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Björn & Lirr

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Open | into the nothing ,

#1
i don't wanna change the world,
i just wanna leave it colder.
It had been the damn storm, that is what divided him from his mother.

Amethyst eyes squinted against the swirling wind and debris, he fought to keep himself airborne. "YLVA!" His young, yet deep voice bellowed through the howling. Veins bulged through his taunt skin, every muscle in his body was quivering; Igor was becoming exhausted. A blinding flash of lightning shot from the sky, crashing to the ground near him, which caused him to jolt sideways and off balance. With his limbs and wings attempting to regain himself, another blast of wind surged against him, causing his body to fall to the earth. He had seen his mother be forced down rather hard a few moments prior, he was not allowing himself to go down the same way. Brows furrowed, he concentrated on his movements; leaning his torso toward the ground, he angled his wings to flow with the wind. He was headed for the ground at a rapid pace, but that was what he wanted. Or was it?

With another crack of lightning, followed by a close boom of thunder, Igor felt his front hooves plunge deep into the swampy ground. He slid a few paces before rear limbs landed, wings quickly clung to his sides. The clouds seemed to open further, letting loose a downpour of rain. His onyx hued mane clung to his neck, squinting as he glanced around. "Mother, where the fuck are you?" He spoke, knowing no one could even hear him, if anyone had been there. He couldn't see a damn thing surrounding him, but he could sense he was far, far away from home.

No, he no longer had a home.

Jaw was clenched, his ebony tresses clung to his hide as the wind swirled around one last time before suddenly just... stopping. Everything became silent and still. Very eerily. The young fellow was left drenched, water dripping off every appendage, looking around for his mother and in hopes he'd recognize something. Anything. But nothing was familiar to him.

"Fuck." Was all he could manage to say.
light the fuse and burn it up.
OPEN / coding.
Tag: @[Igor]

Iracebeth Offline

Berg-Risi Commoner

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 4 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Electricity
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 58
  • Crystals: 400
  • Played By: Soupi

#2


Iracebeth Traegur


i ran, ran, ran before the storm

Everything was a whirlwind now. Iracebeth hardly could keep her days straight, leaping and bounding through the Western holds with a gayness to her step that was infectious. Yesterdays didn't matter and less so the anxieties that had plagued her during them. As if a serpent shedding her old skin, Iracebeth had stepped from the confines constricting confusion and doubt and into a confidence and glee so potent sometimes she considered it was all a dream. But it wasn't a dream. It was simply a new day.

Boundless energy had her lithe, athletic appendages carrying her through the lands of Bjarg before finally taking the long stride trot into the Bifrost. Once she'd have looked upon it with trepidation, perhaps even a little bit of fear. But as the darkness swept over her dorsal, relieving her of the bright sun's simmer, she could do nothing but smile. With a shiver static hissed along her silvery tresses, the yellow arcs collected along her crown until they travelled the length of her gilt horns and hummed in a steady current that offered a soft, dewy glow of precious gold. While it wasn't the optimal light source, it offered enough purchase that her confidence continued to propel her forward in a striking, jaunty trot.

Her harks flitted atop her crown of electricity, goldenrod eyes scanning through the root tunnels and their shifting shadows. Again she contemplated the change in her; where she had once been a meek, anxious child lost and disoriented turned to an optimistic and contented young woman who wanted and needed for nothing more. She had the friendship of her dam and the companionship of Andante to warm her heart through any trifling days that threatened to rain upon her sunny demeanor. Her twin nostrils twitched, her gait still gorging up lengths of dark tunnel, as the sweet, damp aroma of rain really did meet her nares. But there was a spark to it, a metallic twinge that spoke of thunderstorms (and who was she not to know a storm). The girl lurched into a lope, following the scent upon the gentle winds that whispered through the Bifrost's elaborate root system.

She passed columns of stones wrapped in umber root, crossed arching bridges of sod that hovered over nothing but darkness, and seemed to circle time and time again before found the source. And when she did, she still wore her blithe on her face. Much in contrast, the young gentleman she'd slid to a stop before was dripping with wet. His inky tresses clung to his hide like ill-intended eels and his downy wings seemed logged to the point of uselessness. "Lookit you!" she chirped, taking two quick, long strides forward but remaining at enough of a distance to seem friendly. A sheen of gold slipped across his pewter pelt as Iracebeth moved and shifted. Her own silver banner flicked, curious. There hadn't been a storm in the Valley? She would have been sopping herself. Again her molten gold gaze swept him from hoof to horn, realizing he had been engulfed in nothing but blackness until she'd come along. "Oh! You haven't got a light. Well... good thing I happened to find you!"



TAGGED: Igor
WC: 535
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: None


coding © soupi
illustration © araxel & the-day-of-shadow @ dA


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

Igor Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 3 Autumn ☁
  • Height: 19hh
  • Arcana: Blood Manipulation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 12
  • Crystals: 10
  • Played By: Boaz

#3
i don't wanna change the world,
i just wanna leave it colder.
Nares were flared, heart was pounding in his chest.

Front limbs strained with exhaustion to hold him up, brows were furrowed. Head shot upward the second he heard a voice - but it wasn't his mother's. It belonged to someone else, but who in the fuck would be here? Audits flung at alert, amethyst optics frantically glanced around, only to rest on a figure directly in front of him a few paces off. Quickly he took in her appearance, her golden stripes is what caught his attention first. But then he began to slowly take in the rest, his breathing evened out with every detail he studied.

Golden hooves that twinkled against the dark soil. The way her hide begins inky, slowly turning a shade lighter as you went up. The almost zebra-like stripes upon her limbs, half-way up her hindquarters. His violet optics continued to move over her, noting each, individual body line, every crease. The gold markings on her neck, nearing her throat. He swallowed. Ebony hued tongue swept over his lips, unknowingly to himself. She bore horns from her skull, golden as her very hooves. Two on each side, not long, but not nubs either. She had a thick line of what seemed to be ivory makeup above her orbs - which were also golden - Thud. The silhouette of a skeleton upon her jaw, stretching out to her maw. The way it moved as she spoke, his wings drooped. Her hair was of ghost white. She reminded him of a stormy cloud, so conflicted yet so astonishingly breath-taking. "No, darling. Look at you." He returned, arching his nape as his muscles bulged with overexertion.

Igor watched patiently, suddenly realizing the the wicked storm had quieted and a moment later, this flawless stranger just so happened to come into his path. Fascinating. He thought, tilting his head an inch to the side. A step closer was taken, then another one. "Oh yes, yes.... good thing you found me." He cooed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his maw. His body began to move forward, approaching her with ease. A wing-beat was given to release whatever liquid was left clinging to them, before tucking them away against his sides. Igor came to a stop just a pace from her, he nodded in hopes she'd realize he meant no harm - at least, most definitely not to her.

He no longer cared to know where he was. Where Ylva was.

Seeing this woman's face opened so many opportunities - he wasn't going to live within his mother's shadow any longer. It was time for him to branch out on his own. He'd make a note to search for her later. "You are so... so, intriguing." He whispered, lilac hued optics beamed at her with delight.

"I'm Igor and it is such a pleasure, Miss...?" He paused, awaiting for her to finish his sentence.
light the fuse and burn it up.
Tag: @[Igor]

Iracebeth Offline

Berg-Risi Commoner

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 4 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Electricity
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 58
  • Crystals: 400
  • Played By: Soupi

#4


Iracebeth Traegur


i ran, ran, ran before the storm

"Lookit you" he had said, and being the still somewhat naive woman she did. Her coal harks, once erect, allowed a singular one to flick back with inquisitiveness as her treasure trove eyes glanced downwards, a sharp and awkward arch of her head allowing her to glance at the round of her pectorals and down to the sparkling hooves now muted with dust. She observed a moment before her gaze flicked back up, slowly followed by the singular audit that had drooped. Okay... she had. But she didn't see anything more interesting than a random stud-colt lost in complete darkness, sopping wet with rain. But in her own self reflection she heard the buzz of the currents lighting her bath, and realized she must look a sight - had he never seen electrical magic before? Must not.

She straightened as he continued and only hardly noticed as he drew nearer. It wasn't until his form seemed to sweep into the space between them, almost too close, that her harks fell back and her brows rose. Um... She took an instinctive step back, more so to offer plenty of polite space and to ensure that the sparks along her horns didn't accidentally arc and well... give the stranger a good sting. But he bid her a cordial nod, one that drew her ears back up from along the tines of her horns and ushered a simper upon her lips. She offered one back, short and stout, before listening as he continued on. Intriguing? Her? She couldn't stifle the small chime of a chickle that left her. "Hardly." she defused, and would have swept a dismissive hand through the air had she one. But the boy seemed mannered, which spoke of an upbringing perhaps less tragedy than her own (but who was she to know?), and she gave another assuring nod. "Igor." she tested, the name strange and unfamiliar, but simple enough. "My name is Iracebeth." her lyrics danced with the smile that played with her skeletal markings.

But the ground beneath her hooves trembled minutely, and her attention was visibly and quickly cast to the plaited roots about them. Seemed her mood could put her into a bit of a predicament... she should have known better than to let her defenses down here. "Oh, feel that?" she inquired, casting her buttery gaze back to Igor. "Come on, we can't stay here. This isn't the best of places to find yourself." She didn't seem to wait - he seemed eager enough to stay close that she was confident he'd follow - and pivoted on her glittering hinds. Loosed like an arrow she shot off at a jog, silvery tresses bouncing along her nape and di-colored banner wagging comically back and forth. Some strides down the tunnel she tarried her step, slowing enough to actually ensure he followed, and bid him another smile. "Guess the weather where you came in wasn't so good, huh?"



TAGGED: Igor
WC: 490
MUSE: 3.5/5
OOC: None


coding © soupi
illustration © araxel & the-day-of-shadow @ dA


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

Igor Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 3 Autumn ☁
  • Height: 19hh
  • Arcana: Blood Manipulation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 12
  • Crystals: 10
  • Played By: Boaz

#5
i don't wanna change the world,
i just wanna leave it colder.
She took a respectful step back as he neared, causing a disapproving twitch of his audits, however brushed the feeling aside. The unfamiliar sound of buzzing made the colt look upward, noticing the small sparks of light coming from her horns. How exhilarating. He could only assume that was electricity, which of course made the boy further fascinated. The inner Igor wanted to tear out her jugular for moving away from him, but it was silenced and shoved deeper. None of that, today at least. He needed to make allies, it was crucial to everything that he wanted. Which was an impressive file all on its own; there was much that Igor desired. This female standing before him, to start. Even though she reeked of another male, he couldn't careless.

Nothing else mattered to him, but himself. Allowing others to think otherwise, however, was his intentions. He knew how to play the innocence card, to be the 'buddy ol' pal' type. Manipulating everyone around him was a specialty of his, but with his young age he still made mistakes. Being self taught, he learned as he went. Ylva had only taught him the bare necessities; nothing that having a father figure would of. She tried her best, Igor knew that.

But he needed more.

He always needed more.

Amethyst optics beamed at her with intent, his focus swept to her maw as she began to speak. Maw twitched as he jerked his skull back a hair at her dismissal of his compliment. "I must insist." His tones were raspy, until he cleared his throat. He could feel a flash of warmth within his visage the moment his name rolled over her tongue; her saying it was nearly enough to get him excited where he stood. If he didn't have hair, you'd see goosebumps along his flesh. Because I assure you, they were there. She gave her name and it intrigued him even further. "Iracebeth... it certainly fits." He observed, a fascinating name for such a fascinating lady.

As he felt something, Igor couldn't tell if it was his own body or was the ground in fact trembling underneath them? A twitch of his audits and Iracebeth's momentary look of panic assured him; it was most definitely underneath them. Optics glanced around, not seeing any immediate danger. He had just been about to question it, but then she spoke. We can't stay here.... well, why the hell not? Oh, the boy had much to learn. And learn he would, all in due time.

Taking another look around, he went to inquire but as he went to open his mouth, he noticed she had already went off. Gaze landed on her moving rump rather than her enchanting face. It was then she bolted into a faster pace, his brows shot upward as he leapt after her. It wasn't long before his limbs were in-tune with her own. He followed suite, keeping back just enough for her hindquarters to remain within sight. Then she slowed and he came up side by side, he slowed as well. Then he realized the smile. Muscles flexed, Igor seemed to prance beside her. A fake laugh burst from his lips at her question, "You mean to tell me, it wasn't here? I'll be damned." He darted his optics to the left, I'm damned anyhow. A side thought, causing him to smirk as he looked back to her. "A wicked storm I tell ya. But 'nough 'bout that, what is the past is the past." He began, thoroughly enjoying this close to her, yet he kept her horns at a safe distance.

"Care to share where a beauty such as yourself is taking me? I'd follow you wherever, Miss Iracebeth." It was true for the moment, Igor hadn't a clue on where the fuck he had crash landed. Wherever she came from or was going, would be good enough for him. For now.
light the fuse and burn it up.
Tag: @[Igor]

Iracebeth Offline

Berg-Risi Commoner

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 4 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Electricity
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 58
  • Crystals: 400
  • Played By: Soupi

#6


Iracebeth Traegur


i ran, ran, ran before the storm

Just as she suspected, he followed. He was a curious boy - well, guy... man. Hell, she didn't know what to call him. He didn't seem older than her but she had grown to be an adult as much as she didn't feel it. Whatever term she settled on would have to wait, as she kept her pace quick and jaunting. It seemed that the electricity arcing with sparks and bums across her horns wasn't the only energetic characteristic about her. Her appendages drove forward with animation: high knees and flicked fetlocks that exaggerated the movement. So many others would have had to put effort into such an enlivened pace but it flowed naturally from the youthful femme as she continued to lead Igor from the dark depths. Hopefully the Bifrost didn't play any games with them today... Not that she wasn't in the mood, just that she didn't feel like having to process her surroundings and problem solve while entertaining a complete stranger.

Just as she was going to toss a glance back towards him the rather herculean form seemed to sweep into the tight space looming between her and the jutting edges of the tunnel. She offered whatever space she could, inching closer to the wall on her side, but it gathered him only an inch or two if that. But her bright eyes turned to him, her small, girlish smile still alighting her features as she continued to prance along the trail, silver tresses bouncing atop her crest and long forelock tresses parting with picturesque perfection around her visage. She restrained a single laugh in her nostrils at his exaggerated enthusiasm at the weather and she wondered why he found the topic so fascinating. It was just idle chatter, polite small talk to keep the conversation going so they didn't awkwardly mill about the darkness in complete silence. "If it had been raining, I'd look like you after all." she commented, her tone matter-of-fact but with the lilt of her smile. You could always hear a smile. She showered her in more compliments that just started to rise heat upon her ears, and in an attempt to avoid them directly she shifted her gaze to the path ahead of them - it split, and on instinct she elected for the left passage.

"Well, unfortunately there's no taking you back. Bifrost doesn't let anyone do that." she beseeched, the friendly nature of her voice marred by a crack - a momentary fracture where the guilt of condemning her family to this place resurfaced without invitation. But as quickly as it bubbled up she popped it, and continued her simple smile. "The Slidr River Valley lays beyond. It's been my home some two, almost three years now." she explained, the angelic tone returning now that she reflected upon happier times. She'd almost completely forgotten about Elysium now. It no longer felt of home, not like Berg-Risi did in the Western territories. Her smile broadened and her nape arched inwards with the slight drop of her delicate head. Inside her chest her heart felt warm. She tossed another one of her sparkling cursory glances towards Igor, a flash of embarrassment heating her cheeks. "Sorry, typical girl - getting lost in memories." She cleared her throat, straightening and rising her carriage higher, her pace unconsciously increasing. "So. Why were you traveling? Or did the Bifrost pluck you from some place? Apparently it does that sometimes."



TAGGED: Igor
WC: 573
MUSE: 3/5
OOC: None


coding © soupi
illustration © araxel & the-day-of-shadow @ dA


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