the Rift

Reclamation Proclamation [SOREN CHALLENGE]

Knox Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

He is alone and his eyes burn with light.

The day in the Hidden Falls is painfully bright, the water around him thundering onto thin sheets of ice, shattering them, and casting stars of reflection in the air around him. The frost that covers the ground sends chills up the hunter's legs with every step. Every breeze brings a bite of Frostfall that Knox can neither abide or ignore. This is not his season.

When the earth is white, though, the blood will show. Every hurt breath will stain the air in perfect billows of pain. Every instance of harm will be highlighted, contrast will be king. The hunter may not like it, but in this cold light he will shine--shine as his coat does now, soaking with the sweat of potential. He has prepared for this moment, paced this scene to walk off the demons that haunt him. Whoever sees him now has only one question to ask: who is this shadow, standing alone before a frozen fall? Why does he shiver, is it with rage or the cold? Why, above all things, has he come here?

The answers are not long withheld. More verbose than usual, at the order of the one stallion whose word he will follow, Knox lets his voice ring throughout the Hidden Falls.

"SOREN!" It is an imperative, an unforgiving and soured exclamation. "Come out from your sister's shadow and face me. No longer will you subsist on the reputation of your forebears. For your absence at the herd meeting and your failure to watch even over the smallest of things, I call upon your insolent skin," he says with a lifting of his foreleg and a pawing at a glittering on the ground.

Locked in the jaws of the frozen earth, the dagger is at first unassuming. It is Knox's words that highlight its danger. "Answer my call and see what can be done with the prize you failed to guard; fail to heed it, and you'll be gifting it to me as a coward."

With that the sleuth dips his majestic, scarred face to the ground and lets his jaw hang loose. His lips tease the butt of the dagger's handle for a moment before his teeth close over the vine covered grip and wrench it from the ground, spraying frost in its wake. He is thankful for something to silence his tongue and mute the practiced words that he feels the Dauntless has fed him. These are not his thefts, his crafts, his gifts, his battles. He is here in the Falls for his son and the grave of his one love, for the moral code being a part of a herd forces him to follow. Still though Knox walks empty, laying his strings on the earth and begging his brother to be his puppeteer, if only so he need not have the chance to think for himself. For what would he do with the length of their rope but tie it around his neck and take the whole world with him?

Why are you doing this? she whispers into the quiet holes of his heart. The sweat on his coat slowly chills, filling his thick winter coat with tiny, slow moving droplets. His sides heave, and the memories of just barely healed wounds from his spar with Amaris plague him. Her ghost is right to question him; he isn't ready for this, and this isn't his fight. Why has he fallen to the position of a lapdog, following his brother's every word?

The hunter holds a dagger in his mouth between silver scarred lips, his every flaw revealed in the light. Never when she lived did he find himself on the battlefield, it is only in his bonded's absence that he takes comfort in the prospect of being in such mortal pain.

Have you ever thought about killing someone?

This voice is one that he can barely recognize, speaking words in whispers so soft that they disguise the identity of their source. He thinks, maybe, it is still hers.

You must know that I have. You must know that for years it was all I understood.

Have you thought about what it is like to die?

A pause as the vowels come together, a moment as the words take form. Maybe. Never with the expectation that I would.

Put them together, love. What about that?

Were he speaking, he would maintain his silence. In the annals of his minds, though, no thoughts can be hidden from his own machinations and ghosts. He stands almost dumbstruck, struggling to keep a grip on the dagger as he waits for a challenge he has no passion for.

It's all I can think about anymore.

He is alone and his eyes burn with tears.



WC: 800/800 (
AP: 0/4 0/1
Terms of the challenge: If Soren wins, he will his wolf fang returned to him, much improved. If he loses or fails to appear, he forfeits it to Knox. (Judges, if these terms need to be modified to fit rules please let me know/edit as needed. This is my first challenge so I'm a bit fuzzy!)
Notes: Good luck! @Soren

Soren Posts: 47
Up For Adoption atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.0 h :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
The call is vicious and demanding. My ears flip backward and pin against my skull.

You steal from me, and now you want to challenge me for it? What kind of sick fuck are you?

Whats worse is what his words ring out as. He calls me insolent. My lack of turning up at a herd meeting? I was there, I volunteered. How the hell did he miss that. But I appeared anyways. I was slightly taller than the black man, but my body dangerously stalked closer to the crazy fool. When I arrived he was talking to himself. I make my presence obvious by a disgusted scoff, and my head raised high only to turn to the side and look down at the foolish creature. The sad creature. The crying creature.

"You have no right to talk to me like you are my superior. You are not my leader, and I am not in your rank." The words are gruff and furious. I would not stand for it. You have no right Knox. "Maybe I did not defend my wolves tooth, but doesn't it make you a dirty thief to steal? Doesn't it degrade your worth to steal someone's prize Knox?"

I scoffed, my head turning back to face him head on, and my blue eyes burned with the cold anger within. Why now? Why not then?

"I refuse your challenge. If a coward I will be called, then so be it. I gift the goddamn tooth to you as a coward. I am done with the accursed thing. I refuse to fight over a trinket. I especially refuse to fight a stud who's mental stability is faltering." And my gray body turns to head away from the sleuth. There is a pause in my step however and my head turns once more to look at his black body. "Do not bother me again for foolish trinkets Knox."

And so the galumphing giant fades away from the sleuth, back into his shadowy recesses.


Heroes are made by the paths they choose,
not the powers they are graced with.
image credits go here! | table by wanda


Notes: Soren forfeits in person. Knox may keep the tooth.

Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
Soren defaults to Knox. Knox keeps the item. No vp awarded due to no fighting.
 HP: 1100

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