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I Come With Ghosts - Lotherarius - 02-17-2016 see— I’ve already waited too long and all my hope is gone. A new world. It leaped into his deep azure pools with little hesitation as his handsome bodice was carried through the massive trees that had rooted themselves into this land. There was little grass here as the cold winds swept around the pillars that gave movement to the warlord chief. With his neck holding his skull high his emotions did little to collaborate. He might have looked as if he were happy to be here but inside, the blood-red bodice was churning up a storm of ifs and buts about whether this was somewhere that could contain him. Lotherarius was here, and he was apprehensive. What would happen in this world? His paranoid frenzy of letting his pools dart in each and every direction was making him slightly jumpy, but he knew deep down that there was nothing in this place that could hurt him (or was there?). His thoughts instantly went back to a similar situation where he had mistakenly thought of a land as his new home in his search for happiness, only to be cruelly cast aside. Yet looking at the immense kalidoscope of colours that still remained through this early beginning of Frostfall, with the birds still making their song heard through the chill winds, the brute thought that perhaps this time he would have success. "What is this place?" His tone was deep yet soft as he spoke to himself. Lotherarius attempted to map out in his mind what this terraria was like, but it was clouded with uncertainty. [OOC: I have nowhere in particular for where I would like to place him, anyone can join!] Lotherarius image credits RE: I Come With Ghosts - Myrrine - 02-17-2016
@Lotherarius RE: I Come With Ghosts - Orithia - 02-18-2016
The rose's petals were ripped and stained, but the thorns still glinted with vicious points as they swelled with the blood of a King. Her breathing was laborious and pain blurred the edges of her vision as she weaved slowly between tree trunks. The world was melding and separating before her as the agony of her mangled wing toyed with conscious thought. As her wing dragged uselessly over the uneven earth, it played the part of macabre paint brush, leaving wide swaths of blood in its wake. Orithia was sure that wandering about in the wilderness in such a state would only attract predators, but she wasn't quite sure that she cared. She was too busy floating upon a tide of pain-laced adrenaline that bordered on ecstasy even as the blood from her battle dried and matted her fur. Throughout the skirmish, the pastel rose had quickly turned to a woman draped in a ruby gown; scarlet and rust soaked the ivory coat of her left side, chest, neck, face, and drenched the entirety of her now-useless left wing. Casting her gaze down, Orithia noted how the fragile bones of her wing were poking through her flesh at odd angles. The World's Edge monarch had sentenced her to the earth for the time being. But the painful reality did nothing to deter the grin that was spread over her bloodied lips. It was not pride that swelled her chest; it was joy. The desert rose could not remember the last time a spar had been so satisfying, could not recall a time when she had felt anything but rage and desperation as her body collided with another. Pastel eyes glinting with something foreign, something not unlike happiness, Orithia felt her heart flutter; she had battled her King, a single dove in the face of an elephant, and she had come out of the bout more alive than she had ever felt in her few years. Another bout of dizziness hit her and the blushed mare stumbled, slamming her scraped right shoulder into the rough bark of a tree and reopening the shallow wound. It was all she could do not to laugh manically at the fresh ooze of blood that sprung forth; she would be a dry husk before she would make it back to the Edge's healers. Taking a moment to right herself, Orithia realized that her battle-drunk stroll had lead her into a meeting between a pair of strangers. Gore-limned grin still gracing her features, the injured dove swayed as she inhaled, the soot spotted mare's scent identifying her as a fellow member of the Edge. Eyes sliding over to the newcomer, Orithia allowed herself a moment for her vision to clear before her word broke the thin silence, "Welcome to a heavenly Hell, boy." Her words were slurred as the blood loss took it's toll. Pinning the Edge-scented mare beneath her puppilless gaze, Orithia resisted the quaking in her legs and barked a laugh; she was bordering on delirious as she leaned her weight against a tree. "Hello, herdmate. It seems I haven't met you as of yet, I'm Orithia and it seems that I am injured." She blinked her coral eyes hard, willing away the bleariness that was attempting to infest her mind before meeting the gaze of the stallion once more, "Any advice?" hi! hope its okay that I shoved this bleeding jerk into your thread! RE: I Come With Ghosts - Lotherarius - 02-27-2016 see, the life I’ve had can make a good man bad.
Before too long the blood-red brute's keen pools spotted a splashed creature coming his way, a refined creature of ivory dotted with obsidian spots and donning a pair of wings that gave her the appearance of a butterfly. This was something he had never seen before and wondered what the creatures genetics were, but his curiosity was soon overriden with the doubt of just how friendly the fae was. She seemed to come to his direction on her pillars with no aggression in her step and appeared graceful in her step. His orbs never dropped their guard until she came towards him close enough for Lotherarius to spot the smile over her velveteens and to this he reciprocated with an equally willing smile (one that tried to hide the wariness he had for her in them). And then she spoke, her greeting to the young brute helpful and kind. He dipped his cranium in first reply before letting his soft deep voice speak, "Hello, it is nice to meet you Myrrine. I am Lotherarius, and new to this lands as you are probably aware," he hesitated as he had no intention in feeling helpless to a stranger, "As a matter of fact I would, that is very kind of you." Her kindness was spreading over him and he did not want to destroy any chance of friendship with the first creature who had come to his aid in the first instance of entering this world. But before he was able to let the dame continue their conversation, another came into focus. Her ivory skin bore a different hue altogether to Myrrine, as she had wings dipped in pale rose and her points also bore the same. She was a striking creature too, a rather beautiful pelt that Lotherarius had to admit was worn in good taste. She was evidently older than the kind fae that had come to his aid before, but no older than himself. He watched intently, still keeping his bodice tilted in the direction of the first creature as he watched how she appeared dazed and confused, blood dripping down her bodice but from where was something the stag was unable to distinguish. She still seemed harmless, and if she was as confused as she appeared then she was little threat to Lotherarius and so his paranoid feelings dimmed slightly. Her words seemed slurred as they were aimed at him and then shared an exchange with Myrinne. He once again tried to be civil to the dame, "Good day to you, Orithia, my name is Lotherarius. What happened?" With everything that was going on during this very strange day, this was the only question he could give to the rose tinted creature. Who was she? [OOC: So sorry for the delay and the crappiness of my reply!] " . " Lotherarius @Myrrine @Orithia |