Fimbulvetr

Ren

Character OTS

OTS 1
OTS 2

Björn & Lirr

Couple OTS


Open lonely sands

#1


HEX


There had been silence. Too much silence. Hex was, of course, used to the lack of connection with others but this was different. Even the spirits no longer whispered into his ears. They had raised him, made him the horse he was today and yet...nothing. He had always been alone in the physical sense but emotionally he'd had the comforting wisps of color to guide him. However he could not find them, no matter how much he looked. No matter how much he called.

"Natalia!" His screams reached out into the expanse of sand, gurgling slightly as a sob wracked his body. Shuddering with a breath the colt threw himself onto his knees, pressing his limbs into the sand. "N-Natalia," his voice hoarse, barely a whisper that was heard above the whipping winds. "Why have you left me?" The threat of hot tears formed behind his eyes and he tightly squeezed them shut with a shake of his head.

"Did I do something...wrong? Was I...not... good enough?" Alone. So alone. And despite the sun beating down on his clay stained form he felt...cold. He could imagine the cool crystal blue wisp moving softly against the stark orange of the dunes. He could remember her deep and kind voice, a kindly grandmother who had always been a shoulder to figuratively lean on.

With a sigh he flopped down onto his side, sand gluing itself to his sweat soaked pelt. Grumbling softly he moved his legs, creating long divots before he let them rest in straight lines. "Why did you leave me..." he whispered to the wind before falling silent.

Tag: @[Hex]

#2


E V A N D R


nothing is true, everything is permitted


Now burdened with the need to sate a beast larger than himself (and to verify it wasn't on those who did not deserve such a gruesome fate), Evandr frequented the wastelands that surrounded the Oasis. The sandstorms had wrecked havoc upon the natural fortress of their home, ripping fern and palm around the outskirts of its borders but by some stroke of luck the hub within had remained vastly redeemable. Evandr and Zahhak had spent a day after, if not more, helping to erect those palm trees that hadn't quite tipped but threatened to do so. The natural pool of the oasis was littered with debris so the Warden, with the help of others, cleared it of contaminants while Zahhak dug channels to clear out the dirtied water to inspire space to fill from the springs below. All together, their work had been hard and long, and what remained was a battered and bruised version of their home. But it was still their home, and the work couldn't have been accomplished without the wyrm's aid.

So it was time to pardon the beast. The hot spring sun beat upon Evandr's spined, piebald back as he walked the sands. His gait was lazy, haphazard, but remained relatively deliberate when it came to direction. Below the sands he could feel the gentle, siphoning tug of the earth dragon's bond. He was using Evandr's eyes to see, to spy some sort of sustenance that would quench his aching belly, not that the Warden could be described as stealthy. His behemoth silhouette on the wavering dunes silently challenged the harsh environment. His ribs did not rake his sides out of hunger but supple muscle and lean body fat. Alone his size dwarfed the natural fauna that attempted to survive in the desert's unforgiving environment (besides Zahhak and his brood, of course). It was almost as if the Warden's very existence, and the success of the equine exiles in Frekr, was a direct taunt to the Wastes. Try as it might to bury them beneath the sands, they would rise above.

Finally Evandr eyed a group of lizards sunning themselves along a rocky outcropping to the far right, mentally transmitting the image to the horned drake below. A mental rumble echoed Zahhak's pleasure, and finally Evandr broke off from the dragon's submerged descent. And, it seemed, appropriately so. As he took a sharp turn to the left, turning his shoulder and back to the lizards whose death was drawing frighteningly near, his sapphire gaze caught the unmistakeable figure of an equine through the inferior mirages that rode the desert horizons. Instantly the Warden's gait quickened and his head rose high with perked ears. Had someone survived the sandstorm out here? Alone in the scorched sands? As the ground quaked with Zahhak's breach, and rumbled still with the pounding of his claws, Evandr left the drake behind with as he slipped into a canter. Thunderous hooves carried him through the dense, hot air as a yell ripped through the air, calling for a name he did not recognize. Natalia?

Closer he came, and as the youth collapsed to the ground Evandr recognized him as the young boy Hex. They'd never formally met or conversed, but the brave young colt had risked his life to protect the Oasis from Fenrir's spawn and he would forever hold respect in his heart for the him. "Hex!", his thick tone bellowed over the dull clamoring of his hooves. Ungracefully he reined himself to a walk as he came beside the boy, his muzzle lowering instinctively to brush him to stand. "Don't fall now, boy, the sands would eagerly take your if you let them." He drew the side of his facade along the boy's withers, before casting and investigative sweep along the empty sands. "Have you lost someone?"


"Evandr talking" "Zahhak talking"

W C: 638
T A G: Hex
V O I C E: Idris Elba
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: I left it open if Hex had come to the ravine in Frekr during the sandstorm since I didn't know if you had planned on responding to it!

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]

#3


HEX


He was abandoned. Alone. Trapped in his own eternal hell. The sands were hot against his sweat soaked skin and he did nothing to cool himself. He hadn't dragged himself in the direction of the oasis in search of shade and water. No he had continued to lay there like he was already dead, occasionally wheezing as he stifled the sobs that threatened to spill from his dark lips. When Evandr's call sounded across the expanse of the wastes it got nothing more than a small ear flick. Normally he would have been the first to line up to hear the warden's words, albeit while avoiding eye contact, but today he simply...couldn't. He was barely existing as he shut his eyes tightly hoping the world might just vanish into the darkness.

Though it would do no such thing.

He could feel the heat of another and knew Evandr had approached. His skin flinched unconsciously as the warden examined him for injury. Hex's eyes moved beneath closed lids but he did not immediately respond. Slowly he lifted his head as he sat up. The sand clung to the wet parts of his face, whether it was sweat streaks or lines of tears was anyone's guess. "Let them," his voice was barely audible as his gaze shifted, landing on everything except Evandr.

"Lost someone?" His voice was louder but more hoarse this time as he choked back another sob. He turned his gaze in the warden's direction, focusing on a point just to the stallion's right. He had made eye contact with him once, he was not ready to do it again. "We have all lost someone, Warden. Some more than others." He trailed off sadly, tearing his gaze away and focusing on the distant horizon. Had Evandr not arrived, perhaps Hex would have simply ceased to exist in this very spot in the sands. Lazing there until the scavengers came to peck out his eyes. Or perhaps he was being an over dramatic teenager. Though one thing was for sure-- he was devastated.

ooc: gosh such a dramatic teen. don't cut yourself on your edge there hex

Tag: @[Hex]

#4


E V A N D R


nothing is true, everything is permitted


Hex's words hit hard. There was an accepted absolution in the youth that trickled chills along Evandr's spine as he declared them. We've all lost someone. Without conscious effort Evandr's amaranthine ears pin back into the snarled, black mess of his tangled mane and deep crevices of wrinkles creep along his visage. It is unsurprising that creeping silhouettes of his mother dance in his dreambox. Even more still, the emotion that bubbles in his chest at the fond recollections of her frayed self. But, it was not only this lone, old, confused mare that crept along the hazy outskirts of his consciousness, but another as well. An image of Aishe catches him off guard, a phantom mirage in his own mind's eye, and very suddenly the Warden tries to count the days since he'd last seen her. Memories of his dam are swallowed entirely by the fret for the jennet still living, and even Zahhak's interest is piqued. From the distance between them, a portion of his self is extracted from the hunt and willingly probs into the brambles of emotions the youth's words flared within his bonded, and Evandr does little to fight him. Sapphire visionaries shadowed so that their tones match the depths of oceans unseen by their condemned parties, Evandr does his best to shoo away the donkey's image. "She's fine. She survived the storm, it isn't uncommon for her to disappear."

With a small shake of his visage and nape, the hulk of his form shimmying to the point of his shoulders, Evandr realigns himself - physically speaking. Even his massive flints adjust in the sands as if a challenger approached him and he needed the best purchase for collision, but rather than charge an unseen enemy the exile lowers his visage back down to the boy laying crumpled in the sands. "Yes we have," his usually confident, defiant verbiage is shaken, but still holds some bearing and strength. "And it will only continue." Another pause, another flare of emotion, another attempt to stifle an unwarranted fret over a small jennet. "Do you really wish to let yourself be lost to others?" Evandr finds a power to relocate his commanding nature, and the common inflections used to address the masses reasserts itself in his voice. Tepidly he steps around the far smaller stud-colt, and upon reaching the other shoulder the massive brute lowers his mug again.

He presses into the boy's shoulder with his forehead, using his strength to drag it upright. "As your Warden and your warrior-brother I command you to stand." his husky tone solidifies, hardens, becomes the stone of the mountains that bowls their desert in. "Grief is a strong opponent, but I've seen you face stronger."


"Evandr talking" "Zahhak talking"

W C: 455
T A G: Hex
V O I C E: Idris Elba
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: whoops

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]

#5


HEX


Hex shifted slightly as the warden moved around him, though he still refused to meet the other's gaze. Despite all the respect and admiration the young man had for him it could not force away his insecurities and fears so easily. He too thought of his own mother, though his mind could not remember her clearly. She was distorted, blurry, and...and cold. So very cold. Hex could not remember the color of her eyes and he was not sure he wanted to. Had he been able to pull them from the depths of his memories perhaps he would have been haunted by the lifeless glaze. The last thing he remembered of her when he finally left her icy side was taking the curved talons that rested around her neck on an old rope. They were braided unceremoniously into his knotted locks. The one connection to his family. Though she wasn't his family...not really.

She had not raised him.

Not listened to his woes.

Not encouraged him to grow.

Not taught him a thing.

No. That had been the spirits. It was the essence of the long dead that had raised the young child. He had been branded rather early on as weird-- strange. Someone to be avoided. Evandr's muzzle pressed against him and he flinched involuntarily. It was the first physically contact he had ever had. It made his skin crawl but he could not tell if it was a bad feeling or not. He had craved contact for so long but it was foreign and jarring. For a moment he felt his own body moving of it's own accord as he pushed back against Evandr as if he needed the contact before he recoiled back, pulling his legs against his barrel in an effort to disappear.

"Others..." he finally managed to choke out, closing his eyes as a soft breath fell from his cracked lips. "I have lost everyone who held me close." Another tear slid down his already soaked cheek but it would seem Evandr would not give up so easily.  He felt his shoulder drawn upwards and his legs instinctively straightened out to catch him, clumsily like a newborn. It had been hours if not days since Hex had left this spot. His muscles ached from such a simple action and his knees trembled with exertion. "It claws at the back of my mind. Hazy and unfocused. I would fight that creature a thousand more times if I could just make it stop." He breathes out another sigh, followed by a short wheezing cough. He turns his head slowly to look at the warden, though his eyes find a point along the stallion's neck to focus on. "And what of you, warden? Does your grief refuse to release you as well?"

  Evandr  

Tag: @[Hex]

#6


E V A N D R


nothing is true, everything is permitted


As the boy stares through the Warden, Evandr finds himself jarred by the profoundness of his words. A colt his age shouldn't know how to speak with such weight, and yet here the piebald draft stood, awed by the verbiage of a child. A snort exited his sun kissed nostrils and the behemoth shifts again, eyeing the youth with a scrutiny he was sure wasn't welcomed. He couldn't speak to the boys claims. He knew nothing about him, hardly recalled his presence, up until the latest of meetings he held for their people. Unlike so many out in the sands, Hex demonstrated an apprehension in regards to everything. It wasn't a healthy habit to have, especially considering the characteristics in some of their peers.

But the boy hadn't asked for Evandr to prod into him, but rather had stuck the spear into his leader. Grief. It was a topic that he didn't much care for. Of course he felt it - any sane equine did. Those who didn't were the ones he watched closest. To not wallow in some measure of sorrow was to be detached from the very point of life itself. Again two women populate in the foggy corners of his mind, one long dead and another still presumably living (no... not presumably). They were different levels of abandonment, entirely unlike the other in their respective sensations. While one was a numbed wound, long left blank and bleeding in his heart, another was still curable. Finally Evandr's sapphire gaze dropped to the sand, leaving the umber image of the boy and eyeing the sunken trails he'd left in the sand. From afar Zahhak piqued again, and Evandr knew he was drawing nearer below the grit. He'd finished his meal and was ready for something more intriguing.

Without warning the cool gaze of the Warden returned to the boy, softer than before. His hip cocks, releasing the tension spooling in his muscles. "Grief never leaves," he confirmed, tone low and graveled, as if haunted by the ghosts of the women his mind's eye had envisioned. "It is up to you to become stronger. If it wins, you'll fade away to the sands. I've seen it time and time again." It wasn't a lie. Those exiled from cushioned lives, or those burdened with great guilt and shame, had time to time taken to the Wastelands in the night. They'd slunk when they thought no one was looking (cowardly) and never return. Their scents would dead end somewhere in the ever changing dunes and their memories, names, and selves were lost to the gritty sands of time. "Is that what you want? What you truly want? To fade away with no promise that the whatever comes after this life could reunite you with your lost ones?" It was a sound question, at least Evandr thought so. He knew he couldn't take that chance. There were few he'd wager his longevity on, especially without absolute certainty of their reunion elsewhere. "If so, I am honor bound to do as my warrior-brother wishes. I'll leave you here in the sands, but you'd leave someone with the haunted memory of you behind."


"Evandr talking" "Zahhak talking"

W C: 528
T A G: Hex
V O I C E: Idris Elba
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: getting deep up in hur

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]