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Post by savannauni on Feb 25, 2016 17:11:49 GMT -6
A Kingdom of Isolation
Characters: Zestoka and Muiris
Plot: Zet has been know to disappear and reappear either a few hours or days later. Curious of where she disappears to Mui decides to follow her. As he follows her he finds himself standing in front of a large castle hidden in the mountains. But before Mui realizes it Zet has spotted him, and she isn't happy, but with night falling and a storm setting in the two are stuck together. |
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Post by savannauni on Feb 25, 2016 17:37:26 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
The large grullo mare made her way though the snow covered forest. Her strong legs and body created a pathway for herself trough the pale cold powder that lay thickly on the ground. She paused next to a barren tree trunk and looked around. Knitting her eye brows in concentration her turquoise eyes scanned the surrounding desolate forest. Seeing no other horse visible in the white and brown landscape she let out a sigh of relief and trotted off.
Her whole mood changed as she grew closer to her destination. Finally out of excitement she picked up her front legs and rocketed into a canter taking off down a small slop then looking up at the architecture left over from the years. Eagerness seemed to exuded from her as she looked up at the white stone structure. 4 large spirals were posted on each side. Where once large mahogany doors stood to keep warmth in only on door remained hanging ajar from the hinges.Even from this far away she had to crank her head up to see the beginning of the black roof. She walked calmly up the few steps and then squeazed her large body though the small opening the door created. As soon as she entered she was in a large lobby like area on each side where paintings used to hang only a few remained on walls, some had been stolen or had fallen off from their original places. Her hoof steps echoed on the marble floors as she walked down the hall ways and to what she thought was once a throne room. This was even larger than the lobby. A massive amount of stairs stood on the opposite side of the room as her. On the walls to her sides huge windows hung. Some were missing almost all the glass while only a few windows were intact.
From here she could see then sun being swallowed by the mountains in the distance. She walked in and over shattered glass that laid on the floor. Old tapestries hung on the walls and old brittle weapons made from iron paired with shields still remained attacked to the wall. Across from her was a large throne, unmoved though the years that passed. A large stain glass window depicting a elk with fire surrounding it could still be made out with the remaining glass. There were openings on each side of the throne leading to more rooms behind it. Zet climbed the stairs and made her way to the throne. All while pretending she was a leader of a kingdom in her mind. Her steps were quite gracefuly and she almost looked as if she could be royalty.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 0:36:14 GMT -6
Muiris
- War-Forged Raider -
Over the past week or so, Muiris had elected to set up camp among the thick forest of Onea, mainly because the wind had been a bitch lately and the trees provided at least some cover. But what he wasnt expecting was a certain unicorn that seemed to pass by regularly. At first, he hadnt thought much of it. She would pass quickly, as if she had something on her mind, and would disappear. And that was how the roaned stallion left it. His curiosity started to peak, however, when he seemed to be noticing her pass through quite a bit more than usual.
Once again, he saw the mare pass. He saw her shadow against the side of the green canvas tent, grabbing his attention as she swiftly moved through the thick snow outside. Quickly, as if to not miss her, the stallion hauled himself to his hooves and crawled out from his warm tent, the cold air of the outside elements clinging to his thick coat and causing a chill to run down his spine. He watched as she checked her surroundings, and then continued off at a soft trot. Muiris furrowed his brow together, glancing back at his homey little tent. He could follow, but what if that was invading her privacy? He could just stay home, forget about it, and move out tomorrow if it bothered him that much.. He glanced back in the direction the mare had disappeared in..
Ah, fuck it.
Muiris sprung into a quick trot, placing his hooves carefully where she had placed hers. It was a silly thought, but maybe she wouldnt notice that she had been followed if he tried to keep his prints on hers? He continued to follow her at a decent distance, ducking away if she ever looked back. The trees started to thin, the wind picking up ever so slightly from the lack of cover. The stallion's dark hair flowed softly in the breeze, flopping against his neck as he sprang into a canter to keep up with the runaway stranger. How odd.. He thought. He didnt see any reason to run.
Suddenly, the presence of a large, old, stone structure seemed to grow from the ground as he got closer- the sight of an abandoned castle peeking his interest. Muiris slowed to a walk, and eventually stopping when they grew near, but the mare slipped right in and disappeared through a small hole in the door. Muiris' breath caught in his throat as he craned his neck back, his gaze drifting across every articulate detail of the castle before him. Pillars swirled up the structure, hand-crafted designs chiseled into the stone. Whoever had made this made it with great, extensive care. Slowly, he started making his way toward the doors the mare had squeezed through, taking it upon himself to follow suit. His hooves landed on marble flooring, clopping and echoing as he made his way through the entrance. HIs eyes lit up, a smile finding its place on his lips as he soaked in every intricate detail of the abandoned castle. His eyes jumped from stairs to the walls, old stained glass windows and ornaments on the walls. This place was truly breathtaking.
His eyes landed on a small table, an old sword sitting upon its edge, catching the light of the setting sun and gleaming in the stallion's gaze. Interest perked, he shuffled his way over to the table. He tried his hardest to keep his hooves from making too much of a racket, but i was proving to be difficult on these hardened floors. Carefully, with a star-struck gaze, the stallion picked up the old sword and held it before him, spinning it around and soaking in every little detail. He glanced once behind his shoulder, checking to make sure the mare hadnt noticed his presence, and then allowed a wide grin to take over his features. He had always wanted to play with a sword..
Taking light, floating steps over the marble beneath his hooves, the stallion held the sword before him and pretended to fight his reflection in the window across the room. He didnt have the greatest form or skill, but he remembered playing knights with his siblings with rotted branches. It was sorta the same, right? Excitement started to rise in his chest as he danced with the sword, jabbing at imaginary enemies and dodging fake attacks. He had almost forgotten that he was trying to be stealthy.. that was until his hip bumped a table and a lamp went crashing to the floor. The stallion froze, his heart jumping into his chest, eyes wide and ears back as he glanced back at the damage. Several little glass pieces scattered the floor, the sound of the break echoing in his ears.
Oh shit.
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Post by savannauni on Feb 28, 2016 23:20:25 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
Zet closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She let her imagination run wild and free. The large mare imagined herself as the queen, no king insight of course. The castle was gleaming its polished white, everything put back in place and fixed. None of the broken glass or the broken doors left out. She had servants cleaning and preparing food for her and her guests. The throne room was warm, on the walls hung flags with her chosen colors, a layer of black, a layer of a royal purple, and a thin line of silver separating the colors. She could see everything perfectly. Her subjects looked up to her with awe and inspiration. Her hero's such as Hira and Bahar even smiled and bowed their heads with respect. A silver crown was sitting on her head, representing the weight of her kingdom and wealth. A hopeful smile tugged at her lips and she envisioned it all. But then the dream shattered into a million pieces, just like the lamp Muiris had accidentally knocked off the table.
Zestoka's eyes flew open and blinked, looking at Muiris. Just like him she was petrified her large teal eyes wide in shock. Her mind was blank for a minuet then a rush of emotions hit her like a wave. First it was embarrassment, her cheeks grew pink and she looked completely rattled and a bit anxious. Then it was a wave of anger and the feeling of something had been taken away form her. She had no idea who this stallion was, and she couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. "wh-" Her voice was small, fearful even, but she quickly regained control over it and bellowed "What are you doing here?!" Her voice echoed across the throne room, bouncing off the stone walls. Zet's face was still a bright pink and while her voice was aggressive she was suddenly overcome with bashfulness.
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