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Björn & Lirr

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#1

bones



Flame Feiring! A time to toss aside house banners and enjoy in merriment. It was a freeing feeling for the Sovereign of Vromme to be nothing more than a simple man for a few hours. Though it was not as if he was too fussed about his title normally. The misfit king had few rules when it came to his leadership and as long as they were followed appropriately he was generally calm. Though this night was to be an exciting venture for him. The skeletal beast halted his movement and curved his neck back at an awkward angle, finding the heavily furred leg in his sights. He had accidentally become stuck in the ice earlier and forced to leave his left front leg there at the knee. A few soldiers of Vromme had found him dragging himself along on three legs, offering to go free his limb from it's predicament. With nothing to wear for the party, Bones had found a only slightly decomposed corpse on his way and took it upon himself to liberate a leg for himself. He walked slightly crooked due to the change in height and weight but otherwise seemed unbothered by the change.

Walking quietly next to him was another. She was surely beautiful in life, though the creature was now partially decomposed and missing an eye. Her mane and tail were matted into near dreads and each step she took was evident by the creak of bones. "Darling, darling," he cooed, waggling his jaw as the pyre came into view. "We shall not forget this night," he turned away, practically leaping forward into a sweeping trot that brought his knees up past where they should have been able. "Come now, they won't bite."

The minion dutifully responded, picking up her own pace to match the misfit king's. Bones immediately joined the fray, golden orb glistening as he peered around. "Bright, so brighhhht." He mused aloud, orb focused intently on the massive blazing pyre. The sound of music and dancing echoed around him despite his lack of ears and he could barely contain his excitement. "Alight, alight. My heart it ignites!" Oblivious to his lack of a heart, Bones turned to the minion who had halted on the ice. "If you would dance with me, it would bring me great delight." He gave a sharp and rather awkward bow to the minion whose glazed eye stared forward. Rather than waiting for a response that would never come, Bones began to prance around her in a circle singing and clattering about.

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

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

LaLaurie wasn't the typical mare. When others flocked out of fascination for gossip or desire to acquire something, she merely followed to ensure she didn't fail herself. So when the orange light of a distant, deep burn rose on the horizon she found herself at first unable to follow. Her chest tightened and her legs locked into place, and a fear so intense drove it's honed edges into her very soul. Behind the veil of her lids flashes of Riftmarch played; a burning, black hole on the shore of the seas that had once been her home. Despite her stand still her breath rose and fell, sharpening until she considered fear alone may claim her. But geometric motes of black appeared before her, snapping into reality without trail or mark, and stood before her in a vague silhouette of the husband who had died on those docks. At first she didn't see him - she did, but her hazel eyes bore uninterrupted stares through him. His mouth moved but no words fell and still the drowning sensation of complete and unbridled fear dug itself deeper into her.

Silently exploding into a vast web of blackness, LaLaurie was stricken from her attack by the sheer gaping size of Jakob's spirit before her, before it snapped so quickly back into his previous shape she missed it with the blink of her eyes. Finally she saw him, saw him staring at her, and she needn't the definition of his face to understand his concern. Others filtered through the fields around them, cantering and gallivanting through the snow towards the orange glow, two words on their lips - "Flame Feiring!" She watched them as she took two absent steps closer to her beloved where she sought a security from his touch that she could not feel. Finally her breaths were tapering, drawing back from the climactic height of her anxiety and back into the confines of her stoic, defeated nature. Down she cast her hazel eyes, find Jakob's muzzle to her cheek and motes shivering with a low, strangled hum she knew he worked hard to do. The spirits were never still; every changing, ever moving, ever flowing. Softly she closed her eyes, recalling back to the many memories where she had felt the warmth of his lips on her jowls and cheeks, and the thickness of his natural musk. When she opened her eyes, fruitlessly having leaned into him, Jakob's ambiguous shape of black particles hovered in the immediate atmos before her.

She stared at him a moment, melancholy and grief rekindled, before she looked back to the gentle orange glow through the trees. Jakob swirled around her, an eerily silent but very real entity, before slowly floating in the direction of this "Flame Feiring". There was no immediate follow, for another strangled fear bubbled in her chest, but finally LaLaurie relented. Apricot hooves rose high above the melting snows and fell behind Jakob as she had so many times before in glades far away and burnt now.

What met them was so wildly far from their expectations she paused at the lake bed in awe. Great fires rose into the clear twilight night, spurting out embers that weightlessly danced to the deep drum beats and sang words (with not a single word she understood). She eyed the circling locals who strummed and leaped in such perfect unison and realized that whatever this... celebration was, it wasn't one of those pop-up events. This Flame Feiring was something far bigger. With Jakob's invisible-to-others image urging her forward, the Stranding woman inched through the collecting crowds. She eyed guards from Vromme, others with different banners she hadn't the knowledge to identify, and others still who seemed content to not declare their homage. But she ignored them all, winding and weaving her way through smaller fires where strangers milled and chattered, until finally interest and curiosity struck her. She halted before Jakob did - indeed, he had to return to her for he'd explored out of her visual circumference. That strange and twisted creature that called itself kin was dancing - awkwardly at that - around a clearly decomposing mare. The once harlot blinked several times, completely enthralled in what the creature thought was dance, as well as the fact he no longer seemed entirely constructed out of bones. The mare? She didn't even want to know.

But the dancing... it was atrocious.

Compelled simply to better the appearance of Vromme - for were they not all family, as Bones said? - she approached with Jakob's hovering, ghostly aura of particles trailing behind her in the obsidian threads of her tail. "Your dancing is... strange," she commented with a voice to match the ice below their hooves, only remembering to tack, "My lord", after remembering that some valued manners. She came to the very edge of his erratic circle, eyeing the deadpan, glazed face of the undead mare before back to the rattling and clattering sovereign. Inwardly, she was already growling at herself, but unable to contain her own influence she offered, "Do you want me to teach you?"


TAGGED: Bones
WC: 853
MUSE: 5/5
OOC: whOOOPS


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powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[LaLaurie]

#3

bones



The music reverberated all around. The revelers dancing in glee for another year. He could feel the pulsing happiness in his bones that shivered in anticipation of what the new year would bring. The same could not be said for his minion who continued to stand stock still and nigh motionless. The glazed over look in the creature's eyes did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of her master however who continued to leap and bound around in circles, drawing his legs up toward his 'body' at unnatural and slightly disturbing angles. The way the shadows flickered across his skeletal face from his own glowing orb and the massive pyre gave the illusion of a bright smile. Though upon LaLaurie's approach the sovereign did halt his movement, the sparse hairs at the base of his tailbone taking a few extra moments to cease streaming through the air at his abrupt stop.

"Straaange?" He question, his head tilting to the side and casting the shadows in now different directions. The minion seemed undisturbed, a rattling of her bones that sounded almost like a sigh. "In this dance we do exchange--," he paused, righting his cranium. "Love and laughter, a hope for change." He stepped closer, though not close enough to intrude upon her personal space but enough that he could hear her better over the excited talking of the other festival goers. Despite his lack of actual ears it was better not to question the skeleton's ability to hear and chalk it up to whatever magic kept him going.

"Teach me?" It would seem questions were on his tongue tonight, the glowing orb remaining steadfast with not much as a single flicker as it focused solely upon her. The minion seemingly forgotten behind him. "It would be in bad taste..." he murmured beneath his breath before turning to look at the revived mare. "Such a waste...no matter, my darling make haste." He gave her a sharp nod and she turned, slowly ambling off from the ice and disappearing into the shadows. "I should not bear you disgrace," he gave an eager nod and stretched the skin-clad leg in front of him before reaching it up towards his chest. He tucked his own head toward it in his attempt at a bow. Though awkward it was clear he was making an attempt.

"My lady," he returned her own polite greeting with his own, sweeping down into an even deeper bow before lifting his 'gaze' to her own. "Shall we?" His actions were obviously the same he had seen others do before dancing and though exaggerated, he was learning from example. Though true emotions and desire still did not course through his bones, the mass of ossein was learning. Albeit at this own slow pace.

 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]

#4

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

To deny the veil of bewilderment that fell over her as Bones dismissed the undead girl and turned to bow to her would have been nigh impossible. There was a glaze to her eyes, one seen when prey is caught in the heated lights of a predator, or when someone is startled from their inner musings. A slack came over her frame that was usually wound tightly, reminiscent of a coil ready to spring. But the equally undead sovereign bowed, the soft goldenrod glow of his orb casting sharp geometric shapes along the icy footing. As his visage rose expectantly, kind and what some would consider "normal" words upon his lipless maw, LaLaurie dipped her own bare crown in a response. Her slender nape curled, and her lids fell with the lowering of her head, but that was it, all that she would give and more than she in... hell... she didn't even know.

She cleared her throat, taking the last step to draw her closer - but not too close. It was an odd length of space between them for the dance she intended to teach, but the idea of an accidental brush or bump made her heart quicken and throat constrict. No, not because she was afraid of the skeleton turned misfit king. It could have been anyone (well, not anyone) in place of him and the same heat inducing panic would have flared in her chest. So distance she kept, her liquid hazel eyes brimming with that same bemusement but laced with a toxic threat - "no closer", it spoke silently through the chanting and choreographed beat of the drums. "It is easier if you count-" she murmured to him, not entirely convinced he would hear but unable to raise her volume - or perhaps unwilling? The first of her fore hooves rose from the floor, arched in a circle towards the right, and set itself back down with a practiced fluidity. "One." she counted lowly, gaze down to watch his steps carefully, see if he could mimic, and wordlessly encourage him to do the same.

The hoof left behind rose now, sweeping back towards her hinds in another arching motion, until it came to her cornet where it remained lifted. "Two." she recanted, silken eyes steeling a cursory glance towards Bones, eyeing the closeness of his horns, and feeling the jilted fear bubble back in the portions of her mind she tried so very hard to control. She felt Jakob, not physically, but an intangible sensation that she could decode - he was moving, perhaps interested, perhaps jealous, but attentive to the situation nonetheless. With a shuddering inhale and an all too long of a pause in the procedure, the same hoof that had just move swung back out, planted firmly in the ice and its sister follower, mimicking the earlier movements. "Three." she steeled through the tightness of her throat, glancing back up to her king. "That's only part. See if you can follow."

Again she started, heading left then right, then left then right in the triple pattern, counting the entire time. "One, two, three, one two, three." Eventually her hinds instinctively followed, the long locks of her obsidian tail swaying as she exaggerated the movements with it's behemoth flow. And as she did so, the fear, the trepidation, began to subside. The coals could not keep the embers lit any longer, and she found the repetition of words and movement therapeutic. While the traditional, quite simple, and swaying dance typically performed to far more beautiful, delicate arias than the resonating percussions of this event, it somehow found an underlying rhythm and worked just the same. It soothed her, but dangerously so. She remembered old halls and gardens of a world left behind, with parties by candlelight and fantastical dress. Of Jakob and her twirling through the grounds with smiles on their faces, and of sweet delicacies only the finest imports could craft. Swallowing hard LaLaurie looked up, her mind's eye battling with the memories that threatened to fully resurface, to cripple her with a pain she hadn't learned to manage. "Ready for the next step?", a minor crack broke through her gentle tone and she found herself dreading again, praying he would not inquire. So a small smile, half-hearted and cordial, lifted the sharp inky marks of her face in an attempt to salvage her error.


TAGGED: Bones
WC: 730
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: whOOOPS x2


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Tag: @[LaLaurie]

#5

bones



While there was no emotion to read across the ossein face of the Vromme sovereign, it was clear he was watching her intently. Ever so often the orb of gold would flicker with a new intensity, his head tilting ever so slightly at each movement LaLaurie took. His own legs twitched each her own moved, as if her was trying to remember the steps as quickly as she did them. Though he did not move from the spot where his pedal bones were firmly planted. Shadows danced across the ice from the massive pyre like spirits of the dead, and the misfit king paid them no mind whereas normally his mind would have wandered. He used all of his focus, his mouth opening slightly as his bones scraped together.

"One. Two. Three." He repeated with a nod. It seemed simple enough though whether or not it was truly simple was still up in the air. As LaLaurie began to chant, Bones too joined in with his deep graveling voice. "One, two, three, one, two, three." His movements were not nearly as elegant or striking as hers and he shuffled on almost clumsily. The added weight of his borrowed leg was throwing his balance off for the first few steps but he quickly gained a bearing on it. Laughter bubbled from his agape jaw, rumbling like a storm as the orb brightened. For a single fleeting moment there was a stutter in his step once the foreign noise had escaped him and his entire body stiffened. Though it was soon forgotten as he returned to the dance.

It would seem he was not the only one battling a strange feeling and he tilted his head inquisitively. The question lingered on his non-existent tongue, but instead he remained quiet for a time. Though not entirely adept at reading a room, he was not as foolish as those gave him credit for-- and so he did not ask. "There is more?" Instead the sovereign eagerly asked about the next part of the dance, his lower jaw rattling excitedly as it came dangerously close to unhooking itself.  

 LaLaurie  

ooc: my lil baby's first real laugh sob

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]

#6

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

Surprisingly so, he seemed a quick learner. There was a hesitance at first where he did not follow suit but observed studiously before taking the first clacking step. The rattle of his bones distracted LaLaurie, her harks swiveling atop her crown as she tried to tune them out. So up close, so personal, it never occurred to her the kind of noises her sovereign must make. But nights served in that hallowed, debaucherous forest provided her the necessary skills to slowly but surely fold other noises over his own, and without falter they swayed without trifle or pause. Well... until the king sparked with laughter, momentarily pausing himself in what must have been surprised. Sharp hazel eyes watched him, but refused to cease the movement of her hooves. Slowly the light of his crania faded back to the dim, omnipotent glow Vromme had become accustom to, and he snapped back into motion to catch up.

With a delicate shake of her head, one so minute it hardly jostled the gilt necklaces around her nape, LaLaurie continued the sway with her eyes down in quiet examination. Pensively she considered if he'd have trouble trying to mimic this steps at a later date when not burdened with a... fresher limb, but ultimately was drawn away from the criss crossing shadows and both living and dead hooves by a query. Her muzzle did not rise to meet his, but her silken hazelnut vision did, audits slow to flick forward to appear obedient and not stern. "Yes." she confirmed with a single nod of her muzzle, "It is harder though. Best watch first." Without further instruction she took two sweeping steps back, they too fluid and melodic as the tip of her apricot hooves scratched along the ice. There she stood a moment, composing herself, feeling Jakob hover along her hinds as dark motes crawled up her legs and along her spine - he was curious, but content and intrigued. LaLaurie tried to think of a time where she'd been so willing to help someone, so willing to extend an unnecessary aid and thought of none. Perhaps he was as perplexed with her sudden generosity and social desires as she was, just now in the moment. But she swallowed, muzzle twitching as she tried to drown the drown out the self contemplation.

Instead of sinking into the waiting dark, cold waves of melancholy the mare wriggled, loosening the remainder of her joints she hadn't used in such a way in nearly a year. She took a moment to find the underlying cadence in the drum's booming symphony before beginning again. Like fabric in the wind she stepped to the right, then the left, then the right, and as she prepared to return the sway she spat a curt, "Watch closely". Among the obsidian threads of her tail her hinds lifted, pivoting her hind around in a ninety degree turn. She stopped there, the seemingly weightless mass of her tail tumbling over itself before falling still. Her skin prickled with remembered sensations, the pull of gravity on her as she spun on dance floors and in streets, and it conjured the smallest sliver of a smile on her lips. "Did you see?" she inquired, ripping herself away from her ensnaring inner thoughts. "Come, we'll do it one at a time, but the end result..."

Again she swayed, until her hinds pricked up, crossing over one another as they took long, reaching sweeps and pulled her inky banner of a tail entirely around, and faced the same direction. The circle was not perfect, she did not end in the same position that she started, and she gestured towards the marks in the snow as an example. "You'll cover more ground. Typically the male leads: it is his job to ensure his lady does not bump, graze, or collide with someone. But, for teaching purposes, I will lead and you will need to follow." She rolled her nape back and pulled her muzzle close to her with a bop, inviting him closer. "Come on, we'll start slow."


TAGGED: Bones
WC: 755
MUSE: 3/5
OOC: ...


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powerplay allowed
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Tag: @[LaLaurie]