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Èibhlin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
16hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Randalin
80 crystals
3 posts
Tywin N A K I tiyre

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She hated this place already.

Who in their right mind permitted a tree to grow as large and unruly as the one before her? Her ears flickered in annoyance while a smile danced across her lips; her uncle would have the owner’s hide for letting it get so out of control. The twisting, cave like root system disturbed her perhaps more than the overall size of the tree; it was unnatural to have so many roots above the earth. She was already contemplating plans to quickly pass through this territory; the whole of it felt off and strangely dangerous. She has passed through numerous places of various environments throughout the last several years; lands filled monsters and mayhem, but none gave her quite the same chill as this one. Not to mention the rain.

The rain had not let up since she first spotted the damned tree and she wholeheartedly blamed the thing for her soaked skin and dripping jewels.

With a roll of amethyst eyes to weeping skies she finally approaches the closest opening under the tree, she stared and cursed it for a solid ten minutes before convincing herself to budge. Muttering under her breath she steps into the inky darkness, pausing after entirely under the curling branches to allow her eyesight to adjust. Tripping is not on her agenda. You’re procrastinating. With a long-suffering sigh she snarkily replies to herself, Thank you for that observation. The fact that she is mentally speaking with herself is by no means lost, but that’s the way she has always been; she finds it amusing. Eibhlin developed the trait after fleeing her betrothed; it’s hard to hold a conversation with anyone but yourself when living on the run and too afraid to interact with others.

Another sigh and another upward roll of dulled eyes.

Move on, Eib.

Grumbling at her brain’s commentary, she continues walking, the sound of the rain becoming softer and softer the further under the blasted tree she goes. A skittering sound gives her pause and she wishes she had her cousin’s unique ability to see perfectly in the blackest of rooms. Marco’s ability of course came with consequences involving daylight, but he was brilliant at their night games. She snorts as she quickly becomes lost in the memory from a long dead childhood; her footsteps careful though she hears no more alarming noises. The village’s youth often played games together while their parents did ‘adult tasks’ (as they were called by said adults), but the rules were clear: always return home before the last ray is swallowed by the night and never venture alone. As with most rules, there was an exception to the first; on one evening a week the adults would stand around and keep watch over their antics under the cover of darkness. Her cousin Marco quickly became known as the “king of night” by the rest of the children and he shone beautifully on those nights; the only time the playing field worked in his favor.

I wonder how he is doing? The thought poked at the carefully guarded bubble of pain-inducing memories and quickly she moved back into the recollection of games with her favorite cousin. The idea of never seeing him again too horrible even years later.





Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
480 crystals
26 posts

All things are working for my good

Silently, Nevermore stood with his pupiless gaze solely fixated upon the stormy skies. There was a slow blink of his purple visionaries as his gaunt visage twisted with contemplation. Why did it rain? Of course he knew that rain provided life to all things but why? Did the clouds weep because it withholds some form of emotion and it is simply releasing it upon the earth? Is that why the skies became a bitter, sulky grey, and the thunder echoed its complaints? Did all weather hold some form of emotion? Perhaps he was simply over analyzing things again. And it was this thought alone that pushed him to remove his gaze from the rain above.

With his raven hair slick and weighing down his nape he lifted his visage higher to keep the inky stands from brushing the ground. Now soaked to the bone he rose drenched wings to give his head some form of covering from the ruthless downpour. To see him he must have looked like an impressive albeit pitiful sight to see as he stood there, scoping out a better means for covering. It was too far to fly back to the humble lands of Ambrosius in this unpredictable weather, which left him with the only option of waiting it out. Feathered tail snapping a spray of liquid from his hinds he decided to ease his way into the oh so welcoming roots of the bifrost.

It had been a while since he last plunged into the depths of the gigantic tree. In fact he had not set foot inside the colossal bifrost since helping his king, Caelian, escape. Would he really be so keen on going back in a second time? Yes, of course. After all, he had nothing to lose. The talons of his clawed hands clicked and scraped against the wood grain and stone flooring while the hooves of his hinds clopped along. It was a strange symphony, but an oddly pleasant one at that. Glowing eyes scanned the walls while amethyst tinted breath exited his nares and maw. An old hymn lost to the sands of time spilled from his lips, filling the dark void with a soft melody. Perhaps he would simply waste some time down here and emerge once the storm was over.

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Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
540 crystals
101 posts

be swift!


Something is happening!

As the pair unwittingly made their way closer in each other's directions, the great tree watched in anticipation. Perhaps to allow them one meager glimpse of salvation? Dangle them from cleverly set hooks outfitted in its favorite bait- treachery. Unable to help it's distasteful nature, illusions began to take shape within the earthy bowels of the tunnels.

As the sodden female worked her way ever deeper, her jewels and their trappings tinkled together like chimes in gentle semblance of music.
Music...
Clever as any living beast, the tree began weaving its lies.
As Éibhlin's footsteps thudded softly in the softening loam of the cavern floor, the reaching darkness ahead seemed to thicken and shift, and from its endless maw drifted the softest strains of a lullaby. As sweet and aching as any mother's song, the notes seemed to emanate from a single tunnel, as if begging the girl to follow after. Meanwhile, from the opposite network of catacombs, that same haunting melody seemed to dance around the folded wings of the ambrosius regent- toying around his ears and leading in one single direction.

Would the duo take the bait and search out the source of the tune? The tree could not take the bitter chance of failure.

With vicious glee, the ground in the tunnels seemed to quake and rumble, massive sounds booming from above, behind, below- the sound of the earth breaking around the roots of the tunnels. But what was real? The stones and dirt that showered the two travelers seemed quite real indeed- what was behind them seemed to collapse in on itself like a deflated lung, sending out plumes of choking dust and debris. The only clear way through the trembling earth was towards the music; but what lay in wait?

Would the pair take a chance in the devious tunnels, or follow the haunting possibility of hope?


@[Éibhlin] Nevermore


Èibhlin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
16hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Randalin
80 crystals
3 posts
Nevermore

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Focus on the good, Eib. She successfully pulled melancholy thoughts back into the box stored in the back of her mind behind a locked door marked “keep away”. As her uncle would say, “It does no good to dwell on what cannot be fixed.” A soft smile dances across white-splashed features and for a moment she forgets that she is strolling through an unknown land, under an overgrown weed of a tree. A melody, simultaneously beautiful and alarming, floats into her ears. The smile on her lips vanishes and a trickle of fear sends a chill down the length of her spine.

She pauses in her journey to consider the sound and the possibilities it brings with it.

Not one to live a half-life shrouded in fear, she forces herself to take that first step forward...toward the achingly haunted melody. As her step lands, the ground begins to quake, almost as though the earth grew impatience for her decision. The shaking increases and rocks, dirt, and bits of dead leaves cascade into a whirlwind of destruction as the tunnel begins to collapse behind her. Eibhlin breaks into a panicked run in the direction she already intended to go, toward that bittersweet music. Confusion and terror war with each other on her face, how can this be? The timing of the earthquake too precise in her logical mind, but magic has never made sense despite her great dislike for it.

Is this magic?

As she sprints down the trail, afraid of tripping and afraid of what waits at the end, she finds the time to debate the idea that someone is causing all of this to happen. The silent conversation keeps her focus on escape and not the mounting panic clawing at her chest.

It works quite well.

Well, until she collides with a large, soaked body and goes down in a tangle of jewelry and limbs.

Fortunately for the poor soul, her subconscious must have realized what was about to happen and her head twisted away to spare him the accidental wrath of a rather sharp horn. With heaving sides, she drags herself back to her feet, an apology on her lips before practicality and survival skills tell her to check on the status of the collapse happening behind her. Amethyst eyes sweep over the area quickly and gratefully realize the earth is quieter here, but that the eerie music is closer. She glances at the stranger she bounced off of and with a quick murmur, apologizes, before following the sound that wrapped itself around her brain. ”Forgive me.”

A handful of steps away from the male, she does a double take back at him. Can he hear it too? Never one to mince words, she dives straight into asking, not bothering to question whether he is friend or foe first. ”Do you hear that?” She waits for an answer but returns her steady gaze back in the direction the sound flows from.






Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
480 crystals
26 posts
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
It only took a couple of seconds for the male to stop his lovely serenade in order to pick up on the rise of another tune. It started of nearly too quiet for him to hear before growing in volume to a degree. He found it mildly alarming that any form of music would be playing down here. But then again, within this enchanted tree anything was possible, that he had learned. His audits swiveled to and fro, front and back to make out the general direction the chime was coming from. Craning his neck a little higher he found that it mostly came from the tunnel that lay ahead of himself and of course as curiosity grasp him he followed.

He might not have needed much convincing but it seemed as if the bifrost was making sure he would not turn around. As dirt and various foliage began to rain down upon the ebon man, Nevermore pushed himself into a gallop. His head whipped around to see the cavern collapsing in on itself and a new sense of urgency he'd never felt before gripped him tight. Perhaps this was what one called fear. Never before had he encountered a feeling as strong as this in all his centuries of life. Then again he'd never been this close to death before either. His once still heart hammered hard within his chest while his barrel rose and fell with staggered breaths.

His attention was tossed forward once more when he felt a heavy body collide with his own. Startled, the beast half reared to counter the loss of balance only to find a mare quickly standing to her hooves. An undignified squawk reminiscent of a crow fell from his inky lips as his talons landed upon the ground once again. Where had she just come from? Was the tunnel still collapsing? And why could he still hear the soft undertones of faint music? There was just too much to process but his mind snapped back to the woman standing before him as she uttered an apology. Thou hast no need to apologize...

Faint purple breath briefly illuminated his features in the dark woven cavern as he spoke. Glowing lavender eyes flickered quickly behind him to check the walls of yggdrasil only to find the tremors beginning to stabilize within this area. Which coincidentally happened to be the same area the music was playing in. Facing the jewel clad woman his head tipped upon her inquiry. So, she could hear it too? Doth thou mean the faint melody? Thine ears hear it too. His talons clicked against the ground as he inched closer to the music filled tunnel, eyes squinting with hints of worry.

I knowest not which way to go. Yea, thine heart seeks freedom... He uttered softly before glancing back at the violet hued maiden. Taking more steps forward into the remaining tunnel he wondered if she too would come along. Surely no one wished to be left alone within the ever changing landscape of the bifrost.
000 words. tagged. @[Éibhlin]

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
540 crystals
101 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Both Èibhlin and Nevermore find themselves in new corridor. With dust from their respective collapsing tunnels still settling, it seems they both have elected to continue pursuing the strange, melancholy lullaby...

It is the male who decides to take the lead with the investigation, and it is ultimately his downfall. The volume of the weeping lull grows, the feminine voice evolving into a harsh, angry rasp littered with cracks of blackened sorrow. Deeper into the cavern, a damp rises in the air. At first it is nothing akin to regular moisture in a soggy cave. But the humidity follows, and soon, their breathes seem to draw through damp gauze draped across their muzzles. Still, the lullaby grows every stronger, ever louder, a desperate but angry cry for a loved one lost.

"Hush, little one, don't you dare cry,
Mama's here to help those tears dry.
It's alright now, love, don't you fret.
We'll sing our own duet.
Of love, of life.
Hush, little one..."

The voice climbs into a growl, the all consuming darkness of the tunnel suddenly failing to the soft bioluminescence that rapidly flares to life. An eight legged widow, her appendages mottled in glowing red specks, rises from the ground before the stallion. She is easily his height, if not more with the breadth of her legs. Her song continues despite her lightning advance, the sallow song echoing eerily along the damp cave walls. Pointed phalanges outstretch, eager to snag the pegasus Nevermoe. Better act quickly now!

Participants in this thread may fight off the giant widow then leave the Bifrost at their leisure. Congratulations! Èibhlin will reach the Slidr River Valley with Nevermore's aid!


Èibhlin

Nonpartisan
Equine
Mare
16hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Randalin
80 crystals
3 posts
Nevermore

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His manner of speaking reminded her of unpleasant things, poking and prodding her carefully guarded bubble of pain. She ignored the sensation and focused on him. Aside from the way in which he spoke, everything about the male was entirely different and mentally she thanked the stars for that small blessing. She centered her attention on the vast differences between him and the others who spoke in much the same way; even on the words themselves which bore no disdain for her clumsy mistake. It sparked a bit of warmth into limbs and heart previously thought thawed. With a quick nod, she confirms his question regarding the music and steps forward a second time in pace with his own clicking pace. As does mine. Her tone is soured by an undercurrent of sorrow but she is quick to rectify the mistake.

Her hooves carefully follow after him, her time spent on the run and primarily alone doing little to dissuade her from following the man. As he directs their path, she takes the opportunity to observe him. His appearance is rather unique, the mating of a raven meeting a horse, but she does not shudder in revulsion or fear. She suspects others in his life have done more than enough of that and she cares nothing for outward appearances...being deceived by the most beautiful creatures will do that to a soul. Èibhlin takes in his coat that looks nearly celestial with the star-like spots of white down to the talons that adorn his forelimbs, and finally up to the visage of nightmares. To some. She nearly snorts aloud, his teeth are reminiscent of needles and indeed would frighten many, but to her, they seem...useful.

Before she can continue her perusal of sunken cheeks and glowing eyes, the eerie melody captures her attention as it changes from a luring song to a growling rumble. ”Wa-” Her speech cuts itself off as a monster emerges. Now that is frightening. She chastises herself immediately knowing it’s not the time to remark on what actually scares her. The widow moves quickly and with a lurch of a trembling heart, she leaps forward in front of the winged man. Brandishing the horn she disparaged moments ago, she sinks it deep into the spider’s left leg that stretched toward the pegasus. For a split second, she hesitates, having never attacked another. The angry hiss of the oversized spider jars her enough that she immediately withdraws her horn and retreats several steps back.

”Put those teeth to good use!” Èibhlin shouts at the man, dodging another seeking limb. If not for the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she would have questioned her sanity at jumping to spare a stranger, but for now her actions wait to be reviewed should she survive. It rattles her though after avoiding the company of others for so long; distrust filling her more often than not. Stop it, Èib, evaluate later. She drops herself low, the jewels down her stomach nearly scraping the ground, as the bleeding limb sweeps overhead. A relieved breath leaves her a moment too soon as the widow lands a hit on the follow through. Knocked completely onto her side, she grumbles under her breath about oversized trees and spiders, but quickly regains her feet. She feels the eyes of the monster on her and determination fills her. Amethyst eyes dart from the monster’s back to the stranger and with an impish grin she dives toward the back of the spider. ”Come on then! There’s an opening over here!”

She runs past the opening, grateful for the agility being raised with adventurous cousins afforded her as she jumps and dodges over flailing limbs. Despite not having any fighting prowess, she manages to score several nicks to those creepy legs drawing the widow’s eyes away from the male. Her lilting laugh fills the air, high on success and adrenaline. Twisting, she does not spy the dark winged man anymore and assumes he took advantage of the distraction she provided. The thought of being alone with the monster sobers her laugh as much as the realization that she is bleeding from the earlier strike. Warmth trails down chestnut skin, spreading under and over the jewelry she wears. Ice spears her heart. Quickly, nearly in a panic, she circles back around and flies toward the exit with a raging beast spitting and hissing its anger.

On shaking legs, she stops once she knows the widow cannot escape its confines and turns to seek out the stranger. The need to be alone and process what happened and what she foolishly did presses down on her, but she shakes it off for now. Crimson spills at a slower rate down her right side and the tightness in her chest eases a bit knowing that nothing vital was struck. Slowly, Èibhlin takes stock of herself, checking for injuries she missed, but aside from the laceration to her side and the subsequent bruising she knows will form around it, she is unharmed. Huffing out a breath, she calls out, realizing she does not see where the pegasus went. ”Hello?”







Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
480 crystals
26 posts
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
The woman adorned in jewelry seemed to trust and follow in behind him easily enough, although he truly had no idea where he was going. Nor did he know what lay ahead of them. Had he known he never would have brought them this way. Glowing purple eyes flickered back briefly to assure she was indeed still there but the change in melody to the lullaby sung to them was what grippe his attention once more. Dark eldritch audits snapped forward as his brow lifted ever so slightly. The song had gone from an enticing note to the stuff of nightmares in less than no time at all.

The flare of crimson light and the massive widow rising within the cavern caused his jaw to slacken. Normally the phantom held no qualms against spiders, but this one and its size left him frozen in place. Watching as the creature drew near at lighting speed Nevermore drew up on his hind legs, wings spread wide take off into flight. That is until he felt the body of his traveling companion brush past him. He gave a flap of his wings to steady himself before his front half landed heavily upon the ground once more. And in doing so witnessed the chestnut fae brandish her horn and spear the widow's limb.

It was amazing for him to see a stranger toss aside their own safety for the thought of his own. And in doing so it made him question if any others were the same way. However, his thoughts were cut short as he heard the woman beside him shout over the eerie song echoing within the cave. My teeth? He questioned briefly, a hint of disbelief creeping into his thick romanian. As a predator his fangs had been stained by the blood of many, but never a spider's or any insect for that matter. His incandescent eyes skimmed the fresh battlefield as the widow continued to target the woman.

But amazingly enough the chestnut was able to dance through he the majority of the spider's attacks and disappear into an adjacent end of the ever changing tree. All the while, Nevermore had been using the distraction provided to inch closer and closer toward the desired escape route. But the moment the distraction ended he watched was the widow rounded back on him with vengeance. Breaking into a gallop he ran underneath the abdomen of the insect, only whipping around to confront a limb flying towards him.

Stretching his forearm forward the specter grasped the pointed leg within his talons, but failed to snatch up the other fast approaching him. Nevermore's jaws released an angered caw reminiscent of a crows as he felt the pointy limb pierce his shoulder like a white hot needle. Pain flooded his senses and the phantom stretched his neck over to bite off what he could of the leg. As the spider reeled back writhing in pain he used that opportunity to dive into the tunnel and race and halfway limp towards the exit of yggdrasil. His nares flared wide from with the much needed intake of oxygen and his audits hid themselves within his dark licorice tresses.

Bursting into the light of the outside world the pegasus gave a heavy snort, lavender brume exiting his nares. Slowing his hurried gait to a stop the nightmarish stallion turned his attention back to his shoulder. From there he could see the long ebon, glowing limb sticking out of him like a spear. With another hesitant snort he gripped the leg in his teeth and proceeded to yank it out with a short lived squeal. Dropping the weapon he then used his arcane powers of blood bending to thicken and clot his wound though it left him with great exhaustion. Laying upon the ground the lavender wisp of magic vanished as his eye lids fell to half mast. You hold thine enternal gratitude...thank you dear stranger. Nevermore murmured in short pauses.
000 words. tagged. @[Éibhlin]




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