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Private Halyven 
Hope
Currently championing:
#1
The outburst of the ivory winged maiden, however hushed it may be, was not lost on Hope despite the pleasantries and the happiness that everyone seemed to radiate. Her glowing eyes scanned over the crowd, answering questions, keeping her eyes partially on the retreating form of Valkyrie through the thick humid rain. Hope knew she wouldn’t let the mare get far, no. There was something in the air about this mare that pulled Hope toward her, something that was wrong – something that needed to be fixed. And she needed to find out what it was.

When the now-herd remained to revel, Hope slipped away, back into those blinding white pockets of the world she had hid herself within, only to appear a few steps before Valkyrie’s form in whichever direction she headed. ”Valkyrie.” She announced to the mare, dipping her crowned head in greeting. ”Would you like to talk?” She questioned, cocking that glowing head of hers in question.

Though Hope knew deep down that she wouldn’t let Valkyrie go, not without telling her what was so upsetting, what that strange aura was that Hope could feel around her like a small bubble. Perhaps, since Hope was indeed a female creature the mare would speak to her – but she also carried antlers of the men before her, an odd combination between the two for the creature she became within the Pinnacle. So, Hope settled, waiting to see if Valkyrie would speak, to see if she’d need to ask more of the mare to find out why she was upset with her choice of leaders and why she seemed to only acknowledge the women in the herd (despite how few there truly were).

“Talk.”
HOPE
changes everything

This is a character arc for @Valkyrie ! Private for Nat, though others can join with Nat's permission!
HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#2
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


Of course, Valkyrie hadn’t ventured far from the herd which had gathered. In truth, she could hardly see beyond the crimson rage which had clouded across her eyes. The pulse in her ears was deafening, disorientating. She couldn’t think, couldn’t decide where to go. They were fools - the women here - so quick to pledge their allegiance to neanderthal-headed savages and the goddess who (unless eradication of their species was the goal), had risen each abomination into power had more than demonstrated her blatant weakness - it was a trap… surely.

They would find no glory now, following Roscorro and Rixen’s deceptive, cunning plan, and the fiercely feministic Daughter of Sunnmōre would not commit to any of them support. Her thoughts touched bitterly over K’yarie who stood somewhere in this ivory city, behind her. It was all a mistake - she should have crushed Vynter at the start and returned to the sensibility of her home far away from this grave. That was exactly what the Rift represented she decided angrily as she ground together her teeth, and they were perfect residents. Rejects of Loorien, buried out of memory.

Valkyrie came to rest at last beneath a small protrusion of fallen rock wall. She wanted to run to the furthest corner of this hell and abandon all care for those she’d met, but that was just the problem. The more she stewed, turning thought over thought in her riled up mind, the more she came to realise that she felt fondly for a few. As much as she wanted their punishment through failure, the proud creature wanted to rescue them, to pull them free of the curse they so willingly engaged.

Then, the soft glowing presence of another snatched her eye.

Pinched with upset, her nose turned promptly. “No.” she snapped rudely, hate building like an iron fortress around her heart. Perhaps there was still use for the lesser god who had failed to arrive this time - perhaps Kisamoa hated her also (for she was perfect, and he was foul). Valkyrie scowled childishly and pressed her hardened gaze into the rock against her other side.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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Hope
Currently championing:
#3
”No.” The word was uttered with such rudeness, that Hope actually laughed at the sound. The laugh was calm, pleasant, despite the lack of understanding where her frustration came from. If she wanted, the Deer creature could pry into her mind and see for herself what thoughts the mare felt for her decisions, but there was no fun in doing that. And so, despite Valkyrie’s attempts to ignore Hope’s presence, the large deer edged closer, the warmth of her smoking eyes and antlers seeping out to warm the mare from the chill of the wind and to dry her from the rain.

”You are upset with my decision.” She announced thoughtfully, cocking her head and contemplating the mare before her. ”Others were upset, I could tell as well, but none as horrifically mortified as you. Why is that so?”” She mused, her head lifting to the skies to allow the rain to fall upon her face as though it would give her the answers she sought. But she knew, deep down, that Valkyrie would be the only one that could answer it. So Hope continued to muse internally. Did she have something against Rixen and Roscorro?

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Valkyrie didn’t seem to acknowledge any of the males in the gathering. With this knowledge, she lowered her head and pinned those smoking and glowing eyes upon the mare a soft (perhaps cunning) smile graced her lips. ”You do not like males?” Her voice was soft, but it held an edge that demanded her be acknowledged – a side of Hope no one had seen just yet. For she was the opposite of Kisamoa in every aesthetic way, but there was a part of her that strove for justice just as he, a part of her that demanded respect and those to work with her to create a better place just as Kisamoa did.

“Talk.”
HOPE
changes everything

@Valkyrie <3
HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#4
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


As infuriated as she felt, for adrenaline-laced blood boiled hot through her veins now, and knees below her rain-drenched frame were rattling quite out of control, Valkyrie just simply couldn’t deny the strange warmth that melted first through her mind, and then down into the very essence of her being.

It began as a light sensation, a subtle tingle, driving clarity through the storm of her miserable thoughts. It slowly sucked the savageness from the feminine contours of her face, then grew steadily more to dumb down the ruckus of her heart rate and smooth away the bloody labyrinth of rage that had risen to redden her eyes. The rigid, recalcitrant angle of her crest softened without realising, shoulders which had hunched sullenly beneath the weight of a trillion grudges were freed of their burden - if only temporarily.

Though she didn’t immediately realise it, the chaotic, winged girl had relinquished most of the tension before the towering, benevolent deer-figure began for the third time to speak (the second time, the mention of upset, was plainly ignored). The interrogation she felt somehow deep within her, however, couldn’t any longer be avoided.

This time, though the sting of her unrelenting hatred was indeed hard to quell, Valkyrie met the warm smouldering eyes of the lovely goddess with her own, tearful blue. She shook heavily, as though to rid her skin of pent-up, clammy moisture, but her clean white coat was already dry… Frustration radiated from her. “It’s no wonder your silly world needs help,” she blurted more softly, wearily now through still clenched teeth. The Rift was beyond help if Hope’s kind of wisdom was the guide - really the narrow-minded girl understood little outside of her own vain perspective. Her voice seemed strangled and alien, strained and juddering above the repressed tide of evolving emotion.

She was exhausted and her thoughts were beginning to scramble as they fought to realign to the foundation of understanding that had been long entrenched within: men were evil, treacherous monsters.

At last a curt answer was lured into fruition, a brisk nod to confirm (hardly) concealed loathing, and another particularly expressive frown upon her pale pink lips; those that before the rift, had been fashioned beneath laughter and resilience. As she stood there resentfully beneath the shadow of the ruins, the Sisterhood would surely not have recognised their beloved kin. “…they are worse than disease.” She believed it with every inch of her being, for, that men would bring no peace (in fact the very opposite) to the world, was all she cared to see.

Valkyrie would not be swayed.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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Hope
Currently championing:
#5
Her long honey-hued ears flitted toward the girl as Valkyrie spoke, after shaking out her pelt. A small chuckle escaped Hope’s lips as she stared the ivory child down with her bright smoking eyes. The large deer could feel the exhaustion and weariness radiating from the girl, and she pushed more warmth toward her in an effort to make her feel better – despite the lack of excitement about her declaration in the meeting. And after a bit of waiting, her words were sharp, and an equally sharp nod was sent her way. ”They are worse than disease.” Hope tilted her head curiously.

”I can understand why you might think so.” Hope began, sidling closer to the small mare. ”There are many places where males think they are the superior beings. But that doesn’t make it right for you to do the opposite.” She offered thoughtfully, smiling down at the mare. ”I think I know what will help.” Tilting her head further, Hope stared down at the mare with a gentleness that seemed a bit mocking for what she was about to do. Perhaps she wasn’t the bright light everyone thought she was, for inside she grew excited for the thing she was about to do for the mare.

”It will help her.” She thought to herself as she summoned her magic and her strength, and the warmth that had seeped into the mare began to blossom. It began to change the ivory shieldmaiden. Where her body dipped in gracious feminine curves, it became angular. Her light voice deepened to a rich honey tone, and finally she replaced Valkyrie’s femininity with that of a male’s addition. And while these changes began to take root, Hope reached gently into Valkyrie’s mind, surfing through her memories to the prejudices granted in her upbringing and simply put a black blanket atop them. For this, Valkyrie would not be able to remember why she hated males, just for the simple fact that she did.

And now, she would have to live a bit as the thing she hated most, to understand that mares and stallions were one and the same. After Hope had finished, she smiled down to Valkyrie as her magic began to seep back into herself. ”How do you feel, child?” She questioned, admiring her work in shifting the haughty female into a rather beautiful male.

“Talk.”
HOPE
changes everything

Hope has changed @Valkyrie into a stallion! She has also put a blanket over Valkyrie's memories so that she can't remember why she hates men, but that she does. There is a side effect to this, however, seeing as effecting her memories as Hope has now makes Valkyrie perceive everyone as their opposite gender (this can be permanent or temporary to appear whenever you choose, it's up to you)!
HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#6
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


The rain beat down, as irrepressibly as the words which spouted from the slim maw of her company. Valkyrie didn’t particularly want the attention of this goddess (or any other such authority for that matter). She didn’t want to talk and she didn’t want to listen. In fact, she was quickly growing impatient as the divine creature presumed to understand her viewpoint, and what she wanted to do most, was slip from the cover of the overhang and leave Halyven for good; if only there had been room to squeeze past. It was clear to the pale-coated pegasus that Hope perceived nothing, and even as the other’s petty argument in support of masculinity brushed her flattened-back ears, the obstinate young Shieldmaiden grew more rigid in posture.

“Ugh,” she grunted, I don’t want your help…

It occurred to Valkyrie, all of a sudden, that the goddess was breathing down her neck, standing so close that she imagined she could feel some degree of magical energy prickling the hair follicles along the length of her spine. Her shoulders shuddered, fighting the soothing, enticing warmth that seemed to leak through the labyrinth of her pulsing veins. I wish these halfwits would believe me, her thoughts complained as she struggled to force the lethargic-weight of her eyelids apart. Almost instantly, tendrils of the Rift’s infamous black smoke (attracted by the moment), appeared to rise from the gravely, grey earth and curl upwards around her white legs like inching vines.

As the looming shadow thickened and the deer-deity’s presence spread unnervingly (unwelcomely) through her core, she moved to step away, to break free from the burden of snowballing apprehension. Lean legs, however, resisted the urge of the sinew which bound them, for the neat, tan-tinted hooves at their end felt now leaden. It took such ridiculous effort to pull each free from the ground! What in the name of the Shield? As her eyes narrowed downwards an eerie, cold voice filled her mind:

“The darkness is hungry, feed it before it feeds on you! Rip a Galeae’s brow-shield from its head…”

"A Gal-"

The stream of Valkyrie’s disconcerted question cut off suddenly and her gaze widened in surprise. “…eae,” she finished fast, testing the sound, for she could have sworn it now possessed an unexpectedly manly depth. There was no mistake about it, her voice had grown heavier, resonant, and the startled Shieldmaiden pursed her lips anxiously. She glanced at the shadows with anger renewed, what have you done to me? It didn’t immediately occur to her that the outwardly warm-hearted and smooth goddess, could have played any part whatsoever -

…or had she?  

With eyes ablaze and her meatier body trembling, she sought Hope’s luminous face. “What did YOU do!?…” splendidly baritone words shouted, accusing the other bitterly, “…you and your stupid Rift!” Valkyrie was terrified, furious, quite prepared to launch forward and attack. As she did though, clenching down wider hindquarters, then hurling herself rashly towards the smiling goddess, her hooves failed to rise at the rate she’d expected (that was normal). The pallid creature fell fast, tongue flattened to the palate and she landed throat first in the mud with the heat of humiliation boiling through her face.

Bruised, filthy and with her pride properly battered, the adolescent ascended shakily with her tail clamped sheepishly between tingling sweating haunches. Her bloodshot eyes swam grimly across the puddled floor as she turned with agonising slowness to retreat, and as she left Halyven with tendrils still attached, Valkyrie promised silently, bitterly, that she’d return to avenge the travesty of this fateful day.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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@Hope
Hope
Currently championing:
#7
There was a quiet “ugh” emitted by the pale mare, which only caused Hope's smile to grow wider. If Valkyrie couldn't see the issues through talking and debate, perhaps being one would help to change her mind. There were also those pesky memories that filled the young woman's mind from her upbringing, which Hope had hope that blocking some of the memories would open her mind a bit more. Then, as the change manifested, Hope leaned back comfortably on her haunches to watch the spectacle.

Apparently the Rift had a sense of humor, as Valkyrie began to speak of the Galeae. It was a creature from the Rift and the way the mare had spoken it, the young deity could only assume that the jaws of the land had offered a trial of their own to accomplish. Her ears swiveled curiously as she gazed upon Valkyrie, wondering which of the gods would be cruel enough to punish her twice. But soon enough, Valkyrie was blaming Hope for the change and the trial, and all the deer deity could do was chuckle softly — a soft soothing sound.

When you have learned from this experience and have successfully accepted the change to your ways, I will return and fix you. For now, however, enjoy.” Hope spoke clearly to the young woman, offering a dip of her head, a smirk, and a wink before stepping back and allowing the white folds of the world to envelope her again. Then, Hope vanished from sight.

“Talk.”
HOPE
changes everything

@Valkyrie
HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#8
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


It was a nightmare, except, it seemed there was no chance that she’d wake to find it all over.

Valkyrie’s skull stood thick and resistant against the quiet, nurturing lesson so attempted by the enduring stag-like deity. Perhaps had the feisty, fiery-tempered young Shieldmaiden not been so brainwashed by the Sisterhood back in Sunnmōre, the benevolent, patient words spoken might not have been so poorly received—as it were, her entire understanding of the world and the dynamics of the cultures within it, were biased beyond logic. The pale-faced girl saw only the perspective of the education instilled within her, the smouldering eyes of the enemy gazing back; she would annihilate them all.

—once, of course, she had reigned in her flailing, wailing emotions and shed the infuriating bind of shadow.

Though distance grew between them—gradually—for Valkyrie, both humiliated, confused and writhing with anger beyond her ability to control, strode as swiftly as she could from the other’s presence, the smooth, melodic voice of the deer joined the wind whispering around her pulsing, painfully drawn out exit. With undeterred bitterness rampant through her own tone, the adolescent growled, “I don’t need you to fix me!” …an oath that perhaps promised a self-inflicted sentence of eternal anguish. Her stinging, tear-filled eyes did not divert from the wetted earth passing in a blur beneath her hooves and sharply-shaped ears did not flinch from their nest of flinging, drenched mane.

Valkyrie had no greater desire for Hope, than to see her perish with the Neanderthal species she so endorsed.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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