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Arête & Tywin

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Quest We Were Amateurs at War

#1






"IF ONLY, IF ONLY," THE WOODPECKER SIGHS,
"THE BARK ON THE TREE WAS AS SOFT AS THE SKIES."
WHILE THE WOLF WAITS BELOW, HUNGRY AND LONELY,
CRYING TO THE MOON, "IF ONLY, IF ONLY."
 



It was late into the night, or rather, very early in the morning, when Tauro was startled awake by the nightmares plaguing his dreamworld. He was in a manic frenzy as he bolted upright, lashing out wildly, teeth flashing as he bit at the hide of an invisible attacker. He could see her, feel her stifling presense, but she wasn't real, at least, not in this world. But his mind was not his own, however, and he'd yet to break the strangulating hold of his panic. 
 
"How could you do this to us?" To you're children...
 
He cried uselessly into the bitter wasteland, body convulsing still against the red clay he laid upon. 
 
The goddess loomed every closer, sunfire lips pulled back into that same sickly sweet smile he'd seen her wearing when she tore through the temple of the moon, felling each and every guardian that dared to stand in her path and those that remained of the priestesses. Her eyes were aglow with the sun's core as she drew the bullish stallion all the deeper into her smoldering gaze. She wanted him to suffer, to burn. "Hush now, son of the moon. Your god will never know another cycle and your kin, like the little lambs they were, have been brought to slaughter. And you, wayward bull, will soon follow." She cooed at him, ash falling from her mouth with each new word.

Her coat burning with the fire's of hell, the flames reached for him, and there was no escape.
 
Tauro's screams filled the air. Screams of agony, screams of pain. "NO!" He wailed, winter-blue eyes finally snapping open as the sensation of smoke filling his lungs caused him to choke, his shrieking abruptly dying out. Rapidly, he blinked, trying to discern what was real versus the dream. His heart was racing, and his body ached from the tireless thrashing. Flanks dampened with sweat, rose and fell quickly as he fought to control his alarming heart rate. 

"Shit," the bull breathed out in between gulps of air, chest heaving. Swallowing down the terror still itching under his skin, he raised his head, eyes searching the star-speckled sky. The moon hanging peacefully amongst a sea of gaseous balls of light was a sight he once thought impossible after the moon temple fell. Though it was not the exact same as the one from his birth world, he still couldn't help the small tug of his lips as he held this moon's gaze. But it soon turned sad, his smile, as memories poked and prodded, demanding attention.

Sighing, Tauro managed to climb to his feet, finding balance on weary hooves. Water stung his eyes, but he sniffed stubbornly, blinking the tears away, but that didn't make him feel any less alone in the absence of his bonded. Yes, several years had passed, but no amount of time would ever lessen the loss he suffered the day Morticia's consciousness was ripped from their shared tether in his mind.

A chill creeping down his back as the biting wind tore across the Vetr, he breathed out heavily, "I miss you, la alegría de mi corazón."




Storyteller + Trying to get into Tauro's feels. La alegría de mi corazón - spanish for 'my heart's joy'
"Tauro speaks"


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Name: Tauro
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#2

be swift!


Twilit stars scattered across the atmosphere above seemed to ebb and flow in their shine, as if they were swinging back and forth towards the stallion below in a never-ending debate of whether to fall to the mortal realm or not. Despite the damp of sweat that his nightmares may have brought him, the Vetr Wasteland was cold this night. The sands brought no resolution to the chill as harsh shadows etched themselves across the rising and falling dunes of everchanging sand.

From the west a harsh zephyr swept, billowing through the grains of sand until the landscape was swept with a thick, silver blanket that brought nothing but itch and poor visibility. Thankfully, though, this day the gale ended rather swiftly as it was not of great girth. Almost like low hanging clouds the miniature sand-storm pushed onward through the desert, leaving ripples amongst the troughs and crevices of the land. But it left one more thing as well…

A great silvery bull stood atop an arching dune not far off. A great and impressive rack of horns gleamed metallic in the moonlight, and his piercing gaze seemed molded of starlight. And what had it’s attention? Why, Tauro, for now. It bore its all-knowing (but was it?) haze upon the striped stallion before a snort billowed twixt his midnight nares. The beast’s tail swished, before it turned, lumbering off into the sands. Where was it going?

Something is happening! Tauro has initiated his Arcana Endowment quest! Seems like he’s not alone in this moonlit wastes! What possibly could this bull have to offer?

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#3






"IF ONLY, IF ONLY," THE WOODPECKER SIGHS,
"THE BARK ON THE TREE WAS AS SOFT AS THE SKIES."
WHILE THE WOLF WAITS BELOW, HUNGRY AND LONELY,
CRYING TO THE MOON, "IF ONLY, IF ONLY."
 



It had been several weeks, months even, since his last night terror. He had an idea as to what might have exacerbated his PTSD; the exile meeting. Whenever his temper flared was usually when his dreams were plagued by her. With Morticia, his bonded, no longer there to dampen the fires of his rage, Tauro was now left to regulate his own explosive personality - which was obviously going well. Not.

He knew he shouldn't have run his mouth, especially considering that, without Morticia, he was basically all alone in this world, but that snake and her whore had really got his blood boiling. How the Warden had been able to sit so cool and maintain such a calm and serious attitude, even after both women stood in defiance of his order and proceeded to throw taunts out over their shoulders as they fled the oasis, Tauro did not understand. Evander was, without a doubt, a bigger man than he, as far as the results of the meeting were concerned.

Shivering as the temperature seemed to suddenly drop, Tauro ducked his head low, tangled chestnut tufts billowing in the harsh wind as the desert brutally accosted him. Harks pinning, his winter-blues narrowed in a squint to help prevent sand from flying into his eyes as it was dredged up from the dry landscape. It stung his face and pelted his silver body, and he could only glare grumpily out at the starlit dunes, wondering why he thought it would be a good idea to lay down for a rest out here in the middle of these wicked wastelands.

Visibility limited, silver grains moved about him in a whirlwind. Thankfully though, the storm was brief, and once it had left him, Tauro was quick to straighten. Shaking out his coat with a grunt, dust rose up off his back and flew out from his sides, creating a cloud that was soon carried away by the western zephyrs. Lips quirking, pulling down into a small pout, the bullish stallion chewed at the inside of his cheek, a disgusted noise rising in the back of his throat. He hated this place and all that it stood for. Hated himself for allowing those posh bastards up in the valley exile him. Hated what he'd become. 

Sighing deeply, tiredly, Tauro went to turn, hooves ready to carry him back to the oasis where he planned to wait out the rest of the night, but a lone figure in the dark caught his attention. Crowned head tilting to the side, he stepped closer to get a better look at the creature who leered down at him. Eyes widening as he made out the bull's silver body and metallic-like horns that flashing under the moon's touch, Tauro stood in shock. Stupefied by the bovine creatures starry gaze, his lips fell apart in a silent gasp, a name on his tongue, "Tao..." The brindle stallion breathed out in wonder. Tauro had only ever witnessed the bull constellations decent from the stars once, and that was during the initial siege of the moon temple. Logically, he knew this was not the constellation god of his old world, but it was all too easy to hope.

"Wait, no. Don't leave!" The bull-horse called after the bovine as it arched its ethereal body away from him. When it didn't immediately offer any sort of recognition, Tauro leaped forward into a powerful gait, bounding up the steep dune to follow after the maybe-god.




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#4

be swift!


The silver bull did not wait for Tauro, nor did it slow its pace when the brindle stallion called for him. Instead, it almost seemed to spur the beast into a faster pace. Its haphazard but commanding jog evolved into a lope, and the great bovine bound down the sloping crest of its dune plinth. Tauro's wonder would perhaps work in his favor...or be his downfall. Should he not move quickly, he would surely lose the rare opportunity to meet such a wondrous beast.

There was only one pause in the beast's easy gait as it readies to climb the sharp incline of the next hill. Cresting upon a grand dune, the bull spared just a glance behind him to see if Tauro had followed. A snort erupts from it's ringed nostrils, the celestial eyes within its silvery head boring down upon the equine so eager - almost desperate - to follow him. The confirmation was enough, and the bull charged forward in a cloud of sand. Lope forgotten, the beast's mighty gallop billowed clouds of cool sand into the starlit skies above, his speed born from a strength no mortal could possess.

At least, not any mortal... Perhaps Tauro can turn that rage, that unmanageable high temperature within him, into something familiar and useful. Was this bull, perhaps no his Tao, but a spirit sent to help guide him to this conclusion?

Something is happening! Tauro has followed the great, silvery bull and the bovine seems pleased - enough. But can he find what he needs inside of him to keep up?

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#5






"IF ONLY, IF ONLY," THE WOODPECKER SIGHS,
"THE BARK ON THE TREE WAS AS SOFT AS THE SKIES."
WHILE THE WOLF WAITS BELOW, HUNGRY AND LONELY,
CRYING TO THE MOON, "IF ONLY, IF ONLY."
 



The silver bull did not stop, in fact, its stride only increased. Even Tauro's desperate call did nothing to gain its attention when its heavy gaited trot developed further, sending the bull right up the next incline. But the gray and white piebald stallion fought against the deep sand still, darting up after the maybe-god. Cloven hooves sinking, swallowed whole, he struggled and his speed suffered for it. Panting tiredly, vapor expelling from flaring nostrils, Tauro looked up through narrowed winter-blue slits, hoping the bull had not left him too far behind.

Surprisingly, it hadn't.

Giving pause at the peak of the dune, the bull's star-filled eyes glanced back over its shoulder, giving Tauro a short appraisal - as if to make sure the equid had given chase. The stallion hesitated at this, wavering in his tracks as the silver bull’s gaze bored deeply into his own. Words went unsaid, but Tauro didn’t need its direction; he could feel the sense of urgency, in its eyes and in the air. The brindle stallion shook himself free of its ethereal hold, however the brief the exchange might have been, and continued his charge, the bull appearing to do the same.

Cresting the hill, Tauro let out a sharp breath of hot air, “no…" He muttered, at a loss. The bull had gained ground while Tauro was still at the mercy of the sand. Frustration bubbled in his throat, and then anger. How could this creature (whatever it should be, constellation god or spirit) reveal itself to him, only to recede back into the wasteland? Why urge him to follow at a pace he dared not hope to achieve? A growl building deep in his chest, the stallion thrashed his crowned head, horns winking dangerously as his rage continued to shape.

Silver ring bouncing against obsidian lips, the bull-horse gave chase as best he could. Muscles straining to push his short stature into a canter, an unimaginable heat coursed through his veins. At first, he associated this feeling with the same heat of his temper, but that wasn't quite the reality of it. Before he could even begin to register the shift within himself, he was flying across the desert at such reckless speeds that it was truly unnatural for such a phenomenon to occur.

Tauro wasn't sure how, but suddenly, he had grown much lighter, his mass condensing in a way it hadn't been capable of in years.




Storyteller + Sorry if this is totally not what I was supposed to do?
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#6

be swift!


So he had done it. Transformation wasn't something that came easy to anyone, and the angry it was arguably more difficult. But Tauro proved a man of worthy conscious, one who could turn water into wine with the power of his own emotions. But, this brute wasn't turning into anything of the liquid variety. Rather the emotion evolved into unbridled strength. The silver bull could feel the brindled equine catching, and the only display of understanding of it was a violent shake of his head. Moonlight shone across the beast's chromed horns and along his silver septum. Tauro's cloudy trail joined the bull's until they were nearly neck to neck, but the bull was just fast enough to keep ahead of the stallion.

Once the bull turned round to toss a celestial glance at Tauro, a snort billowing from his nostrils at the mortal. His follower wouldn't understand his language, it was far too much for his physical body to perceive. But the bull's job was finished here. He had helped this young moon worshipper for now. Perhaps they would cross paths again some day, maybe even soon enough, but for now their time was finished. From the tip of his course haired tail the argent bovine broke away into weightless stardust, floating off into the winds with the columns of sand that birthed from their cloven hooves. It worked its way up his body, his hinds disappearing, thick shoulders, and eventually his entire form had disappeared. Left behind was a cool desert night of clear sky, and a man stronger than himself.

Something is happening! Congratulations! Tauro has completed his arcana quest and is Apprentice level! Arcana Endowment will be removed from your inventory and you may proceed on your arcanic journey.

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