Fimbulvetr

Ren

Character OTS

OTS 1
OTS 2

Björn & Lirr

Couple OTS


Event Snowed in

#1
EZERA


Silence is our Fate

The stream had become a favorite place for the mute and her hellhound companion. It seemed as though they were down there at least three times a week, Ezera keeping watch while Arzaz jumped around. Most of the time it was just the two of them on these little trips but this time Iracebeth had joined them. It had come as a joyful surprise that was more than welcome. As much as she didn't mind being alone there were times where she grew tired of it. Ignoring the pit of some unknown feeling that made her stomach turn they had gone down the mountain. Looking back on that feeling they probably should have listened to it but it was no use thinking about that now, not when the snowstorm was already here.
There hadn't been much thought put into the current state of the weather while they had been making their way to the stream. The hellhound pup's excitement was bouncing around in Ezera's mind and becoming hard to ignore. Despite how annoying the young companion had a tendency to be she did have to admit that it was cute in a way. Plus after saving it she felt responsible for keeping it safe and happy. Arzaz had also taken a liking to Iracebeth after noticing the electricity that sometimes sparked between her horns. So she bounded beneath both of them with a wide grin on her skeletal face, playing her game of "don't get squished" while Ezera and her daughter tried not to trip. It took them much longer than normal to get to their destination but that didn't matter much.
Once they got to the stream it didn't take long for things to start going wrong. The mute hadn't been expecting it when the winds picked up to the point of almost knocking them over and the air felt as though it would freeze her bones together. It had been cold and windy the past couple of days but nothing like this. She now recognized the pit of feeling as some kind of foreboding that almost made her sick. The hellhound that had just been jumping from stone to stone was tucked up between Ezera and Iracebeth's legs. By the time they decided to try and find some sort of shelter the snow and ice had started to pound the ground.
It didn't take long before they couldn't see anything around them. Without the touch of her daughter's should against her own or the brush of Arzaz's fur the unicorn wouldn't have known they were still there. Everywhere the bright golden eyes looked there was white. It was a feeling she wanted to escape from, being lost in a place that had become home. By some sort of miracle they managed not to run into any trees but Ezera could feel them scraping along her coat. She really had no idea where they were heading except that it had to be in the general direction of the mountain since it didn't feel as though they had done any full turns. Either way they had to run into some kind of place to get away from the storm.
It's an odd feeling when you go to take a step and there's nothing to step on. Ezera had never felt it before but it wasn't something you could mistake for something else. She knew that there was no way to keep the other two from following her down but that didn't stop her from trying to use her magic to warn them when the snow gave way beneath her hoof. WATCH- The magic cut off after the one word but there wouldn't have been a point anyway. They were already falling.

Ezera's Thoughts



OOC Iracebeth | Notes
Tag: @[Ezera]

#2

Iracebeth
she is no girl, she is lightning


Iracebeth had never fallen before. She'd weathered storms - gotten so irreversibly lost it separated her from her mother for nearly a year - but there was something... raw about the power that this one demonstrated. Her cropped silver tresses had lashed at her sleek nape, snapping and whipping audibly in her ears that sank back along her gilt horns and a thought had crossed her mind; "This was no regular storm." It echoed again in her suddenly empty mind as her first hoof plummeted into emptiness. Even her mother's fleeting warning fell privy to the repeated, haunting sound of her own preceding trepidation. A yelp rose from the young mare's unable to fight the torrential winds at their back nor gravity's greedy pull downwards. Rocks and frozen sod crumbled below her hooves as rumbles rippled through them. What in Tryggr's name was happening?

But she hadn't the time to think it - no - what little visibility there was was no sooner consumed by deteriorating landscape. Fruitlessly her legs flailed in the air, trying to find some semblance of purchase, until finally she felt the first hard thump of hard undersoil. It had been her shoulder that collided - somehow Iracebeth must have toppled over herself and spun like a feline in the air in her vane attempts to cease the fall - and a sharp hiss and puff of air loosed from her di-colored lips as her body tumbled still downwards. Despite being land locked again, the beatings at her hips, ribs, and sides were many before finally she rolled upon more even ground. Not once, but twice her horns had caught something - roots she assumed - and yanked at her sharply before they slipped back to freedom. While her lungs craved heaving, frightened breaths her ribs ached and refused anything more than short, desperate gasps.

Dust and dirt swam weightlessly in the air as the earth seemed to shift into its final (for now) resting place and it provoked several coughs from the petite femme as she fought with her trembling legs so that she may stand. "Mom?" she managed through another sputtering fit. Each hack, however, prompted uncontrolled sparks along her gilt horns, segwaying Iracebeth closer to a mind of clarity. Shaking her nape, she threw her weight forward to release her hinds, and they snapped up into place, albeit awkwardly. She tossed her weight back this time, and she stumbled some steps until she managed to right her balance. Another cough, but this time she latched onto that current of electricity and focused it. The arc leaped from the right fore horn to her left, were it seemed to braid itself back again. A humming buzz vibrated the air betwixt her horns, but the strengthened current gave her some bit of yellow light to see. "Mom?"


W C: 465
T A G: Ezera
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: yuck this is terrible
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Iracebeth]

#3
EZERA


Silence is our Fate

The little hellhound pup had no idea what had just happened. One moment she had been trying to get through whatever the freezing white stuff had been and the next they were down in a dark den. Except she was fairly certain they hadn't meant to go into this den, at least not the way they had. The way down had reminded her of falling into the water in the ravine but without the liquid to catch them. Somehow the companion had managed to make it down with only a few scratches, avoiding both the edges and the two equines that had fallen as well. She had rolled a little ways away from where the mute had landed, a little way aways from her daughter, but was up and bounding over to Ezera with barely a moment to shake off the dirt and snow. Arzaz didn't need any light to find them, only smells.
By the time she made it to what she was pretty sure was the unicorn's head Iracebeth was struggling to stand and calling out for her. Before now the pup had figured that her equine companion was just being her normal quiet self but when she made no move to react to being called a spark of worry caused Arzaz's heart to jump. It only worsened when she crept closer and caught the sharp copper scent of blood. She might not know much about life but she did know that nothing good ever came from that smell unless she had been hunting. And she hadn't been hunting. Following her nose the hellhound found the substance just underneath Ezera's right ear. Without a second thought she started to lick it, following an instinct that she didn't understand but felt right.
She ignored the sounds of the other equine moving around and the desire to chase after the sparks that lit the area after every cough. Only when Iracebeth spoke again and the sparks turned into a constant light did the pup stop and actually look. After a moment she nudged at the unconscious mare with her paw. When nothing happened she did it again, and again, and then with her face. After the third attempt a sharp sound echoed around her head and Arzaz stumbled back. It took her a moment to realize that it hadn't come from herself but from the unicorn. With a satisfied whistle the pup bounded over to where the younger equine was standing and spun in a circle before racing back to Ezera.
The pain in her head almost dragged her right back into the darkness but she pushed against it and opened her eyes. Shapes came into view slowly while she tried to orient herself. It took a moment and when she spotted Iracebeth's sparks her golden eyes closed to deal with the pain but at least nothing else seemed to hurt. Ezera considered standing but there didn't seem a point at the moment and avoiding anymore black-outs or pain inducing nausea felt like a good idea. Instead she let her head fall back onto the snow that had followed them down and watched Arzaz come closer.

Ezera's Thoughts



OOC Iracebeth | Welp
Tag: @[Ezera]

#4

Iracebeth
she is no girl, she is lightning


One, two, three more coughs as her responses came unanswered. Squinting through the brume the gunmetal femme fought for some purchase in the dusty darkness. Motes ebbed and flowed in the small circumference of light that her electricity produced, some even sparkling as the trapped snow reflected the gilt hue, but she saw little to nothing besides an abyss of settling cloud. "Mom!" she called again, her dry voice cracking as it gripped tightly upon urgency. But the beckon only brought her another cough and silence. As the atmosphere cleared with time's progression, the weightless sod, snow, and debris finally swaying towards the supple earth below her hooves, Iracebeth found herself only more unsettled.

Moss ladden rock with lacing of frost winked beneath hard, irregular juts of terra as it loomed overhead. Some areas were littered with long dead grass, their longevity and virility stolen by the cold of the Vinter season. It reminded her off all too familiar a place, one she didn't care to remember for years still. I'm underground, her mind echoed, wrapping around the reality of the dilemma. We're underground. Fighting against the aching bruises along her shoulder, the youthful mare pushed herself forward some, gilt eyes wide and dilated as she surveyed further into the mire. "Mom! she called again as the distinct sound of movement echoed before her. But as it came closer and closer, what should have been powerful strikes from obsidian flints were soft and nimble taps of pads. Arzaz manifesting from the dim was a sight to behold; her skeletal if not haunting appearance molding from the shadows as she came into the soft, golden light of Iracebeth's arcanum. The filly jolted at first, entirely forgetting about the companion at all. The energetic pup bounded in circles before her but there was an alarm to her usual playful demeanor that the daughter of Ezera did not welcome.

As Arzaz shot off into the darkness, Iracebeth too threw herself after the lupine creature. Her nimble legs, deft with experience above ground in Tryggr's malleable territories, moved easily behind her despite the obvious disturbance to her cadence. As they jogged along, the distinct metallic tang of blood rose through the musky air. No! Iracebeth shot beyond Arzaz, their tunnel having been mostly a direct route and trusting in that fact. While the light offered her some semblance of visibility, the gold and silver femme still nearly tripped over her own dam as they stumbled upon her. Without hesitation Iracebeth was to her mother's side, pressing her muzzle against the warmth of her forehead, just before the delicate, spiraling horn that had defended her in her youth. Her throat begged to whine for her mother, but her pride and a rising realization that she had to be the conductor of their freedom came crashing upon her. She stepped back, her legs snapping about in needless movements that only showcased the bubbling anxiety within her. Lowering her visage down again, she inspected her dam with the feeble light she'd conjured. Blood nestled just below on of her ears and Iracebeth needn't be a healer to understand the depth of their misfortune. "Dammit!" she cursed allowed - the first time ever in front of her mother - as she snapped her visage back up. She offered Arzaz a cursory glance, idly wishing she had never lost the ability to speak with companions like her mother had always done.

Companions!

Golden eyes widened with white crescents as the dawning broke, and Iracebeth shot a look past Ezera. The collapse was just a few feet beyond; boulders, trees, and fallen terra lay in a compact but haphazard barrier to the outside world. Iracebeth shot over, her heart pounding in her chest, and crept as close to the dangerous jigsaw as she felt comfortable. Beneath it's weight her epiphany felt dwarfed but it was their most prized option. Closing her own eyes, Iracebeth fought with that alien, bonded connection that had somehow brought her and Rook together. Unseen tendrils groped from her mind, through whatever physical barrier lay between them, and searched frantically for the corvid. Her aura was bright and overwhelming busy with panic and desperation, hopefully a signal through whatever chaos lay beyond for the midnight crow to catch. Time passed, and frustration mounted with the deadened silence on the opposing end of her metaphysical call. Eyes popping open and her breaths increasing with a rising trepidation, the girl tossed a glance back over to her mother and the hellhound pup. If she gave up, they'd all die...

So she reached out again, her voice rasping fruitlessly, "Rook!", as it cried with fear.

And as that drowning sensation of terror steadily clawed it's way up her throat, it flooded away. The pupils of her eyes faded away to a lustrous golden hue that swam with depth, as if molten ore. No longer she saw the cave, but the forest.


W C: 822
T A G: Ezera
M U S E: 5/5
O O C: ending here cuz I have a plan >:3
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Iracebeth]

#5
EZERA


Silence is our Fate

Iracebeth's words bounced around inside of the mute's head, adding to the ringing that had taken over. As her daughter moved away, taking the light with her, she was able to open her eyes a bit wider without adding on to the knives in her head. The desire to use her magic to at least let the girl know that she was awake was almost enough to push past the disorientation and pain. Almost. Instead her focus withered and Ezera was back to fighting off the desire to sleep. Arzaz nudged at her muzzle every time she started to drift off, sensing something that the mare couldn't. Just the thought of moving sent a wave of nausea rolling through her stomach but it was the best way to keep from falling asleep.
Her movements were slow to the point that it looked like she had been put into some kind of slow motion. Every bone and nerve seemed to cry out but she fought against it. By the time the unicorn had made it to some kind of sitting position she had to lean against the wall behind her. The urge to be sick was so strong that she could almost taste it and she closed her eyes to force it back down. That was not something she wanted to experience with a mouth that was sewn shut. It took what felt like ages for the nausea to go back to simmering and the pain to return to its just bearable level of pounding. There was no awareness of what was going on around her, only the bubble that was her body existed.
Ezera couldn't comprehend the idea of even thinking about getting her back legs to work and stand fully. Even if her mind hadn't been so distracted by other things and she had been able to her balance was so off that the mare probably would've ended up back on the ground anyway. She didn't even hear Iracebeth's cry. Instead she used the wall as a support to keep herself in the awkward sitting position and forced her eyes open. She had expected everything to be as blurred and disorienting as her head was. What she saw instead confused her to the point that she didn't flinch from the light.
She had no idea what was happening but whatever it was didn't seem to be hurting the girl. The mute struggled to remain focused as the darkness tried to pull her back down. Arzaz moved so that she was by Iracebeth's hooves and let out one of her high-pitched whistles, making Ezera wince, but it didn't appear to do anything else. Unable to move or do much more than keep her eyes open and on her daughter she felt useless. It wasn't something she liked feeling, especially after everything else that had happened. Worry started to prick at her heart but she just continued to sit and watch, hoping that whatever this was wouldn't end up any worse.

Ezera's Thoughts



OOC Iracebeth | This is... something
Tag: @[Ezera]

#6
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
The young king's visage pivoted in the direction of his loyal kingsmen, watching as the all formed a tight line to stand at the ready. His crimson gaze swept over each and every one of them before finally allowing his full attention to rest upon Hel with a minor nod of his head. Finding the survivors of this catastrophe is of the utmost importance. Locate them, then bring them all to a safe area within tryggr. I can trust that you will not fail me, Hel? He knew the mare was more than capable of such a feat. As Lirr nudged his shoulder the young sovereign managed a shallow nod of his head before watching the gilded male take to the skies.

For a moment longer he watched as Lirr flew in the direction of Arrhule, mentally wishing the boy swift and safe travels. He pivoted, poised to give more orders, until a corvid descended before him. Jostled by the sudden appearance Andante took a step back as the bird hovered in a frenzy before him. At first he believed the avian to be a startled creature from the events that had just transpired. But the closer he looked and the more the raven urgently called out to him he realized that this was Iracebeth's companion. Rook?! He questioned as a million questions fired off within his head. If he was here, where was she?

As if on cue Andante watched as the corvid swept past him, flying back in the direction of which he came. Tossing a hard look over his shoulder the young sovereign barked a command. You two, with me! Sparing no hesitation both Roscoe and Mortimer leaped from the line, coming to flank their king just as Andante called out to his own companion. Naveed, let go! The hulking hellhound rose from the snow and met up with the small group within two small strides. I'll be back Hel.

Lurching through the dense snow he lead the charge forward with large plumes of soft powder being kicked up in their wake. Turning his attention toward the sky Andante's serpentine pupils locked onto the raven's flying form. Where are you leading me? Their fast paced journey took some time as they navigated and meandered past fallen trees and newly created crags caused by the avalanches damage. The longer they traveled the more anxious he'd become. Eventually the small party turned up in what he assumed to be blar buried beneath the mountains devastation.

Andante eased his men to a halt while Naveed stopped abruptly at his side. Narrowing his eyes he panned around the immediate area, seeing nothing before tossing his sights back toward the sky. Where is she bird?! The stag shouted, losing patients with each ticking second until Naveed began stirring beside him. Focusing upon the burning hellhound he watched as the massive creature placed its nose to the ground sniffing along and following a trail until he stopped and began digging. His heart pounded wildly within his chest as realization began to set in. They were buried during the chaos.

No, Was all he could managed to whisper as he cantered to his familiar's side and began scooping rubble and debris out of his way. The two kingsmen were there right along side him, all of them digging to create some  king of hole in the snow and terra. No, no, no... How did this happen, were they both alive down there? Where they dead...? The very real possibility of losing both of them to the harsh ways of the valley seemed to thrust the boy into overdrive. A certain burning washed over him, causing the king of tryggr to double back from his digging men and companion.

Gritting his teeth the young stallion shook his head as a low growl fell from his jaws, grabbing the attention of both his guards. Are you alright, konge? One of them spoke until they witnessed the bone snapping transformation. A near mirror image of the sovereign's companion. With their jaws agape the pair scrambled out of the way as Andante lurched forward again. Cloven hooves were replaced with paws better equipped to dig a hole just wide enough for all of them to fit through with the help of Naveed. Squeezing his way through, the semi feral king threw himself into a sprint down the elongated tunnel with the whispers of the nymphs guiding his every step, leaving the remaining three to catch up. Ezera, Racey?!
000 words. tagged.  Iracebeth Ezera
Tag: @[Andante]

#7

Iracebeth
she is no girl, she is lightning


The connection between Rook and the gunmetal girl severed like a thread cut but a seamstress. Darkness once again enveloped her a gasp raked through her lips as her consciousness regained itself. Staggering back from the tunnel opening, Iracebeth felt uneasy on her own hooves. "Wha...?" her voice croaked. Had.. had she not just been in the holds? Had... but... she couldn't fly. Her khol audits swiveled, confused, as her mind transmitted the far fetched and strange new magic she'd just experienced. She felt... at one... with Rook. It took their communication, any communication she'd had with any familiar, beyond the confines she previously thought possible. She swayed momentarily, as if the earth tried to shift beneath her in some sort of cruel joke, before taking deliberate, but ungraceful, steps back towards her dam. "Mom", she croaked again, not unlike she did when she was a younger filly and scared.

Seeing Ezera propped up brought her relief which helped ground her further and reorientate herself. Iracebeth swept to her mother's side, and wrapped her slender nape around the obsidian unicorn gently. "Help's coming..." she promised, although in some regards she considered it may have been a lie... there was no telling if Rook was successful, or if anyone would listen to the caws of a crazed bird. Everyone would be reeling, adrift in a sea of chaos and peddling water to try and keep themselves afloat. Would she have listened to a bird squawking in their hooves? Her spine trembled as she looked into the face of the young hellhound, and wrapped herself tighter around her mother. "No matter what happens, I love you, mom." Iracebeth's voice cracked. As she settled back into the cave her fear and anxiety returned, and in such close proximity to Ezera the pungent, iron stench of her blood felt as if it sucker punched the silvery girl in the mug. If they were coming how long would it take them to get here? How long did her mother have?

Stop it, Iracebeth. Everything is going to be fine. It is always fine. But she shifted closer to her mom, gesturing for Arzaz to come closer. An undetermined amount of time settled as Iracebeth's mind reeled over a hundred and one possibilities: that they'd be rescued, that they'd perish and be forgotten, perhaps they'd turn subterranean and live beneath Tryggr as some kind of twisted secret... She shook her visage, relighting the electric current betwixt her horns. It was after she settled that she heard it... the shake in the ground. It was dull, muffled by the depth of their trap. Her harks shot forward and her visage rose. "Did you hear that?" She listened closer, falling still in a vain attempt that it would maximize her ability to hear. What steady cadence she heard ended just as it crescendoed and was easily distinguishable, and her heart sunk. No... She lurched back from her mom, reassuming the mantle of protector. (Her mom had done it so many times for her, it was only right to return the favor now.) "Hey!" she screamed into the emptiness, "HEY! We're down here!" her voice broke again, hoarse from the screaming. Again she fell still, listening, until the mound of debris that trapped them here shifted.

Iracebeth jolted back, her skin prickling. Dirt trails fell between the stone and trees, gathering in small mounds as more and more terra adjusted. Again she backed up, standing between the wall and Ezera as if her lithe body could offer the larger unicorn any sort of protection. In her chest her heart pounded wildly, until finally light broke through; a silver beam. Moonlight made the dust and dirt shimmer as if stardust, and despite the twilight outside the silvery femme squinted. Bigger and bigger the cavernous hole opened, figures hovering in the void and blocking out the light. Finally the rest of the debris fell away, collapsing on itself since it was unable to support the weight any longer. From the darkness a mass emerged, large and lupine in construction, tearing through the massive, gaping hole. Iracebeth tensed, unsure what kind of beast stood before her and it's intent, until their names fell from its fanged lips. "Andante?" she breathed.


W C: 708
T A G: Ezera and Andante
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: whoop!
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Iracebeth]