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Björn & Lirr

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Open Highway to the Danger Zone

#1
Nothing can keep young Lirr grounded forever, not even Fenrir's winter. It would have to kill him or steal his wings before he bowed to the likes of gravity. Two long ebony wings sprawled out from each side, carrying the stallion through the sky, not even the clouds able to hide his dark pelt and he weaved through the occasional puff of water. He seen what wonders his old world had to hold from lands bathed in a kaleidoscope of flowers blanketing hills that rolled on farther than the eyes could see; mountains that tore through the clouds like daggers piercing the world's crust; palaces decorated with the most extravagant gems and jewels; he's had wine decedent and smooth as silk; nothing compared to this feeling though. Wind slipping under and over his wings, caressing his body. The sky, his lover. He'd flown East and soared through the west, not even the harsh winds of Tryggr could keep him down among the dirt. There was still much to see, yes and he would surely return to further explore and once again meet with familiar faces he's come across in his travels, but new lands awaited him in the North.

Now, despite protests from others, borders could never seem to stop him. What good are lines drawn in sand if not to cross them? Even now, he unknowingly added another forsaken border to his list of transgressions. What could anyone possibly do to him from here anyway? He'd seen many equine here in the valley he was now trapped in, but very few held wings it seemed, at least from the ones he's met. He came racing into the Ambrosius House without a second thought. A cacophony of curls once draped elegantly down his neck was now streaking behind him, his own leonine tail trailing behind him at the whims of the wind. Mountains stretched up at his sides and below him a forest still lush with ever greens despite it's fresh coat of white. Those pristine tree tops, how could he possibly resist the temptation? A wide grin stretched across his maw as he started a descent slow at first, gaining a little bit of speed but the harsher the decline, the further in he pulled in his large wings, essentially free falling towards the trees, tucked in tight like a bullet racing towards the ground. His small wings remained open, keeping him balanced upright as he came closer and closer. Suddenly he popped his wings open, the thick of feathers catching the wings harshly and shot across the sky along the tree tops, the air rushing off him knocking the snow off the very top of the trees he flew over, his back feet catching one or two of them.

There was a streak of green across the Fjollottr from where he flew through. While it provided him almost no warmth, even on his dark hide, the sun shone down across his back, the gold of his wings glittering for those above. Excitement welled up inside him itching to come out, his young heart wanted to shout out to the world so dark and bleak, shout out that he would not give in to it's demands to share in it's anger and grief. He knew better than to give in to such things in a place like this for worry his echoing voice bring down an avalanche off the mountains the bore on both sides. He began to lift back up into the air, settling his pounding heart from the thrill. He saw the world claim lives, both young and old. Some too soon and others far too late, but it with his time in life unpredictable, He was determined now more than ever to enjoy what he'd been given. If death wanted him so bad, it would have to catch him first.


Antiope
Tag: @[Lirr]

#2
Her eyes narrowed against the frigid wind, ignoring the stinging cold as it pricked along her face. Vinter had been harsh, even by the locals' standards. It was possibly the harshest winter Antiope had ever endured in her long life thus far. Though the grey clouds had cleared, there was little relief from the bitter cold. It was as though the sun couldn't penetrate through the bitter cold that had descended upon the valley. Not even the brightest of rays could bring warmth. Many had taken to seeking shelter in the caverns littered throughout Ambrosius, rarely leaving their cozy hideaways unless it was dire.

But not Antiope. Even the harshest of winters couldn't keep the new sovereign grounded.

After some adjusting, it was easy to ignore the bite of the cold as she soared in the sky. Thankfully free of her steel armor and burgundy cloak, the golden pegasus felt as light as a feather in the sky. As much as Antiope appreciated the steel armaments and the warmth her cloak often provided, they were cumbersome. They made it difficult to turn easily in the air and often they weighed her down. To wear her full regalia would only tire her faster, something the pegasus mare wished to avoid. Bronze and gold wings extended from her sides, covering an impressive wingspan that could easily be seen even from the ground. A broad wingspan was a must for a pegasus of Antiope's size and weight; after all, she was no delicate damsel floating in the clouds. She flew up, up, up - pretending as though if she got close enough, she could feel the sun on her back...But she knew better. Yet, it was nice to pretend once in a while.

A flash in the corner of her eye caught the sovereign's attention. With a snap of her wings, the gilt mare turns sharply in the air as she changed her trajectory. It was something fast, something small. Whatever it was, Antiope knew it was something that didn't belong in Ambrosius. The clouds of snow knocked off treetops served as a trail as she glided behind Lirr, her crimson gaze tracking him as she quickly covered the distance. As she got closer, she could make out his shape; small, black, and with two sets of wings, Antiope found her curiosity piqued. A double set of wings weren't unheard of in her homeland, but extremely rare. They hadn't been seen for a hundred years by the time Antiope was a fresh face in the army.

Instead of simply announcing her presence behind him, the golden pegasus dropped below the evergreens to fly beneath Lirr undetected. She was in no rush to cut him off just yet, as he seemed to simply be enjoying a flight among the mountain range. From a distance, he seemed hardly older than a child, if not a very young adult. Besides, given the break in the weather, Antiope could sympathize with the need to stretch one's wings before another blizzard held the valley hostage. She waited until the sounds of his wings began to fade as if he was pulling away from the trees, perhaps back into the air. Unable to stop herself, the sovereign gave a powerful flap before tucking her wings close to avoid damaging them on her way through the trees. Antiope broke through the treetop after him, her bronze and gold wings flaring out from her sides to hold her aloft in the air. Shaking her head to clear the pine needles from her mane, Antiope offered Lirr a lopsided grin.

"Enjoying the view?"

tagged: Lirr
notes: none
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Tag: @[Antiope]

#3
There was much in this world to take in, so much so that he ironically wasn't paying enough attention to subtle cues like the soft beat of large wings that were surely not his own. Perhaps he was so used to flying with others that it just hadn't occurred to him that he was alone. Rather, he was supposed to be alone. Blissfully unaware of the massive mare following him, he felt no sense of worry and allowed himself to do as he pleased. However, as he slowed from the quick dart along the tree tops, he started to raise higher from the trees, only to be interrupted by a mountain of a bronze woman bursting in front of him from the trees. His amethyst eyes tore open wide, first in surprise, but second in concern. He threw his wings back and beat vigorously on the air with both pair as he came to a quick halt so as to not fly head first into her. The sudden change in moment forced all the hair entangling his mane to thrust forward, engulfing his head before dropping back to the sides.

Emerging from his own darkness, Lirr got a good look at the she who shared flight with him. Thin, delicate swirls and designs adorned her warm colored pelt much in the same way the gold did him his mother's own pelt, but this mare was intimidating in a completely different way. Taught muscles beneath her hide that was decorated in scars just as much. His heart pounded loudly in his chest at the sight of her, not too different from when he'd been frightened by a dark stallion named Caelian and those wings of shadow. The words she spoke to him were almost humorous in the way a murder would joke about his victim. "Enjoying the view?" He was until she practically gave him a heart attack!

His gold encrusted ears flited back, nearly disappearing into his thick mane of ebony curls. A heavy huff from the startle and his own intense decent down left him slightly winded, trying to settle both his breathing and his heart. His gaze turned upward to meet hers, noticing a newer looking wound across her eye and his heart sank once more. Perhaps her question was more a threat and he was about to be in a world of hurt. Though the potential scars that would damage his pristine hide worried him more than the actual pain. "Yes-" He was a bit surprised at his voice cracking as the nervous wound tighter on his vocal cords. Clearing his throat, he continued again, keeping his gaze fixed on that new scar. "It's uh, it's very beautiful up here." He began to wonder if perhaps this was her favorite spot to fly and he was invading. Or heavens forbid, he'd just waltzed into a second herd. "Do you fly here a lot? Haven't seen too many with wings yet, let alone any actually flying in this cold." He admitted to her, hoping that if he was friendly that she'd consider not knocking him out of the sky.


Antiope
Tag: @[Lirr]

#4
Her sneak attack - if one could even call it an attack, more like a surprise she supposed - took the poor boy by surprise. A quiet chortle escaped Antiope, both amused by the smaller stallion's surprise and feeling slightly guilty for such a rude entrance. It had just been so long since another had taken to the skies that she couldn't resist. There was an odd camaraderie among those with wings. While she normally enjoyed her solitary flights, Antiope would be remiss to say she didn't miss having a companion to fly with as well. There was a sore lack of other winged equines in her house currently; and of the few that were there, they certainly did seem to take to the sky often.

Pity. They were wasting such glorious opportunities to see the valley from such a spectacular angle.

His surprise granted Antiope the chance to get a quick, but a closer look at him. He's small, much more refined in build than herself and better adapted to life in the sky. Dark as the night and decorated in gold, he certainly looks decadent, yet that's not what holds Antiope's main focus. Her crimson gaze zeros in on his wings now that she was close enough to get a better look, her curiosity almost winning out over her manners. It's momentarily forgotten when his voice reaches her ears  - "Yes-" - jolting Antiope to the present. Her lips twist, feeling slightly sheepish for her prank upon realizing how much she had rattled the kid. Oops. The gilt pegasus cringed slightly, realizing that perhaps her humor wasn't delivered in the best way.

Antiope's gaze is torn away from Lirr, scanning the wide open view that they had of Ambrosius, and the rest of the valley by proxy, with a wry grin. The sight always brought a warm feeling to her normally hollow chest. "Aye, I do," she rumbled in agreement, the pride she felt to have leadership over such a spectacular view warming her rough voice. Her gaze cut back to Lirr, surprised by his words. Had he not heard of the calamity? He must have missed it, but it wasn't hard to miss the scars the avalanches had left behind. "I imagine they're still sleeping in whatever hiding holes they barricaded themselves in. This has been the first time the weather has broken long enough to grant such lovely weather. We've been battling endless snowstorms and avalanches all winter," she continued, pausing for a beat as she scrutinized the young stallion. Maybe he was new to the valley and had missed it all. "But where are my manners? Welcome to the skies of Ambrosius. My name is Antiope, the sovereign of this spectacular sight."

tagged: Lirr
notes: ugh so sorry for the wait!!!
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Tag: @[Antiope]

#5
Those gold tipped ears of his pulled forward from the curls that had ensnared them. He watched as she looked him over in idle curiosity. Surely he didn't look too strange compared to others who wandered this land. Though, maybe that's what made him look weird was his lack of strange horns, spikes, and other such oddities. Or perhaps he did have such an oddity in this giant woman's eyes. He'd never really thought much of his 4 wings. It is merely just how he was meant to be as far as he knew, just as she was meant to be of such a great size, or Andante was to have such large horns. Becoming less rattled by her scare and more embarrassed at his skiddish behavior, he turned his gaze from her, letting it follow the valley's edges. His attention still remained on her, knowing full well how unpredictable strangers are, not that he things she would hurt him, but who knows? However, her returned his sheepish gaze back to her when she spoke of the calamity. "Oh, I didn't mean that, I just... You're the first one I've met here in the valley to actually be using their wings though I've only seen you and one other. I was there for the big storm though... Helped in the search parties." He didn't think it was worth mentioning where though and probably saved himself further scrutiny by doing so when she introduced herself.

Another Sovereign, of course it is. Why is he not surprised? There seems to be another one around every corner! Though he had to admit, it was nice to find out BEFORE coming for a visit and find an entire bloody army waiting to throw him off the mountain side. Not that throwing Lirr off a mountain would do them much good with wings. She on the other hand was more forth coming with her title which should hopefully save him the trouble later. He offered her a bit of a cheeky smile, his heart having stopped throbbing from the fright. He may be easy to frighten, but he was still one bounding in confidence. Craning his neck back in a delicate arch, he gave a much less impressive introduction, but with pride as if he too were a king. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Lirr, an exotic dancer." After meeting a dragon like mare, her words made him far more proud of his occupation, despite it's reputation. Relaxing a little, he could feel the undesired tension wafting around them in the brisk air and took a shot in the dark.

"Well, seeing as no one else wants to enjoy the sky, I'm for a race. That is if the Queen thinks she can keep up."[/b][/b]



Antiope
Tag: @[Lirr]

#6
The poor kid. Though he wasn't really a kid, yet he was still young enough in her eyes to be one. He couldn't have been more than a year or two into adulthood, making Antiope idly ponder about how she was old enough to possibly be his grandmother.

Gross.

A feeling washed over her as she realized she might have executed her prank a little bit better. It wasn't a feeling of pity, but it certainly wasn't guilt for being the reason behind his sheepish demeanor. It was a strange in between, Antiope supposed. It was enough to make the grizzled pegasus realize she ought to dial back her jests a bit. Antiope hadn't meant to embarrass him that much...maybe she was just rusty. The pegasus inwardly grimaced, knowing that was probably it. She hadn't been much of a prankster since her youth. The need to apologize bubbled on her tongue, but swiftly died as the gold inlaid stallion spoke. Antiope hummed in agreement, her carmine pools darting away from Lirr to scan the sky. He was quite right - she hadn't seen anyone else fly around here much. The only other one had been the young sovereign she had overthrown for her crown, and even then, he didn't linger in the sky long.

Her gaze meandered back to him as they floated in the air, her scarred skull tiling slightly to one side. "Is that so? That is very admirable. Not many would put themselves in danger like that." It was a rare compliment, as Antiope wasn't one to hand kind words out freely. Yet, it was the truth; not many of her own house had lingered long when the avalanches came. They fled to safety, which she didn't blame them for, but a small handful had remained in peril until the last possible second to help herd stragglers to safety. And for one who had no affiliation to a house to put his own neck on the line for strangers...That kind of compassion was something Antiope hadn't seen in quite a long time.

Antiope felt her brows crawl upward in surprise. A dancer? She hadn't come across one of those in...well, best not to say. She'd just give away how old she was. She was also in no place to judge what one did with their lives, after spending so much of her own life killing for others. "A pleasure to meet you, Lirr. I hope you enjoy Ambrosius while you're here. Our borders are open, to an extent; so you should remain unmolested by guards for a time." Her lopsided grin returned, both out of amusement and because she was glad to see Lirr finally losing the skiddish demeanor her prank had caused. It had been so long since she had done anything fun - what was 'fun', anyway? how long had it really been? - that she found herself readily agreeing to such a juvenile competition. "Sovereign," she correctly softly, without malice. She had never cared to be a Queen or a King. She had been an Emperor once, which was probably the only title that had almost fit right. Sovereign was close enough. Titles hardly mattered, anyway.

Antiope was going to smoke the poor kid. Though he might have had a size and build advantage against her, she knew her territory well enough to fly while sleeping. "Me? I think it's you you will need to keep up - I'll even go easy on ya," she teased with a twinkle of delight in her carmine eyes. Suddenly she turned, tucking her wings close to free fall towards the verdant treetops with a bark of laughter. "C'mon kid, keep up!"

Sovereign or not, Antiope would at least admit she never played fair.

tagged: Lirr
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Tag: @[Antiope]

#7
He didn't really understand the need to specify that she was not a queen, but a soverign. It was all the same to him. Merely a title of power. A rose by any other name was just as sharp. To each their own, he supposed. He did however give a soft smile at her welcoming words. To be accepted into the walls of yet another house was a surprise and a gift, not one he was willing to squabble either. Perhaps they were more welcoming to strangers than others in the past, but something in the back of his head told him to be careful nonetheless. Not of her, but of political tensions that may rise in the future. That is one place he didn't want to be, smack dab in the middle of a war because the only person one hates more than an enemy is one who takes no sides. However, his smile cracked into something more, holding in a light chuckle at her remark on the guards.

However, it almost instantly disappeared, replaced with shock as he watched her start the race without him. "Easy my FOOT!" He yelled after her. He didn't even know where they were racing TO. With a finally flap of his wings, his legs moving to tuck in tight to him as he dove after her. His wings pulled close, parted lightly to keep him balanced up right and not in as much if a nose dive. His hind wings spread to their full length in a 'V' shape from his rump. He may not have the weight for gravity to pull him down for speed, but he was small and more aero dynamic.

He could see her and every so slowly, he inched closer, closing the gap, but it wouldn't be enough. As the unfamiliar terrain began to shift and change around him, he wasn't prepared and it began to slow him down. Having to focus more on manuvering, his wings almost catching a part of the mountain that was jutting out. He wasn't going to let her get away that easy though. As they came upon another jut from around the mountain, instead of going around, he noticed the narrow channel through the center. This would either tear into him if he was too big or it would be enough of a short cut to close the gap.

Pulling everything in as close as he could, he pushed all the air out of himself, and for a moment, the world went silent, his heart's thrashing the only sound as it pounded in his ears. For a bright moment, he could feel the cold eminating from the stone brush him as he passed through. He just barely fit and as he came out the other side, his wings sprang open to keep him air born.

A wave of adrenaline filled his body and a new found confidence brimmed to the surface. She was still a a head of him, but he was near neck and neck with her. A cheeky smirk crossed his face as he glanced at her.


Antiope
Tag: @[Lirr]