the Rift


[OPEN] the land of ice and stone; [Deodat]

Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#1
The ice arch of Helovia always held a certain allure to the gilded femme, her hooves making delicate clinks and chimes along the hard, frozen ground. The winter season had drawn all the ferocity of the chill out of the frozen expanse, making even the frigid Basin seem to be an oasis of sorts, but the pristine blue ice was so beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight that Illynx could ignore the goosebumps besieging her body in an attempt to keep her warm. The ocean made a lovely backdrop of noise over the music of her gold dipped limbs, tiny diamonds of ice clinging to her banners and catching the light as it rippled in behind her, the deeply bay mare making way into the largest of the hallowed ice caverns.

She expected to run into some of the Basin members here, this being the closest location to the Basin besides the mountains themselves, and while she hadn't come looking for company, she found that today, she surprisingly wouldn't mind a bit of conversation. She had been away too long, and much had occurred in her absence that she felt obligated to catch up on; she also knew that her rank in the herd wouldn't mean much if others had no idea who she was. There was the odd chance that she would be bothered by a hornless or a feathered mutant, but she was willing to risk it as she walked deeper into the ice tunnel, turning about to face the brightly lit mouth about twenty yards in, her golden gaze tracing the lustrous blue tones of the slick walls around her. She was careful as she turned and with every step, knowing that with the slightest mishap she could come crashing down onto the compacted ice floor; but so used to frozen terrain was she that it was almost second nature to take every step with caution, the mare nearly silent in situations that called for it, though most of the time she moved with assurance that she wasn't in any heightened danger.

And so she stood, framed in pale light as it trailed down the cavern, deciding to examine the walls as she waited for whatever would happen today - perhaps nothing, but if no one came to call upon her, she still found that it would not have been a wasted excursion to admire the beauty of the place she had once fled.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
#2
déodat,
Frostfall had come to greet him not long after his return to the Basin and it was a quiet chill that made his skin burn with the memory of summer. His absence had done little to soothe the ache in his wanderer’s heart, but Helovia had become a home of sorts to the bloodied beast- in mind and body alike. His feet knew each dip and swell in the Basin, his eyes knew each curve of the mountains standing so tall above them in the distance… Had he come to miss these lands or had he simply been weakened by their comforts, by their luxuries? He tried to imagine that he had returned only in the name of exhaustion and the tiresome realization that he could not run forever from everything in his past that promised to haunt him… But perhaps it was not as bad as it seemed, perhaps he was finally able to accept that settling was the best thing for a war-beaten animal so mangled from the wounds that now scarred his heart and mind.

Perhaps he had finally found belonging in life.

The Arch had somehow come to embrace Déodat in manner and climate- for they were both besieged with the cold ache of a frigid beauty. The hard ground upon which he passed seemed to give way beneath him, welcoming him, comforting him. However, at times it was hard for the man to ignore how his legs seemed to quiver against the chill and how the frozen breeze numbed his face in spite of the fire that thrived within his gaze. He was a constant amongst the snowy plains and often mesmerized by the icy caverns that reflected his equally icy stare. They had taken him, consumed him, and warmed him despite the obvious cold that gave them their namesake. He was but another fixture to their claims and though he was unsure of what that meant for his wellbeing, he was content, even happy.

Again, Déodat found himself meandering through the various caverns of the frozen plains, placid and distracted by the endless memories that often plagued his existence. If it had not been for the distant clicking of heels upon the ice, he would have continued on his path of reckless abandon, but he was not one to ignore the possible idea of company, especially when it was not often that he encountered such sentiment here in the cold. However, when he had grown close enough to catch wind of her fragrance, so familiar to him, he could not resist approach in response.

The Corporal had always been a curious creature in his mind simply because he had never laid eyes on such blasphemy before. He had never even been given the chance to address her outside of the occasional passing throughout their shared homestead. However, looking upon her now, she looked vulnerable and naïve. Her eyes traced the glass with childlike wonder and it was hard not to chuckle in response to her obvious fascination. But, that’s not to say that it wasn’t compelling… After all, Déodat found her curiosity to be somewhat endearing. Had she been to the Arch before or was she just that easily amused?

"A beautiful place is it not?” His lips curled in a half-grin despite the hard set of his gaze. After all, he was not always so gruff and domineering at heart even if his body had grown accustomed to such involuntary reactions. They were not in the Basin and certainly not here under professional pretenses, so the man decided to let bygones be bygones – this was a time of relaxation.

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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#3
[ OOC:: evidently I love you and Deo so I'm sorry you have to read a novel. xD ]

The pristine blue walls were enchanting, her head soon carried away with ruminations about what could be frozen within their thick layers, stowed away in the ice caverns for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years. Perhaps there was armor crafted by the first dragons of the land, or the bones of the first unicorn to stream forth upon the earth, his ancient horn kept sharp and hungry by the cold, cold grave. Her hooves chimed their way with every step, her delicately chiseled face searching across every surface for nothing in particular, her eyes occasionally finding a stone or some other random, earthen object frozen solid in the ice, but nothing more and nothing less. A soft sigh escaped from her, disappointment nearly as old as she was giving way to the soft cloud of air that issued from her nostrils; she had spent many a day in her youth examining the ice for dead mages and ancient dragons, and while she now felt silly looking within the crystals for her fantasies at this late in life, it also filled her with the soft and gently aching melancholy of nostalgia. She found that far too often she clung to her past, the life before the death of her family and the loss of her home, before her spirit had been shoved into a misshapen bottle and cast to sea.

She had come to shore many years later, but she was not the same child that had once been. She no longer felt magic pouring from the seams of the universe, merely saw it, as one would the glistening trail of a spider's web as it drifts from one doorway to another, and the tangible nature of magic in her adult life had taken most of the joy out of nature in and of itself. But not the ice. The ice, it would seem, had frozen her admiration in place, grown in vein-like streaks from the roots of her heart until she felt, at points, that all her blood had frozen within her, and that she could feel nothing but a gnawing desire for power and a clean, wingless world, in which all the pretty horses had horns and Illynx was queen of them all.

But isn't that more childish than searching for myths in a frozen tunnel? Perhaps that was what the wolf dream had meant, before Psyche had awoken her on her night of return to the mountain lake. Or, perhaps like many dreams, it meant nothing.

The sound of a second set of hooves made Illynx draw still, her ears flickering atop her feminine cranium to assure that they were not just echoes; she had made it relatively far in to the cavern, after all, and it was liable that she was making herself nervous with her own sounds. But, in her drawn position, the beats continued, sounding just a slight decibel higher than her own, luring the mare's golden eyes to the entrance of the aquamarine tunnel just as the other arrived. A short breath escaped from her lungs as she realized she was not going to have to pretend he wasn't there or kill him, depending on the circumstance - a long, elegantly spiraled horn protruded from his brow, it's color deep blood intertwined with opaque glass, giving the appendage a unique variety of crimson and transparent hues along its length. His scent wafted in behind him, the chilly breeze that was kept from their flesh by the tunnel itself seemingly having clung to his skin as he made his way in, and he smelled not only of ice and male pheromones but also of the Basin. She swept her eyes across his frame, realizing who he was after a few moments of thought; they had been within close proximity of each other for most of their lives, and yet until now, there had never arisen a time or a place in which they might know each other.

It would seem that the male had noticed her searching for the bones of the first horned, an amused smile featured on his lips, though she noted that his indigo gaze was hard as the sinew lining his frame. If she had fur to ruffle, surely it would do so now, her eyes suddenly becoming indignant as her nose elevated itself slightly higher and she pivoted so as to be facing Déodat. Illynx was a proud bird to all of Helovia, especially handsome men who interrupted her quiet, albeit naive and childish, winter activities. She was glad, however, when his words were not mocking or unkind, his cold eyes giving away that he didn't particularly care for conversation but the tone of his voice inviting enough, her own disgruntled expression melting away into her usual bright and deceptively whimsical smile. "Perhaps the most beautiful in all Helovia, Time God take no offense," she giggled, thinking to the bay pair's home just north of their current location, which had it's own beauties, to be sure, but nothing compared to the grandeur of the ancient ice caverns that littered the northern shore.

She covered some of the distance between them, Déodat's words having covered a fair distance (not a difficult feat in such a vast and sound amplifying location), but she would rather they not shout back and forth down the tunnel and accidentally bring the whole thing down on top of them. Though, she thought bemusedly, to be trapped in a cave with such a handsome fellow would not be all too terrible. Handsome, indeed - she let her golden orbs slide across his pelt, from the white capped shoulders to his long, supple mane that hung below his chest, even the white streak the burst from his mane in much a same fashion that the golden strands did from her own. The soldier was an undeniably desirable distraction from her ruminations upon the ice, and she applied extra care to the way her hips curved and tilted as she sauntered towards him, small hooves singing with every step. "You are the soldier named Déodat, are you not?" she asked when she had come close enough for conversation, in her opinion, the warm masculine odor of the stallion washing over her and mingling with her own lightly feminine scents; it had taken quite a bit of mental file rummaging, but she had uncovered what she believed to be his name if her memory had not grown so rusty that she could not longer adequately places faces and smells with their callings. "I am Illynx." Her gilded gaze traveled his features, the light within in them implying, she hoped, that she was aware he may already have known, as she had known his, but regardless had felt the desire to firmly place her title within his mind; inwardly, she hoped only that he would love her, his heart like a bird she could trap within her chest until either his death or release would be of some benefit to her. It was entirely beyond her control at points, the desire to be surrounded by and in control of all the beautiful things she had ever laid her eyes on, even some things which were simply ordinary; the mare, inadvertently, clutched to power with every once of strength she had, even as she traipsed through life pretending to be in control of it all. "The ice," she said, returning her eyes suddenly back to the tall blue walls, her vision sweeping up their heights and then back to the white splashed stallion's face, "do you think there is anything frozen within it?"

The question was asked childishly, a bright sparkle shimmering about in the depths of her irises as she awaited his answer; part of her worried that he would mock her for such a foolish question, which would more than likely slice her ego all the deeper for the simple fact that she found this one rather alluring in comparison to some of the other stags she had encountered among her brethren thus far, while the other part simply was curious. Surely to the Goddess she was not the only one who had ever seen the great ice structures of the northern shore and wondered what lie in the deepest sheets, where the frozen water became so thick that the blue was bright and impenetrable by the naked eye.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
#4
déodat,
The Corporal was nothing that Déodat expected upon first meeting her, though he was still compelled to indulge her in spite of her childlike demeanor. However, could he blame her for seeking out the isolation of the Arch in order to spoil her right to “let loose”? Had he not come here under the same pretense (if not to wander about aimlessly to avoid the mundane task of patrolling the Basin)? It was often a chore that he meant to evade simply because it had a way of wearing on him when there was certainly no threat lying in wait, especially a threat that meant harm for the largest herd in Helovia itself? He could only imagine the insanity that would accompany such an attack… They were a growing family, one that if reckoned with, could result in disaster. However, this power was something to be envied and admired and the man was fully aware of this authority, perhaps even empowered by it.

There had been a time when he was not so enthused by such supremacy simply because it felt wrong to endure, but now that it had purpose and he was able to revel in that cause, it was enlightening. The Basin was nothing like the clan he had once served and certainly nothing like the overwhelming rule of his own father and for this he was thankful that he had found a place among their ranks. They had freed him from the troubles of sin and given him more than he could have ever hoped for. Whether or not he would always embrace this idea was something to be questioned, but in the meantime he was more than content to allow its reign to control his motives, his drive.

As the Corporal moved closer, he was obliged to allow her a place by his side. He could only assume that she had seen the object of war and come to enjoy the affection of pain and hardship. For this, he could admire her strength, if only at a distance because there was no reason to believe that she has truly seen the bloodshed that now tainted his own everlasting existence. Perhaps he would ask her of her experience one day, though it would appear that a more appropriate setting would be suitable. After all, they had not left the Basin in order to discuss the bloodied tales of their past; no, they had come seeking escape and he would not be the one to disapprove her reasons for reclusion. “I’m quite certain that the Time God will take no offense to your admiration of the lands outside his rule- they are just as beautiful and alluring as a fine maiden. We can look but we cannot touch.

A devious smile seemed to part his lips at the comparison and he reveled in the underhanded compliment only because he sought to encourage her. He needed to find the source of her loyalty, being that she was a creature deigned to control even him. Her word had the ability to send him into battle and her gaze was enough to make him draw still at her approach. Illynx, though not of the highest ranking Unicorns in the Basin, was equipped to command him even if he had yet to deem her capable of doing so. However, as she was now close enough to observe without restraint, Déodat was captivated by her golden eyes, eyes that bore into his own with intensity quite unknown to him. Her skin was painted in golden smoke and her step was light and agile- something that made her more appealing to the soldier simply because it allowed him to imagine her skill during battle. If she was just as quick on her feet under attack, then he would have no problem following her into the throws eager to protect, eager to defend.

I am Déodat- yours to command at will Corporal Illynx.” Again, a playful smile was quick to follow the humorous thrum of his witty encouragement. It had been some time since he had been able to feel so freely, being that he did not often spend much time with those of his own breeding (aside from Lena and d’Artagnan of course). They had left an impression on his heart and he was more than eager to find out if this golden touched mare would do the same. After all, he was no often moved by others in any situation such as this, but of course he was more than willing to make an exception.

Gazing past the Corporal and into the glass tunnel beyond, Déodat searched for the reason behind the mare’s obvious fascination. Of course he saw nothing and was utterly bored by the never ending walls of ice. However, whatever kept his superior here amongst the blue was enough to restrain him as well. “I see nothing of value here other than good company my friend. I don’t suppose you’d care to entertain me for the time being… I hear there’s a storm coming in.” He was charming and alluring and most of all oblivious to the depth of such an invitation, but of course he intended to take charge of such an opportunity since it may be some time before it ever happened again. How often would he find himself face to face with the Corporal of the Basin, allowed to press her at will? Such an occasion would not come around again anytime soon, so why would he ignore this chance to indulge himself?

He was quite intrigued by Illynix, Corporal of the Basin, but now it was her turn to prove that she deserved this definition of power for a man that sought such clout in any female deemed worthy of his attentions. But the heft of her title would soon ensure close scrutiny and so he hoped that she would pass the inevitable test that would ultimately lead to the loyalty of one blood-red stallion with a crimson painted glass horn. This was the moment of truth, one that would define her rule over him (which he couldn’t say was a bad thing entirely… she was attractive enough after all.)

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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#5
Illynx
She felt his words usher across her skin in a single wave of tingles, his smile so delightfully roguish in the blue tinted light of the ice, though she did not waver an inch despite the bold statement hidden away in the folds of his speech. She drew closer than she had initially intended to, brightly painted orbs nearly flickering with the pleasure she had drawn, already, from this conversation with Déodat and his wonderfully silver tongue. The chocolate minx had always been one to approve of flattery, especially when she was the focal point; her ego was a feisty and rather needy creature, constantly crooning in the back of her mind for the slightest bit of attention, and at this moment in time it quietly smirked rather than mewled. She tucked her nose under in a feigned blush, her long black forelock cast in a thin sheet across her gaze as an innocent and almost benign smile lingered upon her lips, the tip of her long golden horn tracing a line along the cold blue wall, though she was rather tempted to have used the curved and sumptuous sinew of Déodat's deep red shoulder. "Something tells me this ice is far from chaste, sir," sweetly sang the tones of Illynx, her eyes still cast to the aquamarine surface of the tunnel, peering back at his after a moments pause with a youthful shine that was uncharacteristic of her actual age.

And while she played these games, all the while in the back of her head she giggled in amusement at how heavily her allusion had lied about the truth of her being; she had never known the embrace of another, nor love beyond that which she felt for her family and those whom she had grown up with. That she was a maiden was perhaps a stretch - she had done much tempting in her years - but there had never been fulfillment of all the hours of eyelash batting and ego stroking that she had made ever so many a man endure over her thirty-two seasons, and maidens were highly unlikely to stick you in the gut for being anything less than prince charming as Illynx was. But still, what the soldier did not know would not hurt him, at least if he was smart enough to sense the snares she laid at his feet. “I am Déodat- yours to command at will Corporal Illynx.” Another tender shiver upon her spine, the fires crackling within her gaze reaching a peak for a mere half-second as she felt her mind flex itself around the control that statement had given her, even if it had no truth behind it other than a loyalty to their positions within the herd.

Perhaps, an amused smile tracing itself upon her lips, he will lay his own traps for me. His handsome face turned to observe further down the tunnel, the mare moving her own body so as to provide a clear path should he decide to venture further in; she herself had only ever been so far back as where the light gave way to pitch darkness, and having no means of not ascertaining she wouldn't snap her limbs in two with a misstep, she had always turned back. The Corporal did not think that he would be so easily amused by the wilds of Helovia as she was, judging by the mildly dispassionate gaze that he cast to the ice, but she had to admire him for at least attempting to humor her, and with his attention still intact. There were many an occasion when she had let the words "in one ear and out the other," as some would say, when she found herself less than amused by a conversation, but it would seem that the tri-hued stag either had better manners than she did or was just as entertained by the situation as she was.

Rather clever, as well, she found herself thinking, the mentioning of a storm brushing off of Déodat's lips with such ease and expertise that she wondered just how much fun she would truly have playing cat and mouse with this one. "Certainly," she said, her voice supple in the chilled air, rotating one of her ears to catch the sounds of the air outside, and found that perhaps he wasn't even making up the circumstance; a rumbling of thunder could be hear distantly, and a heavy static seemed to permeate the air. While Illynx was not the superstitious type, it could be said that those who had been born in Helovia did have a certain obligation to see things as more than mere coincidence, having lived most of their lives among divine beings of such immense strength that whole herd-lands had been rendered barren by their wrath. Then there were the side effects of such powerful magic that couldn't, or hadn't, been kept under check, such as the mimics or various other calamities that had struck the continent throughout its existence, but we digress. Illynx did not view this storm as a coincidence, by any means. It was either a well contrived plan of the white splashed Déodat, who would had to have been tailing her since early this morning when she had begun her routes, or it was nature's way of telling the two of them that they must come to know one another. She looked over the soldier's face with softly shimmering eyes, searching for any hidden knowledge or thoughts, and found only that his gaze was intent upon hers and sent a hot wave of something straight into her belly. No, this one was not a stalker, she didn't think, which almost made her lower lip pout out despite the warmth of their conversation; she did not think she really had enough time on her brow for more friends.

"It is rather fortuitous a circumstance to have both company and shelter for a storm," she mused to the handsome male, "I have never been much for cold rain, and you seem warm enough to me." A coy grin found a place upon her maw, bodice rotating so that she faced towards the depths of the cave but still could gaze upon Déodat, one hoof leisurely rested upon its point as white plumes trailed from her nostrils. She was aware it probably would not be rain here, but snow; a type of precipitation that could leave her and Déodat trapped in this tunnel until the God's foals were all well into adulthood, a mildly disconcerting thought that was eased slightly by her good humor towards the tri-colored unicorn. A good space stood alongside her, a part of her heart wishing he would come to stand nearer to her and another requesting that he stay right where he was, her brain flickering back to her prior thoughts on coincidence, and the lack there of. Either way, their conversation would be dry and lack luster if she didn't find some thread of amusement to tug upon, and so she searched her brain for suitable topics, deciding upon an attempt to truly get to know the soldier with the partially transparent horn. "I have spent much of my life here," she began, "and the ice seems to hold my fascinations as strongly as the first time I saw it, some several months old." It had been her father who had brought her here, an old ache stitching itself into her chest as she remembered his face, and how very large he had seemed standing in the blue and yawning mouth of the tunnel. "Perhaps it is just ice to you, but to me...I believe it is the spirit of our people. It is ancient, beautiful, and dangerous," her eyes traveled upwards, to a large ice spear that jutted from the ceiling of the cave, it's tip sharp and deadly as it gleamed in the afternoon light that filtered in from the mouth. "But mostly I see that it's convictions are strong. The unicorns of Helovia are water that has filtered into the cracks of the rocks. But me, the others of our brotherhood, we are the ice that grew and shattered the stone that others had only slowly eaten away at." Her eyes hardened as she returned her gaze to that of indigo pooled Déodat, searching his face for the understanding in her logic, the innocent game that had been played before with her light hearted query now hardened in the face of the truth of the glow behind her gaze as she looked upon the ice. Among their members, few were truly hardened enough to be of much assistance, Illynx able to vouch only for herself and their leaders, Mauja and Psyche (mostly Psyche, in Illynx's opinion), having seen none of the others on field before. But, she had seen this one at the meeting; he had to know that the Plague was facing the threat of discovery by the Throat just as well as she did, surely understood the dark gleam that now hung within her eyes as she spoke with veiled words, distrusting that there were no ears but the glass horned stallion's to hear them, acutely aware of how words traveled in cavernous spaces.

She culminated her thoughts into a question, her hips tilting slowly and with much emphasis on curvature as she switched the hoof that she held at rest, "Tell me, Déodat, are you ice? Or merely snow? As I fear that our brethren is melting away, becoming nothing but a puddle of water collecting in a Basin." She giggled to herself, amused by her play on words, also firmly believing that this particular man was very much ice, her eyes softening slightly as she ran them across his well toned physique once more. "Like I said before..." she mused, her dark locks falling from her golden eyes as her head tilted playfully, "I don't much care for cold precipitation."

[ OOC: I do not know how I feel about this one. :/ Illynx is a weirdo is all I can decide to myself. ]
if I only could make a deal with God.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
#6
déodat,
Restored, he had been restored to the truth of his mission. He felt as though Illynx was meant to be his guiding light, the beacon in which led him back to the Basin, to his plight. He had met a skull-faced girl called Confutatis and she had somehow led him astray but now that her hazy grip had been lifted from his mind, he felt free and much more like himself. In part, he would have to plead the fifth because he did not know what had corrupted him while in her presence but he was glad to admit that he had been returned to the safety of the Basin’s cold clutches of superiority. He was dignified, empowered by the cause that had once pushed him to join their ranks. Pegasi and Equine alike were inferior and he was ashamed to admit that he had ever been convinced to think otherwise. They had ruined his family, destroyed the Nobleclan and brought him so much pain that he could hardly bear to remember it.

The past had shaped him and now it was a solid reminder of exactly who he was.

This ice knows nothing of my intent then, for it is hardly honorable.” His words were followed by a lazy grin that indicated his comfort with her representation of authority. Though he did not trust her completely, Illynx had encouraged a sense of belonging in the bloodied stallion. She was part of the Basin, part of his family and while he wanted nothing more than to deign her commendable, that was something that took time and effort on her part.

Déodat wondered what compelled her to lead the Unicorns of the Basin or what hidden secrets had made think ill of those unlike her. She had certainly been able to prove herself upon the grounds of war if she had been blessed with the title of Corporal, but it would take a little more than position and title to convince the veteran of her rightful standing. He would need proof as illegitimate as it might be. “I don’t believe in this warmth you speak of Corporal… The cold is just as much a part of me as it is these icy caverns.” He did not speak out irrationally, but instead with the utmost truth- at least as much truth as he deemed appropriate in this particular circumstance. He was not a warm-hearted creature and he would be damned if anyone thought to be foolish enough to forget it.’

The soldier watched her shift and squirm under his gaze- was it possible that he had made her uncomfortable beside him? Either way, he remained drawn alongside the crystalline wall of ice, content to keep a fair distance from the mare. Had she been any more affected, he might have left but for the sake of entertainment he stayed. Perhaps he thought her weak for her discomfort, but maybe he had simply taken her by storm and given her much more to consider outside of her usual prison within herself.

In any case, it would have given her good reason to exchange the topic of conversation for something less primitive and more philosophical (not that Déodat minded). He was an intellectual creature when he wanted to be, seeing that war was not often a priority for a herd that dwarfed literally every other opposing herd land in Helovia. “So you believe us to be ice…” He is inquisitive and perhaps a little amused by her use of comparison but he is eager to see what point she is trying to make through such tentative evaluation. He wonders why ice would ever be used to describe such power and brilliance, but he listens all the same. He wants to understand her, better yet come to know her if he is to serve her without question and trust her without restriction.

If I must choose between one or the other, I would believe that I am ice Corporal. I have not come to the Basin in order to waste away like rotting flesh- surely you can see that. I have not endured the painful memories of my past only to sit blindly before you like some pup waiting for a bone… I am a soldier because of my ability, because of my strength… I would hope that you do not feel the need to question that.” His words ended on a slight hiss as his eyes gleamed with a hurt akin to betrayal. Surely to the Gods she had not questioned his loyalty, his ardor for their mission. With that he swung his immaculate tail to-and-fro like a snake waiting to attack. She had angered him yes, but he was in no position to test her patience.

He clicked a sculpted hoof upon the glass floor and as it rang out against the long tunnels of their eminent demise, he wondered if she had been right on the target by pressing him for such answers. Thoughts of Confutatis came to mind and suddenly he was more than adamant about ridding himself of her memory. She would be the death of him if he wasn’t prepared to annihilate her from his life entirely… He had been taught much better than that.

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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#7
Illynx
“This ice knows nothing of my intent then, for it is hardly honorable," said white shouldered Déodat, his smile alluring as his words in the ethereal light of the tunnel. She found herself bemusedly returning the expression, her golden eyes alight with the warmth of her casually petted ego, the stallion's own gaze like the tips of fingers trailing across her skin, and she basked in his company. She thought of what it would be like to near closer the bay male, whether he smelled like earth or the sea, and if the thick winter layer of his coat was soft or coarse upon her ebony velvet muzzle. And surely he was warm, no matter the circumstances of his heart, whether he was cold as the grave beneath his flesh or simply as unattainable as a mawful of smoke, he had warmth to him. Even Illynx was kind to those who had earned it from her, a special location in her breast reserved for her true companions, the unicorns that she would gladly die for could she save their own beating hearts for an exchange of hers. She absorbed the quiet confidence of the bloody bay in her own reserved way, prying and prodding with figurative fingers at the weave that was slowly hatching itself into a mental picture of who this soldier was, and she found that despite his hard stone casing, he had vast potential to be a truly powerful ally. She may not have ever come to truly know a stallion in the traditional sense, but she had known enough of them to be sure that a man had no limits when it came to winning and preserving the heart of a beautiful woman, and with that thought she put extra care into each and every movement of her sinewy build.

Her gaze remained soft and what she believed to be understanding as the stallion rebuked her words to describe his company, though inwardly she examined the cracks and flaws in this facade. If he truly believed himself to be an ancient and ruthless man of ice, then he was all the more vulnerable to the corporal's advances, and genuinely any advance of female to come his way; as previously ruminated upon, Illynx knew of the powers of charm and allure, relying upon them heavily in her daily dealings with others, that these powers could melt even the most thick and frozen shell within moments if applied to where the layers were thinnest. She wondered where exactly she would have to place her torch on this one - and deciding that maybe, just this once, she wouldn't force the ice to melt at all. "But surely you are not all frozen," a playful sigh tumbling from her, "as we are crafted of mortal flesh, and beneath that flesh is blood, hot and restless." Blood that she could send rushing through their veins if she was to touch him, to explore the density of his shell, ruffle the ever so delicately waved black lengths of his mane where they grew from his shoulder as her own body pressed into his; but they were just lustful daydreams, the golden minx gracefully admiring what she could not yet touch from her polite distance, waiting with cat-like eagerness for her opportune moment to strike behind her facade of friendly innocence.

She was pleased to find that Déodat listened to her words with a quiet look of thought, admiring not only that the male could use his ears but also his brain. He was silent for a while, re-articulating her words as she continued on with her explanation, however much or little he may care to hear it. When she had finished, his words cut back to her with the sharp edge of man who's pride has been wounded, to which the golden mare smiles bemusedly and with much wickedness. But while his reply had expressed his offense, it also painted a rather sorrowful picture of the red horned stallion's life. She found a deeper understanding of the man's cold heart from just this statement alone than she had in their previous banter, and it raised her curiosity of the stag all the more, her iridescent orbs watching his thick and beautiful tail thrash about in his agitation. A single ear fell back from an attentive position as his hoof struck the glossy floor of the cavern, the noise echoing about the air in a cacophony of noise that enveloped all the traces of his words that lingered. "I did not mean to question your capabilities," she said, her tiara tossed away coyly, her forelock splayed through the air as it resettled over her left eye, her right peering at him with a bright and flirtatious intensity, "I do have eyes, and they can see you." She shifted her weight back onto all four of her hooves and made a few tentative steps towards the entrance of the cave, aligning her body in close proximity to that of Déodat, though she cast him not a single gaze as she gracefully slipped alongside him, her gaze looking out upon the field of white that could be seen out of the mouth of the tunnel. As she moved, she attempted to find a way to word what it was that she truly wished to know of him, without further goading his temper that broiled and writhed much nearer the surface than she had initially expected of the calm natured stag. But, like most things that threw the elegantly crafted corporal off balance, it was highly endearing to see such a similar fire to her own in such a handsome stallion. "I fear the discovery of our purposes, as does Psyche. If we are to be revealed to Helovia than we must be prepared, and I am afraid much of our family is unknown to me, and there are many within our home who do not even know what sort of place they rest their heads at night." She paused, listening to the rumbling of the thunder growing larger and more ominous over the purring of the waves, her own concerns for her people and the bright, gleaming future she saw on the horizon if only they could succeed at their aims. "Mostly I worry how strong we will be when those who do not feel as we do discover us, when they leave." She knew that at this particular moment in time, the Basin was not vulnerable, due to their vast size; but she also knew of several she had met since she had returned were not suitable candidates for their cause, and also highly likely to depart when the caught the scent of their plot upon the breeze. There was, of course, Psyche's alliance that she was attempting to make with the Grey, but that was only a wall of glass, in Illynx's opinion, something that pretended to be much more solid than it genuinely was. "We need more with hearts like ours, driven to complete our goals, and I have found that my Threshold ventures have left me rather unfulfilled."
if I only could make a deal with God.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
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Can I get this opened again? I was going to make a reply to it XD If not, let me know and I'll just make a new thread!
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