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Poppy

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Aishe & Evandr

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Private sorrows for the wicked

#1
The days were slowly growing darker, in more ways than one. Chill air had swept across Slidr Valley, frosting over every blade of grass and fallen leaf in the landscape. The north was particularly harsh, even in the newborn winter. Flurries drifted lightly down from the sky, swirling in the playful wind as they brought out curious onlookers. Young fillies and foals played in the drifts while parents shivered in a group, watching them under careful eyes. The king of these people, however, was not so joyful in this change of season. He sulked through Ambrosius, passing his people as they looked at him with worry and a bit of fear written all over their faces? What had happened to the once loveable and happy sovereign that reigned over them before? And what had he done to Nevermore, their beloved Regent? Whispers traversed throughout the people as once he was slightly out of earshot, and a dark shadow seemed to follow behind him wherever he went.

He was travelling to the edge if the Holdings, possibly to Dael. What he was looking for was uncertain, but he seemed to have a destination set in mind, even as he trotted at a quickened speed into the middle of nowhere. He blinked snow out of his eyes, though unnecessary for his left side. He had slowly been getting used to the new sense of blindness. It was strange to have to trust your body to know what was happening on the other side. He wondered what effects it might have in battle. Would he be weaker? He doubted it.

Caelian had almost made it to the edge of the territory when a foreign scent drifted upon the breeze. He stopped dead in his tracks, a scowl crossing his face. He already had enough mouths to feed in Ambrosius without having sneaking Nonpartisans sulking about, and if part of a House, Caelian would no doubt give them a lesson. He was not a friendly face to meet on the borders of his territory.

As he quickly and quietly, though not stealthily, walking up a small include to stare down at the stranger, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He edged to the tip of his small peak, a short ways to the ground but easy to leap off of, and examined the equine before him. They weren't but five or six metres apart, and it took barely a second for the other to notice the king. With recognition, Caelian glared at the dark stallion. Was this not the Tryggr soldier of whom had accompanied Iracebeth? He gazed for a mere moment longer, pondering what relationship Iracebeth had with such a man, before he spoke, a growl escaping his throat as his pupils constricted. "Why do you sneak on the edge of the territory of Ambrosius? You should know you are not welcome here." He lowered his head, his hackles raising and teeth beginning to show. ”State your business, now.”

Yet the freckled man hardly gave the other time for a response. So driven by grief, hatred and rage for all others, he flung himself off the rock, his hooves extended for an aimed stab in the side and his teeth bared and at the ready. He was tired of dealing with the storm inside of him and he wished to let it go.


[ tags ] Andante
[ words ] 567
[ ooc ] i dont think horses have hackles. eh

Stock: HumbleBeez | Nathan Anderson | Tom Barrett
Table and Coding: Raven

Tag: @[Caelian]

#2
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
Ambrosius. Andnate was begin to wonder why Hel held her reasons to doubt the peace of this place. Ever since he had ascended to the role of sovereign he had done noting but watch the opposing kingdom with an eye of scrutiny. Watching, waiting for them to screw up and reveal themselves as the monsters they truly were locked behind their beautiful holding. But it never came. There was no evidence save for old wives tales of both tryggr and ambrosius being nothing but blood enemies. The idea even began to cement itself into his mind once he received the invitation to an open ball for all to join.

The lands of ambrosius, he decided, was nothing to worry about. And that was where he had been horribly wrong. Quietly the boy walked along the edge of Ambrosius' boarders, silently toeing the line but never fully going across it. All seemed calm within the quaint little kingdom, or so he assumed, until he heard the sound of hooves pounding upon the ground only to stop abruptly. Frowning the boy trailed his garnet visionaries over the freckled stallion the stood poised upon a shallow hill, grimacing as he glared upon him. In return Andante narrowed his own eyes, snake like pupils constricting into thin slits.

He immediately recognized the male as the sovereign of this house and found his harks flattening against the base of his skull as the royal spewed demands. A heavy scoff fell from his lips at the nerve of this guy. What could he possibly be accused of if he never crossed the boarder. What part of his mind made him think that he was entitled to know anything about him? But he hardly had the time to tell the other boy off. Without warning Caelian lunged from his little outcropping to slam straight into his side, earning a hellish double bark and growl from the Tryggr sovereign as he stumbled from the blow.

The hooves that connected would leave deep bruising no doubt but that did not stop him from following up with an attack of his own. Grateful of their close proximity the hellhound whipped his head around, jaws stretched wide to reveal all of his gleaming hellhound fangs. With a quick snap of his jowls the boy aimed to sink his teeth into the freckled stag wherever he could seek purchase.
000 words. tagged.  Caelian
Tag: @[Andante]

#3
No words escaped the other stallion’s mouth as he spotted Caelian, observed his attack and allowed it to commense, though there was not much warning to go by. A bark and growl left the throat of the Tryggr dweller, and for a moment, Caelian turned his head to look at him with a great sense of confusion, before his neck was pierced by what felt like a thousand needles. A roar fell into the air from the own Ambrosian’s mouth as silver blood dripped from the wound and he twisted away, ripping his body from the hellhound’s teeth, which left a small gash in his neck, silver blood gushing.

For a moments time, he stood, muscles tensed and ready as he stared at the other. They were nearly the same height, but the impressive crown upon the other’s head much outdid the long horns on Caelian’s own features. He dueled with his mind, but the darkness that swam within him overran the light, and he lunged again, snarling as he came at the stallion with wicked canines flashing. He seemed to have forgotten his arcana for the moment, and instead relied on his own body for defense and offense. He was maddened at the approach of one who he knew belonged to another house.

Aiming for purchase amongst the other’s back, his head came down upon the other, sharp horns pointed straight at the spine. He was quick, but was he fast enough? Only time would tell as he aimed to seriously injure the other, rage building within him unnecessarily. It was quite clear he had lost something; he wasn’t quite right in the mind.

[ tags ] Andante
[ words ] 275
[ ooc ] lol wow this battle is weird. unless im just weird

Stock: HumbleBeez | Nathan Anderson | Tom Barrett
Table and Coding: Raven

Tag: @[Caelian]

#4
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
Blood welled up within his mouth the moment his fangs met their mark, sinking into the soft flesh of the other. As the ambrosius king twisted away from him Andante stood there sizing him up with a penetrating glare infused with nothing short of hatred. In one quick movement he jerked his head to the right as he spat out the collection of Caelian's silvery blood upon the ground. Widening his stance the boy king let another lupine growl slip from his bloodstained lips, teeth flashing to further enhance his intimidation. He didn't know what this guy's problem was, but he was not about to stand around allow himself to be pounded upon.

The freckled stallion made his move, lunging at him to grapple at his topline. Within the corner of his eye he could see the stag's dual horns plunging toward his spine. But thanks to the chrome protrusions overlaying such a delicate area he had little to fret over. However, as he twisted to get away he did feel the amethyst blades spear into his shoulder, earning another furious growl to burst from his lips. Golden blood wept from his new wound and with newfound adrenaline Andante tucked his chin close to his chest before lashing out with his own arsenal of multiple horns. He aimed to spear Caelian's soft underside of with the full brunt of his chrome horn and wide sharpened tines.

Rage bubbled up underneath the surface of his bodice, giving him strict tunnel vision. There would be little next to nothing that could possibly deter him from his new goal of tearing this pompous brat to shreds. Congratulations, you've just earned yourself an official enemy. He thought to himself as ravenous snarls continued to fall from his parted maw.
000 words. tagged.  Caelian
Tag: @[Andante]

#5
The attempt at Andante’s spine quickly turned to a shoulder wound as Caelian’s obsidian horns were painted gold. Silver and gold was the blood that now dusted the brilliant white under their hooves, and the rage of each stallion only seemed to grow: Caelian’s hate of discovering the horse and Andante’s hate of being attacked.

Caelian snarled as his own silver blood sprouted from new wounds upon his stomach as he was pushed away by Andante’s impressive set of horns. Hooves hooked around the circular areas of his crown and he aimed to slam the other equine’s muzzle into the ground as he reared and backed away. Once again, he was found with the thought why did I attack this horse? but it was quickly dispersed.

Electricity pricked at his skin and he suddenly burst with electricity leaping all over his body, ready for the next attack. He came at Andante quickly, feigning and diving under his neck before curling around and letting a side of his body burst with energy, aiming to connect with any exposed areas along the right side of Andante. He intended to do as much damage as possible.

What such a battle would prove, Caelian didn’t know. Attacking one soldier of Tryggr’s army would prove nothing unless words were used, but now was not the time for words. Eventually, the king would reprimand the other stallion, but for now, the time was for punishment. And besides, Caelian had been wanting to punch someone’s face for a long time. Negative emotions broiled inside him, and he wished to let it all out.


[ tags ] Andante
[ words ] 268
[ ooc ] ugh this post sucks

Stock: HumbleBeez | Nathan Anderson | Tom Barrett
Table and Coding: Raven

Tag: @[Caelian]

#6
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
Silver stained and painted the chrome of his massive rack of tines but not without a price. The sovereign's ebon hoof caught within the loop of his antlers and thus yanked his head towards the ground with a heavy thud. His world was spinning as mud streaked across the wolf grey coloring of his visage. No doubt he would receive a nasty bruise from the slip. With a curt shake of his head Andante's triple vision focused once more as he picked himself up off the chilled ground. With a quick blink of his hellish eyes he found his attacker once more, noticing the lightening prickling along his obsidian pelt.

The other sovereign rushed at him, faking an attack but really intended to come straight at him. As the dark king's body connected with his own he expected to be electrocuted till no end. However, he found that the vivid sparks of raw energy danced along his frame harmlessly thanks to the arcane ability he never knew he had. The coursing element flickered along his frame for a moment longer before dissipating within the air. He was pleasantly surprised, but did not allow himself to dwell on it. A thin golden line of blood slid down his nostril, a testimony of the magic he had just spent.

Yet all his mind could do was register the ferocity of the attack the ambrosius king had just used. He could understand a squabble at the boarder, but clearly Caelian had intended on killing him with that move. His body quaked with rage as Hel's voice pounded within his ears. None of those who supported him remain. Frederick, the lost queen of ambrosius, drowned the last House of Tryggr in their sleep Hel had told him what the equine of ambrosius were like, and here he was, experiencing it for himself. You ambrosius scum are all the same...vicious murderers of house tryggr! He snapped whilst spinning around to face Caelian.

A newfound sense of adrenaline kicked in at the thought of the lunatic king attacking his kingdom, and culling his loved ones and friends. He couldn't let himself or his people be another trophy upon ambrosius' lips. Not if he could do anything to stop it. He would have said more but the shaking of his body grew too great as he buckled beneath the pressure. Ragged growls spouted from his jowls as his very bones and musculature shifted around to give birth to a new appearance. Thick fur grew long as rubine hooves were replaced with massive paws equipped with dagger like claws. Blink and it might have been missed, for Andante no longer stood as an equine but as a towering, monstrous hellhound.

With the beast inside him awakened the hound wasted no time throwing himself forward with large jaws wide open. Within two short bounds he closed the gap between them, teeth snapping together with an audible clack as he aimed to grasp anything he could. His mind was fuzzy as any remaining sense of logic was replaced with an all consuming need to hunt and kill.
000 words. tagged.  Caelian
Tag: @[Andante]

#7
As Caelian’s arcana dissipated amongst the coat of Andante, a very startled expression found his face. This equine was simply full of surprises, but as words escaped his mouth, Caelian turned his eyes to the hellhound with a new sense of hatred. "Do not blame me for the actions of my predecessors," he spat savagely. Yet, in front of the Ambrosius king’s eyes, the horse turned into a gigantic hound.

Instantly, horrible memories poured over the freckled man. ”No,” he murmured quietly, stepping backwards and almost tripping over himself at the sight of the thing. A phantom ache came across the left side of his face as he stared at the wolf-like thing, only half of his vision actually taking it in. The giant thing bounded forward with no remorse for the elegant king, and he dived out of the way quickly, scrambling away, leaping up back on top of his rock with power and grace. He stared at the hellhound with a intense mixture of hatred, confusion, anger and fear. ”Mark my words, beast of Tryggr,” he snarled, his eyes cold and burning. ”Today marks a great rift between Tryggr and Ambrosius, one torn larger than that beforehand. May the future do with us what seems fit.” And with that, before the beast could round on him again, phantom wings burst from his shoulders and he leapt into the sky, soaring over the head of the creature and hoping to kick it, but he was slightly afraid of being dragged out of the sky. He flipped in the air after zooming past it and flapped away, cursing into the wind.


[ tags ] Andante
[ words ] 283
[ ooc ] one post from andante and thats it?

Stock: HumbleBeez | Nathan Anderson | Tom Barrett
Table and Coding: Raven

Tag: @[Caelian]

#8
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
Elongated fangs snapped and snagged nothing but air in the heat of his attack. Burning hellish eyes whipped around with an illuminated trail as he turned to face the stage once more. He could smell the scent of fear wafting off of the freckled king like a nauseating cologne. He welcomed both it and the mixed emotions of confusion and fear dancing across the stallion's visage. The stumbling king had mumbled something, but it fell upon deaf ears as the beast poised himself to surge forth again. More words fell from the ambrosian, but like before, his mind did not register any of them. Nothing else mattered but the taste of potential blood on his lips.

Thick muscles coiled in his hinds before unleashing itself like a taunt arrow. Large lupine paws covered the ground quickly as his tail streamed behind him like a whipping banner. A sudden set of wings decorated the freckled king's back, but it did not detour that hellhound from his assault. Blood red eyes narrowed as he took in the full form of his target flying into the air. His front end dipped low to pivot in the direction the stallion seemed to be flying in and it was at this moment that Caleian's hooves missed their mark. With one bound then another the hound sprung forth, leaping into the air to catch the leg of the king in his slathering jowls. But the king accessed too high, and thus was out of reach and now out of sight.
000 words. tagged.  Caelian
Tag: @[Andante]