Fimbulvetr

Radames

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Andante & Iracebeth

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Private fond memories

#1
I'm the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable, I am an original
Cream colored hooves pranced along at a leisurely pace along the heightened grasses growing all throughout the vast plains of Grœnn. The soothing tune of birdsong and spotting young fawns bounding along side their mothers were all telltale signs that summer and it pleasant weather was finally here. Tipping his head slightly skyward the towering weanling colt took a deep inhale. Greedily he held the refreshing within his lungs, savoring its scent before exhaling with a small smile upon amethyst velveteen lips.

Within a few more strides the boy reached the waters edge, to which he simply paused to gaze at its surface as motes of light danced upon it. Dragonflies zipped about as frogs and other creatures sung their summer serenade. The look if the water itself brought back memories of elysium and all the various faces he'd come across. His timid mother Psykhe, tyrannical father Renegade, his multitude of half siblings the broken shell of Rowan, several strangers and then Bjorn. No matter his personal experience with them, whether good or bad, he often wondered how they all were faring.

A thoughtful sigh fell from his lips as purple lids shielded aquamarine eyes. With a soft shake of his head he dismissed the memories currently plaguing his mind. There was no possible way to tell if he'd ever run into any of them again, it had been so long. Lowering his nape, Xzavier took another step or two until he stood within the lake itself. From there he proceeded to take a small drink, taking it upon himself to just relax for once. That is until he heard a soft rustling in the distance. Picking his head up quickly several beads of crystal clear water ran off of his chin as he searched about. H..hello? Who's out there?

Björn

forsaken
━ LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS
IT TAKES AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES
Tag: @[Xzavier]

#2
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The deep onyx hide glistened against the sun's rays due to a sheen of sweat, the heat here was definitely not something that he had ever been used to. His people came from the frozen depths, he had always tried to stay closer to where it was cooler. Here, however, within Fimbulvetr, Björn found the heat reached just about everywhere at this time of year. Now of course, he had been sarcastically told, "Well helloo, it is summer." Which was rewarded with a rare eye roll from the behemoth brute. He knew it was summer, but it just wasn't a summer that he was necessarily used to. But alas, he soldiered on and was slowly adapting to the extreme temperature. Someone had told him to go to the Wastelands, he'd find it even worse there. The very thought caused him to sweat more, he just shook his head and chuckled in response. He had learned that was home of the Exiles. Somewhere I'm sure Valor would find himself, one way or another... if he was here. His mind was never far from his brother. And the very realization of that struck a depression into his roots. Nothing would ever be the same for him without that bastard.

One step after another, bringing colossal hooves down into the soft ground, fiery optics took in the wide open field in front of him. His mass of a tail curled to the side of him, hind muscles tensed as he picked up his pace. Audits perked forward, then twitched to the sides. It had been a long - he couldn't even remember the last time he just cut himself loose. To just... run. Nape arched, he secured his massive wings to his side as he quickened his pace to a lope, feeling his muscles begin to set ablaze, Björn cut the ties. The next thing he realized, everything was going by in a blur. He was running as quick as someone his size could, his hooves brought a thundering presence. The feeling of the wind blasting his face exhilarated him. All he could think was that he wanted more, so much more. A small leap in mid-run, he came back down to the ground and did it once more, this time wings outspread, stretched to their max as he continued at his pace; he felt entirely free.

However his fun didn't last much longer, for he began to tire. His muscles burned from the intense work out, his joints ached only a hint. Wings found themselves folded once more at his side, tail now dragging along behind him as he calmly and quietly headed toward the smell of fresh water. Björn definitely needed a drink, his heart was still pounding in his chest. He came to a small line of trees and bushes, he lowered his head in hopes of not getting knocked out by the trees as he pushed his way through. Optics caught the colorful figure of someone else, however that was not of his concern at the moment. His body - his throat - screamed for water. He kept on his track, lowering his maw as he approached the heavenly waters, sucking the liquid in the second his lips hit the surface. Audits twitched with every gulp. A few seconds, although it felt like forever, he pulled up only inches above the surface. His black tongue pushed to the top of his mouth as he continued to swallow down his mouthful of water. Crimson optics turned to see just who was near him, who had been just too damn thirsty to acknowledge prior.

Those colors... Brows furrowed at the thought, he licked his lips, molars grinding in the process as he took a step back from the bank. "You look familiar." He just couldn't think of why, but it was nagging at him something fierce.

Don’t ever take a single second to breathe,
They’re gonna send me on a murdering spree.
Björn Morro
Tag: @[Björn]

#3
I'm the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable, I am an original
The rustling started off softly until they grew and morphed into mild earthquake like tremors. He could feel the ground trembling under hoof as his mauve visage snapped int the direction all the commotion happened to be coming from. As if announcing his presence with thunderous steps Xzavier watched as a massive piebald stallion came shuffling forth, nearly commanding the very gounds he tread upon. Or so he would have looked if the draconic like being didn't thrust his nose into the cool water he himself had been drinking from. Awestruck, the vibrant boy remained glued to his spot, all parts of him were practically screaming for him to run as fast as he could.

But there was a familiarity to this stranger he could not quite shake, and after another second or two of wide eyed staring a flicker of a memory came to him. Of a large hulking stallion and a not so small bear cub ambling about him on a starlit night. He remembered the man agreeing to help him find Rowan when she had first escaped from the iron valley full to the brim of crimson roses. It was not until the other spoke that he realized he never said anything at all. Blinking light blue eyes once then twice Xzavier dipped his head apologetically. A..ah sorry, I don't mean to stare. But you look familiar too...

He finished his soft sentence, letting his voice die upon the gentle summer breeze before finally tipping his visage ever so slightly to one side. Is...your name by any chance Bjorn? The youth inquired as his brows began to knit together thoughtfully as if piecing together some challenging mental puzzle. You kinda look like him...but I don't remember him having wings. He murmured more so to himself that to the man standing across from him. It wasn't possible for others to change so drastically, was it?

Björn

forsaken
━ LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS
IT TAKES AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES
Tag: @[Xzavier]