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#1

nothing lost but something's missing
A jubilant laugh echoed through the rooted cavern as the young stallion ducked into the massive tree. A wide grin split across his face as he paused, looking over his shoulder as his sides heaved with heavy breaths. Gone. He’d lost them - again. The great Hounds of Marothel were nothing but quivering, scentless dogs chasing their own tails. They had managed to track him to a nearby tavern - which had been his intention. Keeping them on his trail was the entire purpose of this and while they may have gotten a little to close this time he was able to elude them once again.

The mist and the field had played into his escape. The coiling, cool air had arrived at just the right time and while he couldn’t recall having heard anything about such a colossal tree he wasn’t about to complain. Whatever system of caverns he had run into was sure to provide him with plenty enough distance between himself and his pursuers.

Still panting to catch his breath he looked around the odd place before him. Slowly his grin slipped from his face as he blinked and took in his surroundings. “Oh,” he breathed gently. As his mind was no longer occupied with concern he found himself entirely puzzled by the strange labyrinth before him. Behind - where he had imagined he had come from anyway - was no longer the gaping maw to the outside world.

With light steps the small stallion moved deeper into this wonder. There was a soft tugging at his very being and for a moment he was reminded of the temple of the old gods. The ever-living swirl of ancient magic there that had beckoned the faithful forward. This wasn’t the insistent warmth he was familiar with, however. “Where in the realms am I?” he questioned aloud, turning in a quick circle to fully process the cavern around him.


arihari

Lirr
art by vivaliis
Tag: @[Arihari]

#2
After his own journey through the twists and turns of the bifrost, he had little reason to return back to it's cursed reach besides his own foolhardy curiosity of such a thing. He had no home to return to, but he wondered that if he could perhaps get back through if it would spit him out into a new alien world like it had the first time. Something new to explore, someplace warmer if he was lucky. He knew he couldn't go back to where he came from, but that's not so say he couldn't go forward, to someplace new, right? One one way to find out he supposed. Dark, lengthy wings carried him down gently to the Tree's mighty entrapment of roots. To his surprise there was no immediate entrance as there was when he first came across the mythical plant. Tucking his wings neatly at his sides again, he started his slow scouting around the edges when he heard a strange sound. Almost like the sound a rotting tree made when it finally gave way under it's own weight, the way it splintered and crumbled before beginning the heavy decent towards the ground. This was no rotten tree though and it was far more muted in sound, but it turned his head all the same. A few paces back, the roots moved and shifted, revealing a way in for young Lirr. Was this a trap? Probably. Was he still going to go in? Yep. Turning slowly, he peered into the dim lit system and one weary step at a time, he entered further in.

He walked deeper, his eyes having adjusted to the low light. He was sure some apparition from his past would appear to trick or help him in some way, but instead, her ears heard a strange new voice. Lirr stood dead in his tracks a moment, head held high, ears perked, hoping for another sound, something point him in a direction. His wish granted, they spoke in confusion of their whereabouts and he quickly turned on his heels, trotting in that direction, eyes peeled for someone. He wasn't really sure what to expect given the horned hellhound, winged shadow, and dragoness he'd recently met. As he came around a corner, Lirr stopped dead. Just up ahead, a small, lithe figure. Spikes? No. Antlers? No. Sharp teeth? Well that could still be, but as far as he knew, no. He stood frozen in silence, trying to think of something, anything to say to this stranger who had the unfortunate luck to get pulled in here and only one phrase came to mind. "Welcome to Hell." It was menacing, it more just sounded a bit exasperated, not with finding the stranger, but with the tree as he'd seen it.

"At least that's what I call it." He added again. Lirr was not an intimidating figure, but his black mass in the darkness of the tunnels aired with the strange eye like design on his head gave him an almost un natural appearance from a distance. Perhaps even demonic, though if he were a demon, he wasn't a very good one.


Arihari
Tag: @[Lirr]

#3

nothing lost but something's missing
Hell? Arihari stilled completely, a furrow forming in his brow as he slowly turned towards whomever had approached. In the dim lighting he couldn’t make out specifics as his eyes still adjusted, but the markings stood out startlingly well. The small stallion gave a soft hum as he tilted his head ever so slightly. This stranger was taller, winged it seemed. Thankfully he didn’t look a thing like the mercenaries that had been hounding his steps. A careful smile returned to his lips as he felt himself relax a little.

That doesn’t seem very promising,” he said, necklaces giving a soft clink as he look about once more. With the path behind him no longer an option he turned his attention instead to the one this stranger had come from. Perhaps it lead somewhere? In his heart he was praying it lead to the right place. He was the last to follow, the last to leave the Kingdoms, and likely to be the last to reunite with his two former companions. That is so long as he didn’t get himself entirely lost. “Is it really all that bad? I mean I suppose it might be, the way I came in is no longer there. And I’m not entirely sure there’s a way out. Is there?” he rambled somewhat, trying to straighten out his thoughts.

Ah, I’m Arihari by the way! A Sirastirian, though perhaps that might not mean anything anymore,” a thoughtful furrow crossed his brow as he eyed the runes. Aside from the towering trees of his homeland there was no other place that held them within the Three Kingdoms that he had been aware of. And certainly not one that possessed this kind of alluring magic. Anduit would have - he cut off that thought with a quick shake of his head. No. He was fairly certain that whatever - wherever - this was it wasn’t something conjured up near home.


arihari

Lirr
art by vivaliis
Tag: @[Arihari]

#4
He stared a moment, eyes shifting down at the sound of the shells. Faded remnant of the ocean's memory perched up on the short male's delicate frame. They suited him in an exotic, whimsical kind of way just the way his pale, delicate stripes contoured his slim figure. Just where did he come from? He pushed it aside as the small one replied, Lirr seeming to have already given a bad impression of the place. Well, he wasn't too impressed with the place thus far, but that was only his opinion and he still had much to see of the valley. Perhaps they would find more than he, but not if he ruined their view already. "Ah, I didn't mean- just... It's uh, nice to meet you Arihari." He noticed the slightly troubled expression on the small stallions face, but didn't think too much of it, who wouldn't be troubled in a place like this?

He stepped to the side, motioning his head for Arihari to follow. "The tree kinda... has a mind of it's own and it's not very nice and outside winter is starting and it's not gonna be a pleasant winter from what I've heard and just, all around not a fun time, but, but there are some good things too! Probably." He turned and started down the tunnel he'd come from, stopping after a few paces to make sure he was following. "I'm Lirr, nothing as fancy sounding as a Siristirian though. His ear shifted, a familiar soft creaking sound from up ahead, the sound of the tree's roots moving and shifting once again. He turned his head back out the tunnel and could do nothing as the labyrinth ensnared the pair in it's manic clutches. "Damn it."


Arihari
Tag: @[Lirr]

#5

nothing lost but something's missing
Winter wasn’t entirely appealing to the small stallion. He was easily reminded of the bitter winds of Marothel, the Northern Kingdom of his homelands. The vast fields of ice and snow had been a shock to the forest dweller, and the biting chill was something he could do without. A mild look of disappointment flicked over his expression. “I’m not looking forward to that,” he grumbled. At least in the Northernmost lands he had been able to find merchants eager enough to sell their cloaks to foreigners. “And you don’t sound entirely sure, Lirr. Not enjoying life beyond this… tree?” he tried to push thoughts of a cold winter aside.

So far this stranger - Lirr, he corrected himself - had seemed a decent sort. When the taller male began walking he followed. The ‘damn it’ caught his attention and he looked forward to see the previously present tunnel was no longer there. Oh. This tree really did have a mind of its own, didn’t it? Arihari blinked owlishly, trying to wrap his head around what exactly had happened. This was one of the few times he found himself wishing he had remained with Anduit - the old hunters knowledge on the arcane would have been handy.

Uhh, well. That complicates things a little. Shall we pick another way and hope for the best?” he grinned, despite the circumstances.


arihari

Lirr
art by vivaliis
Tag: @[Arihari]

#6
He looked around before setting his sights on a new path. "I guess that way." He motioned, before looking down at the troubled expression that flitted across small Arihari's face. With him now nearby, he was able to make out his features much more clearly. Slender, delicate features shaped the young stallion as a whole. Pale, ginger stripes caressed and curved with his frame, broken apart by a supple cream in a paint like pattern. His bright gaze marked with a single golden eye and one a like that of a blush rose. Even in this dull light that cast the pair in a dull shadow, those eyes seemed to gleam. His mane marbled in a milky white and a warm rust that intertwined playfully in a way he'd never seen before. How had they been tied like that, he wondered. Perhaps it was a staple from the land he'd just ventured from. what was it called again? He was a, uh... a Sirastirian! What ever that meant.

His own amethyst eyes, framed by long dark lashes continued to wash down Arihari's frame before returning to those striking duel colored eyes. "So, the place you come from... What's it like?" Lirr wasn't use to being the taller one in a pair and didn't think to stifle his pace for him as hooves painted in darkness carried him through the labyrinth, just as lost as the first time around. As he waited and listened for Arihari's answer, he kept his attention before him and behind, recalling all too well the apportion of his mother. What being from Arihari's past might present themselves? It was possible none or something far more sinister could be waiting just around the bend.


Arihari
Tag: @[Lirr]