Welcome to Slidr River Valley, home to the strong, the brave, and the resilient. Challenging the odds surmounting against them, the Houses of equine fight in a power struggle for ultimate control over the Valley. With the Bloodless fading away after the First Great Winter of Three, Fimbulvetr, the Slidr River Valley is in a state of discord as the Houses throw themselves into an arms race for power. From predators to the gods themselves every day ushers in a new obstacle to overcome. Fimbulvetr is a literate intermediate-advanced fantasy horse role-play with a survivalist concept. The environment is designed to work against your characters as they move forward in their journey through the arcana riddled realm of Slidr River Valley. With an immense history and lore, we encourage our members to create locals and "outsiders" alike.

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Summer Year One | The sun is high and it is long, and with it as are the days. Summer has claimed the entirety of the Slidr River Valley and in doing so has cast higher, comportable temperatures throughout the Southern and Central territories. The Western still boasts snow capped mountains, but mud slides are frequent and they are heavy. The North remains green, just warm enough to cultivate and brood the new life there, but the further you tred the lower the temperatures fall, their mountains still ice cladden and snow tipped. The East, the poor souls, is sweltering. At night the temperatures drop to the Valley's daily warmth. Little can be done to add comfort, and each day the Oasis becomes drier and drier...

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Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
8 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
110 crystals
24 posts

Evandr

Perhaps there had been a portion of Evandr's very soul that had wished the newest Ambrosius sovereign had declined his request. That they would have feared the very pronunciation of his name, of his title, or the lands he was affiliated with. But who would have known him? What Ambrosius scum would have recalled a mare they had abandoned almost a decade ago or her unborn child? It had always been a fool's dream that his very presence - the very knowledge of his presence - would cause them to quake. While Saren had been the target of his ultimate grievances, blame also belonged on the shoulders of those that had cast his dam aside like carrion. And that blame would remain with them, a stain on their otherwise pristine and noble lineage.

Whoever this Caelian was, he had apparently prepared to leave nearly as soon as Evandr's invitation had arrived. And likewise, when the obsidian raven came to him within hours time of his original message, the charoite Warden stared into the three eyes of the avian and listened with neutral regard to the sovereign's response. No message was sent in return, no disapproval of the time. Nothing. He'd be there. If Evandr must make the journey straight without pause, he would be there, simply to prove the point of his strength. To prove to this new face that the exiles, while forgotten on the Valley's day-to-day activities, were strong and did not forget about them. There was no hesitation to leave. Announcing to those within his vicinity that engagements awaited him at the Point of No Return, the Herculean stallion bolted into a gallop and set hooves to the miles of sands that separated their volcanic Oasis and the terracotta cliffs apart.

Of all things Evandr reminded himself that being of neutral facade would allow of unbiased judgement. The tone of his message had been pointed. Surely hackles would be on end in both parties. Eyes would watch for flinches, and tension arose. Caelian had instructed that he bring someone with him as a measure for safety, but Evandr disregarded such. It was simply another way to establish his dominance and confidence in the face of this fresh royal. Besides, he had no doubt in his mind that if it came to physically defending himself he would be able to detour two soft Ambrosius members.

Dawn broke when he finally spied the scavenger birds silhouettes lingering in the sky. While the heat did little to bother him on a routine day in the Wastes, sweat clung to his hide and stained the amaranthine further. The portions betwixt his extremities and underbelly were nearly black, or blushed pink where the cream of his piebald had bled through with his perspiration. Still a ways off, he brought himself down from the canter he had forced himself to maintain the last hour or so. While his legs ached and screamed in protest, and his nape wished to hold his head higher no longer, azure eyes bore at the single point that connected the Slidr River Valley and the East, keen to see if the sovereign had already arrived with his company. He saw no one, so allowed himself this moment of reprieve to slow himself. Perhaps the winds that raced along his back and towards the ravine would cool him well enough to not appear haggard and beaten by the sun at his halt. Or did it only prove the point of their homes' ruthless environment? Would it be not only disturbing for the cushioned lives of the Valley dwellers, but a badge of resilience for the Warden? Evandr supposed he wouldn't know.

Not until he could see this new king for himself.


WC: 622
Tagged: Caelian
OOC: Technically Evandr is still approaching at a walk. Feel free to have Caelian arrive before him if you'd like, but Evandr would still be visible from the meeting point. <3





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@[Evandr]


Caelian

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
3 Winter ❅
played by Flurry
745 crystals
34 posts

pour salt into the wound and let it bleed
The journey had begun almost instantly. One day’s time to traverse so far was not much time, but it was all the freckled king needed. He had awaited a response for a short time, before picking himself up and gathering what little he needed, which included himself and a companion for safety. He knew not many resided within the realm’s borders, but he had high hopes in them and their capabilities. He had chosen Ragnor, a half-giant that he wished he would become closer to. The other in his House was a stallion named Archelaus, one he had not met yet. He also wished to become close with this horse, yet for both, he did not lift his hopes too high. He had never had a good relationship with anyone in the time he was alive. Equines simply believed him to be a spawn of a shadow, due to his dark coat, and stayed far away.

This was a new land, however. Caelian had not met Ragnor before, but their paths would converge as the freckled stallion set out to meet Evandr. He began on his way, his hooves gliding over the ground like a ghost floating over the land. His black, wavy hair bounced lightly on his face, flowing around the two purple, spiraling horns protruding from his forehead. They were not completely opaque, but slightly translucent, resembling a purple obsidian rock. His pale, blue eyes were trained on his path in the distance, and his slender, freckled body followed his line of sight. He much resembles an Ahkal Teke, or an Irish Sport Horse. His build is light, slender, and athletic.

As Caelian picks his way over the land, he can slowly sense the warming of the environment around him. His pace had improved, picking up to a light gallop as he races across his territory. Snow capped peaks faded in the distance, and evergreens whipped past his ears. His dark hooves pounded on dead needles, scattering behind the force of his hind legs. These evergreens were not overly thick, but spindly and tall. They towered higher than Caelian’s reach.

A river from Fell cut through these woods, and the freckled stallion had to cross it to find his way to the edge of Ambrosius Holdings. His breath quickened as he swam, his pelt becoming thoroughly soaked and he tread above water. One of his few fears was of drowning, and he did not enjoy the journey, but he had no trouble swimming. At times, water would splash over his head, but it was not long before he crawled onto the bank on the other side and setting off again. With a now dripping pelt, the wind cut through his skin and caused the air around him to feel much cooler than before. He now began to run, his wet tail flying out behind him and his soggy mane pulling away from his forehead. It was uncomfortable, the way his mane hung across his neck, in front of his ears. However, this way, it would dry faster.

He had become a darker shade of gray, nearly black now as his pelt slowly dried. When he crossed the border of the Ambrosius Holdings and left his territory, he was in a new land. Travelling East, it slowly became hotter. The water was absorbed from his dark coat, and it suddenly felt lighter. With his mane dry, he flipped it back into the wind, before nearing The Point of No Return. Getting close, he slowed his face to a slow canter, before fell down into a trot. Now, he lifted his mane in his telekinetic grasp and placed it back where it usually remained.

Caelian trained his pale eyes forward, walking up and over the rolling land. Mist issued its way over his form, causing condensation to gather light on his coat. He was thoroughly tired of being wet, but it was something he would have to deal with. It rested on his mane and tail, and if light hit it correctly, it would probably sparkle.

Looking through the fog, pale eyes landed on a large, moving form in the distance. Emerging from the thick mist and into a lighter fog, Caelian picked his way closer to the Warden of the Wastes. They met at a peak, and Caelian dipped his head ever-so-slightly and respectively in greeting. His soft eyes sparkled, but no expression rested on his face. He was not tense, but ready for anything. His goal in this meeting was to make a good impression on this equine, and to hold good or neutral ties with the Exiles. He had no intentions of becoming bad acquaintances or even enemies. It was heavy on his thoughts, the burden that it was up to him to find a neutral standing with the Exiles.
970 WORDS ― wth is caelian doing in this post

Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts

ragnor snow
"you know nothing"

When the sovereign asked something of you, Ragnor knew not to ignore it. When the onyx male had approached him Ragnor had only just been returning to Fjalltindr. Word had traveled down the mountain that a new king had risen and dethroned - officially - the missing Queen Fredrekke. of course, Ragnor's first response was sour. With the intellect of nothing more than a toddler, the beast grew a distaste for the queen that had, essentially, adopted him. He'd dedicated his servitude to her, and the people of Ambrosius by extension, and she had left him without a single word or explanation. Sorrow had gripped him during the time, but now? It was callousing over. The pain of her abandonment was a dull ache that he felt in his heart. If she returned? It was likely exile. At least, that's how the historians told it. But Caelian as he introduced himself to Ragnor, was the Sovereign now.

And he needed Ragnor's assistance.

There was hesitation in the man-child when obsidian horned had initiated the query. It was seen in the wide, doe-like eyes of sage that peered back at him, and the slack of Ragnor's jaw. But, the answer was brought with a deliberate nod of his roman-nosed visage, and the half-giant met Caelian's stride in their journey from the North. Cold liked to linger there a bit longer, but the snow had all but melted entirely. The grounds of their holds were moist and supple, baby greens growing through the layer of decay from the summer before. Trees already budded their fresh, verdant buds and prepared to fan leaves. It was a time for transformation, Ragnor thought, both for the realm and Ambrosius itself.

It took several hours, but their progress started to show for itself. After the Redwood the terra below seemed to mirror the color of those fabled trees' bark. The mountains faded from their purple silhouettes in the distance and blended into a deep burnt sepia. Their snow caps faded, disappearing almost entirely. Rockier the terrain grew, and treacherous the footing as the steady incline of the continent had them scaling the ravine. Ragnor never passed Caelian, but followed behind like a loyal pup. His cream audits swiveled and his chartreuse eyes scanned just as they had when he accompanied Queen Fredrekke through the mountain passes and the central territories. She had always told him that they never knew when an enemy lurked in the shadows, and as her bodyguard he should always be alert to their surroundings.

It was difficult, though, swallowing up the entirety of the East. Ragnor had never seen it but from a distance. The steady change of the landscape since the Redwood's Last Stand had been mesmerizing to watch, but it was nothing compared to cresting the final portion of Hoettr Staircase. A gasp fell from his loose lips as he ambled to a halt behind Caelian. A horizon so... empty, burnt, and vast met them beyond the mist of the rapids below. Rumors mountains scaled on the opposite side were unconfirmed because it was far too large of a distance. His stomach dropped, and for the first time Ragnor fully considered the life the exiles had lived, and oh... how he wished Fredrekke would never know it.

His awe-struck gaze fell to Caelian as he fixated himself, adjusting the lay of his forelock, before sweeping back to the sands. In his wonder, he had missed the figure approaching. And oh... His gut twisted. Though Ragnor won in height, and still his strength, the stallion that approached them was layered with scars across his charoite pelt. Spines not unlike a drake's protruded from his dorsal, knotted at their bases. There would have been no mistaking him. It was the Warden. And, Ragnor thought, if this wasn't, he didn't want to meet the man. But at the site of the massive beast that steadily approached them, soaked in sweat, Ragnor knew that this was why Caelian needed another House member with him.

Ragnor took a step back as the Warden crossed the natural stone bridge and stood before them, tall, commanding, and intimidating, but it was not fear that stepped him back but an instinctive desire to give those higher than him space. Though he watched himself, he didn't want to be too far away if trouble arose...

WC: 729 | Tagged: Caelian
OOC: ragnor will be silent from here on out, observing and protecting. I'll let you know if I want to post him between Evandr and Caelian, Flur <3

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@[Ragnor]


Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
8 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
110 crystals
24 posts

Evandr

He had asked, and they had answered. Only several hundred feet separated himself at the Point. The rocky, creeping incline had the muscles in his hinds screaming with protest and flaring white hot. But he persevered, as he always did. Swaying in stride he pulled himself to the mist covered rock formation that served as a bridge from the Slidr River Valley to the Vetr Wasteland. Evandr couldn't recall the last time he'd seen sovereign here... They'd been dormant. Quiet. More so than he appreciated. He wondered just what was happening in their game of thrones. In his mind's eye he laughed at himself. Did it even matter what they did?

Round hooves shrouded entirely in dirtied feather planted themselves into the stone before the Ambrosius who had come with them. Through the jet forelock that stuck to his forehead Evandr's azure eyes flit between them. A smirk rose on his lips as his pointed gaze fell upon the half-giant. They were all brawn and no brain. Perfect, mindless bodyguards for events like these were trust was lacking between the two parties. And, of course... the lithe, youthful figure before him shrouded in black but poised with import had to be the sovereign. It was clear why the brute behind him had been chosen.

This new sovereign wasn't far from the last. They were both monochromatic hues of ichor, speckled or marked with varying shades. While the previous queen had been cracked with plates of color, this male before him was speckled and dusted. Both had been built for agility rather than for brute strength, obvious by the sleekness of their conformation. If it would have been a race to determine their superiority, Evandr couldn't best them. The Warden did, of course, note the two ametrine horns that arched from the Sovereign's visage. They reflected the harsh dawn sun, and the light was ever-so-slightly visible in a halo at the edges. They reminded Evandr of precious gemstones, and the irony a king adorned them was not lost to the piebald exile.

"Though it is unnecessary," Evandr began, and he saw the twitch in the half-giant's eye at the gravel in his throat from being coated and dried by the sands, "I am Evandr. Judge, jury, and Warden.." An intense gaze studied them, gauging their reactions, summing them up as much as they were doing. Lifting his muzzle in exaggeration of his investigation, he sniffed Caelian's scent and expelled a single, exasperated snort. "You're an outsider, aren't you?" His allegation, like his introduction, was also unnecessary. While the Valley rested upon him, it had yet to mix with the lavender and moss of his cologne, and was a telltale sign of roads traveled. Again his gaze flicked to the half-giant, but he elected to choose and ignore him. He wasn't the one he'd called upon.

Evandr's eyes dropped to Caelian's hooves, trailing up his body again in another assessment. He stood nearly a foot taller than him, but that beast of a thing behind the sovereign reigned over both of them. While Evandr could lean on his wit and cunning to best the half-giant, he feared the brawn may outweigh him. "So tell me," he started, taking control of the conversation, "What kind of king are you?" His eyes opened upon the query, piercing those sapphires through Caelian as if blades striking for the soul. One way or another, Evandr would get the information he desired.


WC: 581
Tagged: Caelian
OOC: Let the games begin c:<





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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Evandr]


Caelian

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
3 Winter ❅
played by Flurry
745 crystals
34 posts

pour salt into the wound and let it bleed
A breeze blew gently across the hills, scattering the mist and ruffling the mane atop Caelian’s forehead. Ragnor, the stallion he had come with, gave way for the sovereign and the warden, and Caelian met his eye quickly with a note of appreciation. He did not like being treated as something higher. He felt as if any common was just as high as him, for he was simply a horse, just like them. Any one of them could be the next queen or king, there was nothing dividing them other than a title. Simply words.

The Warden before him stood high, but Ragnor dwarfed him by a bit. Still, Caelian stood shorter than all, smallest of the party at 17hh. Though he was not a small height, he seemed it when standing next to these giants. He took in all of the Warden, just as Evandr was doing to him, starting with his giant dinnerplate hooves and up his dusted, feathered legs. Scars ran sidelong all across his dark amaranthine coat, sharp against the white. Decorating his shoulders, neck and backside were numerous ragged edges that reminded Caelian of sharp stones out of the desert. The thick, black and wavy mane that hung across his neck was wild, and the freckled man couldn’t help but wonder what glories and losses the other had seen.

Though it was unnecessary, the Warden introduced himself, his message jagged and to the point. He held a sense of superiority about himself; Caelian gleaned from his body language that he had been in power for a while and had grown used to others gravelling at his feet. As a return response after his first question, Caelian spoke to fill the silence. ”I am Caelian, Sovereign of Ambrosius,” he paused for a moment, a small smile cracking his features. ”However, you already knew this. And, indeed, I was not born within the Valley.” If not for the statement, his scent, soft accent and smooth voice would have given him away.

Caelian held a lightheartedness to him that Evandr did not express, and at the Warden’s next piercing question, Caelian raised his nonexistent eyebrows slightly. His pale eyes rested gently on the sapphire ones boring into his soul. As if they were having a stare down, they looked onward at each other. ”I do not know,” he said plainly, the small smile still remaining. ”You’ll have to discover that for yourself.” Meaning no disrespect in his sentence, he only spoke the truth. He had not reigned long enough to know what kind of king he was, or would turn out to be. He’d like to think he would be a fair and just king, a forgiving king, a merciful king. He did not have the nature of a monster within him, and could never become evil or insane, if not for something truly horrible. Something would have to push him far over the edge for him to lose his wits, he had a grip too tight. He had needed them close when endlessly ridiculed in Atnion.

It was no doubt the Warden was sizing him up. He looked like the softest stallion ever created, with his thin form, elegant way of things, and even his aroma and speech screamed ‘soft.’ Evadr, on the other hand, had obviously been worn down and built back up again, tougher than he had been before. The muscles rippling through his body was a clear example of this, yet they did not strike fear into the heart of the smallest stallion, for a strange reason. Caelian could hold up his own. If the conversation became aggressive, he had Ragnor for support, and though the freckled one did not enjoy fighting, nor battles, he could duel well. He dearly hoped he would not have to turn to aggressive tactics, however. He did not believe aligning himself with the Exiles was the best idea, or even a good one, but if they could stand on neutral ground together… that was the goal.

He did not know the past of Ambrosius, nor what rulers had ruled before him. He did not know of the rights or wrongs they had committed, but he intended to fix them and set things right the best he could with what small power he held. He made note to ask someone of his House the history of it, and as his smile had dropped off his face, he cleanly met Evandr’s gaze again with an equally small smile as before.
928 WORDS FOR Evandr AND Ragnor ― my morning posts always sound dumb

Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
8 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
110 crystals
24 posts

Evandr

It was difficult to continue his composure. Evandr wanted nothing more than to display to Ambrosius that the wardne was not to be trifled with. That pas transgressions upon his family were not forgotten in time, but rather festered. Every day he knew all of them sat in their hold, bellies fat and their thirsts quenched without remorse for the lives ruined by banishment. While Evandr was not personally exiled, it did not mean that the stain written across his mother's ledger did not carry with him at birth. And here he stood before the new Sovereign, a youth that wore a smile he must have thought was genuine but Evandr only saw as coy. Amaranthine audits flicked back into the mess of the Warden's mane, and a grunt born of exasperated comedy burst from his lips. He would have to see what kind of king this young stallion turned to be, wouldn't he?

"You're right." He began, matter a fact, raising his visage high upon a rigid nape. Their size difference became all too clear with the small gesture, and he hoped it that the passive aggressive nature of his body language wasn't lost on the new king. "I will measure your worth by judgement of those you banish. Every exile you send to wither underneath my care will be a reflection of your rule." A snort billowed through Evandr's chapped nostrils. His pink lips cracked with the smallest mimic of a smirk, azure eyes half-hooded as they ran across Caelian's obsidian hide. Surely the heat was uncomfortable for someone so used to the north. Evandr knew the darkness of his pelt would absorb every ounce of the golden sunlight showering from above. "Those sentences to eternity in the Wastelands always have something to say about the rule of their sovereign, and the ones banished without true cause? They are always the most unbiased." While Evandr spoke facts, the lace of of a threaten couldn't be entirely contained. He almost wished this young king would flounder, cast away those who simply displeased him. Then Evandr's frustration wouldn't solely lie in the name Ambrosius, but upon the new sovereign that led them as well.

His visage tilted then, a single moment spared to eye the half-giant that shifted behind the freckled stud, before glowering back towards Caelian. Evandr too shifted on his hooves, scrapping the herculean daggers across the sandstone before pounding them down again to adjust the distribution of his weight. There would be no allies between them. No. There were never allies in the Slidr River Valley. Only neutral agreements, wordless agreements. Evandr had half a mind to praise Caelian for even making the trip to meet him. Most wouldn't have given an exile the time. "The Queen before you, she was a heartless, manipulative, bitch if there ever was one." Now the half-giant jolted a step forward, nostrils flared and his chartruese orbs leering daggers. Evandr had touched a nerve. Maintaining eye contact with the young, nameless Ambrosius that was brought to this meeting, Evandr continued, "She banished a mare for the pure reason of a soiled mind. Didn't much like the way she acted, I suppose. Forgetful and sometimes aimless." He'd caught the younger but larger man's attention, despite the displeasure upon his visage. His nape arched slightly, muzzle snaking back to face Caelian. "That mare was sent into the Wastes, and she was also my mother. Banished for a lack of memory by your house." A ripple of a laugh bubbled in Evandr's throat, and he shook his head back and forth, gaze falling. "You're new here. You wouldn't know the unspoken laws of this place." And did he waste the time to educate him?

He thought not. With a snap his visage rose back up to face the obsidian horned king. It was an emotional, albeit short, tale of history. His reactions would tell of his character, tell of things Evandr wanted to know but had no other way of digging it up. Sometimes, you had to play the conversation.


WC: 679
Tagged: Caelian
OOC: Crap, but it's something <3





powerplay excused
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always tag responses.
@[Evandr]


Caelian

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
3 Winter ❅
played by Flurry
745 crystals
34 posts

where they spin lies into fairydust
Caelian’s dark, soft ear flicked when the Warden spoke once more, the hoarse, gravelly voice ringing out over sandy sweeps they stood upon. His first words held the air of one who thought themselves superior, and this was only amplified when the great beast tilted his head up, creating a larger sense of difference between the heights of the two rulers. This next statement was a jagged as the ridges along his body. Every horse he exiles, every soul he sent to the land without life, would reflect upon his character…

He felt like he’d heard it before. He resettled himself, face blank of expression, and listened to what else the man had to say. The snort that then resided from the others nostrils made Caelian’s ears flick again, and blue eyes caught on the parched lips of a smile. They then travelled a short distance up to the eyes of the beast, which were scanning his dark pelt. The unspoken thought was quite clear in his eye, please be miserable. It would amuse me greatly.

A single bead of sweat dripped down the right side of the freckled man’s face, gliding smoothly over dark fur, and dripping off a cut jawline. It fell quickly to the ground and hit the sand quietly, erupting and absorbing into the ground. The words of the Warden droned over the smallest sound it made. He continued with his speech of the horses Caelian would banish to the Wastelands, elaborating on the ones who did not deserve it. While listening, Caelian’s pale eyes flicked to the bluest of heavens, not a cloud nor a bird to be seen. It was a desolate place, and beyond was even more so. No, he was not an unjust ruler. His eyes landed back on the giant as the threat of the statement soaked in.

He waited patiently for the man to continue, tension coursing through the air like the blood in Caelian’s veins. His muscles twitched; they were uncomfortable in the heat, but he continued to ignore the unease it brought him. The Warden’s gaze was temporarily interrupted as it flicked to Ragnor, an ally if Caelian ever had one. He was greatly thankful to the half-giant who had given time to accompany him here.

At the next statement, Caelian’s ears swiveled away from the one before him. Out of the corner of his eye, the freckled man could see how this saying affected Ragnor, and part of him wanted to do something to comfort him in some way. Tension rose higher in the air, and the Warden’s gaze was once more directed to Ragnor. At the third thing the giant said, Caelian’s brow furrowed under his mane. This had been a direct insult to his house, his ‘adopted’ family, and it did not go will with his nerves. The sudden laughed that echoed across the land sounded foreign and unwanted, and the next sentence was so degrading that it made everything about twenty times worse.

The wild card had been thrown, now it was Caelian’s turn to play his hand. ”Do not think that I am so ignorant as to not yet know the ways of this land. I may not know them all,” he said, words like daggers, ”but I am not the fool you may take me for.”

He found his gaze travelling temporarily back to Ragnor, before he snapped them back. ”We are not all made the same,” he started, his statement much less sharp compared to the one before. ”I am not my predecessor. Apologising for what she has done to you is most likely the last thing you wish to hear. All I can do now is follow the guidelines I have set out for myself, and may you be pleased with them.”

The wind rolled gently over the peak, ruffling the mane of the three equines present. On Caelian’s part, he felt as if this conversation was over, but he waited for what else the Warden might retort back. He had ended on an even playing level, his expression blank and his tone calm. One last time, his gaze meandered over to where Ragnor stood, before meeting Evandr’s once again.
876 WORDS FOR Evandr ― nurt nurt

Evandr

The Warden
Spiritborne
Stallion
20hh
8 Summer ☀︎
played by Soupi
110 crystals
24 posts

Evandr

There were times where leaders could be locked into conversation for hours. They'd negotiate and build alliances over the dying light while their kingsmen lingered nearby in wait to protect them if needed. Those discussions rarely found natural endings. One party would relent upon the other and cave beneath a request they would have otherwise refused if it were for fatigue, and a little bit of exasperation. Other times, meetings seemed to close themselves. Whether it was a tragic turn of disposition or a set of interlocked horns unyielding and unrelenting, at times it was best to know when to leave the metaphorical table and step away.

Evandr's cerulean eyes fell behind their dark amaranthine hoods and in that moment of darkness as Caelian's stoic and resolute expression etched itself into his lids he knew that their time was all but over. When he opened them he released a bit of air he'd unconsciously held captive in his lungs, watching the obsidian horned sovereign as he failed to waver. A single bead of sweat slipped from beneath his forelock, running down his jowl line before dripping off, sun catching it like a coveted crystal. Damp collected beneath Evandr's pits, and twixt the soft flesh just under his thick jowls as well. But his own sweat held off, hardened and acclimated to the intensity of the East's sun. Evandr listened without protest, but the slightest pinch of his brow, as the onyx youth spat at him. Obviously, Caelian had read Evandr's tone clearly. There were no mixed messages between them.

As if disinterested in the youth's defiance, Evandr's azure gaze flicked momentarily back to the impotent half-giant behind him. The only good thing about them was their infertility, he momentarily mused, so that Ambrosius could not brood an army of them. A drawn breath expanded Evandr's robust rib cage, his muzzle dropping but his gaze falling to fall as it flicked back to Caelian. He let it out in a puff of air, one that bobbed his visage just so, and a crooked grin pricked one side of his lips. "Time will tell then, Caelian of Ambrosius." Their negotiations had come to a close. Alliances weren't bid, nor were the scars left from the Golden House mended. Evandr supposed he shouldn't have expected anything less, even from a new comer who hadn't even seen his first Slidr River Valley frost yet.

Without warning, Evandr's muzzle started an arching path that inevitably brought the rest of his form along behind, turning his back to them slowly. He was not afraid of retaliation. It would have been foolish of them. The sun danced along the ridges of his spines, and the Warden could feel them sucking in the heat and absorbing it along his dorsal. Several strides carried him back across the natural bridge, and it would have been a lie if he denied feeling at east once his hooves were firmly upon Helgrind's sandstone and grains. But Evandr paused. Again his nape arched around, but his body did not follow, and he glanced back to the sovereign and his pastel bodyguard. "I'll pray to the Gods we don't meet again, sovereign." Head sweeping back round with the sway of his navy threads, Evandr's course lurched forward with deliberate and domineering strides. The sun was still on high but he would not see the Oasis until the early morn if he did not stop. But return he would, with as much speed as he could physically muster, for the exiles should know of today's proceedings. It was their right.


WC: 579
Tagged: Caelian
OOC: I think we're done here c:





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