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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 26, 2018 22:48:07 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?" 
The War Lord's Road | Late Morning
The one thing he loathed about his surroundings was how bitterly cold it was. It had been a shock to his system when he... Awoke, he supposed, and it still was now. The bear pelt he had stolen from the blacksmith not more then a week ago helped some, but he was still bitterly cold, almost to the point of taking his mane out of its pristine style to let it fall more thickly over his neck and preserve some warmth.
But then that would be an offense to his character, a flaw he could not let exist, despite the strangers he encountered so often. They might not care about his appearance and pristine exterior, but it helped make a much more intimidating first impression. Teeth and horns glinting in the bright sunlight was a useful thing to sow fear into hearts and minds, but he needed something other then just those. That's where his spear, his polished exterior, came in. Lightpiercer, a glorious bronze spear decorated with symbols of the sun and mountains, was a beautiful weapon. One he felt comfortable wielding, something... Familiar, oddly enough.
And with that spear in his grip now, Sköll stalked along the War Lord's Road, hidden in the trees, his bright coat and horns rippling like a mirage through the shadowed woods. He was a lion, creeping, stalking, listening. Of course, he would not go as low as to actually crawl. That was something he could not do. But his steps were light, elegant, flowing, causing a quiet rustle of the snow as he moved. It had taken time to adjust to the soft white powder under his hooves, but slowly he had adjusted, and learned to move with grace for the most part.
Two weeks of enduring the elements, two weeks of hunting and... Borrowing, from passing travelers. No thief was he, he was merely borrowing their belongings to better himself. Of course, he was a Kirin, he was in the right to borrow their things. Common horses, Pegasi, equines with fish fins upon their backs... All of them were unworthy to even just look upon his presence. They did not deserve such an honor. But they deserved to serve him by giving their belongings up. They were good for one thing at least.
The Kirin halted, his ears flicking, nostrils blowing out clouded air. He heard... Footsteps. Someone was coming. Swiftly moving behind a large, thick trunked tree nearby the road itself, Sköll sat, and waited, slowly pulling Lightpiercer from its holster upon his side. It was time to borrow once more. |
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 27, 2018 13:49:39 GMT -6
Uriel These broken limbs are worn and tired
But our words are not yet written
Our ember still burning inside
  
x | x When Uriel had first awoken, gagging on their own breath and their body fighting to restart itself, the snow hadn’t brought any bite. Rising on unsteady feet with their mind pulsing with memories and thoughts that were foggy yet somehow extremely clear at the same time, Uriel had stumbled their way to Skeldr. Practically foaming at the mouth and their mind still ablaze, Uriel had been ‘lucky’ to have that family take them in, to nourish them and let them regain their strength. No thanks uttered or no reward promised they had done it out of the goodness of their heart… with a pinch of fear added in when Uriel had flashed their fangs and horns numerous times.
Overtime Uriel had left them, pushing on forward towards the looming mountain. It was familiar but oh so different and Uriel swore they could hear the distant sound of something powerful roaring a sad song, the sound of wing beats never too far away. It taunted Uriel, there was something on the tip of their tongue but they could never recall it; only a name came. Elanora. It had practically drove Uriel out of their mind, adding to their angered mood swings. But Uriel had pushed past it, had shoved their way into a blacksmiths forge (with help from that family) and had begun to craft a new set of armour.
They had felt like they were missing something, a weight that had once brought comfort to them in the darkest of times. Uriel had let their instincts take over, had spent over two months recrafting the armour that had once been theirs. The glaive had come next, though with some objection from the forge master (Uriel had flashed their fangs then, and that had been enough to sway the hardened forgemaster) With the set completed, Uriel had left without a single word.
From then on things had only seemed to go downhill, starting with the run in with the war-forged scouts who had camped out in a cave for the night. Uriel had little choice but to stay with them, seething as the storm raged outside. Then those damned Raiders had arrived, had spat at them and called Uriel a monster. Uriel would have struck them all down right then and there, but something had whispered in their mind and they had retreated, for the first time in their new life, emotionally distressed. The only upside had been running into another of their kind, so much brighter and warmed than Uriel. They had clashed at first, all teeth and horns trying to gauge if what they were seeing was real. But it had been, and Uriel had promised to meet again.
Now they found themselves walking down the largest road in Onea. Truly they didn’t know where they were going, their feet merely dragged them along. The cold stung still, but the warm lining of their armour chased it away. Uriel would never get used to it though, the damnable freeze. Lost in their thoughts, Uriel had barely caught the sound of something rustling just beyond the road. Silver teke lingered on the handle of the glaive, ears pushed back as they waited.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 27, 2018 14:45:18 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Sköll sat, he waited, his blue teke grip quietly adjusting on the wooden body of Lightpiercer. Yes, he confirmed it now, those were footsteps. He did not peer around the rock just yet, instead waiting for the traveler to grow closer. But footsteps faded away into silence which made his brows furrow and lip curl slightly. Did they hear him? How could they have heard him? Most assumed any noise he made was simply snow falling from a tree, or a wild animal passing through... They weren't expecting him, a Kirin. He forced back an irritated snort, controlling himself with slow, calm inhales and exhales out his mouth. They should be moving. Coming to him. Not he to they. They didn't deserve his grace approaching them.
The stallion's weight shifted on his feet, ears flattened against his head, one ragged, one perfect. How dare they suspect something. He was an honorable Kirin, he was not going to harm them unless he had to for self defense! With baited breath, he stilled his soul, despite the flaming tempest that comprised it, and forced himself to sit. But impatience grew. He was not one to wait easily. A snarl sitting upon his face now, baring his fangs, his grip tightened on the body of the spear. How dare they. Make him actually come to them! How dare they!
He was still for a few heartbeats, and then he moved, lunging out from his hiding place, blue slitted eyes scanning the road for a moment before finding a darker form standing there. In his haste, Sköll merely glanced over many details, deciding it was a unicorn from the silhouette, and charged forward, spear at the ready, teeth bared in preparation for battle. It gave him a sense of power, some familiar feeling that he couldn't identify. It was like that with much of what he remembered... 'Remembered.'
But the feeling of a spear in his grip, the charge into battle, he felt something on an instinctual level, saying this was natural, right, something he was destined for. So he accepted it, his gaze fluttering over their belongings to see what he could gain from this. |
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 27, 2018 19:18:23 GMT -6
Uriel These broken limbs are worn and tired
But our words are not yet written
Our ember still burning inside
x | x As Uriel stilled, the air seemed to still as well. Drawing Vynayl from its holder, Uriel stood stock still, Slitted eyes glaring at the treeline where the noise had first come from. Bandits were common, as were raiders, they knew this. It was why they had recrafted the armour, that familiar weight settled against their back once more; reassuring and calming and just rooting Uriel to the world once again. The silver glaive glinted threateningly in the morning sunlight, sparkles of light reflecting onto Uriel’s coat and armour. The scales on Uriel’s back seemed to itch, fangs slowly being shown as Uriel grew more and more impatient. If they wanted to attack, then they best do it now before Uriel dashed into the forest and attacked them first.
But then suddenly the brute was dashing out from his hiding space, blue horns flashing in the sunlight. A damned unicorn had been brave enough to try and best Uriel?! Rearing back with a roar, Uriel had little time before he was upon them, warm coat a stark contrast to Uriel’s colder colours. Jamming their shoulder forward, Uriel used Vynayl as a middle ground to meet and push back against the assailant. No petty thief would gain the upper hand on Uriel today.
Using gravity of their rear to force the thief back, Uriel took the opportunity to try and snap at his face, steely slit to a mere line. But something buzzed in the back of their mind as they were greeted by another slitted pair of eyes. Well, that was new now wasn’t it.
Unlocking themselves from the stallion, Uriel jumped back and restored to circling with the so called unicorn, seizing him up and taking a damned moment to realize that he too was a kirin.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 27, 2018 23:29:17 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Sköll returned the roar with a vigorous one of his own, noticing the weapon and catching it with Lightpiercer's metal tines to keep it from hurting him. Close range was not his forte, not something his weapon would allow. He needed space, and the force pushing against him just gave him more reason to retreat a small distance to give himself the upper hand, yet his thoughts were harshly interrupted by a snap of teeth. The snap earned a snarl in return, fangs gleaming, gaze piercing through the veil, but he could not make out much yet. He growled, letting them jump back, twirling his spear before returning it to his side in a ready position, his tail lashing, lips tightly curled back over his gums.
Muscles tense, Sköll stayed still, only shifting his weight back and forth as he took the time to look over his opponent more carefully. The horns gave him pause. They did not look like Unicorn horns. Antlers more so... Kirins were the only equines who had antlers. As far as he could remember... He noticed spines, which appeared to not be the same material as the metal armor... Scales? He had back spines himself, parts of his glorious, gleaming scales... Nothing else screamed Kirin to him however. Cloven hooves, the long tail, that all could simply be unicorn. But there was one thing...
Snorting, he would not let his guard down, but he would not attack again. Until he was sure, that was. "Kirin?" He called out, voice rumbling with a growl of caution. "Let me see your eyes." That would be what told. Kirins were unique, powerful beings, with eyes unlike any others. It was one of their many glorious traits which put them above all other species. He would allow them a brief moment to check... If denied... He could certainly put their armor to good use.
But the thought of perhaps encountering another of his kind sent a shiver through him, one not from the cold. He'd seen nothing but unicorns, common horses, an occasional pegasi. His own kind? Not until this slim chance. Sköll wanted to see another of his kind, someone who was actually worthy of his presence and attention. Who might... Know something about this lack of memories he was faced with. Shaking his head slightly, his lips lowered a slight amount to cover his fangs more in what he hoped was a less threatening gesture, to encourage trust. The veil was there for a reason, but he needed them to feel comfortable to reveal that reason to him. |
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 28, 2018 13:26:11 GMT -6
Uriel These broken limbs are worn and tired
But our words are not yet written
Our ember still burning inside
x | x With both parties settling a distance away from each other, the air seemed to still once again. The cold air raced up Uriel’s spine as the adrenaline from their rush at each other faded away, settling in the core of their heart once again. Uriel’s breath came in steady puffs, forming in front of their nostrils before disappearing into the frigid air once more. Uriel would not make the first move, would wait to see what the Kirin in front of themselves did. Vynayl hovered low, silver teke ready to spring it forward and act as a defensive barrier once more if needed.
Uriel could see how the Kirin before them eyes moved, most likely taking in all the details that separated a kirin and a unicorn and unfortunately, there was not much. Uriel had always been conscious of their lack of glittering scales or silky hair that more aesthetically pleasing kirins carried. When Uriel was younger the fact that the only scales that rose from their body was the spines along their back used to sadden her deeply, realizing that things like that would never grow in in time. All Uriel could do at that time was pray that their horns would make up for the fact that they were practically scaleless. Of course, given the circumstances, Uriel could not recall that, could only recall the timidness that threatened to crawl under their skin. The weight of their armour sought to chase that feeling away.
Taking in the Kirin in front of them once again, Uriel’s ears had perked forward as the brute spoke. Uriel would have been offended if anyone lesser than a Kirin called out to them like that, but in this circumstance, Uriel knew that the Kirin was only being cautious. The kirin shifted stances, mouth falling closed as he asked to see Uriel’s eyes. Vyanyl lowered more, and with one swift move of their teke, Uriel’s helm and veil were pulled away, silver blue and slitted eyes meeting the bright blue of the other Kirins “I am a kirin” they confirmed, stepping ever so closer so that the stallion could take a better look at Uriel’s eyes.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 28, 2018 13:44:01 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
It pleased him to see that his gesture of hesitant peace had gained a degree of trust. He watched intently as the teke gripped the helmet, ripping it and the veil away- His head lifted, a sharp breath being drawn in through his clenched teeth. Slitted eyes. His own eyes widening, Sköll lowered Lightpiercer, ears swiveling forward in a more curious symbol then anything else. Kirin. Someone else... The voice sent a shiver down his spine, his scales rattling lightly. The accent was the same as his own. Everyone he had encountered sounded odd, wrong, different. But this was right.
He took a few steps forward, his lips finally falling down all the way to entirely cover his teeth. "Kirin..." He echoed quietly, processing this all and trying to figure out the best response. Hm. It would be best to explain himself and apologize, yes? He needed friends in this wasteland of ice and snow. "My apologies for the attack," he began, dipping his head slightly. "I did not know you were one of ash and fire like myself." Sköll continued, putting Lightpiercer away and offering a smile. "It is difficult to survive... Wherever this is. I regretfully have resorted to savagery to simply live day-to-day. Most unbecoming of me, do accept my apologies." He dipped his head once more before meeting the other's eyes once again. Kirin, kirin, kirin... Finally. Something familiar to him. Something he could actually recognize.
Slowly moving forward, Sköll looked over them, wondering if he maybe had known them before... Whatever caused his mind to go blank. Did they know him? Did they know something he didn't? Their armor, their eyes, nothing rang a bell, unfortunately. "I beg your pardon, this may be rude and abrupt of me but... Do you know where we are? Or... Anything? I am faced with a blank wall when I try to recall anything past a week ago when I first encountered the snow under my feet and the blistering cold." Hm. He was too desperate for answers... He did not wish to be indebted to this Kirin, despite being one of similar blood. He should slow his questions. The warm colored Kirin stopped a few steps away from them, gently tugging the pelt tied around his shoulders and draped over his back higher up his neck to combat a ripple of cold crawling through him.
With a small amount of focus, he managed to conjure one of the light orbs that had appeared with him that night. They had minds of their own, but they stayed close, and they provided mild warmth, so he would tolerate their existence. |
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 29, 2018 18:33:20 GMT -6
Uriel These broken limbs are worn and tired
But our words are not yet written
Our ember still burning inside
x | x Uriel held their breath as the other kirin stepped closer to inspect their eyes, pupils contracting more as the harsh light from the morning sun filtered through the trees. Uriel rarely took their veil off, only other kirins were worthy of seeing their face and it had the added bonus of shielding Uriel’s eyes from the harsh light of the sun. Their own lip finally settled, fangs hidden now in a reflected sign of peace. When the Kirin was satisfied, Uriel carefully dawned their helmet once more, a muscle memory that came as easy as breathing. Settling the veil properly into place, Uriel regarded the Kirin in front of them.
Uriel followed his movements as the Kirin processed the information, his accent most certainly different from any commoner Uriel had encountered previously. Distant yet familiar, though it rang no bells in Uriel’s mind. When he apologized, Uriel dipped their own head in regard, accepting his words as true. If he had been rose from the dead like Uriel had, then they surely understood why he would so openly attack another horse. Uriel had nearly torn the head off of the first other horse they had encountered, sending him fleeing home. When he apologized again, Uriel merely hummed their acknowledgement.
Though they had only just met, Uriel found themselves listening intently to their words. He had only been arisen for a week?... Uriel had counted ever blasted day they had spent in this damned cold land, nearly three months had passed since they had first arose. So Kirin’s were rising at different times… It made Uriel’s headache just trying to think of what this could mean. It didn’t help that almost everything in their mind was still foggy.
When the stallion had finally stopped speaking, Uriel took a moment to watch the orb of light before answering at least some of his questions. “We are in Onea.” The word almost sounded wrong in Uriel’s accent “ We have been reborn in the home of the War-Forged. Hardened brutes who live in this insufferable place,” Carefully, Uriel sheathed Vynayl “ But… I find myself in the same situation as yourself. When I awoke, I could recall little. Even with three months of being alive I still can remember little, only… personal things” they finished, lips pursed “You are perhaps the second other Kirin I have encountered."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 30, 2018 19:04:24 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Onea... Something was familiar, but unknown about the word. He could not recall anything about such a place, about the inhabitants, the culture, the location... War-Forged was another word that he felt he almost remembered something about. But nothing came, no matter how hard Sköll wracked his brain. Infuriating. He tossed his head lightly in frustration, legs flexing taunt just to relax a moment later. Hardened brutes were right. The one elderly unicorn he met had been weak, but stubborn. He could not fight, but he survived, endured, even if he had no chance of winning. Worthless to fight against.
Brows furrowing, Sköll gave a low hum of reluctant acceptance. So they could not recall anything either? ...Interesting, yet difficult to work with. Even after they had existed for three months, they remembered little... It did not seem like there was much hope for his own memories... His ears pricked. Only the second? "And you are my first." was his own reply, tail slowly swishing. He was quiet for a moment, exhaling heavily through his nose. "While it is disappointing to hear a lack of answers, I am at least pleased to see one of my own kind." He lowered his head somewhat. There was no need to cut an intimidating, authoritative figure at the current moment. "All I have seen have been inferior beings. Wings, fins... Nothing beautiful to be seen." He sneered, hesitating.
"Where are my manners. My name is Sköll." He dipped his head. "A week of living in the woods and I've turned into a disrespectful heathen." He shook his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to study the other kirin once more. Hm. It was easy to see why he had mistaken them for a Unicorn now that he looked at them again. The veil hid things quite well. Unfortunately he couldn't pass as easily, be seen in locations other then the woods... After all, he didn't know if Kirins were actually accepted here or not.. After all, the encounter with the elderly Unicorn had suggested they weren't. Shouting at him like he was a demon, attempting to attack him. It had been entertaining, regardless, but not promising for his own future in this location... Where was he meant to go exactly? He had no desire to remain in the woods for the rest of his life. It was no place for a Kirin to live. |
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Post by PaganStars on Apr 3, 2018 12:53:00 GMT -6
Uriel These broken limbs are worn and tired
But our words are not yet written
Our ember still burning inside
x | x Uriel watched as the stallion before them slowly processed the new information that they had provided them. To be frank it was a lot to take in, especially since his… rebirth? (honestly, Uriel had no idea what to call it. One minute they were dead and the next they weren’t) Nonetheless, they both had a lot of uncertainty in their future.
Slowly, Uriel nodded at his words, deciding to stay they’re normal silent self and let the blue-horned Kirin lead the conversation, ask the questions and in general fill the air with talk. The mention of those below them earned a snort from Uriel, nodding firmly once. His words were true, no other horse could compare to a Kirin and all Uriel had seen were damned commoners. For a moment Uriel wondered if he the one before them had attacked Uriel because of how little Kirin features their body had… setting that debate aside for a later fight, Uriel flicked their ears forward as the other Kirin, Sköll as he had said, finally introduced himself.
“I am Uriel,” they bowed their head deeply, matching what Sköll had done. “And there are no worries about your actions, in these strange circumstances, they are deemed necessary. In this new world where we are treated… almost like monsters “ it came out as a snarl, how dare they think of Kirin’s that way. They knew nothing “we must always watch our backs. Now... why don't we finish this conversation around the warmth of a campfire, and not standing the middle of a road?" Uriel propositioned, Beginning to move forward. "I have somewhere safe where we can stay and chat"
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Apr 9, 2018 15:33:10 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Sköll's lips curled into a grin when he noticed the agreement on his view of the other species. Good. He had found a resource, an ally. Uriel. He locked the word into his memory. It was not difficult. He had far more space then he would like. Sköll, Uriel... Hati... Those were the only names he could remember. It would not be hard to forget their name. He was satisfied with the response he gained, slowly nodding, and his own mouth twisting into a snarl at the mention of their treatment.
Monsters, yes. True, it had sent a thrill up his spine to be viewed with such reverent fear, but it had also been the thing to drive him out here, in the middle of nowhere. Despicable. He was meant to be shown fear, respect, but to walk among them still, without being attacked. Like that blacksmith. "Yes, indeed we must," he murmured quietly. So, it did seem like the equines in... Onea, had little love or respect for Kirins. Hm. He must work on instilling such values into the lesser beings. Find a proper place to operate from, start gaining more allies... He already had one now, after all. Surely there were more Kirins then himself... If he and Uriel were the only ones... Hm. Then he would need to rethink his plans.
His ears pricked at the mention of a campfire. "It would be an absolute pleasure, I have been out here for far too long. I swear my scales must have been exchanged for ice." Someplace safe... How safe? Was it secluded, with it being just the two of them? Or would there be other species, but ones who showed proper respect, with gazes averted, heads bowed... Now he could see the allure of the veil the other wore, as it surely must be to hide their glory from the unworthy. Perhaps he would think of doing the same... But, his eyes, his fangs, to hide them would be to hide his power... He could do no such thing. Sköll offered Uriel a smile as they moved forward. "I truly am fortunate to have encountered another worthy being, your kindness will not be forgotten." |
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