Fimbulvetr

Ren

Character OTS

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Björn & Lirr

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Quest simple and clean

#1

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

Vinter's icy grasp had finally softened, until finally releasing with the rise of the Spring sun. The suffocating snow melted, leaving the Southern Realm fertile and swollen with excess. Some complained about the thick of the mud or the unescapable squelch beneath their hooves, but Davaros found some solace in it. He'd always had an affinity for the water. It came and went wherever it pleased, unhindered by the banks of the rivers, lakes, and seas, because it could always fall from the celestial skies above. And Vromme's holds were always pregnant with water. It served a prime example of just how free the element was. His brass hooves were layered with various ecru muds but no one would hear a complaint leaving his stonewash lips.

Surai, for example, was one of those who found the over saturation of the grounds unfavorable. Upon his back she chittered and squeaked, running the length of his carapaces until she gambled balancing upon his swinging hips. The kirin male tossed a smile over his shoulder at the small mink as she back peddled from a near-to slip and scampered back, angrily chittering, to his withers. "Ssssshh, Surai, or you'll scare the birds just as they return." he murmured to her, vocals sweet like amber honey and just as unhurried. The mink bobbed her head, beady black eyes watching him with her small, pink mouth agape, and Davaros could tell she was mulling over the sincerity in which she spoke. Finally she quieted, digging into the verdant threads along his dorsal to lay quietly, if not a little cross.

Long, nimble legs still carried him and for a moment Davaros' eyes fell to one of the various pools that dotted the Groenn Flood Plains and his gait slowed to an inching creep. The sun reflected off of the surface with sharp white highlights, distorting his own mirage as it swept back and forth. There was a strange tug in his chest now that was not like the other sensations he'd ever received while regarding the Vromme waters. While he was no stranger for long admirations of the opaque flow, and spoke to it as he would a friend, very rarely still had it every directly spoken back. Of course it babbled, sang, or roared depending on the natural landscape, but this was different. He would even wager magical. So his dirtied hooves halted and his kirin tail coiled back and forth like a curious cat a his emerald eyes bore into his own warped reflection.



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#2

be swift!



With the vestiges of the harshest season fading into horrific memory, the pools of melted snow glimmer in the sunlit day. They beckon to the residents of every land, winking in the daylight with promises of a playful Spring and numerous creatures emerge from their dens and nooks to take part in welcoming the return of warmth. There is one who captures the attention of the muddied region more than the rest, a man cloaked in vibrant hues and gentle words. The water, in its teasing way, lets the wind caress the surface a bit more under the charcoal man’s watchful eyes; the additional sparkle sure to draw him in. The plan is a joyous success as emerald visionaries peer curiously into the liquid depth and with gleeful motions, the water begins to move.

It laps the edges of its confinement, striking rhythmically against bits of wood, rocks, and weeds to form a song meant only for him. The beat is pure melodic bliss and the clouds part further to shine upon the writhing section of the pool. It calls out to him with each note played, the gentle breeze adding in its own soft accompaniment as droplets of water begin to rise. Perfect and imperfect spheres shine bright in the sun’s rays, twisting and curling amongst themselves in time to nature’s song as they hover above their home. A feeling of delight permeates the very air, the playful acts of the dancing droplets move a bit faster, one two three, one two three. The beat seems to count itself out when the water casts a gentle motion to strike a branch against a rock; it forms the backbone of the song, the bass.

Something is happening! There is but one part missing, a harmonic resonance to draw the individual pieces of music together. Can Davaros figure it out before the water seeks a new soul to share in its mirth?

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#3

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

Was his own eyes deceiving him or was this some sort of waking dream? Surely a dream, for even the way the water lapped upon the fallen branches and shore seemed to create a natural orchestra. One could not ignore the rhythm as it trickled along Vinter's debris, or the way that the water babbled as it moved. Somehow, someway, it was coming together in a cohesive image that even the Native had never witnessed - and was to entranced to ever leave.

As the melodic treble beat resonated in his pricked ears - even Surai peering precariously from her place along his withers - he found himself bobbing his visage with the rhythm. One, two, three, one two three. Every one it would rise, two it would dip again, and three his muzzle bopped lightly in sync with the choral sound. More impressively still? The strange way the water rose. It made his flesh tingle and his nerve endings prickle. They rose, some perfect spheres while others were irregular, but they refracted the light in such a way that he was humbled to witness this spark of magic regardless of its omens. They swirled and danced above the pool, effortlessly swaying and swinging around one another while their sun-kissed surfaces dazzled.

Slowly a hum rose on his stone velvets, following the bob of his head, before a gentle sway rocked the kirin stallion from left to right. His weight would swing one way gently enough that the movement was evident and choreographed, before swinging back the other way with the spinning waltz of the water droplets before him. Wonder, whimsy, and elation brightened his emerald eyes as finally a brass hoof lifted upon one particular swing, dropping down to help accompany the evident bass hiding amongst the organic sounds of this arranged ambience of nature. Still his hum continued in beat, playing with pitch and depth as the water's dance continued. At his hips his kirin tail rose from the wet sod to join in with his increasingly animated sway.

Surai chirped her uncertainty, head rapidly nodding as her front paws bounced along Davaros' glittered jade carapaces. A tinkle of laughter left his maw, accompanied by a wide and toothy smile, before he continued his hum. "Do not fear, girl." he sang to her, his brass hooves growing with their tricks and offering an ineffectual imitation of a waltz - he wasn't a real dancer - as the water and its tools played on.



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#4

be swift!



The twirling droplets shine brighter the moment their unwitting companion begins to dance and they shift to encircle his muzzle. They do not brush against the skin there, too fragile in their spherical form, but the cool temperature can be felt by the bobbing man. The chittering creature on his form is disregarded by the liquid, the extent of the incorporeal attention devoted to the horned gentleman. A breeze kicks up, a soft caress as it twines with the dangling tresses from his chin, an acceptance of his efforts thus far. But can he keep up? Faster and faster the sparkling dew-like droplets spin, a few sacrificing themselves to the music by brushing against his dark neck and coating him with numerous damp spots.

A quiet hum fills the space between him and the pool. The musical play of nature shudders, a slight pause to admire the sound spilling from between their partner’s lips. If the prancing water was capable of producing that curvature, the man would find himself staring into the grinning pride of nature’s smile. Alas, the water cannot perform that task, but it lets its pleasure be known by other means. The tapping of stick to stone collides with the murmur of twitching reeds and the steady flutter of shifting water in a balanced display. Those imperfect spheres begin to morph, a few shivering in the air before the jagged edges smooth into a mirror of their flawless counterparts. The quivering, spiraling droplets that remain rudimentary seem to watch the scaled man in growing anticipation. They long to be shaped and molded to match the shining forms playing alongside them.


Something is happening!The water, though quite playful and pleased with his performance, waits eagerly to see if he can aid the struggling forms and bring their dance to a close. Will Davaros be able to help or will nature be forced to find another more capable?

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#5

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

Left, right, center. Left, right, center. Davaros’ hooves traipsed through the sturdy blades of foliage as nature’s orchestra strummed with increased tempo. Spherical orbs of crystalline water rose, radiating with content in with their blinding reflected light, before swinging in dance around him. They bobbed too and fro similar to the heavy fluidity of ball gowns as they garlanded his form. Perhaps the natural spirits were pleased with his brisk cooperation, or maybe he had a hidden knack of a dancer, but either way he felt their chilled breathe upon his stonewash skin and felt alive.

But alas, it seemed that too much merriment was being had. The droplets began to stutter, tripping over their invisible hooves. Icy droplets kissed his skin, staining as if falling tears. Immediately, and surprisingly so, Davaros recalled the Ambrosius ball. While dancers were a team, someone always led and offered support. In those cases, it had been the male. Was he mistaken to consider himself in this moment - as strange and bewitching as it was - that he was the intended alpha? The choreographer? His place slowed not out of apprehension or lack of faith in his own abilities, but to allow the water time to recollect itself - herself, himself, whichever it preferred. And while he could not touch them out of fear these wondrous spheres may fail, Davaros let his dark ecru lids clasp shut. In silent meditation, mayhaps even prayer, he reached out with the serenity of his inner self to support and encourage the orbs. He hoped that his intangible touch may bolster them, provide the necessary aid needed, so that they could see the completion of their dance.

Steps tarried, he kept as on pace with the melodic tune. Surai swept back and forth along his back in an illusion of her own participation when reality spoke simply of her attempt to remain balanced. At least her chittering had ceased. But she was of little concern for the kirin male. His emerald gaze peeked beneath dark lashes, eager to spy his dancing partner, all the while pushing his consciousness outward. It was the thought that count, right?



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#6

be swift!


The water continued to dance, droplets moving in rhythm and shimmering as the light dappled through the clouds. The sounds of nature from all around, dancing and singing along with them. As if pulled by some invisible thread the droplets of water convened together, twirling and pulling in various directions. Like the legs of a dancer they are arced into beautiful lines moving along. A chorus of birds fired up, tweeting and chirping along from a nearby branch of one of the sparse trees. Fish in the water seemed to be dancing as well, light catching their scales and creating a glimmering surface along the water.

As if coming to a natural conclusion, the music of nature began to grow louder with a crescendo. Everything fit together so seamlessly between the foliage, birds, water-- and of course the kirin himself. Perhaps the local animals gathered like the crowd for an orchestra as the performance came to an end. As if in thanks, the water curled in a spiral and twirled it's way around Davaros' legs before moving up around his barrel and zipping down around his long tail. In a moment it disappeared back into the once still pool of water.

The water remained dormant and the whispering wind went quiet too. The fish disappeared back into their caverns as well. And despite the now quiet atmosphere the lingering feeling of the beautiful song would linger. The water would remember their dance and song, he would always be a part of it.

Something is happening! The water thanks Davaros for their dance with a soft touch. It seems Davaros has unlocked his arcana for the first time! Congratulations!

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