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Björn & Lirr

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Open the devil's triangle.

#1

can this be real, can this be fate,
say you'll be there for me.
Cracked and barren nares remained flared with every labored breath, exhausted limbs struggled with the sand, her disabled rear appendage was now being dragged along as she continued on. Muscles strained under arid and matted hide, her mane and tail tangled with caked mud from prior. Audits rested upon the back of her nape, behemoth wings were now being trailed along with her, making divots behind her. Her wound wasn't the only thing that impaired her, it was this dreadful heat. These high temperatures were not something Ylva was even remotely used to, spending her entire life in the frigid tundra. With her body already under major stress, she was having a terrible time adjusting. Rear left was no longer her natural color, it was heavily tainted with her own blood from the wound. The bleeding at long stopped, only to crust over with compacted sand. Tearing ever so slightly with every movement she made.

Thoughts of Igor and her home territory flooded through her, however she refused to shed a single tear. Now was not the time. If she was going to die, she was not going to show weakness. That would go against every thing she had worked for, everything that had brought her to where she was. Weakness was not an option. Especially at her end. Amethyst optics kept guard as she hobbled her way the best she could, in the direction she believed the Oasis resided. It was where Evandr had pointed to her toward, she hoped that it wasn't a trick. Although she didn't necessarily like putting any trust in the man just yet, she quite honestly had no choice. It was true, he very well could of allowed his beast of a companion to rip her to shreds right then and there, but he hadn't. Maybe he was the slow torture type? Perhaps the thought of her testing the odds of survival with a wound that she possessed, traveling through the scorching desert in the completely wrong direction. The thoughts of her dying of thirst or succumbing to her wounds, possibly being a sacrificial feast for some creature out here.

Anything was possible, Ylva had learned at a very young age not to put anything past someone. Her own father and brothers raped and beat her, giving her the blessing of her first daughter, only to rip that away from her as well. She met evil as a little girl. Evil was all she ever knew for the longest time.

Dry lids blinked a few times, feeling a hint of moisture in the air; she was met with the heavenly smell of foliage. Head was weakly lifted in response, fighting to focus her blurred vision on what was in front of her. She couldn't believe it. Green upon green - she could smell water. She could hear water. Her mouth began to ache in yearning for a drink. Her muscles quivered. She pulled herself to the very edges of the pool of water, lowering her cracked maw to meet the comforting liquid. Her lips parted, sucking in large amounts of water before she surfaced. Shakily she moved away, optics gazing at the others that seemed to gather in the same area. This must be the Oasis, it had to of been.

Not wanting to say the wrong thing, for even she knew she was in no condition to defend herself at the moment, Ylva wearily made her way over to a very sad looking palm tree that wasn't much palm, more just tree, and lowered herself gingerly to the ground. Front limbs folded under her chest, rear right folded under her, save for her injured limb to splay outward. She couldn't feel it any longer. Wings clung tight to her sides, her lids begged to close in exhaustion. Her body pleaded for rest and her mind argued for sleep. Ylva refused all but her body, allowing it to rest by laying still. She glanced around, hoping to see Evandr, but didn't expect it.
when the storm subsides.
Evandr & OPEN / CODING
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Tag: @[Ylva]

Aishe Offline

Exile

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 6 Summer ☀︎
  • Height: 10hh
  • Arcana:
  • Level: Dormant
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 21
  • Crystals: 300
  • Played By: N A K I

#2
and in the flames, her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire


Birth was a traunatic thing, even when everything went right.

Aishe's body had yet to fully recover from birthing her son. Her insides ached at times, and her hind legs alwas felt stiff. That was not even taking into account the boy's nursing and how she worried for his health when he'd been born thinner than expected she fretted over him day in and day out. Yet again, they were exiles. Aishe had to fight for food and water, it was a miracle Karth survived his first few weeks at all.

Their journey back had been uneventful, thank whatever gods would hear. Slowly they crawled back over the dunes, Aishe covered in thick layers of dust and crusted blood while Karth had red dusting of the sands. He looked more like her, she thought, with nuances to his father littered about him. And Aishe had not felt love like this, not once in her life. It was a different, deeper, almost primal love that perhaps outweighed even her feelings for The Warden.

As they came upon the Oasis,Aishe almost felt faint. Her knees shook slightly, partially out of anxiety and relief; with reckless abandon she entered those waters and drank deep of their crystal coolness. For a moment she stood in its shallows, vibrant eyes closing as she took in the old familiar smells and sounds. Only when a high pitched squeak erupted from behind her did Aishe snap back into reality. Her boy was tiptoeing on the water's edge with a look of concern and mild intruige plastered on his foalish face.

And Aishe's expression softened.

"Karth, this is water." Her voice was smooth and understanding; a contrast to the frequent loud or cracked sounds that normally erupted from within her. "Its good for you, more precious than you can imagine"

It is then, as she is teaching the hinny foal a lesson in life that an unfamiliar scent catches her nose. Aishe knew almost all of the exiles, theyd all occupied the same space for so long now it was easier and easier to identify them. But this smell, this person, was strange. Pink orbs flash to the outline of this intruder and Aishe's softened demeanor vanished. Gone was the new, budding motherly aura replaced with the scrapper that she was before.

A low, gutteral growl rippled from within her body echoing across the water's surface. Her hooves had begun to transform as the beast within her coursed through her veins. The elongating fur upon her shoulders and neck began to stand up. Aishe, half-transformed, was ready to attack the winged fucker dare it come any closer.

"Get behind me boy" she barked at her son. Karth jolted from the water and remained behind his mother; long ears pinned against his head with his tail between his legs. "When I tell you to run, you do so understood?"

The boy nodded, blue eyes watching in fear.

Written on mobile. Evandr Ylva
Tag: @[Aishe]

#3

EVANDR



Dull winds passed over the cracked sands in what could not be described as sweeping. While dust clouds belched into like they fell as quickly as they were visible, settling back into the dunes until picked up next. A clear sky gaped wide for the merciless sun that sweltered above. The sweltering heat hummed above the sands in heat hazes while the horizons - lined with jagged-toothed mountains of blue - cast inferior mirages of the grand scape that encased them on their plateau. Sapphire eyes squinted into these illusions as golden light sizzled along his bone spur dorsal. Beneath his obsidian mane, sun bleached to a pitch grey with the lightest of navy sheen, darkened stains of sweat gathered. Beneath the weight of his locks an oven burned, his hide dripping with tears in its quiet suffering. Many had sought the security of the Oasis in a vane attempt to escape the intensity of the Sommar's high temperatures. Bodies bustled amidst the aloe vera, fronds, and palms. Many skulked beneath their shadows as if it would bring some sort of reprieve while others gossiped along the crystalline oasis' edge. The Warden, from his perch atop the cresting cliffs and minor plateaus, eyed the edges of the water as blinding white highlights danced along the surface. It had already receded, if he wasn't mistaken. Sipped away by the gathering parched mouths.

Zahhak stirred beside him, shifting so that the rising carapaces along his shoulders cut through the heavy air. The drake half-hung-half-perched along the plateau's edge; forelimbs and mid chest against the vertical surface, those long and cruel talons of his sunk into the stone to fasten his weight with security. The latter half of him haunched so that his back arched, offering further purchase, as his snake-like neck followed his curiously darting gaze. Time and time again the beast shook the pebbles at Evandr's hooves with his deep and resonating growls of curiosity, but otherwise the stoic creature remained silent. Watching. Waiting. As did the Warden. Heat like this boiled blood even in the best of them. The Hoard wouldn't remain as quiet as it was - not physically, for voices chattered in the mostly flat landscape. Even those born and raised in the severity of its unforgiving nature found the temperature prickling. A skirt of a tail flicked at Evandr's hinds, shooing away the mosquitos that tried to bite at the soft skin of his inner thighs and belly.

Despite the gnawing insects and the burning along his back, Evandr would have been content to spend the remainder of the daylight hours surveying quietly from above, but fate offered a different course. He couldn't mistake her when she slipped into Frekr. He'd spent too many (other) hours staring from this high plinth, into the sands, searching for her to overlook the jennet as she hobbled in with a foal at her hip. No unexpectedly Evandr's breath caught, audibly so because it drew the dragon's attention at his side. The beast swept his visage over, in front of the Warden, and eyed with wafting curiosity at those long lost to his bonded. A tightness drew over Evandr's chest despite the humming, somehow calming, communications with Zahhak. Within, he suffocated on emotions. Relief; Aishe, and the foal, were alive, well, had made it back to the Oasis still standing. Fear; he had known he was going to be a father from the sight of the donkey during the sandstorm - no one could have mistook the swell of her belly - but the child was real now, no longer a figment of a wandering imagination. Anger; Where had she gone and why had it taken her so long to return from wherever it was that she had holed up in safely? Confusion; Countless treks and he nor those loyal to him could track her scent in the sands as if she'd evaporated into the night like a phantom. Wonder; Why now, how now, or was it all just coincidence? In his dreams he had imagined running to them (or her, there were countless versions he'd sweated through or enjoyed) but now he found his appendages locked.

Surely upon closer inspection - the distance offered no valuable intel to the babe's appearance - the parentage would be unmistakable, but it was not uncommon for exiles to share beds and birth children later on, as if the gene pool here was malleable and lines blurred. But to do the very thing his mind's eye had painted in his rest would condemn them, especially if done so publicly. While his benevolent leadership had inspired support, no one - including himself - was ever safe in the East. He'd intimidated or beat challengers into submission over his last five reigning years and he didn't put it past the lot of outcasted Valley dwellers to steal any leverage they could against him. His audits swiveled atop his crownless head, a tick to betray the anxiety simmering in his chest, and he watched as they skirted through the others and came to the pool's edge for the taste of salvation. A shuddering sigh blew through his nostrils as Evandr forced the coiling tension to release. He'd have to wait for the opportune time. He couldn't go now. It would put them all in danger.

Zahhak stirred, ripped away what his equine companion had found interesting. "Warden.", the beast's booming voice echoed in Evandr's skull, seemingly reverberating along the ossein as it deafened the stallion momentarily. Not without ire the amaranthine piebald tore his targeted gaze away and followed Zahhak's line of sight. Another was stumbling in from the dusty wastelands, far larger than Aishe's silhouette. For a moment the shape was indiscernable at the distance, but the closer Ylva came the more recent memories played in his mind's eye. Zahhak's entire aura shifted, prickling with the excitement of a hunter but also with displeasure. Evandr's cool gaze flicked to the beast; the dragon was upset the wounds he had inflicted hadn't killed the mare. It was cruel, crueler then anything the Warden would have considered, but he would not deny his surprise. This time a snort burst from his nares as he tossed a cursory glance the lingering images of Aishe and their child. Seemed his inner conflict was, for the most part, settled. Rather than stew in the heat with his skin crawling for reunion, he could ultimately keep unconfirmed and unshared feelings out of the sight of the public.

Finally Evandr stirred from his perch, backing up and pivoting to traipse to the precarious paths that would take him downward. Zahhak lingered, his jaws agape as his head swiveled back and forth with morbid curiosity. "Have fun, Warden..." the drake telepathically farewelled, but the coaxing taunt was not lost to the stud. He picked up his pace only once the paths spilled him into the semi-shaded paradise of the oasis sanctum. The heavy feathering veiling his hooves shuddered with every stride of his lazy jog. In his chest his heart pounded ceaselessly and for some time he considered that the overwhelming amount of emotions he stifled very well may stop its beating indefinitely. He'd cross paths with the jenny and her foal towards the newest member of the Hoard, and fought with himself how to approach the situation while remaining true: caring, consciously distant for all's safety, but honor bound by duty. In the end, none of the scenarios populated beneath his lids prepared him for reality. Ylva, despite the limp, had managed into the borders of the lush Oasis and had found herself beneath the bare shade of a palm, and her entrance hadn't remained unseen.

Evandr slowed, heart still pounding, as his hooves thud, thud, thudded along the edge of the pristine water as it still shimmered in the sunlight came up behind the foal and his mother. A faint stench of dire wolf fell into the otherwise baked air, and the defensive stance of the new mother wasn't lost to the Warden. As he came up behind them, his gaze firmly upon the boy that indeed did look far more like his dam than sire (it was a blessing in disguise, Evandr would think later), until it passed to the jenny. His step tarried a moment but his progression forward did not fail as he stepped close to, "Aishe," (his tone was low, an attempt to grab her attention before the situation escalated), then passed. Two, three, four more strides placed him betwixt the mother and son and the injured. For a moment he eyed Ylva's injuries, noted that they weren't necessarily what he would consider infected, but also knew his information was lacking. Healers, both practical and occult, typically managed wounds for him. All he was good for was applying pressure until someone better equipped came along. "I'm impressed," he projected his voice, the tones reminiscent of gritty caramel. "Not many survive an encounter with Zahhak."


W C: 1,492
T A G: Ylva and Aishe
M U S E: 5/5
O O C: written tipsy sorry for errors

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within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Evandr]

#4

can this be real, can this be fate,
say you'll be there for me.
The heathen woman remained lounged underneath the barren palm tree, savoring what little shade it had to offer. Breathing had slowed, now that she had a moment to recharge all she had spent in attempt to just get herself to the Oasis. Amethyst hued optics gaze within her surroundings, making a sweep of the strange faces; Evandr was still no where to be seen, but it wasn't a surprise to her. It didn't matter much, Ylva knew she could hold her own for a while, she most certainly was no damsel in distress. A quick glance was spared to her rear left appendage, it lay limp and unfeeling. She twitched, watching her muscles react accordingly - at least she still had some control over the damn thing. Nares flared as a deep exhale billowed from them, jaw relaxed from being clenched prior. Ink dipped tongue ran along her fangs, her mouth already drying since her last drink, which had just been moments ago.

A growl caught her attention, in which she responded lazily as she brought her gaze to where it seemingly came from. Impassive optics took in the scene several paces from where she laid; what seemed to be like a... goat? No. There wasn't a possibility a goat would be hanging around, not with Zahhak around. One audit swayed sideways, the other stood at attention for a chance there was something worth listening to. Ylva wasn't entirely positive what she was looking at. A female and her kid, that fact was quite obvious. Optics shifted quickly from the woman to the child, observing his presence as he moved behind the angered female. A smirk faintly tugged at the corner of her maw upon hearing the words spoken from mother to child; incredibly impaired and she still struck fear into others. Fitte. The thought hissed, lip briefly snarled to reveal her blood stained fangs. "Are you blind? I am obviously disabled at the moment, no tearing of throats for me." Her words dripped of indifference. "So calm yourself, goat. Let your child relax." Another exhale as she looked down to the dry, cracked ground beneath her.

It was the quaking of the ground that told her of what was to come next. Optics closed, brows furrowed, but she remained gazing down, audits tuning into what was going on around her. Even the softest words spoken from him were heard, 'Aishe..' Lids shot opened as she rose her head, inspecting what was happening now. Side glance to the goat, she assumed that was who he spoke to. Aishe. Jaw muscles flexed for a brief moment before releasing. Ylva took a brief moment to look up, perhaps to see where he had came from. It was then, she saw the distant figure of Zahhak. Her heart jumped fleetingly, flashes of memory returning of just hours ago. As if just by the thoughts, her leg began to sting white-hot. Despite the events that had unfolded, she held no hatred for the beast. In fact, only respect was present for just how strong the bond was between Evandr and Zahhak. It begged her to think of her connection with Sister, however it was different. They were one, where they were two.

It was the words of Evandr that grounded her; brought her back to where she was, physically. Lids fluttered hastily before allowing her head to fall to its natural resting state, bringing her gaze with it. She was once more greeted with the hulking figure of The Warden. A tired smile flashed upon her coral dipped maw, "Yes, as the arrogant me would say, 'I'm most certainly not like many, Warden.'" She chuckled lightly, "But no, I was only lucky this time. It was you who kept him from finishing me off. As he should have," She lowered her head in a sloppy bow, considering she was already much lower than he was, as she rested upon the dry ground. "yet still, I thank you." Ylva returned her head to its prior place, mauve optics searching his own for only moments, before glancing away. Code of the Wolf, only tempt a stare off if you're meaning to challenge. And considering her current state and the events that had just transpired, that most certainly was not something Ylva even remotely wanted.

"A vakker piece of paradise you have here, Evandr. Considering the surrounding areas." She tilted her cranium to motion the Oasis. Such a weird thought, to be an Exile of a world she knew nothing about.

Hopefully, he could teach her, seeing as she'd be here for quite sometime.
when the storm subsides.
Aishe & Evandr / CODING
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Tag: @[Ylva]

Aishe Offline

Exile

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 6 Summer ☀︎
  • Height: 10hh
  • Arcana:
  • Level: Dormant
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 21
  • Crystals: 300
  • Played By: N A K I

#5
and in the flames, her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire


Once, Aishe would have considered offering a hand to the wounded. The jenny would have spoken words of sarcastic comfort, maybe spin a dark joke about death--but now, now she had more than just herself to worry about. Her boy, beautiful young Karth, would not have to wade through the bullshit of this world like she had. Yes, he would learn to survive; he would know harshness if only because he'd been born on the wrong side of the canyon. But Aishe would be dammned if unecessary hurt ever befell him until he was ready.

And that included the possible threat of unknown persons, disabled or useful as they may be.

Before she retorts, the all-too familiar thud of large hooves catches in her long ears. Pink shofts to Evandr, relief and guilt in her eyes with a flicker of fear. So many unspoken things all wrapped up in a pearl of anxious pain in her chest. But he does t stop for long, quickly moving to the newcomer. Aishe, now claming herself (yet still letting her brow crease in a glare of course) turned to her boy and touched her muzzle to his head before letting her tongue rake through the fluffy foalish mane. "Stay here, alsghyr" voice but a whisper, Aishe kept a watchful eye as she moved to approach this stranger behind the Warden.

The gold Aishe let adorn her torn and tattered body shimmered in the unforgiving sun, increasing in heat but not unbearably so. Regardless, the scowl on her features likely would have been there due to the ball of fire in the sky---but today, it was a clear signal of mistrust. Add on the fact that this newcomer had the audacity to insult the people she was now part of (people who could, in fact, turn on her in an instant and kill her) and the jenny had little patience left for much. She was plagued with exhaustion, tired, burned by the sun on the paler parts of her body.

"And what did you do?" Aishe questioned, voice strained. "Insult a commander? Seems like you're the type who doesnt know when to keep their thoughts to themselves."

Aishe let her muzzle and ring gently tough the skin of Evandr as she approached. A gentle nudge, a quiet 'we will speak later I promise'. An apology she was ready to say when company was not present. But as soon as her tenderness had come it was swallowed by her mistrust again.

"People here might sooner be inclined to rip out that wagging tongue between your teeth. Best remember that the next time you insult someone." She snorted air from her nose, "And no one--no one tells me how to parent my child....do you understand that?" Aishe's tone was seviere, a warning. The scars on her body told tales of utmost hell and surviving those trials. No one would tell her what to do, ever again.

Written on mobile. Evandr Ylva
Tag: @[Aishe]

#6

EVANDR



If the air wasn’t palpable enough through the scorching heat the tension twixt the femme only served to amplify it. It prickled the leathery skin along his back despite the absence of a draft, and his di-colored audits flicked into the askew mess of his sun-bleached mane. He understood the caution, he understood the quips he heard, but it did not mean that he had to tolerate them. Critical optics of oceanic blue flicked between the jenny and Pegasus mare, lids lowered not with fatigue but a sliver of ire. It was a warning although silent. The very idea of tossing them away from each other soured him, and all Evandr could hope for was their respect and cooperation.

Luckily, his presence seemed to have a (somewhat) calming effect. Whether it was simply to not poke the Butcher of Bears or other personal, unspoken reasons there was no telling, but Ylva stole the opportunity to thank him once again, and in return her offered her a cordial, slow dip of his visage. He didn’t miss her glance towards the grand beast hanging from his parapet high above the Oasis. Who wouldn’t look? Especially if the crippling laceration that marred ones hide had come from such a monster. “You played with fate today, Ylva. This is not the place to do that”, while his tone hadn’t hardened there was still a heavy weight upon his words that pointed to the warning. Not a threat, Evandr wasn’t a killer, not anymore, at least. Some said the Oasis life had softened him and made him weak.

But he was still here. Still the proverbial top dog on the food chain. By his word none of them could drink, and there were always the blindly loyal who’d help execute if necessary.

Not that he would.

An audit flicked back as the donkey approached, the reproach and distrust evident not only in the weight of her hoof falls upon the sand but the grit of her voice. While still evidently participating, Aishe’s grazing touch was what tore him away from the thoughts that whirred pensively in his mind. A sapphire gaze shot down to her briefly, the stormy cloud of cock-tailed emotions still bound tightly in a cage within, that offered little insight to his inner musings. But he understood the covert transmission and let his attention quickly flick back to Ylva. There was a moment he considered answering for Ylva, but multiple considerations sealed his tanned lips. She didn’t seem the woman who liked a man taking action for her, he didn’t want to provoke them anymore than they would want to provoke him. The heat had everyone’s blood boiling.

More consciously he was curious of her answer. Would she admit that her lack of self-restraint had landed her here? Or would she offer another verbal defense. There was little to Ylva that the Warden knew, but it had become clearly evident that what mare laid before him was simply a fraction of her. Just as she had only seen facet of himself. Hell, he’d laid with Aishe and still there were things they didn’t know of each other. All of them wore mantles and masks to fit the situation, and at current Evandr’s was the indifferent leader of this Hoard.

But Aishe offered a word of wisdom before the answer came. Evandr’s gaze flicked down towards the sands, not committing fully to glancing at the jenny that stood at his side, a hark twisting in a natural reflex towards the speaker. Evandr harrumphed in his throat before tossing his blue visionaries back to the stone and plum Pegasus. “She’s not wrong, Ylva. Exiles don’t survive by digging trenches between themselves and their only allies.” He paused, his gaze sweeping into the palms, studying those milling about. Some spied them through the shields of aloe vera and ferns, while others were disinterested entirely and carried on their conversations. The umber and tawny jennet offered a final word of warning, one personal that he allowed for the sake of placating a new mother. For a moment his gaze flicked back to the child standing some distance behind them; simply to ensure he was still there, to ground the boy in reality, and to get a better look at him. A sigh slowly slipped through his nares as he turned away from him and back to the women.
“You don’t have to like everyone, but they’re all that can help to keep you alive.” A snort, a punctuation, a declaration, as he reinstated himself into the scenario. A tid bit of advice, if you will. He looked back again, eyes zeroing in on the wound. The blood had coagulated, almost closed the wound. But it’d need attention. “There are healers among us, fortunately, both magically inclined and practical practitioners. Or you can leave the wound. Your choice.”


W C: 811
T A G: Ylva and Aishe
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: ...

powerplay allowed
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Tag: @[Evandr]