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Poppy

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Aishe & Evandr

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Private cold corridors and testaments

#1

Cast out from the West, his third eye - and in suite sapphire pair - turned to the one other item in this realm that would satisfy his time. Somewhere in those autumnal woods and chilling mornings that thrice broken moon had taken her own path in this foreign land. A fog laden morn welcomed him with a nip upon his final days in the West. The temperatures that had clung to those high summits where he'd met Giovanni seemed to have descended upon the vales below, plummeting the morning hours into these hazy, mysterious ensembles that parents warn their children of. But there was no fear in Tywin's heart as he set his flints to the moist, frost laced sod and into the depths of the central territories.

While birdsong failed to fill the canopies of the forest a silence fell over the lands like a thick cloak, suffocating but (somehow) appreciated. Tywin's harks had little to be distracted by despite his skill for remaining quite focused so his mind was allowed to scamper, unbridled, about the most recent events in his idle search for that once Carinae queen. He'd been foiled after his expedition to the West, and while the young soldier had shooed him away rather than extended citizenship, it was not all lost. An old an resting giant had taken an eternal slumber to their south western borders, a cavernous ravine stretching through the lonely mountain that the Tryggr people called home. When he'd left, he'd asked an old guard who had pointed him the appropriate direction out but also what lands had laid where he'd ventured, where he'd slain the creature made of his own blood and awakened something within. "Arrhule," the lord said quietly, eyeing Tywin. It was all he needed, and Tywin had promptly set off.

Of course, his temporary banish from Tryggr was adding an obstacle to his procurement of Arrhule but all good things come to those who wait. But his mind had wandered, and for a moment Tywin came to a halt. Visage high, columns of steam rose from his nostrils as they weightlessly rose skyward. Dampness had clung to his cornets, prickling his bone with icy nails that rooted into his appendages. Glacier markings of his face seem ghostly in the warm but haunting ambience of the Marshian Woods. Their fiery canopies were hardly the visible, and the moss that speckled these lands like beauty marks seemed to help encapsulate the shadows and ambiguity of the visibility. Another brume, thicker than the rest, rose from Tywin's nostril as he released a constrained snort. It'd be fruitless searching this realm on hoof. So Tywin wondered...

His audits fell back onto his crown and for a moment black shrouds hid his striking visionaries. The stag fell as silent as the marshland wood around him, before blood pools wept into his shoulders, manifesting from seemingly no where. Soon the liquid began to bubble, and finally burst with splatters of rubine liquid as crimson wings conjured along his shoulders. An unsightly grunt left his maw, and a drop of blood gleamed from his nose, but a wicked smile lifted his icy lips. "What beats a bird eyes view..." he murmured to himself, casting his visage upwards to the steely blades of light pouring through the fog. With a heave, the liquid formed wings swept Tywin into the air, three more and he had enough power to burst through the canopy, and more still, he rose to ride the autumnal gales.


W C: 585
T A G: Arête or @[Ozereus]
M U S E: 3.5/5
O O C: whoops my hand slipped
TYWIN

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]

#2
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
Lynette's vocals hummed a soft song she often heard courtesans sing within the kingdom's halls of her home. The tune was gentle and sweet with periods where it rushed and picked up in tempo only to dwindle back down again. It was no doubt one of her favorites, although she never cared much for the actual lyrics of the song itself. As the tune neared its end her wracked her brain for another, searching for something with a little bounce to it as she travelled through these lonesome woods. Her tongue clicked thoughtfully as she weighed her choices before a small smile slipped across her lips.

The fleeting thought of her mother made her reminisce on an old lullaby the draconic mare used to sing to put her younger self to sleep, or ease the pain of them parting on business affairs. Soon enough the young duchess was humming the slow heartwarming song of her youth as she passed by looming shadows and frosted stagnant pools. Even now that she happened the lullaby still held a special place in her heart and she could not help but to feel a little misty eyed at the thought of leaving her mother behind. Soon you'll be home with me, once upon a december... Lynette whispered, breaking the hum to actually sing the last line.

Pausing mid walk the dragoness huffed softly, blinking her periwinkle eyes several times to dispel the tears that threatened to gather. She fled her home in the heat of the moment, believing that it was the best thing to do. But was it really? Turning her attention towards the sky she unfurled her fringed wings, stretching them for a moment. She needed to clear her mind. Dwelling on the past would get her nowhere. With a quickened step the femme took to the skies with several graceful flaps of her wings until she soared above the tree line. However, in the distance she spotted another equine, a stallion sporting vast crimson wings that seemed to drip periodically.

Her attention was caught, and it left the royal wishing to come closer. Adjusting the angle of her flight pattern slightly she banked to the right, coasting somewhat near the glacier stranger. Her eyes continued to roam his body before scanning the wings once more. Good evening monsieur. Those are quite an interesting set of wings you have there. I've yet to see anything quite like them. The young woman called over the soft whistling wind, french accent influencing her words.
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forsaken
━ SHE WEARS STRENGTH AND DARKNESS EQUALLY WELL
THE GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF-GODDESS HALF-HELL
Tag: @[Lynette]

#3

Tywin had never flown before, and while his body tensed against the strength of the zephyrs as they wheeled by at reckless speeds, his conjured wings seemed to know just how to keep him airborne. Once or twice he sought control over the entirety of their being, expending his phantom grip through the ends of their damp feathers, and once or twice the wind nearly overturned the stag. Falling to his death wasn't necessarily on his schedule today, so he relented the control over them to just feel the way that the winds swept beneath their touch. It was almost intoxicating; the roar of the wind in his harks despite pinning them into the depths of his mane, or the power he suddenly had over the winds but sheer beck and call. Though Tywin was not a man of great emotion, his lips perked with the gentle slopes of a genuine smile. Over the naked trees they almost seemed to reclaim a beauty that their bare branches did not have while traveling landlocked. The array of orange and umber that painted beneath their veil canopy spoke of colder months to come in the image of spectacular color. He'd almost entirely forgotten about the nip along his cornets. Almost.

Up high the air was cold, thinner than he was used to back terrestrial, and it coiled his muscles no longer from strain but the desire to lock in what heat his body did produce. The trickle of garnet blood that slipped from his nostrils stung his glacier lips not unlike porcupine needles might. Every time a brume of hot air left his nares, it was rushed away with the wind so that he could not enjoy the warmth of it. And unlike the chill, he did not forget his intention with his airborne search. Finally he drew enough courage to adjust the position of his visage and nape, his bright cerulean eyes scanning across the barren trees and the rivers and pools that winked sunlight back skyward. Below he passed a lone figure or two, some groups, but never the thrice broken moon. But patience was a strong element of his character, so her flew onward still, willing to fly as far as he needed.

That was, until a partner swept besides him. Her accented greeting snarled his focus, and the gentlemanly hessian tossed his gaze to the woman with some careful maneuvering of his vast wings. She was a far deft flier than he - her wings were true, although there was a celestial quality to their frayed and ragged edges. Through the dapple he would expect from their kind draconian features blossomed with lavender and khol, creating an interesting ensemble that clashed beauty with power. She commented upon his wings as if he were the interesting party - and he supposed not every pegasus took to the sky on wings bled from their shoulders. His tight smile was incomprehensible at their speed as he balanced himself upon the air flow, ribbons of inky threads lashing like kite-tails. "You are too kind, miss," he called back over the rushing winds, a great heave of his wings managing to keep him propelled enough to match her speed. "I could say the same to you." He wagered another inspective glance over his shoulder at her, watching how the folds of her leathery wings caught and rode the air, and pensively considered his own... Sharp eyes turned to them, with a pinched brow, and another drop of blood slipped from his nostril to join the other - wherever it had inevitably landed below. But, more intriguing, were his new appendages. The crimson fluid rippled, still riding the air with a carefully orchestrated glide as his wings mimicked her own physically. Soon, coattails of crimson were flickering around in the zephyrs just like the new femme's, though hers did not deposit flecks of his vein's wine.


W C: 650
T A G: Lynette
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: ...
TYWIN

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]

#4
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
There was a lot that she could learn of another's character simply based on how they spoke to her. This stallion made of deep black and piercing blue was nothing short of a gentleman. The way in which he addressed her and the tone that he carried said it all. It did well to ease her mind, glad that she did not end up gliding beside some airheaded ruffian. A miniscule smile touched her ebony lips, although it would have been hard to see whilst riding the winds at their speed. With another heaving flap of her celestial wings the femme kept herself airborne, tilting her visage ever so slightly to witness him coming up beside her.

Why thank you, monsieur.The duchess uttered, letting her voice die to the chill of the wind. She caught him staring, why not directly at her it was still a detail she did not fail to miss. The stranger evaluated her leathery wings, watching as they worked with finesse to manipulate the air to her advantage. Before long her temporary acquaintance was mirroring her movements, his weeping blood wings steady against the billowing current as they deposited his precious life giving liquid here and there. With another rotation of her own wings she felt the twinge of her smile grow in a minute fashion.

The dragoness focused her attention head, gaze sweeping over a pair of landlocked equine down below as they walked side by side. Neither of them happened to be the blush stallion nor the amethyst dragoness she saw by the bifrost. Not even the impressive onyx drake had made an appearance since she last saw him. A soft hum registered thoughtfully upon her velveteen lips before glancing back at the refined stallion beside her. You are a quick learner, Lynette called over the howling winds as she looked pointedly at his liquid garnet appendages. How long have you been able to fly, monsieur?
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forsaken
━ SHE WEARS STRENGTH AND DARKNESS EQUALLY WELL
THE GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF-GODDESS HALF-HELL
Tag: @[Lynette]

#5

Despite the primary of his focus stretching through his magicka conjured appendages there was a natural gravitation that the draconian mare possessed. Eloquence trimmed the way she regarded the world in that calculative but inspired way that women of the court saw the world around them; they looked but knew that eyes were on them and they could not touch, nor did they allow their curiosities or emotions bubble to the surface because that would be unbecoming. Rather, she seemed to ride them like she rode the wind: sloping, small changes to her exterior that ultimately accounted for far more means than let on. Tywin's wings rotated, undulating through the air to keep him aloft but gliding the good breadth of the distance.

There was a quiet that settled between them that he wagered that neither of them could detest. Flying was difficult and he was learning on the job. While he could barely take credit for the length of time he'd found himself aloft, nor the expertise that the wings surfed the gales, Tywin was a man who liked to consider he had managed so successfully by some means of his own will, but he also wasn't delusional. It seemed what powers he had possessed prior to passing through the Bifrost had changed. His echo location via blood, the bending of that medium, seemed permanently and drastically changed. While he could will these wings to manifest, all other forms of his previous abilities (minus the telekinesis and magic detection) seemed to only find success in mimicry and not original creation. It was a frustration, yes, but he was sure he'd come to appreciate the new found prowess - and find his past skills.

Thankfully he is pulled from the recesses of own enigmatic mind when the new found stranger inquires about his flight time. Another minute grin creases his glacier lips and he sends another spray of wine droplets to land with a heave of his wings. "It is my maiden flight." he admits without looking towards her. Rather his visage rises into the wind so that its invisible caress can pull back his obsidian mane and forelock. Numerous scents fill his nares, ripped from the terrestrial plane and tossed into an intoxicating and overwhelming concoction. "Magic can accomplish many feats it seemed. It aids where my knowledge lacks." His sapphire gaze flicks towards the girl, eyeing the gentle lavender glow of hers. It conjures images of another woman, one he had originally sought, but he does not speak it. Briefly he eyes two companions walking below as they pass overhead and he is reminded of the perks to flight. It was far quicker, allowed for more dexterity, and perhaps most of all it allowed for an unmatchable view. "Flight is transcending. It'd be a hard argument for better transportation."


W C: 470
T A G: Lynette
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: ...
TYWIN

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]