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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. 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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Character of the Season
Avdotya

Member of the Season
Jeanne

Thread of the Season
.. Cool your fever ..

Pair of the Season
Ipomoea and Messalina

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Bexley gives him a cold, dark, beautiful smile. “Wanna see a trick?” she asks, eyes glowing with feral self-satisfaction. The bare of her teeth in a mock-grin is nothing less than terrifying. “I can make you see ghosts.” do the hungry ever sleep?

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Private - The King and the Glaive
Somnus — Dawn Court Sovereign Signos: 285
▶ Played by Sparrow [PM] Posts: 88 — Threads: 17
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 17
▶ 7 [Year 495 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: Alba (Barn Owl)
#1

SOMNUS



The sun was beginning to dip just beyond the horizon when he found Ulric behind the citadel. Somnus stood quietly for some time against the courtyard wall, hanging back, simply watching the Warden as he moved. Ulric had always been an exceptional warrior. In Vallen, in Novus, it didn’t matter. The roan moved with a graceful fluidity that Somnus could never even hope to replicate. Yes, he was graceful and dignified in his own way, but he would never be able to master the pure battle brilliance and stature that he had seen in so many soldiers.

Above them both, Alba whirled about in wide circles in the air, moving silently along the breeze with practiced ease. Should Ulric spot the barn owl, he would know that Somnus was not too far behind; the two were rarely apart. Just for show, Alba let out a shriek that pierced the cool evening air, a valiant cry for one still so young.

It was only when the Warden noticed that he was no longer alone and turned golden eyes his way did Somnus smile, emerald depths glittering with open admiration.

“You’ll drive yourself into the ground at this rate,” he stated in greeting, his accent a deep rumble with warmth and affection, “But an immaculate performance, as always.” Somnus hoped, belatedly, that Ulric didn’t mind his scrutiny, that he had watched as the roan had pushed himself through his paces. He wondered, abruptly, what kind of relationship Ulric had developed towards Kasil. Had they been on as personal a relationship as he and Ipomoea had been with the former King? Or did Ulric only regard Kasil as just that; a King he needed to serve?

The tactician approached, the earth passing by leisurely beneath his hooves. He moved towards the glaive with an elegant confidence, still smiling, completely at ease. Around Ulric, there was no hiding. There were never any reasons for political masks to be held up, for emotions to be grappled back and held behind a front of forced chivalry. Around him, Somnus could simply be himself, and he knew that his sudden gain of power would not change how Ulric viewed him. He was, and always would be, ‘Twinkle Toes.’

Twinkle Toes, the Dawn King of Delumine. He snorted.

Distance lessened so that they were mere inches apart and Somnus breathed in, feeling his stresses melt away. Ulric’s scent, the smell of sweat and a unique musk all his own, were oddly soothing. They were familiar. It smelled like home. Reaching out, the dunalino pressed his muzzle against his Warden’s warm shoulder, an intimate greeting that spoke of trust and friendship, of brotherhood. For a few selfish moments he remained quiet, trying to think of the words to say. Eventually he pulled back, let out a long, measured breath, and found Ulric’s golden gaze with troubled verde.

“We need to talk. Might I borrow a moment of your time?”





@Ulric <3


"'Tact' is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip."

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Ulric — Dawn Court Warden Signos: 1,100
▶ Played by Dingo [PM] Posts: 48 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 14
▶ 8 [Year 494 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: N/A
#2

THE PATH TO HEAVEN

RUNS THROUGH MILES OF CLOUDED HELL


The fall of the sun marked the beginning of his day – somewhat backwards, perhaps, for one that called the Dawn Court home. But with darkness came the cover necessary for an attack, and with so few having taken up arms in Delumine and even fewer trained for such an occasion, Ulric had made it his personal duty to scout as much of the perimeter as he could each and every night. It left him feeling drained more often than not, but for his country, however new it may be to him, he was willing and ready to do anything to keep it safe.


As the sun made its final descent beyond the horizon, Ulric was set to move out, shaking the sleep from his mind and grasping on to that warrior mentality necessary to stay sharp in the depths of the forest surrounding the citadel. As with the start of each evening, the Warden assured his body was ready for the long night, pushing himself through a set of various stretches and stretching his legs out. Soon he was prepared to leave, only, the gallant cry of an owl overheard drew his attention away long enough for the roan to notice that he wasn’t quite alone. Drawing to a halt, Ulric turned, eyes of gold searching for the familiar form of his long-time friend – Somnus, the Regent of their fair Court.


His dark lips curled upward at the sight of him, thankful to see the man out rather than tucked away in the folds of the citadel. “We haven’t had a single breech as of yet – and I intend to keep it that way, Mister Regent.” The title was spoken with a grin, teasing and with jest, but one need only to look upon the face of the Warden to see that he was more proud of the man standing before him than anything else.


Somnus drew nearer, and at his brotherly act, Ulric was all too content to reciprocate by bumping his velveteen muzzle against the crook of the Regent’s neck. Stepping back to put a leisurely distance between them, the roan made to speak, but was met only by a perturbed emerald gaze. Cocking one ear back when the dunalino spoke, Ulric furrowed his brow with concern and offered a cursory nod of his head. “You can have all the moments you need,” he promised, the prior exuberance of his voice falling to something far more solemn. “What’s on your mind?"







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