely exaggerated. Reaching out once more with the same appendage as before, he grasped at a cup and brought the divine liquid to meet his tongue. Sighing graciously, he settled into the backdrop of the bubbling party, offering only polite greetings to those who dared approach him and avoiding the searching eyes of lustful women as best he could.

Vlad was content to observe the goings on in quiet solitude, but when sharp eyes found even sharper wolf teeth, his curiosity peaked to a point that could not be ignored. Mind brimming with questions, he watched the masked gentleman wade his way through the crowd, watched as he held a brief conference with a glacier faced stallion, and after him, a spritely looking filly.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the fanged stallion already held his attention regardless. Abandoning his glass of delicious red wine, if only for the moment, he strode over to the couple. Rosegold, leathery wings trailing out beside him, his movements were slow and deliberate, the gentle sway of his pleasurable gait drawing even more eyes as he moved away from the bar, slinking off to a quieter corner of the room where a gilted filly and the masked gentleman both hovered. Brows raising slightly to expose the dark of his sclera, velveteen lips turned up in a lopsided grin; he wore a smirk. “Aren’t we all kings and queens of distant realms?” Vladious interrupted, the husky undertones of his voice a vast contrast to the lady who had only just spoken. Settling off to the side of the young man who’s head carried a heavy crown, he followed the line of topaz eyes. To say that he was hardly surprised to hear of Aréte's title as a dowager queen would have been an understatement. He had sensed the aridity that noblewomen of higher stature often tended to carry, it followed them, ever looming like that of an unmaskable musk. Not only the ladies but lords too. It was the difference between common folk and those of royal blood. “I had the displeasure of making her acquaintance when I stumbled upon the Bifrost.” Though he spoke the truth, his face remained placid. There was no ill intent in his eyes, and in fact, appreciation was all that burned from within their ancient depths. She was a refreshing change from the women of Castle Reichenstein. Where most practically threw themselves at his feet, begging for his attention, she was distant and cold, and he could respect that. Of course, those were merely just his outward observations as she remained cordial throughout the whole ordeal, even when his temper flared up.

Only when the filly began again did he turn back, but when he spoke, it was not her that he addressed. “I’m curious, will you tell me what sates your thirst? Be it the arduous wine King Caelian,” he paused to nod at the lady, “as you say,” before continuing, “has so graciously offered, or might it be of a more unwholesome variety?” A knowing glint in his eyes, the crinkle in his brow made the smile he was wearing look almost downright devious.

"Speeking."



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magic use & mild force permitted
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Tag: @[Vladius]





Fenhedhis



Elgara vallas, da'len... Melavar somniar...




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