Character OTS


Björn & Lirr

Couple OTS

Open ※ my watch has ended


While the snow never really left the North, it had melted away. Feet and feet of drifts had relented beneath the spring's bright and golden sun, leaving the entire kingdom swelling with fertile soil. The waterfalls that plummeted from the high peaks roared back to life, their icy cages long shed. Skaug had managed to happen upon the right place and the right time when the first mighty crack snapped through the air. The rivers had already overflown and ripped along the threatening teeth of the frozen flows, but finally the mighty structure collapsed beneath what he assumed was a combination of its own weight and from becoming too fragile. He had remained there in Fjalltindr, pensively eyeing the thin creaks and streams that laced the mountain side. While the temperatures had elevated enough to thaw the freeze, dirty snow remained along the outcroppings of the cliffs, struggling to remain. During one fitful night of sleep, where it seemed rest would avoid him for eternity, Skaug committed himself to investigating the watery trails through Ambrosius as he'd little else to occupy his melancholy and dangerously teetering mentality.

Somehow that personal obligation was enough to sooth him to dream, and he did so until early morn when the skies were still salmon and pink with a rising sun. He rose, body restless and his mind's eye unwilling to laze any longer, and set his quadruple wings to the sky. Despite the thickness of his bulky confirmation his massive, encompassing wingspan - and the fact there were four of them - carried him swiftly skyward. His years of experience and skill were demonstrated in his handling of the relentless high mountain zephyrs as they ripped along the edges of the mountain scape as his sweeping ascent was smooth and seemingly unhindered. While his body fought to keep himself erect and aloft, his quartz visionaries fell to the glinting, winking watch of the crystalline rivers below. While within Skaug was determined by curiosity and a bored mind, at a distance the bay pegasus against the white capped peaks was a serene, if not ethereal sight to behold. After the avalanches and calamity of the Vinter months, there was a humble grounding effect to see the equine of Ambrosius rise up once again. If only he had a chance to consider it...

Higher still he rose until he came to the Frior Mountain Range - the higher and majestic peaks of the northern realm. Momentarily he is distracted from his original goals as the great white expanse of summit stretches before him through the alabaster clouds. Somewhere it seems the heavens sing a natural choral, and the awe-inspiring, remote landscape below him silently reminds Skaug of the wonders that life can offer. A guilt rises in him as he stares at their majesty, the cold nip of the thin atmos numbing his lips without concern, as he recalls the various times he had once thought to end himself. But as quickly as the emotions begin to bubble in his chest Skaug adeptly quaffs them, throws them in shackles, and tosses them into the dark recesses of his mind in hopes of burying them. Instead, he descends from the height in which he had climbed, and rides the blustering winds through the summits in steely, unresolved silence.

W C: 550
T A G: Itarille
V O I C E: Jeffery Dean Morgan
M U S E: 2.5/5
O O C: sorry for the wait!
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]



I wish I didn’t know so much
I peeked behind the curtain

In hindsight, this venture was perhaps not of the soundest planning- as the snow puffed softly up her knees with each step, flying up occassionally to land in her eyes or dance on the end of her nose, this fact became increasingly evident. But despite the aches and twinges of tired muscles and the cold bite of mountain air in her panting lungs, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction outweighing all of her discomfort. There was no force which could hold her back save the flagging of her own will, and that, she pushed ever onward.

The incline was steep and difficult, rocky and sharp beneath its soft, insulating blanket. More than once she had bruised the bottom of her hooves on unseen dangers. Yet she could not seem to muster any regret over such injuries; perhaps due to the building excitement in her throat, perhaps because she had lost interest in caring of the tribulations of her body. After all, it was her mind which needed all her attention these days. It seemed at times to curl in on itself, dragging her with it into mindless stupors and unending weeping which sapped her of her strength and forced her into misery. It was this... Wandering, this adventuring, that kept her distracted. Distraction and stolen moments of happiness were all that kept her in one piece.

In Elysium, she had been an avid adventurer. She had traveled all over that beloved land, from snowy peaks not quite so majestic as these, to the stinking bogs that were refuge for all manner of flora and fauna. Even when heavily pregnant, there could be no quelling the urge which bounded within her. She had quite possible put both herself and her foal in danger any number of times, and yet.... Oh, what sights she had seen! Perhaps it was that which had made her son so prone to travel. He had made many friends, garnered much favor throughout the protective biomes of Elysium's many settings. She had done so, once, carrying him with her as she went. Protected, as safe as he had ever been, despite her wanderlust. Was that what took him from her?

Her mind turned sharply away from that last thought, veering back to the faces of those she had met along her movings. Caliban, with his fiery hide and kind eyes- what had become of him? She had heard such dark rumors... Saeba, her dearest friend, met in a landscape of beautiful flowers and the sort of lax comfort which she missed so much. To speak to her again would be such a gift. She was gone, just as so many of those she loved were gone. She refused to dwell on their absence, but rather focused on the joy she had experienced with the many friends she had made, the many places her feet had carried her. Fields of emerald grass, sunlit beaches, ash-coated forests. She missed that place, as one might miss a family keepsake which had long since been lost. It was a home of a kind that lingered in your heart long after it was gone.

And so, she climbed.

Perhaps it did not make complete sense for her to do so, being so dangerously thin, so unstable in every way, and yet, she did. Each step flooded her with happiness, a rush of warm memories that for once lacked their bitter sting. The cold bit like nails, but despair was far, far away. She hummed a bit as she struggled up the incline, an occasional word escaping here and there, like a song whose words one does not fully recall, but still lingers in the back of the mind. Her slit eyes glanced upwards, catching upon a nearly flat outcropping just ahead. If she could have grinned, she would have. She reached it in no less than five minutes, with some time allowed for tripping into a snowdrift- but those little incidents were part of the fun.

Fun. Perhaps things were looking up, after all.

She rested on the platform, turning to gaze on the view which lay below the mountain. Her soul lightened with the bright blaze of the new Spring sun, the snow that had nearly melted from the landscape and hung obstinately from the mountain peaks. The sight was breathtaking, awe inspiring. She would wager that this was how it might feel to fly. letting her eyes drift closed, she let the sunlight wash over her, warm against the smooth bone of her skull, the flake-speckled lines of her shoulders. The knowledge of new life brought a stolen moment of happiness. How long would it last?

OOC | Skaug its not my best but yayy!

Now that magic rush
Feels like a trick that isn’t working

Powerplay encouraged within reasonable limits! <3
Trigger Warning: Keres suffers from severe depression and bouts of dissassociation-
I apologize in advance for any mature themes that may arise!
Tag: @[Keres]


Skaug hadn't much expected company at this height. No... he had exclusively flown to such a climb with perhaps the wayward thought that solitude would meet him. Surely the snowy peaks of the northern mountains weren't an ideal place for travel. Besides? What was beyond them? Massive seraphim wings continued to rise and fall through the air, each quill bending and bowing to the weight of the atmosphere that worked so hard to keep him steady. With the howling range winds in his ear deafening him, the stallion was encouraged by nature's power to seek lower altitudes and begrudgingly he coincided. One last squinted gaze scanned the peaks as they thrusted into alabaster clouds before his four winds simultaneously drew themselves in closer to his side, before angling him into a descending curl.

His leonine tail whipped behind him like coat tails as the robust male soared silently through the atmos. The zephyrs whispered and whistled along his curved horns in a constant reminder of their presence and it was the only company that Skaug elected was necessary. Well, that was until a particularly blustering gale. It seemed sentient in a way, sweeping from beneath him and pulling his right wings up so harshly his flight pattern was kiltered. He rolled over once, twice, before his frantically peddling wings managed to capture the winds again and glided towards the mountain. Heart pumping, he watched as the slate mountainsides came closer and closer, his vision trying to spy a path as quickly as possible. Much as being a creature of land and sky, in the current moment the bullish man wished for steady ground beneath his hooves.

Through the rigged rock he glided, his descent gradual enough it carried him without ordeal to a snowy outcropping. As his wings beat against the current to slow him, the sparkling snow filtered into the sunlight with a twinkle, as if this place were some sort of haven and not disguised to test one's abilities. Skaug watched the flakes as they rode on his currents before being swept away by the breath of the mountain, still spiraling and twinkling as it went. Despite the otherwise peaceful aura of the high mountains, there was a rigidity to Skaug's carriage that spoke of his ire. For a brief moment he was thankful for the quiet of the Frior Mountain Range, of the remoteness it showcased, and how it kept others at bay. It would have been quite embarrassing for someone to witness such a skilled flyer flounder beneath the playful puff of the mountain's lungs. But that was just it... pebbles clacked and tumbled to their plummeting resting place hundreds if not thousands of feet down as someone rounded a corner and came to face him.

Ghostly quartz visionaries darted towards her, the four blinking in almost-unison at her. Sanguine eyes sat nestled in an exposed skull on which sat a gaunt and scarred body. The mare's thread-like hair undulating about her in a way that Skaug briefly considered her a phantom - he wouldn't be surprised - but knew better. He'd seen odder things, stranger things. But... the way her bones peeked beneath her dull coal hide was alarming. How could she have made the climb in a state like that? Rather instantly at the sight of her any idea of broken pride left the stallion. His rather massive wings furled, before resting tightly against his sides. He stood some height above her, exaggerated by the incline of the rocky outcropping. And while her air spoke of mistreatment, of trials, there was a serenity about her that was undeniable. Skaug blinked again. Was she a ghost? "Hello." he offered her, his voice nearly stolen by the wind.

W C: 550
T A G: Keres
V O I C E: Jeffery Dean Morgan
M U S E: 2.75/5
O O C: sorry for the wait!
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Skaug]