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Ren

Character OTS

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Björn & Lirr

Couple OTS


Event vromme and valiance

#1
Something was...off. Bones turned his head, craning it toward the north. Something rumbled, the ground vibrating beneath his feet. "Something comes..." The wind howled, the orb flickering as he steeled himself against the increasing gales. While the skeleteton king did not get cold he was not immune to the surging winds. He clenched his jaw, planting his feet as firmly as he could. For several long moments he stood like a statue before the orb roared back to life. "Theeem," he hissed, turning his head now toward the rest of his hold. "They need meee," his bottom jaw hang loose, the wind wobbling it as it rattled. "The ravens!" With a surge of energy he took off to find to birds of the Huginn and Muninn Order.


- - - - - -


His words sent, Bones returned to Eng. Normally a place reserved for himself and the nobles of Vromme, it was now open to every citizen who called Vromme their home. A skeleton of a former building stood. It's worn stone walls like the bones of some long dead creature. It had no roof and did not provide much coverage but Bones decided it was better than nothing. For now he would conserve his energy, saving up the power within himself for when the citizens (should they choose to join him) arrived. Bones would die for them, protect them to his last.

Shuffling slowly against the wind, Bones pressed himself up against an old wall. He could feel the deceased in the ground beneath him, their decaying bodies and bones speaking to him in whispers. They too were willing to protect the living citizens should Bones need to call of them. The orb flickered out as he did his version of closing his eyes and held a silent prayer for those had fallen previously and a prayer for those he hoped would not fall.
Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]

#2
By the time the raven reached her, Higurashi was already on her way towards the highlands of Eng with the residents of Grosugr in tow. There was very little left in the way of choice - the snows, unrelenting throughout the day, were by nightfall quickly turning the river lands into dangerous, uninhabitable territory for the young, weak, or infirm. The ponds and rivers that gave these lands their life had become hidden pitfalls of thin ice laying in wait for the careless, and the winds that swept howling like demons across the flatlands threatened to wipe clean the land of life. No vivid sunsets could be seen through the stony grey storm clouds, but the darkening of the day, the leeching of light and warmth from the air, heralded the arrival of twilight and the coming of a most dangerous night ahead. Staying was not an option, but where could they go? The wolves of Fenrir's pack haunted the woods and lakes of the north and west, and treacherous mountains lay to the east. And so, while there was still some remnant of daylight left, the priestess of Grosugr marshalled her residents and began the trek southwards up to Eng in search of their sovereign and some higher ground.

At the very least, she had gathered the ones that she could find. Shivering despite her thick winter coat, the scarlet and gold mare cast another glance over her sleet-encrusted shoulder at the thin herd that trailed behind her. Mares with their foals, stalwart stallions helping forge the path through the drifts, they looked somewhat dispirited but otherwise safe from the cold in their numbers. Among their group, however, a particular set of gold horns and jade carapaces was missing; Davaros, her kirin friend-turned-lover who had been keeping her company since autumn, had at this crucial instance proven difficult to locate. Worry for him clouded Higurashi's heart, but she could spare no time to go searching for him now if they wished to make it to safer grounds before night truly fell. She could only whisper a voiceless prayer that wherever he was, he was safe and would soon join them in Eng. She had been meaning to see him again for some time now, but where he had gone to, she could only guess.

Against the darkening skies an even darker silhouette loomed, and though its ominous shadow made children press closer to their dams' sides, the group hurried forward with renewed hope. Here at least was some semblance of shelter and safety, and as the first flashes of lightning cast ghoulish shadows over the crumbling stone walls, the citizens of Grosugr hurried inside to join their sovereign king and Lady Priestess.


[ tags ] Bones | Davaros | Kagami | @Everyone
[ words ] 452
[ ooc ] SWP yaayyyy

Photomanipulation: magtox
Stock: Malleni-Stock
Table and Coding: Raven
日暮神楽
ひ ぐ ら し か ぐ ら
Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

#3
青空の下で

Kagami has known winter, he has felt the kiss of snow and ice upon his skin. But this, this is something else entirely--something, dare he think, supernatural. A force to wipe them all out, to freeze them solid in their homes and strike fear into the hearts of new mothers who'd rather smother their babies than let them see a world this cold. He had entered these lands on the cusp of winter, and now it seemed as if it would swallow the entire valley whole. A raven had detailed orders to the Priestess of Gosugr, and Kagami was ready before her words had even told them what the raven's message entailed.

The higher parts of Vromme would prove to be safer, and so with the herd in tow, he and other stallions began to carve a path in the ever-encroaching banks. His head dipped and horns shoveled snow from their path, he wasn't cold per-say, but in that odd between. Once more he and another stallion pushed a large bank of snow from the paths of the women and men who were unable to aide much in this endeavor. The stag felt his muscles ache, how long had this been now? He couldn't tell--and he assumed neither could anyone else present. The sun had all but hidden away behind thick, grey storm clouds that had no end.

And then it appeared, this odd natural rocky construct in the wetlands of Vromme. It was here he had been told that the King, Bones, resided. Kagami had no desire to meet said King, but if he had been so gracious enough to allow the denizens of Grosugr shelter there would be no complaints from his lips. A glare creased his newly formed scar, and blue eyes searched the faces of those he'd been traveling with. It seemed for now that they would be safe--and for a moment, he caught the sight of the Priestess herself. A bit of relief washed over him then, glad to see she seemed as stalwart as ever, even in these trying times.

As he passed her, the stag gave a bob of his head as if to greet her silently. Onward he went, into the crowd of those who had gathered to shuffle back toward the entrance to stand guard with a few of the warriors.

~~~~~~

Higurashi Kagura Bones sorry this isn't great but I wanted to throw him in!
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Tag: @[Kagami]

#4

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

That eerie conjuration that called himself king (and Davaros did not argue against him) had sent ravens encouraging all Vromme denizens to Eng. Together, they were to wade out the storm. What was the phrase? Huddle for warmth? Well... as much as the jade and stonewash stag wished to chase after Higurashi Kagura, his sweet, sunset lily, the one person who had come strikingly forward and consumed Davaros' attention was his childhood friend. He hadn't seen Maura in some time - their meetings had grown foreign in his wanderings and move to Grosugr, but as the snows hiked up his carapaced legs he found his heart swelling with fear - fear that that blind mare might slip into one of the frozen bogs and never resurface. So as the people of Grosugr ran south with the urging of their priestess, Dav offered her one final glance through the haze of slate snow, disappearing into the raging, icy winds.

While others dug deep into the borders of Eng in groups, Davaros skirted through the labyrinth of rivers and ponds. He'd been raised here. Every inch of Vromme was as familiar to him as the threads of viridian at his tail. But it would have been a farce to say that trepidation did not swim in him like frenzied school fish. With every cautious but strong step (he was surprised by himself, astonished at the strength he could command for those he cared about) Davaros prayed to the spirits of the waters below to not take him. The edges of his shimmering plates laced with frost that seemed to pierce through into his core. Every muscle in his long legs trembled as they forged a path through the climbing feet of snow. At times, the only forward motion he found was with rears and leaps, or brutish plunges of his brass antlers into the belly of the snowfall. But it weighed heavy, so heavy, as he stepped unknowingly close to a hidden bog, Davaros considered himself foolish. But finally, through the winds, he could smell her. "Maura!", he called, his voice raspy but releasing with a brume of stolen steam and a roar regardless.

- - -

The only way now was to the king - towards the heart of Eng. Maura in tow, the kirin stud pushed toward again. The trick with his horns - albeit frigidly cold - had worked. Typically a man of peace, the scholarly male wagered that his nature wouldn't diminish as his brass hooves struck at the icy layers that cut his cannons. Tined points, lustrous still despite the melancholy wash over Vromme, pierced and shoveled for easier purchase until finally, lungs screaming for air that didn't sting, his emerald eyes squinted through the near white-out and spied it. A construct left from an ancient time stood not a good arrow's shot from them, but more importantly were the obvious collection of bodies. Heaving pants raked through his nostrils, rapid and labored. As quickly as his body sweat it froze, hardening his grey pelt with what felt like needles on his skin. There was another fleeting moment that he thought there was no way he could forge their path on. They had been lucky enough not to crack through hidden ice, but now his limbs were failing him. Despite wanting to move forward, dig just a little farther, his legs shook and trembled just holding his weight. "Maura," he panted, nape swinging low but 'round to look at her. "Maura- it is just ahead. We're almost there. You just have to go straight - I need - to - take a moment." Each word left his lip that were uncomfortably dry, and the chill made his teeth ache. Even together... could they survive?



TAGGED: Maura
WC: 617
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: not great but interesting me thinks


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Tag: @[Davaros]

#5

    

Maura

I rise with the moon.


Maura didn't have to hear the king's message to know something was inherently wrong. Though the kirin lacked any eyesight at all, her other senses told her something was amiss. Her hearing told her the wildlife was gone, moving far away from whatever plague had descended upon the south. She followed them as well as her ears could follow. Determined, Maura was not about to let herself freeze to death. She figured she was heading in the right direction when the snowy ground began to slowly incline, though it did not make her footing any less perilous. A slip on a good day was bad enough - but to fall in this weather? The possibilities made the mare shiver.

The higher ground meant she was heading to the Highlands, right? She thought so, at least. Normally for treks across Vromme, Davaros would help guide her so Maura would not get lost. The grey kirin paused in her trek, swiveling her head about uselessly upon realizing Davaros wasn't with her. She certainly hadn't stumbled across him yet, so where could he be? This was very unlike him. A frown tugged at Maura's lips as she turned, abandoning her path to find Davaros. She knew he would likely chastise her for not finding safety, but she could deal with that later when they were safe and warm.

It took time, but she found him calling for her. His voice drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Somehow she was able to get to him without further endangering herself, and together they set off once more to safety. The smaller, more rotund mare stuck close to Davaros's side along the way. If she was not shoulder to shoulder with him, she hung back so that some part of her touched his hip to guide so that his steps could guide her way. The wind grew colder and inexplicably harsher as they walked; the sting of it forcing Maura's clouded eyes to squint or remain shut all together to protect the useless orbs from the cold. She could feel his body grow more tired as they grew closer - certainly they had to be close! The grey kirin's nostrils flared as her brow furrowed, incensed by Davaros's self-sacrificing nature.

"Oi, c'mon now. We're not far, right?" To be fair, she had no idea just how far or how close they were to the others. She could smell them on the icy wind and hear their hushed whispers, though. That was enough. Her ash grey muzzle follows the jade scales along his shoulders and neck to draw herself closer to him, careful to avoid catching him with her own obsidian growths. With a gentle nudge, her cloudy eyes stare at what she assumes to be his face. "Just lean on me and I'll keep us moving. Just tell me if I'm about to walk us into a bog or somethin', yeah?" she asks, though there isn't any room for him to argue with her. Especially if he saw the stubborn set of her jaw as her cloudy gaze dropped back to the invisible path before her.

After all, he would never abandon her to the elements - so how could Maura leave him behind? He was her only family left in this world.



tagged: Davaros
notes: none
"Speech!" Thoughts!
Tag: @[Maura]

#6

lalaurie
give me your hand in flesh, give me your hand in death

Independence wasn't always the optimal solution. LaLaurie had elected to ignore their sovereign's push to act as a single unit, a tight and family knit group. The idea of calling these strangers family left a bitter taste on her tongue and conjured memories that no matter how close she held them dear only soured her mood. Riftmarch had burned with the Strandings, with her child, with her husband... well, almost. Jakob's black motes hovered over her, turning over themselves with a rotation LaLaurie wasn't entirely sure how to perceive. Watching them made her head swim, so she was forced to turn away from the spirit of her fallen beloved, a steam riddled sigh on her lips as she lowered her visage. Rump to the icy winds that swept through the holdings, LaLaurie's defiant and stubborn nature had settled her on the outskirts of Vromme, but now it seemed that her desires had only placed her into a precarious situation.

Steely clouds impregnated the sky and blocked out the sun. What rivers and pools had offered them drink hid beneath layers of ice and accumulating snow. Black lashes fluttered as more steam rose from her nares, only for them to be ripped in the increasingly sharp winds, as LaLaurie attempted to squint through the deepening snowfall. What a wretched place... Winter wasn't necessarily a season she'd ever witnessed. Dustings only ever frosted Riftmarch and the biome melted it in a matter of hours. Frost, ice, and frigidity wasn't something that the bald mare had ever experienced so her thin pelt and wiry frame were hardly equipped to war the storm. The gossamer fabric wrapped around her neck threatened to loosen and fly away, but she arched her nape tightly into her chest and kept it and the gilt necklace in place. Jakob's motes - unaffected by the wind - slipped from the atmosphere above her and hovered at her cannons, where the snow had built up in her resolute fight. He intermingled with the long tresses of ink and alabster that whipped through her legs, tangling and snaring with the tassel and toil. Opening her gaze only long enough to spy Jakob at her hooves, her slightly curved audits pinned along her bare nape as she buried her muzzle deeper into her chest.

She would have cursed, but the wind would have stolen that too.

LaLaurie would have been content to die in the blizzard. Her mind had been made up - she had decided in her soul that she needed no one else besides her own person and the remaining, lingering soul of Jakob. Together - always - they would persevere through any trial and she solidified such an ideal as trepidation slowly bubbled in her chest. But her husband felt it too, and the once-dwarf-stallion wasn't as fool hardy as his living wife. He buzzed like static, weaving over himself in an entrancing pattern that the hazelnut and obsidian mare missed as another harsh zephyr pummeled her back and her lids clasped tighter together in a physical manifestation of her resistance. Only once it died down (if one could describe the wind that day with those terms), her liquid umber eyes fractured a sliver so that she could peer at her submerged hooves and the spirit that lingered with her. Icy snow pierced and pelleted her back, dampening her pelt at the bottom most layer but built on top of itself with each lapsing minute. Jakob buzzed still, a tendril of black specks reaching up and tenderly caressing the left of her muzzle (but she could not feel it). Was he scared? She wondered if she should have been - or should be. Finally her fear breaks through the binds and chains she had imprisoned it with, and the first of a frightened gulp slips down her throat. What will become of me?

Just as provoking thoughts of joining her husband in death began to percolate in her mind, the hideous cry of a raven somehow managed to overcome the howling winds. Her visage snapped up, though she dared not raise it higher than her withers, and her gilt chocolate gaze strained to see the avian. Three eyed and words on its lips, it bid her warning and demands from that skeletal sovereign she had been refusing to abide only hours earlier. It was a royal summons, but not one of leisure nor court... but of survival. Below the obsidian, alabaster, umber, and hazel coloration of her visage her teeth ground in irate but pensive consideration. Did she want to die? If she did, she would join Jakob - perhaps feel his touch again. The raven disappeared back into the white out, a beast as enigmatic and mysterious as the realm it called home, leaving her to weigh just how much she valued herself and her life. As another tearing wind threatened the topple her thin conformation over, she tossed another glance to Jakob. He'd manifested in an illusion of his once true self, and despite not having eyes she knew he was staring at her expectantly. Snow ripped through him - because he was there, but not really there - as he stood there undamaged and unfeeling in the storm, but LaLaurie very much felt the icy jabs. What would he have thought of her if she just gave up now? If she relented to the dark and permanent embrace of death?

- - -

By time the remenants of the building peaked through the storm, LaLaurie was fatigued but determined to see herself through the archways. She'd crawled through the snow long enough that her legs shook, but every time they had threatened not to lift again Jakob appeared before her, standing perfectly weightless atop the snow, muzzle down and silently encouraging. Of course he'd have chosen life while she would have been all the happier to have let her vision slowly fade to black and relinquish feeling. At least she wouldn't hurt anymore... but the disappointment he'd have for her by willingly going after so much sacrifice was what she truly feared. So she fought. Stumbling towards the weathered stone, she tossed a glance back over her shoulder and squinted through the wind. Two equine were out in the storm still, waging through their own fatigue. But there was no way she could save them - she could hardly save herself. Tripping over her own apricot hooves, LaLaurie finally managed to break the threshold and stagger into the tight confines of this building's husk. The ramparts and (mostly broken) windows whistled and hissed with the thrashing of the wind, but the walls that somehow managed against the storm kept most of the elements at bay. Children and their mothers huddled in the corners while guards stood as temporary barriers between them and what cold did slip in. Some faces she recognized, others were strangers. Jakob lopped awkwardly past, a phantom of motes almost indiscernible in the depth of shadow.

Every corner had been taken, the Vromme people huddling together for warmth. The idea made her skin prickle, but what snow had yet to melt there was an icy reminder it was unity or death. Unity. She tossed another glance outwards, turning to some guards, the skeletal Bones propped along the wall, and any other Vromme partisan who hadn't been beaten to exhaustion by the storm. "Outside-" her voice rasped through ragged, labored breaths. She hadn't even realized how tired she had been. "There are two more outside, I cannot help them."



TAGGED: Bones for direct interaction
WC: 1244
MUSE: 5/5
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Tag: @[LaLaurie]

#7
The bitter winds whipped across Bones, tugging the few sparse hairs that rested at the end of his tailbone in every direction. While the bones of the old building was of some assistance from the icy hell that plagued them, he was not foolish enough to think it was all they needed. No. They needed more. More protection. More warmth. While he could not assist directly in the need of body warmth, protection was something he was able to do. And what he had to do. Bones had staked his claim, albeit unknowingly, upon the lands of Vromme and defeated the challenger. It was now his duty. His life. Ironic that he had promised to protect them with a life that was not even truly his to begin with. Despite that, Bones would fight tooth and nail until he was nothing more than dust.

One by one members of Vromme trickled in. He observed them all with his ever-glowing "eye," giving each a nod. He did not speak for a time, instead conserving his energy for when he would need it. He knew he would need it. He would need all of it. The sovereign pushed himself off from the wall, turning his gaze upon the group again. Their own body warmth would assist each other. He did not require the same so he stayed back, instead encouraging them all with a flick of his orb to stay together.

"Outside-" LaLaurie's words cut through his thoughts and the misfit king turned to face her, jaw clicking softly and bones rattling as he drew closer. ""There are two more outside, I cannot help them." The skeletal beast's neck drew into a straight line, an unnatural angle that would have been impossible had he been a man of flesh. "Safety," he encouraged her, bobbing his head closer into the remnants of a building. Turning his attention to a gap in the wall he strode forward.

He could see them. The orb began to glow brighter, like a beacon in the swirling white. It flickered slightly as Bones began to concentrate on his arcana. Pedal bones forced themselves deeper into the treacherous ice, despite the way it scratched and clawed at him. He had no thought for himself at this moment. Parts of him were far more replaceable than his citizens. Concentrating on the task at hand, Bones dipped his head. The ice below him began to split, cracks forming on the frozen ice. Darkness poured from it, gasping cries muffled from beneath. "Thaaaank yoooou," he whispered though it was nearly lost on the wind as two minions appeared from the earth beneath. Long limbs stretched from the cracked ice as they pulled themselves up. One, a heavier build with mattered feathers around what was left of it's legs. The second was more narrow with a single eye, the other lost somewhere to the hells beneath.

They rasped as what little breath they had been granted fell from their lips, bones aching and creaking as they moved forward. Striding forward the two creatures moved toward the kirins making their way toward the sovereign and members of Vromme. As they drew closer, Bones' own deep voice rang out. "Follloooow my vooooice," he called out as his orb began to glow brighter, casting dark shadows across the lines of his skull. Though this use of his magic was not all he would do. There was more than just the two horses beneath them.

"Make it whole to save their souls." The orb flickered momentarily again as he thanked the deceased again, albeit wordlessly this time. Bones began to pull themselves up from beneath, knitting together, both large and small. The walls grew and expanded to cover the gaps in the wall they already had, though the gap he stood at remained open for more to enter. As if magnetized by some unseen force the bones reinforced what was already there, hooking into the stone of the building. Bones would remain ever vigil.

He would save them.

ooc: bones called up some minions to go for dav and maura, and anyone else who comes and needs them. they'll do whatever they can to help! then he used his bone wall ability to close them off from the wind. it does not give them a full ceiling nor will it be able to stay up forever.

Higurashi Kagura Kagami Davaros Maura LaLaurie
Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]

#8
Higurashi was not idle upon entering the shelter where the cold and shivering were gathered. One by one she passed among the weakest of their ranks, seeking out the very young, very old, or the sick and frail among them. With each, she paused for some soft words, a gentle touch, and occasionally a prayer, leaving behind a trail of calm and peace in her wake. Neither the ominous skies nor the frigid snowfall seemed able to shake the serenity from her smile, an infectious faith that attracted the frightened and anxious to her side like moths to a flame.

The one thing that did make her falter, however, proved to be the arrival of LaLaurie. Ever vigilant in watching the trickle of new arrivals, which had now slowed to almost nothing as the storm steadily worsened, the priestess's attention was snapped up by LaLaurie bursting in, and more importantly by the words that tumbled from her lips. Two more, caught outside? A murmur of disquiet rippled through their ranks. To struggle through this deep freeze without help was a death sentence, something that few here did not grasp. First to leap into action was Bones, summoning his undead minions from the earth and sending them shambling out into the frigid night. They, who were unburdened by cold, weariness, or even mortality, were clearly the best choices for such a task. The others, however, shifted uneasily as the choice weighed upon them: should anyone follow after to try and help? The safety and relative warmth of the stronghold was hard to quit.

The sunset priestess, suddenly fallen silent, shouldered her way through the herd as they murmured among themselves, pressing forward until she stood next to Kagami's stoic frame standing guard at the entrance. Here, she stared hard out into the darkness. Snowfall, thick and pale against the black of stormy night, and the quickly disappearing figures of the king's minions - these were all she could see from where she stood. Urgently, Higurashi closed her eyes and whispered a hurried prayer, and momentarily a light blossomed into being above their heads, a wavering but steady beacon that spilled a golden aura onto the surrounding hillside. Although nowhere bright enough to penetrate the suffocating darkness all around, its light gave just enough illumination to make out shadowy figures struggling through the snow.

"Davaros!" Higurashi cried out suddenly, and like a spring loosed from its coil she plunged headfirst into the storm - the little faerie light winked out of existence. Kagura gasped as the frozen air hit her lungs like a million small knives, the frost forming on her lips and eyelashes within seconds, but doggedly she plowed on, almost swimming now in the snow as she struggled towards that glint of gold and jade. "Davaros!" she called out again, her voice sounding so thin in the winter's wind. Vaguely, to her left and right, she could see Bones' risen dead making their way in the same direction, and their carved paths through the snow eased her own passage. Finally she was at his side again, pressing against him whether for warmth or maybe just for a sense of security that he was there and alive - she had neither the time nor the breath to spare on words. Urgently, she pressed onward back the way she had come, stubbornly keeping pace with her gold-crowned lover and his dapple grey companion - Maura, she assumed, of whom he had spoken briefly before. She would see them both safely behind walls and in the company of the herd before she rested.


[ tags ] Bones | Kagami | Davaros | Maura | LaLaurie
[ words ] 596
[ ooc ] Ugh late and bleh sorry! Gotta keep this thread moving xD

Photomanipulation: magtox
Stock: Malleni-Stock
Table and Coding: Raven
日暮神楽
ひ ぐ ら し か ぐ ら
Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

#9

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

Harsh winds ripped the steamy columns of hot air bursting from his nostrils as quickly as they manifested into existence. What felt like iced sleet beat at his face as the storm around them worsened. For the first time since setting upon his sacrificing trek, Davaros considered just if they'd make it at all. Would the Valley even survive this? Ice clung to his dark slate nostrils, smaller crystals dotting the long whiskers of his maw so that his face felt uncharacteristically heavy. Though he loathed to admit it, the sharp and greedy claws of defeat were wringing just below his heart. Another blustering gale tore through him as he felt Maura feeling her way along his side. She spoke but the storm threatened to steal her words. Briefly he gambled a wider view, parting his emerald visionaries towards her warm, hearty voice that had debated Valley politics and ethics for so many years. Lean on her? His body did so instinctively, although did not commit his entire weight. There was no hiding the shake of his legs, but he dared not let her feel the intensity in which they quivered. In this storm, where they could barely walk through it themselves without breaking a sweat that invited pneumonia, how was she supposed to carry him?

"I- I-" his voice struggled against the ache of his lungs. The cold didn't only hang around them like a suffocating, downy blanket but had crept into his chest and made it burn. He'd felt cold before... but never something like this...

Just as Davaros thought he'd found his words, found the will and determination to speak, a bright light winked through the pale darkness. Those malachite eyes of his squinted through the sheets of icy precipitation as he pressed into Maura's side. "Wait," he barked, a hoarse and uncharacteristic roughness grating through his typically liquid cool speech. The glow grew faint, before blazing again, and an eerie beckon called to them. Ice bitten audits swiveled atop his brass crown, and Davaros felt the clinging talons of defeat slink back into the shadows. By the Gods... someone was going to help them. Two dark, ambiguous figures were pushing through the feet of snow towards them, breaking the path so that it was easier to navigate. Capturing a chilled gulp of air Davaros attempted to pull himself onto his own four pillars, but the winds swayed him and he fell back into Maura's rocky form. It seemed the closer to salvation they came, the more his own body seemed to fail him.

Had he been foolish? Davaros didn't think so. Maura was so close to safety they could literally see it, and he didn't want to consider the state they'd have found her if he'd abandoned her in the wild storm. "I'm sorry..." he huffed at her, finally giving into the ache of his dorsal and the sting along his cut legs. Shutting his eyes and curling into his friend, he elected to be rescued no matter the scoffing or ill-mannered rumors that may come from their failure. All that mattered was their survival, not whether they themselves bested the storm.

A chirping cry rose through the winds, saying only one word: his name. Immediately his visage rose from Maura's and his emerald orbs squinted through the stinging snow. "Kagura?" her name was stolen from his lips, spoken in such quiet disbelief it would have been a marvel for his obsidian kirin friend to have heard him. But a rosy silhouette broke betwixt the two lumbering on-comers, and he wouldn't have been the stallion he was to mistake her. His voice croaked again to call her name, but she tripped through the snow with an embrace that he returned far tighter then he at first thought himself possible. She had made it... but now put herself in jeopardy to save them. Davaros, his voice officially failing him, snapped at Maura's mane and pulled her close not only to introduce her to the scent she must follow but to wordless instruct they needed to move again, the poor thing still supporting some of his weight he could not do so himself.

Two minions of blank stares - one incomplete - and decayed frames greeted the priestess as Davaros followed closely behind, muzzle to her hip when and if possible. Very suddenly he was aware of how quickly his heart beat in his chest and the sheer numbness that had enveloped his body. Kagura's warmth was dulled upon his touch, and Maura was but a sharp, cold sensation along his other side. But he followed on, pushing behind his sunset lover while never once leaving his best friend's side. Finally, the reinforced monolith rose before them, spearheaded by the eerie glow of Bones' eye as he stood at the entrance. The Grosugr denizen, face littered with ice lacing, looked upon the revenant king with harrowing appreciation. Through the crumbled opening they slipped, and the weight of their survival lifted from his shoulders. First, he guided Maura into the confines, albeit tripping over his own legs, before wrapping his nape around her for much the same reason Kagura had previously embraced him; absolute proof they were safe, alive, and had made it. He staggered back from her, breath still laborious with frozen sweat darkening his hide, and righted himself before his jarl, his sweet sunlight. Just looking between them his heart swelled with joy, and tears threatened to fall in evidence to his relief. They were all safe.. all of them. But his eyes lingered on the Grosugr hold leader, eyeing even in sharp lighting of this hovel the way her body curved... so much... more than before.

For a moment he was thankful his voice had been lost, because he wouldn't have had any words to say. Rather he cautiously but messily pulled Kagura close. His muzzle stretched along her shoulder, extending until it met the swell of her belly, and he just remained a moment. The world was forever changed tonight, in so many ways. But one thing was certain.

Vromme would prevail.



TAGGED: Maura, Higurashi Kagura, Bones
WC: 1,017
MUSE: 6/5
VOICE: Tony Thornbury
OOC: djfhglairhg


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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.

Tag: @[Davaros]

#10

    

Maura

I rise with the moon.


The dappled grey mare grunted as her dear friend simply gave in to her demands, leaning his weight more heavily upon her. In normal circumstances, Maura knew he would have put up some semblance of a fight. Things had to be dire indeed if Davaros simply gave in to her, rather than try to be rational. Grateful to have a sturdier frame than most half-bred Kirins, the smaller mare shouldered the additional weight as best as a blind creature could. She pretended to not notice the shaking of Davaros's frame, knowing now was not the time to needle the older kirin on being weak. If his exhaustion said anything, it told Maura they were at great risk to succumbing to the icy threat that howled around them. She could feel his hesitancy, though, and it drew a deep frown across her dark lips.

What now?

Maura's own ears twisted, hearing the crunching of snow. Cloudy blues blinked as if she could somehow will the ability to see back into her useless orbs, as the kirin came to attention suddenly. It must not have been all bad news, for Davaros also seemed to perk up, almost as if he found a second wind. Rolling her eyes, the stout mare snorted. "Save your apologies for later. We're not dead yet."

Her ears twitched, curiosity ripping through her at the foreign name. Kagura? Now that's one she hadn't heard of before. The barrage of questions burned on her tongue like acid, but they never came. Instead, they were temporarily forgotten at the sudden pulling on her black locks. No doubt by Davaros, who was coaxing her whatever way their savior - saviors? it was hard to tell with the howling wind - had come from, the grey kirin squawked indignantly at the sudden rough handling. The feminine scent that floated into her nostrils told her their savior was a mare and Maura found it incredibly difficult to not make some kind of quip. It was clear her friend knew the mare, Kagura, who had come for them. She simply had to know how. It was most unusual for Davaros to be so taken by another female. Whatever she was to him, at least he hadn't left her behind. He dutifully helped Maura navigate their new path, following this strange mare and the decaying scent that led their way. She stumbled into the shelter the other Vromme citizens had taken up in with absolutely no grace.

She appreciated the show of affection from Davaros for a moment, shrugging the older kirin away once it had breached her "acceptable affection" limit. Maura made a show of sticking out her tongue in what she thought was Davaros's direction. "Whatever that was, thanks," the grey kirin chirped, shuffling away from whatever gross affection Davaros was undoubtedly displaying now. "What was that, anyway? They smelled ripe!"


tagged: Davaros Higurashi Kagura Bones
notes: Idk where she went here xD
"Speech!" Thoughts!
Tag: @[Maura]

#11

bones



Bones watched quietly as more horses were escorted into the makeshift building he had erected. He moved to the side, allowing them more room to enter before moving back to cover the entrance with his own body. He dug his pedal bones deep into the snow, anchoring himself as he shielded as best he could. Bits of snow and ice made their way through his ribs, falling into the entry way. Hissing lightly against the rush of wind, the sovereign shifted as his tail bone snapped against the bones of his haunches. It remained eerily quiet for a moment, at least for him, despite the murmuring voices that rippled through the groups. Finding his focus again, he turned his ahead to stare at the many horses that had gathered for safety. "Reeest," he breathed out loudly, encouraging them to focus on making it through the night before turning his attention to the outside again. The two minions who had returned stood at either side of him now, their bodies now blocking the elements as well. He did not feel any emotional connection any individual member and thus had no one he needed to personally comfort. Though he watched as reunions blossomed in the mass of bodies as others were relieved to see their loved ones safe and sound. And for that he was happy.

The hours passed restlessly for the sovereign but he remained ever vigilant. As much as he desired to fall into a heap of bones and sleep he knew the citizens of Vromme needed him. He must stay strong-- stronger than the disaster that plagued them. His bones creaked as he raised his head, glistening golden orb focusing on the sun that seemed hazy behind the falling snow. Things had slowed but they had not come to a complete standstill. Quietly the sovereign strode outwards, the snow and ice crunching beneath him.

He observed the bone wall, now no longer under his control as he had become exhausted hours ago. There were bones littered around the ground, some covered by snow and others sitting on the top. Some of it remained still standing merely because they had frozen together and for that he was grateful. What was left of his arcana was focused upon the two minions who had stood ever vigilant by his side through the night. Snow and ice clung to their coats and could Bones not hear their own shifting Bones he'd have thought them frozen statues.

After a cursory examination of the structure, Bones returned to the group and raised his head as high as he could. "Citizens of Vromme and others," his voice was deep, stormy waves churning on a darkened beach. "We have made it through the night. Despite the ice of white and cold that did bite, you did fight. Of each of you I am so proud. To each of you I have vowed." He paused, seemingly choosing his words. "To you, I do bow." The misfit king dropped his head, curling his neck as he placed his head between his knees. He dropped to one of those knees, his horns scraping the ground beneath them. He was humbled. Humbled and proud. They were greater than him. Vromme had prevailed. They were alive...that's all he could have asked for.

ooc: bones loves you all so much he's like a proud dad

 Higurashi Kagura  Kagami  Davaros  Maura  LaLaurie

Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]

#12
She couldn't have been out in the storm for more than a minute or two, but the searing chill seeping into her bones felt like it had already turned her blood to ice. By the time the sorry group of them stumbled across the threshold - Higurashi and Davaros guiding the blind Maura, who in turn was supporting the kirin stallion's weary frame - it was like the cold of the storm had leeched them of all their breath, warmth, and energy. Only Maura, stout and stalwart, had the mental wherewithall to crack a joke about their accompanying undead helpers, which brought a tired smile to the priestess's face that Maura could not see. Perhaps if Higurashi were less exhausted from the trek through and then back out into the snowstorm, she might have responded with something witty and wryly amused. As it was, she could only blink the frost from her eyelashes and take deep gulps of air, willing it to bring warmth and life back into her blood. "Our king's servants were of great assistance," she remarked, out of breath but still as silken-smooth as ever. From the corner of her eye she spied Bones keeping to the shadows across the way, and though she was never quite sure where the sovereign was looking, Higurashi offered him a small nod in silent acknowledgment of his aid. "I am grateful to have found you with their help, Maura-han. I am Priestess Higurashi Kagura. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."

Now that they were all together again, the peace began to reclaim the huddled herd. In the dark stillness in their hall of bones, the storm outside seemed much more distant and remote. Only the biting cold, ever-present, and the occasional mournful wail of wind marked the danger that lay beyond. Inside, with the warmth of friends and family close by, the mood became cautiously optimistic. Perhaps even less cautiously for the lady priestess, who returned Davaros's embrace with all the ardent fervor befitting reuniting lovers, uncaring for anyone who might have been watching on from the sidelines. Briefly, her muzzle skated over the jade carapaces that cloaked his neck and back, breathing his familiar mossy scent as eagerly as though it were the very font of life. Just as she considered how best to break her news to him, his gold-crowned head lowered to the gentle curve of her belly in a silent inquiry, and a fond smile broke out, unbidden and uncontrolled, over her face. "Yes," she confirmed simply, stepping back so that she could nudge her head under his bearded chin and lift up his face. For a moment she paused with her cheek pressed to his, the ice and sleet melting from the contact - then she pulled away from that touch too and instead placed a lingering kiss on his lips, unabashed by the public display. "We are blessed," she murmured for his ears only, reveling in her elation. "Through this darkness, we will bring light, and life."


[ tags ] Bones | Kagami | Davaros | Maura | LaLaurie
[ words ] 496
[ ooc ] I'm so sorry for the delay! Kind of a rushed job but yaayyy everyone's together and happy again! :p
Yoroshiku onegaishimasu = loosely translated as 'nice to meet you', standard phrase of greeting someone for the first time

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Table and Coding: Raven
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Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

#13

bones



Bones watched as family and friends greeted each other in safety, watching as smiles spread across their disaster worn faces. His glowing orb slowly moving across each group, his jaw clamped tightly shut. For a long while he remained silent, daring not to disturb the happy conversations that flowed from the lips of the elated. Bidding the remains of the building goodbye, he stepped outside. He had said his piece, he was proud of them. Instead he joined the two minions who had stood with him through the night. "The day is bright thanks to your fight. We have bested the white, the white...the white." He shivered, not due to the cold but a foreign feeling that seeped into his bones. He dared to raise his gaze to them again from the ground where it had dropped during his hushed tones.

"Your might, your fight-- my knights." If he could have smiled he surely would have been. Instead he reached out to give them both a gentle rub of his skeletal face across their ice packed pelts. A gesture he had seen the others do inside. Unlike them he did not have family. He thought of the entirety of Vromme as his family but it was not the same. No one flocked to his side checking for his safety. There was no elation in their eyes to see of his safety. It was his duty to protect them, he did not need more than that. But there was a strange craving for that kind of warmth though he did not what it was he was seeking.

"You have done well, now you may rest." He spoke softly to the minions, casting the grouping of Vromme citizens one last glance over his shoulder before he made his his exit. Moving slowly as he would approach the resting grounds of the fallen to release his friends to their eternal resting place.

ooc: just wanted to close this up, thanks to everyone that made this thread great! <3

Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]