Fimbulvetr

Ren

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Björn & Lirr

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Private beyond the ravine.

#1
Lids blinked over cerulean optics as they gaze up into the mess of pink, orange, red, purple, and blue plastered over the sky; the bright circular object called the sun was setting, darkness had nearly taken over. Nares flared as she inhaled the dry, yet crisp fresh air. It had been such a release from the overbearing heatwaves they had been facing; while Calypso had lived within the Wastelands all of her life, the heat was still difficult to deal with. It was something she knew she'd never get used to, regardless if she spent the rest of her days into old age here. In which she already knew that was her fate; even if born into the lands of Exile, you never saw the other side.

It was a cruel way of things, but it was just how they were. You could question all you wanted, but it was not going to get you anywhere but a pissed off Warden and wasted energy. Energy you would of been better of using, oh... I don't know, fucking someone's brains out? The thought brought a smirk to her darkened lips; it had been quite sometime since the last time she had been able to do that. So her energy had been used going back and forth to the safety of the Oasis and to the edges of the Ravine, which was where she was currently. Many asked her why she'd bother coming all the way out here, there was nothing here... Well, that was where Calypso disagreed.

She greatly enjoyed watching people - those who dared to come close to the other side of the ravine, anyhow - it was a wonderful past time. Better than spending her time uselessly staring at the rest of the exiles that she had grown to know just by the smell of them. At least by the ravine, she got the chance to see some really interesting people, even if from far off.

Anyhow, there she laid near the edge of the ravine, upon her right side so she was facing the 'good' side of the valley. Much to her dismay, she wasn't able to lay on her back to look up at the sky, due to her black bone spikes that stuck out from her neck. So she kept sprawled out entirely upon the still heated sandy ground, the side of her face dug into the sand. If one didn't know any better, she certainly appeared to be dead. "Oh the agony!" She shouted, her words laced with the dramatics. "Someone, anyone, rescue me from this solitude!" As she sounded a theatrical exhale.




to everything i've ever lost,
thank you for setting me free.
 

Tyrelle
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Tag: @[Calypso]

#2
WITH YOUR FACE ALL MADE UP, LIVING ON A SCREEN
LOW ON SELF ESTEEM, SO YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ―
The heat of summer beat upon the back of his galaxy patterned back. Fresh beads of sweat rising to the top almost causing the star like markings to glisten like their counterparts above during a clear night sky. Dark licorice tassels whipped at his hind quarters as he trotted along. Looking for a potential wayward merchant or someone who could benefit from his set of particular skills with the price of a few gold coins as a handful of sparkling silver. Nothing in this world came free and his services certainly were not cheap. If he was going to risk his life doing a task or mission he wanted to make sure it was well worth it.

It was on this particular day that he happened to be wandering near some vast ravine. The opposite side held sun baked earth sprinkled with rolling red sands. The heat of the day also burned hotter here, obviously signaling the beginnings of a desert. To conserve his energy he slowed his trotting lope back down to a simple yet brisk walk. Dense musculature rippled with each powerful step as violet eyes continued to survey the seemingly deserted and desolate land beyond. Or so he thought initially. Teal colored harks sharply thrust themselves forward at the sound of a voice long before his eyes located its owner.

Skimming his surroundings the misthios' intense gaze finally landed upon a vibrantly colored mare laying upon her side. It sounded as if she were calling out for help. Highly trained eyes roamed the extent of her bodice, yet he could not make out any injuries possibly plaguing the woman. Regardless, Tyrelle stopped, halting on the opposite side of the ravine to shout into the distance. Kalispera. Sounds like you could use a bit of company. Greek infused vocals answered back. Long denim locks blew behind him as a gentle breeze whipped across the chasm.

Why waste your time over there in the desert? You should come over here, live a little. He added. A charming grin spreading across one side of his blush colored maw. He'd heard a few things here and there about the waste. But for the life of him he could not understand why they kept themselves confined there.
000 words. tagged. Calypso
━ SOMETIMES THE FACE WE SHOW THE WORLD NEEDS TO BE THE ONE OF STRENGTH
DESPITE THE CHAOS WE HARBOR BENEATH
Tag: @[Tyrelle]