Fimbulvetr

Poppy

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Aishe & Evandr

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Private ➳ a graveyard full of broken statues

#1

Dusk was brewing in the golden backdrop of the point of no return. Cold claws clasped tightly around Marishka’s small frame with great force. Her breathing was shallow and harsh against the chilled air, but Marishka’s was unbothered by the unforgiving wastes. Her hooves clicked softly against the smoothed rocky surface, and intrusive thoughts began to creep into her mind. But Marishka was not here to show weakness. Not again. A snarl ripped from her throat, and her slender legs slammed against the ground in harsh stomps. What had warranted this anger that the ivory and ebony girl felt?

Maybe it was the meeting in the oasis. Her outburst was only a glimmer of what Marishka truly felt about being in exile. It was lonely. No one understood her…not even her own mother.

These were the same crags that her mother had visited that night with the girl in tow. Nothing made sense that night. They had been bedded down in the oasis, ready for a broken night’s sleep, when her mother had stood and started walking. Confused, Marishka followed. They walked for a while before approaching the Point. And then…that’s when Marishka’s world was changed for the worst, or perhaps the better.

Marishka’s glittering purple eyes peeked over the edge as the hanging bridge swung wildly against the updraft. Her hooves were mere inches from the edge. This spot was where it had happened. Flinging herself from the edge, Marishka’s mother fell to her death.

A deep sigh slipped from Marishka’s lips in a hushed hiss. Loose curls fell against her pale face, and a single crocodile tear rolled down her snout. This tear wasn’t for her mother, but instead for the life she could have had if she was only born across the bridge. A normal life may have been the difference between this shell of a girl, and a blossoming young mare.




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Fjalltindr Commoner

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 7 Winter ❅
  • Height: 19hh
  • Arcana: Bloodbending
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 65
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  • Played By: Kagome

#2
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
The specter slipped like a shadow through the growing darkness falling across the land. With is head low thin silky locks dragged endlessly upon the ground as he silently continued his trivial exploration. There was a lot on his mind as of late and the beast typically did not dwell on the dismal interactions of the world but these events were directly affecting him. Emotions normally did not register for him, allowing him to carelessly brush whatever might be happening off and continue on as if nothing had ever happened. But here lately, the phantom was experiencing rare blips of something whether it be happiness, confusion or anger.

To a degree, it worried him. It meant that he was slowly becoming more and more like a real equine rather than some emotionless robot. That was what his creator wanted right? For him to be a living, functioning creature, indistinguishable from those around him on a mental and emotional level? But that also meant subjugating himself to the woes and other turmoil that came with such emotions. And that was something Nevermore did not want. For once in his terribly long life he did not want to become what his master intended. He wanted to stay the same, unaffected by everything around him.

Lifting his ebon visage the creature's ethereal lavender eyes skimmed the scenery before him. With a slow blink of his eyes he realized that he was near some sort of desert. From what he could tell the landscape looked rather desolate but it was enough to pull himself out of his plaguing thoughts. Talons clicked and scraped across the crags he walked upon, within the distance he noted a bridge swinging idly. Spreading his obsidian wings he gave them a tested flap, sweeping a cloud of dust and sand away from him but immediately refolded them. He was too tired to fly, and so he decided to walk to his destination instead.

Upon his arrival he witnessed a lone woman standing near the very edge of the sheer cliff face. Nevermore stopped his haunting gait to turn his visage in the stranger's direction, watching her intently. Did she intend to jump? Surly she could not have been admiring the steepness of the cliffs. A faint sight escaped his jaws in the form of glowing lavender breath. He stood there for what felt like a little while and she still did not seem to notice him. It was not his place to interfere with anything this woman was doing, yet he still felt compelled to speak with her. Doth many thoughts cloud thine mind? He asked, perhaps she was just as mentally drained as himself. Thy eyes seem saddened...
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Marishka Away

Exile

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 5 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16hh
  • Arcana: Hemokinesis
  • Level: Apprentice
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  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 10
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#3
Had life become so meaningless that Marishka would throw herself from these cliffs as her mother had? No. Probably not. The snake-like girl had kept her cool for this long, and death would not be in her cards until she had reaped what she had sewn. Lost in her thougths Marishka had not heard the approaching click, click, click from the ghost’s steps. If she had, she would have surely thrown herself overboard for showing weakness.

Marishka’s head snapped up at the sound of his poet’s tongue, and her hoof slipped from under her briefly before she wobbled back upwards. What had she become? A child? Never had she been this jumpy in her days. Perhaps Evandr had gotten to her at the oasis. His booming voice and threats had clouded her thoughts. The ebony and ivory girl had never been challenged before. Not even by the awful Saren.

Pulsating, glowing amethyst eyes flicked upwards to meet the boy that had dared cross the swinging bridge into the home of the exiles. Nevermore would have been a startling sight to her many moons ago, but today she sighed relief. She drank in his odd features and spoke not a word. Talons sprouted from his front legs, and his teeth were sharp and gleaming in the sunset light. The wings that spouted from his barrel were curled into a resting position, and Marishka felt a tinge of jealousy. Nevermore could go wherever he pleased, but Marishka was doomed to the sticky desert air.

After what seemed like forever Marishka had finally decided to take a bold step toward the looming darkness before her. “My mother died here,” her words were hushed and spit in his direction “perhaps my destiny is with her.

Marishka had never opened up to anyone about her past before, but in a new world maybe she would be a new spirit. Stitched lips parted again to let out a small huff. “This is no place to find solace. Why have you come?”



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  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 7 Winter ❅
  • Height: 19hh
  • Arcana: Bloodbending
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 65
  • Crystals: 860
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#4
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
She was silent and remained so until her gaze snapped up to meet him. For a moment he thought the ebony and ivory mare unable to speak after taking note of the threading lining her lips. But there was a small space left for her to do all that most normal equine could. However he could not help but stop and wonder briefly who could have done such a thing to the woman. The fleeting thought alone drove him to glance down at the various limbs that were not truly his. He could remember a time where his master, the alchemist stitched him up over and over replacing parts that failed and refused to work. Was she an experiment too?

His minor flashback and train of thought was severed once he heard the soft sound of rocks and grit tumbling off the side and falling into the abyss down below. Her hoof hovered dangerously close to the edge and the dark man could feel all his muscles tighten. Long jagged claws gripped the siding his stood on whilst his vast wings flinched outward ever so slightly, poised to stretched open in case the duo toned femme had the intentions of jumping. But the action never came, just a hiss of a voice breaking the silence that loomed around them.

The sentence that fell from her lips would have hit anyone like a heavy weight to the chest. But Nevermore could not relate. The phantom had no parents, none that he could remember, and he refrained himself from thinking of the possibility of them. Would it even really be his parents when all of his parts had belonged to someone else at one point in time? If that were the case then the specter would have had an army of mothers and fathers. Regardless, the raven tilted his head and gave a single blink of his pupiless eyes. While the sadness was apparent in this woman's stance and voice he mustered a gentle sigh before speaking.

All life is precious...tis thine own belief that yours in no different. Don't throw it away. The phantom began with honeyed Romanian vocals on his tongue, then paused as the femme questioned him. The obsidian sweeping locks of his fore pooled over to the opposite side of his visage as he turned to look over his shoulder. For a moment there was a flash of a false smile and a chuckle on his taunt lips before fading away. Solace runneth away from me at every corner. That I am use to. The raven man murmured softly, turning his glowing gaze back upon her. I simply wished to clear thy thoughts, my heart hast been heavy lately. I am not accustomed to being mortal... The words fell from his lips with a hint of regret.
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Marishka Away

Exile

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 5 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16hh
  • Arcana: Hemokinesis
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage:
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 10
  • Crystals: 0
  • Played By: papaya

#5
“Don’t throw it away.”

His words pounded away at her ears like jackhammers against shoddy pavement. Marishka’s tough outer shell was nothing but a façade. The girl knew she did not have the gut to throw herself from here. She had nothing to live for; Marishka was still driven to prove those that doubted her wrong. Many had said to her, “You’ll never make it alone in the wastes” and yet here she stood. Granted she looked defeated tonight, but she was strong and careful with whom she kept company.

The birdman’s next words to her were no surprise. His monstrous glow and talons like no other had been a shocking sight to the plain female. Her eyes had seen many different creatures in her time, but nothing quite like Nevermore. Marishka studied him closely noting his thick accent and jagged teeth that sat perfectly niched in his mouth. And from all of Marishka’s studying she had missed the dejection in his eyes before, but now it was apparent. “Being mortal is nothing if it means being caged. Do not waste your freedom.” Marishka huffed harshly against the wind that picked up from the crag below. “If you wish to speak your mind I will listen. You’ve caught me off-kilter, and this does not happen often.”, but Marishka knew she would do anything to divert the conversation from her past.

The ivory visage of the girl gleamed in the rising moonlight of the Point. Soon it would be too cold to speak without shivering. Marishka took a step back from the ledge, tucked her neck, and turned to face the raven-boy in silence. The girl studied his smooth voice for a time, as she never got to speak with anyone but rugged exiles and the smart-mouthed Warden.

She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what she was.


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  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 7 Winter ❅
  • Height: 19hh
  • Arcana: Bloodbending
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 65
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#6
I'VE GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELS, WAY TOO MUCH EMOTION, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ―
Soft lavender eyes drifted back in the monotone fem's direction, regarding her silently. That had been a thought he had not contemplated. But was he, or anyone for that matter, truly free here in the valley? Not matter how many times he ventured into the all consuming roots of the mighty bifrost he could never come across a way out. Each adventure ultimately lead him back to where he had began. Where was the freedom in that? Then again, the raven took a second to acknowledge the fact that perhaps things could have been much, much worse. No matter how trapped he might have felt it wouldn't be able to hold a candle to the cage the desert dweller lived in.

I shall keep that in mind, I thank you miss...? Deep sultry vocals trailed off as he abruptly realized that he did not know that name of his temporary conversation partner. His chiseled features tipped to the side, mirroring the avian he resembled so greatly. Forgive me...I know not thy name. Nevermore apologized, raising his voice over the gale that whipped through the cannon creating vast space between them. Shifting his weight the dark hessian cocked a hind hoof, allowing himself to rest comfortably before speaking again. My name is Nevermore. It is a pleasure to make thine acquaintance.

A fleeting smile touched his fanged jowls before allowing his features to default back to their usual indifference. Obsidian eldritch harks twitched vaguely as he listened to her speak up again. She actually wished to hear him out? She wanted to listen to what he had to say? Taken aback the stallion blinked his amethyst visionaries once then twice in rapid succession. He had always been the shoulder to lean on when times fell hard for his friend and sovereign Caelian. But never before did he have the opportunity to express his own woes. A feeling akin to nervousness bubbled up within his belly as he silently stared at the ebony and ivory femme.

I appreciate your will to listen to my sorrows. Nevermore voiced softly, truly appreciative of the service she had just done for him. His pupiless sight fell toward the crags bellow, gathering his thoughts before offering them aloud. Glancing back up there was a sigh that manifested itself in a plume of purple breath. My friend hast not been himself. Lo...I worry for him...I worry for the kingdom. Yea, I knowest not what to do. His brows furrowed together as he listened to his own words leave his mouth, feeling convicted for even speaking them. I feel...I think I feel hopeless... Yes, that was what he was feeling...right?.
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