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Ren

Character OTS

OTS 1
OTS 2

Björn & Lirr

Couple OTS


Open And the Pale Moon Rises

#1


E V A N D R


nothing is true, everything is permitted


Molten lava burps arched over the seemingly gelatinous pools, their entrancing, ambient glow beckoning those foolish to inquire near. Dusk had fallen on the Slidr River Valley as periwinkle, lavender, and salmon skies bid farewell to father sun and welcomed mother moon. The pools of liquid core glowed dimly but at this reposeful hour they haloed gently against the already dark igneous sands. There was a clement nature to the Vulkan lands that gave the illusion of security, ease, perhaps even alternative paradise. It would all change in an hour or so, when the twilight swelled and the day finally sank away. The sands would sink into darkness with only the silver tears of the moon and orange glow of the lava pools to light ones way.

In the young night, in the lull, hunters prowled.

Pads of paws loped through the labyrinth of ponds that would never quench a thirst. Slate talons peeked through tufts of obsidian fur that gleamed plum even in dusk and despite the aglow warmth. The lupine was massive, bulky, not built for speed or dexterity but this body served those purposes better than his true form. It was still alien to be in the skin of the enemy - especially considering the newness and startling arrival of the transformation. In some facets it felt... dirty. Fenrir hadn't stricken the blow but it was his graven power that had plagued the Warden with such a transformation. Evandr would have been glad to never feel the hackles of this coat again but it had been Zahhak who'd convinced him that it could be of some use; if only given a chance.

Drills weren't the sort of thing exiles utilized. Not out of their own lack of skill or abilities but lack of desire. Though perhaps it chagrinned him a bit to admit, the Warden was no different. They'd already proven themselves by survival. Who needed daily, weekly, monthly routines to execute wastes of their energy? But lo still the dire wolf traipsed on. His harks swiveled, keen to the bursting of the lava as the bubbles expanded until their breaking point. He tarried his step, eager to feel the grounds beneath him with his far more sensitive pads, hoping to feel the shiver of an approaching alpha predator. The dragon had even gone to the lengths of severing their telepathic bond entirely. For once, Evandr's mind was his own again - and it felt alien. Finally the pitch amethyst male jogged to a halt, his sapphire gaze sweeping while a tongue lolled out the side of his panting mouth. The pelt was heavy and thick, not ideal for the heat. But even Zahhak wagered exposure would save him and thin it out. Curse the dragon, the Warden's conscious spat.

But now, at a stand, he could feel it. His body went rigid, ears sinking into the prickled fur of his coat, and his tail sank between his back legs. The tell-tale tremble in the sands... Zahhak was already too near. Evandr darted forward, talons tearing up the sands, and rushed to put distance between himself and the wingless drake again on the off chance he could still win this bet. What was a little friendly competition?


"Evandr talking" "Zahhak talking"

W C: 539
T A G: Open
V O I C E: Idris Elba
M U S E: 3/5
O O C: idk I wanted to write this

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]

#2
The whirlwind of events that unfolded within the past few days repeated in his mind like a broken record. The hairless brute felt like he had been walking for months, possibly even a year. He was exhausted, but knew in his heart that he had to push on. Where he was, was not where he was meant to be. That was all he knew. Coming across dense fog and nearly running into a massive, ancient tree quite literally... fighting through the strange magic that possessed that said tree. It could not decide on which path to give him, for it changed every time Vukan went to follow it. It had taken quite some time to perfectly match what the tree wished of him, but he managed to pass through what he had learned others call, "The Bifrost". But even then, he continued on. Something didn't feel right and the cool breeze that rushed through was enough to make him keep on going.

Upon questioning anyone he came across on where to find some damn hot weather, he was always pointed to the far East. But then they would always follow with a shake of their head and told him not to go there. He'd never return. "That's where they are." They'd say. Brows would furrow and he'd tilt his head in question, but no one ever answered him further. It was almost like a 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' type deal. Fascinating. The seasoned male thought with intrigue. So he went forth, trudging through whatever world's land to get to the East. That was where he belonged, in his heart he knew that was where.

Getting there had been a whole different event. The act in finding where to cross had proven difficult, but the actually crossing had been the rough part. Once his hooves hit that dry sand, it was then a warmth began n his hooves and jolted up through to his cranium. Here. His heart pinged with hope. "Here... this is where I need to be?" He questioned his body in disbelief, his slate hued optics scanned the horizon. Vukan stood for a moment, taking in the scenery in front of him, when he felt a tremble beneath him. What... He glanced around, taking careful steps further into the Wastelands.

It was then, a massive wolf came ripping across the sands. The hairless man stood his ground, his limbs locked and muscles straining under his taunt smooth skin. Nares flared in alert, What in the world was a fucking direwolf doing in the desert?! It was a solid question - a direwolf wasn't one to survive in such extreme conditions. Yet here one was, tearing over ground like nothing. Not aware of how things actually worked here, Vukan took a few steps backward, back toward the way he had came. Should he turn around and leave, attempt to warn whatever life there was out here, or comfort the damn wolf?

"Ugh." He groaned, tossing his head back and forward as he bolted after the direwolf. Chin was tucked near his chest so his antlers were out to be used, if needed. Hooves dug deep into the mixture of dry and loose sand, his muscles rippled as he ran after the wolf. He didn't want anyone to fall victim to this useless predator.

Poor Vukan, he had no clue as to what - or who, for that matter - the direwolf really was.




you may not be interested in war,
but war is interested in you.
 

Evandr
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Tag: @[Vukan]

#3


E V A N D R


nothing is true, everything is permitted


The hot sands scorched the tender pads of his dire wolf form. While he silently ached for his hooves, the Warden trudged forward still. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth with silvery strings of spittle betraying his fatigue. If Zahhak didn’t accidentally slay him amongst the lava surely the elements would. Even with his tempered resolve against the heat this thick coat felt as if he was dragging a weighted blanket with him. Enough complaining, he scoffed at himself. What was he? A child?

He wagered a glance behind him, spied where the baked grounds cracked with Zahhak’s approach, and attempted to gather whatever energy was left in him to keep going. But as he turned around, another was barreling into his path. Immediately his blue eyes widened – a telltale difference between himself and the rest of true Dire Wolves, he kept his piercing blue eyes – and his own legs stole their will and tried to stop. But beneath his devouring strides the sands buckled. As tined horns came at him from the unfamiliar stallion Evandr took the only opportunity to lurch to the side, propelled by the cresting grounds as they moaned with cracks and split.

Horned carapaces burst from the ground as Zahhak’s visage snaked through the volcanic soil with a sharp, piercing cry. While his forelimbs were stout, the extended to their full breadth in attempts to swipe at his bonded – but his gaze… his magma gaze flicked to the stranger, followed slowly by his visage as his jaw trembled with growls. Like a breaching whale the drake surfaced from the underground in an explosion of sand and stone, until all three of the creatures were enveloped in a gritty veil.

Evandr rolled once, twice over as the force careened him to the side, and as he struggled to pull himself back up to his paws he felt the snap of mental connection and heard the wicked laughter of the drake. As the dust settled, iridescent threads of his blackened pelt fell away. The curse faded with Evandr’s confusion as he absently wandered back into the uneven terrain for the stranger, the last of his lupine hide tumbling away with hot desert gales. A bare male stood among the debris, scarred and robust. He looked as if he’d been shaped by a lifetime in the Wastelands, but his scent spoke of other realms. But he stood alone, the drake no where to be seen. Evandr’s brow furrowed as he glanced the new comer up and down. The Houses hadn’t mentioned any new exiles. “Almost took me out there,” Evandr offered to break the silence, words punctuating the space between labored breaths. “We weren’t anticipating company.”


"Evandr talking" "Zahhak talking"

W C: 451
T A G: Vukan
V O I C E: Idris Elba
M U S E: 3/5
O O C:

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]