Fimbulvetr

Radames

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Andbeth

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Open with innocent cries

#1
DEVIL IN MY BLOOD, LIVING ON THE EDGE
The dancing shadows of the forest had shifted. For a brief moment he believed he could make out the silhouette of Vridel’s bride as the moonlight toyed with her mane. A quick flicker before she was gone once again and he was left staring at a landscape he hadn’t seen so close to the palace before. The field seemed endless as the swirl of fog overcame the horizon. With a furrowed brow Arcann flicked his pale eyes across the illusion that lay before him. Perhaps Vridel’s newest pet was a sorceress. Irritation began to sink in as he stepped through the chilled land. Some part of him was expecting the impact of a tree he could no longer see, but as he continued to walk he found the only sensation to be the soft brush from the plants below.

Even the looming shadow of the palace behind him was no longer present. As Arcann turned to get a better grasp of where he was the only object he could make out was a singular, monolithic tree standing like a great pillar.

Upon his shoulder he could feel Makade shift, perhaps sensing his unease as well. Her talons grasped the base of one of his wings as he felt her lean forward - assessing their surroundings as much as he was. As he turned to offer her a soft, reassuring nudge his eyes caught sight of the black lantern hanging from his side. The flame within flickered pitifully as the magical flame was slowly extinguished.

With narrowed eyes he turned his gaze back to the tree once more. A quiet rumble escaped the bird upon his shoulder and he found himself agreeing with the implication. Forward it was. Whatever game this sorceress was playing he found himself an unwilling pawn. Vridel would not be pleased. He had been promised a quiet maiden, but already she was causing more trouble than she was worth. Sneaking out of the palace alone was an offense that would warrant cruel punishment.

Arcann might have felt some sympathy if she hadn’t brought this upon herself. His steps slowed as he eyed the deep roots carved under this giant monstrosity. Something about this had him feeling tense. “Shall we keep going?” his voice rumbled, already descending down into the caverns below.


ARCANN

Davri
art by owlunai
Tag: @[Arcann]

#2






She did not often find herself walking this direction, back towards the tree, but today it felt right. An inexplicable feeling of rightness caresses slick wings with each step she takes in its direction. Davri strolls through blustering winds with a soft smile on violet lips while impressively tall banks of crystalline snow wink at her in the fading light of dusk. Yes, she could easily make the flight and be there quicker, but the beauty of this harsh winter sings a siren’s tune in her waiting ear. The chill seeping into her bones as she wades through drifts of powdery snow does little to dissuade her course; the dragon girl instead dares nature to do its worst with a toothy grin.

Stretching out two-toned wings, she sweeps them back and forth a few times to loosen the ice longing to form along pale membranes. ”There will be none of that.” She chastises the fluttering flakes of ice as they fall to the ground to be trampled by onyx hooves. Cerulean eyes glance to the distance and rest on the shadowy silhouette of the massive tree she seemingly cannot escape. ”Ah, there you are.” Her voice is muted in the stillness of the coming night, its raspy quality gentled by the soft pitch. The last of the sun’s frozen rays disappear behind the overgrown weed she is oddly fond of and the root system soon becomes all she can see.

There is only one path cleared of debris, as though meant for her, and she passes through the entrance with a tender curvature curling plum lips. Davri sweeps her tail against the doorway into the passage, the alabaster tendrils of hair stroke the tree in subtle affection. She knows numerous others do not care for the great tree, in fact many loathe it, but it brought her nothing but friendship and a chance to reunite with her mother...how can she hate the source of those precious gifts? Her easy gait carries her swiftly through the twisting pathways but her faith in it is steadfast; she does not doubt it will see her safely back.

”What is that sound?” A hushed echo pervades the passageway and the furrow between brows is quickly gone. The distinct ring of hoofbeats, she now recognizes. ”Hello.” She calls into the receding darkness, a pale glow creeps along the wall the closer the stranger comes. Davri steps forward a few paces, curiosity at the glow’s source draws her in like the moth to a flame. Common sense halts her tracks before the other comes into view, her mother did not raise a simpleton afterall, and so she waits semi-patiently for the answer to that teasing light in the pitch black cave.  





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OOC: Arcann SCREAMS

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Mild powerplay permitted within reason!
Tag: @[Davri]

#3
NOWHERE TO RUN FROM THIS, NO WAY TO FORGET
“Hello,” the word sounded about the caverns, making him pause to turn towards the source. He shouldn’t have been alone - he knew that. Somewhere ahead of him was Vridel’s precious possession but that wasn’t her voice. No, this sounded much sweeter than the cackling tones of a would-be sorceress. Everything snapped to attention, tensing at the thought of a stranger within whatever delusion he was trapped within. A trick, a trap, an enemy - his mind grasped onto such ideas as his movement grew cautious. He loathed this strange magic, loathed how it had a hold of him and was drawing him in deeper.

Magic on its own left a sour taste in his mouth. Memories of its vicious sting would forever linger in the back of his mind. There was no telling what this runaway bride was capable of. He hadn’t been informed. A sick joy Vridel often took when it came to his assortment of pets. What magic they held and how tamed they were had always been an uncertainty. If this truly was the doing of a wayward sorceress than he may have been out of his depths. Alarm remained as he finally rounded the corner.

His pale eyes locked almost instantaneously upon the violet mare. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but it certainly wasn’t her. He kept to his silence for a moment, his gaze drifting across her body to assess what he could see. She was winged, with a number of dark horns lining the bridge of her nose. Bright blue eyes, and hair just as pale as his own. Her soft amethyst coloring, however, had his breath catching. It was strange in a way he hadn’t seen before.

His time among The Circle had granted him a variety of sights and allowed him to be familiar with a number of oddly hued individuals within the equine races. He was certain he had seen purple before, but never in a way that had left him almost startled and awed. Arcann would have to be careful to keep his thoughts to himself. If this was some elaborate illusion or some trick to his mind he couldn’t give away his interest. First, he needed to be certain if this was reality or that damn run away.

Despite his caution some part of him was beginning to think that perhaps this was far more real than he was expecting - hoping. The idea that this was magic of an entirely different sort made him uneasy.

He drew his wings in closer to himself as he felt Makade shift uneasily against his shoulder. “Hello,” he answered, lips tugging downwards just slightly.



ARCANN

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Davri
Tag: @[Arcann]