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Ren

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Event winds of winter

#1
It had started with the eerie, almost unnatural silence. Granted, it was the middle of the night and typically only nocturnal animals - and Antiope herself - were on the move. Yet, even as she traversed her new kingdom as the twilight hours trickled by and took to the skies to patrol from above, something was amiss. Her keen eyes did not miss the lack of deer or elk. The snow remained unbroken, save for the obvious trails Antiope had left behind in all of her nightly patrolling. Even wolves were bizarrely absent on this strange night, having noticed something Antiope had yet to see.

As she soared in the sky, she heard it. The sharp crack in the distance. Antiope felt her heart stop before stuttering back to life, turning hastily in the air to try to find the source. Her gaze scoured the stretch of mountains around her, narrowing as she grew increasingly desperate. After a few moments of hair-raising silence, more cracks fill the air as Antiope's gaze finally lands upon the highest peak in Ambrosius.

There!

She spots the beginning of a plume of white curls from the mountaintop, a signal of the danger that is coming. A string of rather strong curses escapes Antiope's lips as she swoops low, flying to and fro over Ambrosius as quickly as she could. Antiope scrambled to find somewhere safe to weather the impending wall of snow that is coming for them all. If she could find somewhere safe to lead anyone who might seek her aid...

Even if those who resided in the holds could not see her, they might be able to hear her call to find shelter, safety, anything to save them from the danger that was beginning to careen down the mountainside and fell trees in its path.

"People of Ambrosius, listen to me! You must find somewhere safe, and quickly! There is no time to waste!"

tagged: Open to any Ambrosius fam caught in the chaos, or any Nonpartisans who need aid!
notes: none
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Tag: @[Antiope]

#2

Lucienne

Lucienne had yet to find his place in this strange land. Though he wore his mask of a smile nearly all the time it had yet to lead him to find safety. His wings, under muscled and weak were folded elegantly along the curve of his back. In the whipping winds they were useless, even if they had been properly strengthened. A burst of a cold gale broke against his pale pink hide and he shuddered involuntarily, the smile falling from his lips for a few seconds as he steeled himself. It was silent. Eerily silent. Lucienne had no problem with the quiet, but this was unnatural and worrisome. Turning his slightly dished face toward the distant mountains he observed it for a few moments with his eyes of glimmering ruby. Danger. And then it happened. The distant sound of cracking ice. "You've forced my hand it would seem," he purred to no one in particular, the corners of his lips curling up.

He would find somewhere to bunk down in this turmoil. And if he happened to find his place, well that would be too birds with one stone. He was a master observer, thinker, and spy-- using his arsenal he knew he could be of use to someone important. Lucienne turned sharply and began to head toward the closest house. Ambrosius.

It did not take him long to find her in his sights. He watched as the newly appointed sovereign dipped through the sky and he followed on the ground. He wasted no time as she landed and he watched curiously, the fake and utterly charming smile plastered across his dark lips. "A pleasure, sovereign Antiope." He dipped his nose as he approached, though not drawing too close perhaps out of respect or something else entirely. "I have heard of your valor upon the lips of those who waste their time with idle chatter. Though I must admit, I am quite impressed." He ruffled his wings, stretching the joints slightly. Spending his time listening as he explored the native lands had led him to hear about her greatness.

"I fear I have no such ties to a house, despite my...abilities." He spoke not of his arcana, which remained dormant within the crevices of his being. Instead he spoke of his own personality, years of training and self sacrifice. "Does your hold have room for one listens and knows just which ears to tell his secrets-- and which to keep for himself?" Lucienne knew it was risky opening himself up so openly, but he did not wish to attempt to speak with her once others had approached. This was for her ears only. He would pledge himself to her cause in exchange for the safety and comfort of a house.

Antiope
Tag: @[Lucienne]

#3

Marrow Camdene

i am dumb to tell the weather's wind

Marrow was growing bored. Trapped here (he'd yet to tell Kismet that, and loathed the very idea of it) in this strange new world he had found little to occupy his time other than idle chatter with other denizens of the House Ambrosius. It was a curious thing, an esteemed kingdom bore into the side of an ice and snow capped mountain. Seemed precarious, didn't it? As if asking the weaver of fate to test the resilience of the equine brave enough to reside there. Restless from restraining himself to the Northern realm and tireless from idle days, Marrow was awake during the twilight that would inevitably cure his tedium.

Nightly winds, sharp as a honed blade of an expert swordsman and brisker than winter's first kiss, tore at the alabaster threads of his mane and banner. Despite the plaits, silken locks ripped free from their confines and undulating in the never-dying gales. A fine navy cloak billowed around him, the silver clasp clacking with the ferocity of the zephyrs as Marrow turned his visage away from the great expanse of the Northern Valley and back to the lonely road he plodded. Gilt hooves carried him downwards towards the lower elevations of the holds where he thought he could get a decent run. He hoped it would tire him, allow him to finally rest his head and turn off his constantly whirring mind.

But Marrow never made it to the Nogr Evergreens, and even less so the other holds below.

A shuddering crack ripped through the air, clapping against the mountain so that it echoed faintly in Marrow's ears and shook his bones. The young prince halted, audits attentive and his golden gaze snapped upwards. "Huh?" he audibly questioned. Below his hooves the frozen stone began to tremble, shaking and shuddering so that the loose pebbles and stones clacked and clattered in omen. Once he wagered a cursory glance down, before once again craning his neck skyward. While plumes wafted from the higher peaks as the shaking only grew in strength until finally he thought he would tumble. Then more snaps; trees, their trunks folded over as if twigs beneath a hoof. Trepidation rose with the instinctual need to survive and without confirming where the avalanche would fall Marrow jolted forward. His hooves clacked and snapped along the narrow stone passages, but he refused to rein his speed in fear of consumption by the elements. Sparkling flakes of snow started to arch over him in graceful, sweeping falls, casting an ethereal guise over the calamity. But there was no time to stop and observe, no... he had to keep running. And keep running he did.

Antiope's words were almost suffocated by the roar of the oncoming leagues of snow, but Marrow caught her garbled cry and spied her through the thickening brume of snow. Finally the grounds were leveling, evolving into wider, safer passages curling down the mountain other than his congested path. And no sooner could they have come, as the great breadth of snow burst from the crevices above, ripping firs at their roots with them. Marrow leapt over the edge, eager to sink his hooves into the powder of sloping snow below and hopefully slip towards safety. Already numb appendages sank into a comforter of snowflakes, but his plan worked - at least for some time. Down he slid, ungracefully keeping himself upright on a whirl of hooves and teetering until the avalanche met him. Forward he tumbled, consumed in a world of white that turned frighteningly dark. Over and under he was thrown; at times his visage crested the soft but heavy weight of the snow and his desperate lungs gulped in fresh mountain air.

In his chest his heart raced, and although it was his life in immediate danger he found himself thinking of others; of the lady Ianthe and his dearest friend Kismet. Were they safe? Or were they too victims of the avalanche like he? Though the world was cold Marrow felt hot, and he suffered his inner turmoils until finally a jutting rock careened him through the snow, upwards and out, before tumbling just out of the way. Sputtering and coughing, his shoulder throbbing in pain, the runaway prince used what little reserves of energy he had to pull himself upright. Panted breaths left him in silver brumes as Marrow staggered away. He wasn't sure how long he ventured, or whether his path was straight (his mind was incredibly disoriented), but the young unicorn stag tripped through the trees until he heard voices. "H-hello?" he called, voice restricted, as if a beast held a vice grip around his throat. "Is someone there?"



TAGGED: Antiope Lucienne
WC: 781
MUSE: 3/5
OOC: Bam


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Tag: @[Marrow]

#4
A silence clung to the mountainsides, punctuated by the distant rumblings of the avalanche and it’s smaller minions carving paths of devastation into Ambrosius’s noble facade. The golden sovereign held her breath for a few beats, hovering uncertainly in the air after her proclamation. Had death already come for the people she had sworn to protect? Had they ran for safety, already snowed into caverns deep within the slate rocks of the mountains? Or were they disregarding the quiet danger that lurked in the mountains as they continued about their days? White teeth scraped at Antiope’s lips as she bit upon her lower lips, worrying the flesh as her sharp garnet gaze darted about the frosty landscape.

She supposed she would find out soon enough, once the devastation had had its fill of carnage in the mountains.

Her gaze fell upon a new arrival, either answering her call or had realized the danger that threatened what was seemingly a perfect winter day. A stallion of a rather rosy pink, locks of a softer hue and eyes that glittered like chipped rubies. He was smaller, more delicately built, and yet despite his charming demeanor, there was something...not quite right. Yet Antiope had little time to waste on pondering such things. Time was of the essence and she had little of it to spare. The mare’s brow furrowed, the corners of her lips turning downward as she listened. She was not one to brag about her accomplishments, nor one for idle gossip. The pegasus could only imagine what kind of foolery had spread since her triumphant victory over the former sovereign. There was little use in impressing strangers who had little benefit to her or her kingdom, yet she refrained from telling the brown nosing songbird to take his sycophant tendencies elsewhere. With the avalanche fast approaching, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to turn out one who needed aid. After the avalanche...well, she would take a harder look at him.

The frown upon her lips lessened, but it did little to soften her rather severe features. "Yes...I suppose we do." Her words were distrustful, while a suspicious glint in her burning garnet gaze eyed him carefully. To come here during a moment of crisis to ask for a place in a house was a bold strategy, indeed. Antiope would not be foolish enough to trust him, not yet. "We may speak about this later -" she had continued, her words cut off by a distant CRACK! and more rumbling. A grimace twisted her lips, golden ears flattening back against her crown.

It seemed they would not be alone, for another appeared before the calamity. A brute not blessed with wings staggered about in the snow like a drunk after a bar fight. A hiss of sympathy escaped from Antiope before the tall mare moved, flying low and fast to save time. She landed messily near Marrow, kicking up chunks of snow and debris in her haste as the stallion pulled himself upright. Her gaze swept over him, noting his injuries. Inwardly wincing, it was abundantly clear the poor boy had gotten caught up in the chaos as the avalanche carved a path along the mountains. Bucking her typical distaste of touching others, the sovereign unfurled a wing to gently drape over Marrow's shoulders. "Introductions will have to wait, I'm afraid - just trust me." Whether or not he agreed wasn't important as Antiope carefully shepherded the injured stallion towards her previous perch where she had left Lucienne moments before. She spared a quick glance towards the rose-hued pegasus before speaking, "We must move quickly. I spotted a cave not far from here. It should shelter us until the worst of this mess has passed."

tagged: Lucienne and Marrow
notes: none
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#5

Lucienne

Lucienne continued to watch her, the kind mask never falling from his delicately dished face. It would seem his words had not swayed her in the way he had hoped, but that did not mean he would simply give up. He would prove himself to her, he was sure of it. Turning an ear toward the shifting ice and snow he stiffened his joints as a powerful wind swept across them. His wings, once folded elegantly along his back curled around his barrel in an effort to shield himself from the cold. He cursed himself inwardly for having such a thin coat, though he'd admit readily he would never be caught dead with a thick winter's coat. Despite the imminent danger they faced, he was glad it was a storm of snow rather than mud. At least if he died, he'd be clean in death. As beautiful as he lived.

As Antiope left his side, wings propelling her to the other's aid quickly. He remained where he was, observing from a distance. His ruby colored eyes were focused intently and his ears pressed so far forward one might think they'd break right off. Lucienne watched with interest as the sovereign curled a wing around the newcomer's shoulder in a comforting embrace. The wrinkles around his eyes deepened as his smile grew upon their return. "Might I offer my assistance?" He gave Antiope a nod before he turned to Marrow, the smile across his dark dusted lips still in place.

He moved to stand on his opposite, offering a shoulder should he stagger. Lucienne was not exceedingly strong-- in fact he seemed as if a strong gust might simply blow him away. But he was no fool. First impressions were important and he was not about to muck this up. "Point me in the right direction, sovereign, and I shall follow." His voice rumbled, betraying the bright color that coated him.

 Antiope  Marrow  
Tag: @[Lucienne]

#6

~ Marrow ~

i am dumb to tell the weather's wind

He wasn't entirely aware of who swept down upon him, only that someone had, and the weight of their wing upon his back was offered in encouraging comfort but felt weighted. His knees shook and his vision spun, but ultimately the youthful prince relented to being shepherded. His lustrous gold hooves were numb from digging through the deep snows and his visage hung with a broken demeanor. The cloak he'd been given so many years ago as a present from his mother was torn and ripped where fir branches had snared the precious fabrics. Where the brocade had been embroidered around the edges frayed, loosing golden threads that would hide in the wilds of Ambrosius for years to come. Even the leather strapping across his chest was etched and marred where stronger stones or branches tried to rip through the oiled hide. What hair hadn't fallen from the tight braiding hung crimped about his finely muscled nape in haphazard disarray - he looked a mess.

The golden pegasus - his vision was coming back to him and the dull ring in his harks slowly faded so that their voices were only echoes from down a narrow path - brought him to an outcropping where another stood. A delicate pegasus painted with delicate blush and rose. Marrow's vision squinted at the other male, the golden of his eyes accentuated by the black marks that aesthetically held their oval shape. This other male seemed like the very winds of the storm could have swept him away, yet here he stood unscathed. Had to be the wings. No other choice. But others had made it, they had somehow done it. Which meant that Ambrosius wasn't lost to them, the people-

As Lucienne pricked forward to offer the youth further aid his nape went erect and his visage snapped up. With cotton filled ears his own voice seemed distant, but he heard the urgency nonetheless. "Kistmet!" his throat croaked, the white crescents at the lip of his eyes peaking behind his inky lids. "Oh no, no, no, no-" his visage whipped around, staring out into the destruction of the Northern realm, entirely lost to the others for a moment. In his chest his heart pounded fiercely and he could have sworn it would have been visible by any who watched his pectorals. But the disorientation of the tumble demanded him yield in his worries; his weight sank into the others, swaying a bit, before finding strength in Antiope's coiled frame. For a moment he let them drag him about, was thankful when they stilled, and just followed, a useless injured party with little to offer in aid.

Then her heard the term sovereign.

His lids parted enough for slivers of gold to peek out. There was a beetle to his brow already, but it twisted with befuddlement. "Sovereign?" he inquired, his words still froggy.



TAGGED: @[Antiope] & @[Lucienne]
WC: 477
MUSE: 3/5
OOC: blah


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Tag: @[Marrow]

#7
With the injured stallion now flanked by Lucienne, it made it easier to traverse through the snow. Well, only marginally easier, but Antiope wasn't about to turn away any kind of help in the predicament they found themselves in. Even though Lucienne was smaller and lightly built, even a fraction of Marrow's weight being more distributed helped. A sidelong glance told Antiope that the pink stallion wouldn't be able to last very long, given the elements, but the sovereign could hardly fault him for something beyond his control. His delicate build and a thin coat was a death sentence if the avalanche didn't catch them first. The mare's lips pressed into a thin line, the corners turned with worry, as lines creased along her eyes.

Being grounded during such an event was not good for a pegasus like herself or for Lucienne, but Antiope's conscience wouldn't allow her to leave Marrow behind.

The mare gave a curt nod and without further ado, began to lead them away to safety. Words could be exchanged later - for now, there was a higher priority. A peek at Marrow told her that he wouldn't last much longer out in this weather in his condition, impending avalanche or not. His appearance was disheveled, hair in disarray; his vision seemed unfocused and his knees still shook as they carefully made their way to safety. Antiope could only imagine what had happened to him before they had discovered him. Did he fall? Was he attacked? Did some other misfortune befall him? His cries for some unknown woman named Kismet tugged painfully at something within Antiope's chest, though it didn't show. Too many thoughts and worries rattled around in Antiope's skull as they neared the aforementioned cave, causing her to nearly miss Marrow's inquiry.

In any other situation, Antiope might have chuckled. Yet with the impending danger of the avalanche's roars growing closer as it galloped down the mountainside, the gilt pegasus found any kind of humor difficult to find. "Yes," she confirmed gruffly, pulling away from Marrow as she turned towards both stallions. With a sharp gesture, the pegasus urged the other two into the yawning mouth of the cavern as her garnet gaze drifted towards the plume of white that was growing larger and faster by the second. "Inside, both of you, if you want to live through this calamity." Antiope only gave the others a few moments to make moves themselves before she turned back toward Marrow and Lucienne. There was little preamble or grace as the gold and bronze pegasus used her wings and larger size to bodily in an attempt to move the stallions in, bracing her back and wings against a sudden rush of frigid air and ice. Gritting her teeth, the robust mare planted her hooves against the onslaught of snow and debris, using her frame and wings as a shield for Marrow and Lucienne.

As quickly as the sudden roar of snow had come it was gone, though the distant roars of smaller avalanches still went on. With a grunt, the pegasus shook off as much ice as she could. "Well, it sounds like we might be stuck here for a while."

tagged: Lucienne and Marrow
notes: none
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Tag: @[Antiope]