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▶ Weather || The end of Spring brings about, once more, the warm embrace of Summer. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life - for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.

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  among the petals
Posted by: Torstein - 2 hours ago - Forum: The Night Court - No Replies

chest: CLOSED — @Isra! — "Speech" and Thoughts
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The Denoctian court was bustling, as per the norm.

Amidst the Solstice party-goers that rushed past towards the festivities, the Solterran Warden lumbered languidly on. It had been a long time since he stepped foot here, for mixed reasons. He wondered if many people here still remembered Aislinn.

In the rush and hustle, he found quiet solace among his own thoughts. There had been whispered rumors of his family, gone, and the pit that settled in his stomach was unexpected and unwelcome. Cynix, gone for more seasons than he expected - and Siavax followed long after. He never expected Araxes to leave, though. He wondered if the flood caught them, or if they left sometime before or after.

No sobbed goodbyes, no — not so much as a whisper before she became a ghost like so many others. He felt the silence grip his throat, and he didn't remember nary a gaze that he met as he wandered the once-familiar capital for what felt like too long. The only enemies he had within Denocte were long, long gone, and there was no hesitation in his step.

Eventually, he found a little nook that he could tell was distinctly hers. After the waters had flooded the capital and then slowly receded back to uncover their devastation, her presence was still here... On the balconies of one of the buildings - nestled in a crook beside a tall, old tree - there was a pile of soft cloth, books, herbs, and homeopathic concoctions. 

Even standing below the balcony, he could tell it was hers. The smell, the little knick-knacks, the personality carved into such a tiny space... there was no doubt in his mind. For a brief moment, the world was lost around him as he stared up at the balcony, silence still holding its tight, unwelcome grip on his throat.

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  where the light breaks through
Posted by: Fiona - 01-14-2019, 10:22 PM - Forum: Summer Solstice Masquerade - No Replies

The birds are singing in your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
When the scrolls had been dropped from the sky, Fiona had read all about the festivities that Denocte was going to be hosting, with no intention of going. Perhaps if parties and crowds were her thing, if intrigue and mystery appealed to her. Even, perhaps, if it were not for the heartbreaking truth she had returned to when she had returned to her home in Terrastella with the other members of her court.

She had no home to return to. She had, instead, only a shell of a home; a burned structure with black scouring the walls and ash covering the floor. The rains had been heavy enough to put out the flames before they had reduced the entire thing to rubble, however much of the furniture within was unable to be saved. All the things that reminded her of her father, things he had built himself. Her books, sketches, notes.

Coming to terms with that truth did not make Fiona want to attend any sort of celebration, even one involving the magical and dreamlike. That was until the letter arrived, carried on the wind from Delumine. Rolled within the parchment had been a few herbs, and the script, flowing and elegant, belonged to Atreus. He asked her to meet him in Denocte for the ball when the time came, and Fiona could not find it in herself to turn him down. Perhaps, even, her heart beat a little quicker at the thought.

So, when the Dusk Court champion finds herself once more among the walls of the Night Court, she couldn’t help but remember how difficult the first trip had been. But standing there inside the citadel looking at all the glamor that surrounded her, Fiona was quickly swept away. Just inside the doors the room was lined with tables covered in masks and finery of every kind. She let herself be drawn through the crowd like a leaf swept away by a river, until she was standing before a table, alone in a sea of horses bustling around her.

Fiona looked down at the masks, overwhelmed by the selection as she tried to select one for the ball but instead found herself bombarded. One woman, dressed in silver and black draped a sheer scarf around her shoulders. It fell against her skin light as a breeze, covering part of her back and wrapping twice around her neck. She tucked the ends in so that it wouldn’t snag.

Another, wearing colors like the sunset gently placed a mask over her face, tying it with a gossamer ribbon. The first held up a mirror for her to see herself, and Fiona thought for a moment that she was in a dream. The metal of the mask was thin and flexible, and it hugged the curve of her face almost like fabric. It was silver, slightly lavender in color, and as delicate looking as the butterfly wings it was designed after. She was in awe, and wished that she could thank them properly, but they had already moved on, leaving her once again alone in the crowd.

Writing.

@Atreus

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  Sleepwalker
Posted by: Morrighan - 01-13-2019, 01:21 AM - Forum: The Festival Markets - No Replies

Some bridges are meant to be burnt, some roads are never meant to be traveled again.
The market was abuzz with activity, more so than usual if one could believe that. It was this very reason Morrighan didn't spend much time around here - crowds weren't exactly her thing. There are several performers drawing groups near them, all being dramatic and doing the unthinkable. Personally she was most annoyed by the fire breathers as she hadn't quite yet tapped into any sort of fire magic of her own. Overall, it was over-the-top and many of the "tricks" could be explained by more careful observation. Yet, so many spectators fell for the game with their mouths dropping in awe. It made her eyes roll.

So what exactly brought someone like her here? In all honesty, she didn't exactly know. Typically she spent her time in the wilds exploring, but there was a pull here today that she couldn't explain. Almost as if there was an invisible rope wrapped around her neck that something - or someone - was pulling to force her forward.

Morrighan passed the moon carving in the center, but did a double take. Squinting her eyes at the monument, she realized she had seen this in a dream. There had also been this… strange mare that beckoned her forth, but before anything else happened, she had woken up. Was this a sign?

She snorted, not really wanting to believe any of this crap. Of course, it was this unexplainable shit that got her to the Night Court in the first place with her sign from Caligo. Maybe this was her doing too so she would see something - or Mor was just going crazy. Yet, the glint of something further down the path caught her eye and she noticed fire. Immediately she felt that invisible pull again and her hooves carried forward on the stone road.

The smell of wood smoke filled her lungs as she got closer and there was a sense of calm. The dancing flames had her mesmerized for a moment, but then her eyes locked onto a tent. It too looked strangely familiar, but she wondered if she should be following through with this. After all, what she was remembering was just a dream, so there was no way to know of what actually lied behind the curtain. Although, she felt pretty damn curious.

"Eh, screw it. It's not like I have anything to lose."

Mor let herself in, pushing the curtain aside with her nose. She got halfway inside when she noticed this was set up for a psychic. It had been hard to tell of her surroundings in the dream, but now things were much clearer. There were odd items everywhere, some more questionable than most. A single mare with striking silver eyes watched her come in - the one from her dream. Before she could say anything, the mare instructed her to sit and asked if she wanted to know what the cards said. Was that the whole reason her curiosity led her here?

There were a few seconds of silence before Morrighan let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not," she said to the mare, taking a seat but not letting herself get too comfortable. If this got weird, she was out of here.

Mor wasn't a stranger to psychic abilities and customs, though she hadn't partaken in any herself. What she at least knew about tarot cards was that you typically needed to think of a question you wanted to ask the cards. Something about putting specific energy in or something. She wasn't sure if she actually believed in any of it, but here she was, and the mare was waiting for something.

"Oh great mystical cards, what do you suppose I do next?"

It might be a vague question, but it was the only one she wanted an answer to. Plus, she was curious just how good of a mind-reader this mare was.

"Speaking."

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  Updating an Item
Posted by: Novus Team - 01-12-2019, 10:26 PM - Forum: Item Redemptions - No Replies


UPDATING A RESTRICTED ITEM


If you have purchased an accessory, enchantedment, outfit, armor or weapon, you have the ability to change it's appearance once every IC year (eight real life months). To do so, you must post a form below so that staff can review, accept the change, and adjust our records.

Please be advised: this does not allow you to use a "second version" of an item. 
Once an item has officially been updated, you can only use the new version of the item ICly. The old version of the item is considered officially retired and cannot be used ICly. If you wish to have a second item, it must be purchased separately.

For more information on the general restricted item process, please read this guidebook page.




Updating an Accessory

Code:
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<div class="tcat"><center><font style="font-size:20px; font-weight:bold;">Updating Accessory</font></div></center>

<u><b>Information</b></u>
<b>Character with Item:</b> @NAME - LINK TO CHARACTER ACCOUNT THAT HAS THE ITEM NEEDING TO BE UPDATED

<b>Link to original form:</b> LINK TO THE ORIGINAL FORM YOU POSTED IN THE REDEMPTION THREAD
<b>Date of Purchase:</b> WHAT DATE DID YOU PURCHASE THE ITEM TO BE UPDATED?
<b>Last Update:</b> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED SAID ITEM? IF NEVER, PUT "N/A"

<b>Old Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE OLD ITEM LOOKED LIKE
<b>New Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE NEW ITEM LOOKS LIKE
<b>Reason for Changing:</b> ANY EXPLANATION FOR CHANGING? IC REASON? OOC REASON?


<u><b>Agreement</b></u>
I understand that I can only change my character's accessory once every IC year (eight months), and that I must contact staff before doing so. If I am found using an accessory other than the one described in my profile, my purchased item will be revoked without refund. I am not able to mention this accessory in my IC posts until the staff have officially approved/redeemed it.

<b>Signed:</b> YOUR OOC NAME

~~~
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Updating an Enchantment

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<div class="tcat"><center><font style="font-size:20px; font-weight:bold;">Updating an Enchantment</font></div></center>

<u><b>Information</b></u>
<b>Character with Item:</b> @NAME - LINK TO CHARACTER ACCOUNT THAT HAS THE ITEM NEEDING TO BE UPDATED

<b>Link to original form:</b> LINK TO THE ORIGINAL FORM YOU POSTED IN THE REDEMPTION THREAD
<b>Date of Purchase:</b> WHAT DATE DID YOU PURCHASE THE ITEM TO BE UPDATED?
<b>Last Update:</b> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED SAID ITEM? IF NEVER, PUT "N/A"

<b>Old Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE OLD ENCHANTMENT DID
<b>New Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE NEW ENCHANTMENT DOES
<b>Reason for Changing:</b> ANY EXPLANATION FOR CHANGING? IC REASON? OOC REASON?


<u><b>Agreement</b></u>
I understand that I can only change my character's enchanted item once every IC year (eight months), and that I must contact staff before doing so. If I am found using an enchanted item other than the one described in my profile, my purchased item will be revoked without refund. I am not able to mention this enchanted item in my IC posts until the staff have officially approved/redeemed it.

<b>Signed:</b> YOUR OOC NAME

~~~
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Updating an Outfit

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<div class="tcat"><center><font style="font-size:20px; font-weight:bold;">Updating Outfit</font></div></center>

<u><b>Information</b></u>
<b>Character with Item:</b> @NAME - LINK TO CHARACTER ACCOUNT THAT HAS THE ITEM NEEDING TO BE UPDATED

<b>Link to original form:</b> LINK TO THE ORIGINAL FORM YOU POSTED IN THE REDEMPTION THREAD
<b>Date of Purchase:</b> WHAT DATE DID YOU PURCHASE THE ITEM TO BE UPDATED?
<b>Last Update:</b> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED SAID ITEM? IF NEVER, PUT "N/A"

<b>Old Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE OLD ITEM LOOKED LIKE
<b>New Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE NEW ITEM LOOKS LIKE
<b>Reason for Changing:</b> ANY EXPLANATION FOR CHANGING? IC REASON? OOC REASON?


<u><b>Agreement</b></u>
I understand that I can only change my character's outfit once every IC year (eight months), and that I must contact staff before doing so. If I am found using an outfit other than the one described in my profile, my purchased item will be revoked without refund. I am not able to mention this outfit in my IC posts until the staff have officially approved/redeemed it.

<b>Signed:</b> YOUR OOC NAME

~~~
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Updating Armor

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<div class="tcat"><center><font style="font-size:20px; font-weight:bold;">Updating Armor</font></div></center>

<u><b>Information</b></u>
<b>Character with Item:</b> @NAME - LINK TO CHARACTER ACCOUNT THAT HAS THE ITEM NEEDING TO BE UPDATED

<b>Link to original form:</b> LINK TO THE ORIGINAL FORM YOU POSTED IN THE REDEMPTION THREAD
<b>Date of Purchase:</b> WHAT DATE DID YOU PURCHASE THE ITEM TO BE UPDATED?
<b>Last Update:</b> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED SAID ITEM? IF NEVER, PUT "N/A"

<b>Old Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE OLD ITEM LOOKED LIKE
<b>New Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE NEW ITEM LOOKS LIKE
<b>Reason for Changing:</b> ANY EXPLANATION FOR CHANGING? IC REASON? OOC REASON?


<u><b>Agreement</b></u>
I understand that I can only change my character's armor once every IC year (eight months), and that I must contact staff before doing so. If I am found using a set of armor other than the one described in my profile, my purchased item will be revoked without refund. I am not able to mention this armor in my IC posts until the staff have officially approved/redeemed it.

<b>Signed:</b> YOUR OOC NAME

~~~
</blockquote></blockquote>


Updating a Weapon

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<div class="tcat"><center><font style="font-size:20px; font-weight:bold;">Updating Weapon</font></div></center>

<u><b>Information</b></u>
<b>Character with Item:</b> @NAME - LINK TO CHARACTER ACCOUNT THAT HAS THE ITEM NEEDING TO BE UPDATED

<b>Link to original form:</b> LINK TO THE ORIGINAL FORM YOU POSTED IN THE REDEMPTION THREAD
<b>Date of Purchase:</b> WHAT DATE DID YOU PURCHASE THE ITEM TO BE UPDATED?
<b>Last Update:</b> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU UPDATED SAID ITEM? IF NEVER, PUT "N/A"

<b>Old Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE OLD ITEM LOOKED LIKE
<b>New Item Description:</b> DESCRIBE WHAT THE NEW ITEM LOOKS LIKE
<b>Reason for Changing:</b> ANY EXPLANATION FOR CHANGING? IC REASON? OOC REASON?


<u><b>Agreement</b></u>
I understand that I can only change my character's weapon once every IC year (eight months), and that I must contact staff before doing so. If I am found using a weapon other than the one described in my profile, my purchased item will be revoked without refund. I am not able to mention this weapon in my IC posts until the staff have officially approved/redeemed it.

<b>Signed:</b> YOUR OOC NAME

~~~
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  clever words and phrases
Posted by: Eulalie - 01-12-2019, 12:47 PM - Forum: The Dawn Court - Replies (1)


The stress of the situation they had been thrust into was doing more harm than the good of having a talented healer to help their son was. Eulalie laid beside Regist, whose health seemed to change from moment to moment as she watched. She worried that each time she blinked she might miss something, might lose him. But the prince was as brave and strong as ever, holding on through it all.

He’d been awake for awhile now, long enough to see his father off as Somnus took a day to himself to hopefully unwind. But Eulalie could see the sheen of sweat on her son’s skin, the tired shadow in his eyes. So she’d gotten him to lay down so that she might read him a story. Her words weaved a world full of fantasy. Dangers abound, brave knights, powerful heroes. A world in which, like most tales, good won out over evil and everybody lived happily ever after.

The ivory woman smiled wistfully as she read, watching as slowly Regis was lulled to sleep. When at last his breathing was steady Eulalie set the book aside and, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek, stood to leave. Alba had remained behind Somnus, a connection to him should they need it, and the barn owl dutifully watched over the sleeping boy as she often did these days.

As she made her way to the door she asked Tabbriss to remain as well, and to not allow anyone that he did not trust into the room. She knew he would stand guard outside the doors as long as was asked of him. She also knew that the list of who he trusted was very short and consisted of, at most, around three individuals.

Eulalie’s steps traced an invisible path through the citadel halls, past staff and various other citizens of the court. Many, she was sure, looked on at her with pity. The mother with an ailing son. She did not meet their eyes however, her dark gaze looking straight ahead and yet at nothing. There was a weary set to her shoulders, a concerned crease to her brow.

Her meandering ended her in the great hall, quiet on a summer day when most were enjoying the time outside. She settled in at a table and her eyes occupied themselves in the grain of the wood, following the patterns it made. At some point a cup of tea, warm and relaxing, was placed before her and she gave a fleeting but grateful smile to the woman who set it down.

Eulalie was still lost in her mind when a shadow fell over her. She didn’t know how long they had been standing their for, hadn’t even heard them arrive in her trance, but the ivory woman glanced up to face the intruder on her thoughts, speaking before really looking, “Can I do something for you?”
credits


@Atreus

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  flower through disarray
Posted by: Eulalie - 01-12-2019, 12:05 PM - Forum: The Dawn Court - No Replies


we will travel this life well worn
no matter the cost, no matter how long

Eulalie walked alongside Somnus through the halls of the citadel, conflicted. She wanted to comfort him, to let him know that everything would be well and that they would get through this together. But, she also wanted to demand answers from him as she thought back to his spoken warning when they had been standing in the courtyard: ”Do not trust him.”

The ivory woman wanted to give him space and time to process as they walked, in relative silence, their hooves marking their steps throughout the castle. Their guests had been welcomed, given rooms, and were no doubt now wandering the court as they pleased. Eulalie had a feeling however that Somnus might be having an eye kept on Atreus for all the fanfare his arrival had come with; and not the good kind.

She did not know what to think, did not know how to feel. Clearly there was a history that Eulalie wasn’t aware of, and the way Somnus so clearly, so blatantly, did not like Atreus worried her. Especially for their son. If she was not to trust him, how could Regis be entrusted to his care? What if this man was the only one who could aid them? She couldn’t help but wonder if he actually would.

Once they entered their rooms, alone but for their son, sleeping behind another closed door, and the presence of their bondeds, Eulalie turned to look at Somnus. Her dark eyes took in the expression on his face, the way he stood. It pained her to see him so deeply affected by this, but in truth the anger he had displayed also frightened her. She looked at his verdant green eyes and remembered how like ice they had been. Then, unable to remain quiet any longer she finally asked. “Brother?”

"Speaking"
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@Somnus

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  she walks in beauty, like the night
Posted by: Pavetta - 01-10-2019, 09:39 PM - Forum: Summer Solstice Masquerade - No Replies



p a v e t t a - - -


Pavetta wore her best; intricate clothing and delicate jewelry that had been locked in a floral carved wooden chest that gathered dust in its disuse. She could not remember a time when there had been a happy enough occasion to wear and flaunt such finery—not after the events that had befallen Novus as of late.

It was like a breath of fresh air (free of the smoke that had plagued Dawn Court for so long) to feel the luxury of velvet on her skin, to feel the way the tassels swayed and flowed when she moved. She wore the burgundy velvet that draped like spilled wine across her shoulders and flanks and glittered like stars beneath the moonlight. The delicate circlet on her brow dripped with rubies and pearls. Gold anklets around her slender ankles made a sound like wind chimes as she walked.

Her mood was serene and her expression soft, like a still, glassy pond in the middle of the Delumine forest. Not even a ripple stirred the surface. She had sipped the plum colored wine earlier from a crystal glass and it was like tasting heaven and felt even better—surreal ecstasy that filled her with a sense of contentment and delight. Most of Delumine’s supply had been destroyed in the fires and she could not recall a sweeter taste on her lips.

She explored the dreamlike rooms alone, content to be in her own company for the time being. She wandered into the underwater room and for the second time in her life, felt like she had been transported through a portal to another dimension, to another world. A world of dreams and unexplored things and of blues and greens and dancers twirling and whirling on the ballroom tiles. 

Fish of vibrant colors and flowing fins, velvety translucent gauze flowing like the sea along the marble walls. She was transfixed, watching the golden fish hover serenely, altogether unperturbed by the lingering guests of the Night Court Masquerade. She wondered how they managed to ignore the stares, the unwavering scrutiny. Pavetta often felt like a fish in a glass globe. Would the feeling ever go away?

a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse,
creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---



@Veer

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  Opening the Gates
Posted by: Somnus - 01-10-2019, 02:10 AM - Forum: The Library - No Replies



No man was ever wise by chance.
The silence was soothing. Comfortable, almost, as though it wrapped about his gilded frame like a heartening mantle or a lover’s embrace. These halls… Archaic tomes lined the walls, rows and rows of books situated upon shelves of natural wood, concealing the largest collection of knowledge and secrets that Novus held. Many overlooked these vast hallways and wooden arches, scoffing at the notion of visiting such an ancient place, thinking it petty, or useless… But Somnus knew. He knew, and he understood.
 
With vast knowledge came vast power, but it was not the power that he sought. Instead? It was understanding. Knowing. Learning. He, a studious-minded fellow from the days of colthood, never found himself too old to read and learn. There was nothing wrong with slipping away for some time into the grand Library, smiling and nodding to the fox-like keepers of the Library. Seeing them made him think of Milo, Regis’ playful young fox kit, and the thought filled his heart with joy.
 
With the pleasant thoughts milling about his head, Somnus ventured to the large, common room. From there, he wove through the hallways towards the specified wing for Delumine’s rich history proper, bypassing bookcase upon bookcase of tomes and scrolls situated as far as the eye could see. The sounds of his hooves scraping against the ground echoed throughout the otherwise silent Library, and Alba, curious Alba, fluttered on ahead.
 
’What are you looking for?’ The question came innocently enough, manifesting itself as Alba’s voice in the back of his brain. The Dawn King’s verdant eyes lifted to focus upon the barn owl’s gliding form just above him, a golden brow arched.
 
“Anything, my dear,” he began, careful not to speak too loud. This was, after all, a Library, and it was common knowledge to always keep your voice down. “One is never too old to learn, and I find that there is still much in regards to Dawn Court’s very own history that I know little of.” That, yes, but Somnus found that he had simply begun to miss the library. He felt at home here, tucked away amidst dusty shelves and olden scrolls filled with words penned in nearly forgotten times. “But if you must know… Anything written by Simon the First. It is his words I hope to find today.”
 
Reaching the wing dedicated to Delumine’s history, Somnus took a few moments to browse the shelves. Eventually he settled on a dusty old tome, pulling it free with a good deal of caution with his telekinetic abilities. For a moment, a single moment, he thought of the time that he had unintentionally flung a book at Kasil, but quickly allowed that thought to fade. Now was not the time to think of ghosts. Instead, he clutched the book close to his chest and retired to one of the reading cushions, settling down with his knees drawn close, and began to flip leisurely through the book.
 
Nearby, Alba settled upon a branch and closed her eyes, content to nap while her bonded divulged in a book.
 

tag: @Sloane

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  volatile } morrighan log
Posted by: Morrighan - 01-10-2019, 01:15 AM - Forum: Logs - Replies (2)


— MORRIGHAN CIARDHA —
i will not bow, i will not break



BASICS

NAME: Morrighan Ciardha
GENDER: Female
AGE: 3 Years
BREED: American Paint Horse X
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
COURT: Night
RANK: Soldier


RELATIONSHIPS

NAME: --


MUSIC INSPIRATION

• "Adrenalize" & "Sick Like Me" by In This Moment
• "True Colors" by Zedd (Kesha version)
• Halestorm; mainly "I Am The Fire", "Mayhem" & "I Miss The Misery"
• Breaking Benjamin; mainly "I Will Not Bow" & "Breath"
• "Bitter Taste" & "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace
• "Blood" & "The Fighter" by In This Moment
• "If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray
• "Jekyll And Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch
• "Graveyard Dancing" by Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows
• "My Darkest Hour" by Scary Kids Scaring Kids
• "It Has Begun" by Starset
• MCR; mainly "Helena" and "To The End"
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• "Doomed" by Bring Me The Horizon
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  hymns of salt and terror;
Posted by: Amaroq - 01-09-2019, 10:43 PM - Forum: Terminus Sea - Replies (1)


in his own country
Death can be kind


For many days Amaroq keeps to the sea. 

Like a seal he spends the daylight hours idling in the shallows, occasionally diving deep to twine himself in the kelp, to wander across the seagrass without touching a hoof to the ocean bed. Only once the sun has set does he drift in with the tide, surging pale and quick as a wave and fading like a glimmer of moonlight into the forest to hunt. 

Though he loves the moonlight hours, though he suffers under the hot glare of the summer sun this far from his frigid home, it eats at the kelpie that it must be so. He should not be the one in hiding. But this place is still too new to him, and Amaroq can be as patient as a glacier until he understands if there is danger, and where it lies. 

It is a rare day that drives him further inland at last. 

A summer storm has swept in from the sea, a wailing wind that lashes the waves up against the coast. If it were not for the rain that came along with it Amaroq might have kept to the depths, but the downpour is cool against his shoulders and along his back as he stands amid the stones of shore, and he is ready to taste something other than salt on his tongue. 

There is no sound but the rain against the leaves as he disappears into the darkness of the forest, the air heavy with the smell of brine and petrichor and pine. He moves pale as a ghost beneath their boughs, silver as the rain and white as the foam of the waves. Despite the cool rain on his back, frost draws patterns on his skin, and his breath is a mist. 

No part of him blends in here, and yet he hunts. 

His prey do not know he is a predator; they smell only a horse, and only the sea. The saltwater washes the blood from his skin like a mother’s tongue. To the hare and the foxes and the deer he is only another unicorn - 

and oh, how the beasts of the forest love unicorns. 

So he can already taste the copper on his tongue when a doe crosses his path. She pauses midstep, uncertain in the rain, and turns her dark and liquid eyes on him. Amaroq arches his neck like a prince; the tip of his horn dips graceful as a saber. Her wariness falters, and she flicks her large ears at him. Between them, in the little current of rainwater washing back to the sea, ice begins to form filaments like pale cracks. 

“Come,” he says in a voice like new snow, “let me see you,” and she bobs her head but takes a step toward him. Still Amaroq does not smile, but regards her with his pale and empty eyes, and she halves the distance that separates them. Oh, he is ravenous now, and his teeth are sharp as he runs his tongue across them, waiting, patient. She is near enough he can make out her eyelashes, even in the rain. Overhead the wind is moaning still and if they had shadows they would soon meet - 

There is a crackling of limbs, the snap of a branch. The doe flinches and bounds away, her tail a flag behind her, never looking back with those dark-moon eyes, and Amaroq snarls like thunder and lashes his tail even as he turns toward the source of the noise. 

A figure stands there, equine, dark with the rain and the shadow of the trees. Though frustration and hunger flex leonine claws within him he only stands, silent and pale, as ice crackles around his feet. 




@Euryale if you want, otherwise open!

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