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Seeking Aid
Trial Uwaritace 
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1
K'yarie
The celestial mare gazed upon the blackened form of the ancient tree. Like she always did, the skeletal giant tenderly whispered her name to the mind of the star clad maiden. In tern K'yarie offered her a soft smile. She had not been to the withered tree since the Matrons had brought her back to life with magic and offered them gifts of gratitude. How long ago that was. Now the tree had returned to its saddened state as the mist swirled about her lower trunk like a white gown.

"Valkyrie, I have a task to a fulfill. Of which I seek your aid." The dark woman spoke. Her silken voice mingling with the tendrils of crystalize breath, that flowed from her lips. The day was cold. Though thankfully, no water fell from the sky to mare the beautiful constellations that danced within her coat. "I have sought more power from this world. In tern, it has given me a task I have yet to preform. I have been called to aid another in the act of stealing from someone." Her head turned slowly from the tree she had been admiring. Every action she preformed, full of a grace and mysterious allure that enshrouded the star-kissed lady. Her eyes lighted upon the masculine form of her female companion. Cursed by the god of Hope she now looked, sounded, and smelled of man. But K'yarie could look past this outer shell to see the girl within.

"For this I need your help, would you be willing?" She conveniently left out the information of her other trial. To convince someone to steal something. She feared that if she let the girl in on this task, it would be null and void and she'd have to start all over again. This was her second attempt at convincing someone to steal with her. The man who had been so willing the first time, had vanished before the task had been complete. Leaving her at square one. As unreliable as always, men.

She allowed her head to cock, an ebony locks falling in front of one of her eyes. For she was within her day form. Though she found it less pretty than her nightly gown, the woman was no less alluring. Though a lot less fanciful looking than when kissed by the moon. Even so she felt no need to worry that Valkyrie would refuse her. Her hold upon the maiden's mind and heart was enough to ensure this. But there was always a chance she would be refused. As unlikely as it was. This was why she waited expectantly. Her head lowered just enough so when she titled it (which was quite low due to the other's lack of height). She was looking up at the maiden. Her thick lashes framing violet eyes in a way most men, and some women, found nigh irresistible. A little charm wouldn't hurt to sell this.

talk talk talk talk
Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
image credit to Achiha-Azteca.


K'yarie is convincing someone to steal something. This is her trial.

@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#2
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


They arrived about late morning, at an old, burnt-out tree which had clearly seen better days. It was huge, dominating the dreary-grey sky-scape, rainless for a change, as far as her waning interest cared to see. Though there was indeed a peculiar amount of majesty woven through the intricate arrangement of otherwise gnarled, lifeless branches, Valkyrie felt less than inspired in its presence as they lingered, and a cavernous yawn pried her stiff jawline apart.

She glanced momentarily towards K’yarie, examining the almost spiritual affect glazing the other’s depthless eyes; her grace might have been ethereal and her strength like that beyond a mortal’s (only enhanced by the masculine beef now acquired), but her friend had unquestionably peculiar fascinations… for sure.

Turning back, bored, she found herself tracing the length of the tree’s hulking silhouette into the swirly veil  of mist below. The Shieldmaiden quite liked the ambiguousness about these well vegetated western regions, she felt it quite complimented the combined enigmatic essence she and the goddess embodied. Also, it obviously really flattered their boundless beauty - regardless of the ridiculous curse.  

Pretty white flowers, their dense carpet thinning the nearer it came towards Valkyrie, lured down her focus, though as her whiskered lips dipped to take one pretty bloom, the star-flecked mare began to speak. Distracted, the smaller horse’s face ascended once more and her perfectly pointed ears leaned forward to listen. She was instantly intrigued, drawn subliminal to the mention of power, a thing she desired for the sake of her own, self-indulgent quest, more than anything else in the world - she aimed to take it by whatever means necessary.

The daughter of Sunnmōre drew a baited breath and held it.

“Of course!…” she crooned quickly and readily, subconsciously mirroring the same smooth grace she’d witnessed in K’yarie, time and time again; there was within the smaller, however, a more untameable, borderless energy. Immediately the Shieldmaiden began to sift through the faces she had seen through their travels - still more, their possessions. How nice it would be to have something as fancy as that which now adorned her companion.

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



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Note: For clarity, Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3
K'yarie
It was adorable. How the young maiden was slowly beginning to emulate her goddess. It was fascinating, and self gratifying to see how much she was impressing upon the girl. Oh so pleasing to hear her willingly agree to aid her with what ever she desired. She was a dark creature that reveled in the adoration of the smaller mare. K'yarie would continue to seek to shape and mold her. To hold her heart and loyalty, as well as her mind. it was a power she would never receive from the Rift. The power to shape another and influence their path. It was intoxicating. It stroked her ego and awakened a sense of responsibility within her. Fore what the child saw, she did. So she had to take care to act accordingly.

The two mares had grown closer since that fateful night atop the summit. Two, independent women who sought power to achieve their own goals. Valkyrie's worlds washed over her and she offered a gracious smile, extending her nose for the other to touch. If Valkyrie accepted the gesture she would run her silken lips up her nose to her forehead, ending just before the jewel on her helm. "Thank you." She breathed, letting her lips hover over the other's skin a moment longer before retreating.

Her breath escaped her lungs in a long sigh. "How I tire of these travels." Her elegant steps brought her to the base of the trunk, where she would lower her frame to lay among the white flowers. Darkness resting against light. She had grown weary from their travels. "Come." She said, gesturing for Valkyrie to lay beside her, nestled against her side. If she were to accept the invitation K'yarie would curl around her intimately holding her precious girl close. "Come, and think on who we shall steal from, while we keep warm." The early air was still bitter and cold and the star-blessed desired some warmth in the mist.

talk talk talk talk
Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
image credit to Achiha-Azteca.



@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#4
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


The sultry, steaming breath of the goddess ghosted tantalisingly across the fine creamy facial hair which dressed Valkyrie’s sensitive skin. The blood beneath the sensual touch of her mistress boiled with wild delight and pallid lashes meshed together, anticipating the moment that those warm ashen lips might seal a kiss - oh, the yearning in her young, hormonal heart. K’yarie was a temptress, it was true, a siren, singing to the vulnerability of her victim’s adolescent whims, and the Shieldmaiden had suffered the same disappointment, many, many times over. Still, the alluring creature who’s unrivalled loveliness she idolised so, was impossible to ignore, and though the rollercoaster of her infatuation had thus far been without reward, the smaller girl clung steadily her stubborn kind of hope.

A sudden wave of cold air provoked her eyes to open.

The other’s curvaceous form had vanished from her side; the breath which Valkyrie had been holding released wistfully, and she watched her friend across the way, gliding with swinging, alluring hips, towards the old burnt out tree.

As she followed, perfectly round, unnaturally large hooves smothering the smaller hoof prints beneath, her quivering lips descended to grapple at lone spears of yellowing grass. The earth was waterlogged now and foraging was scarce. Without tainting their length with the acid in her own saliva, the devoted - no matter how conniving - Shieldmaiden, delivered a small bundle before the bent knees of the other. Often she mused about amassing an army of their own, but her intentions were malicious, and there was no decent foundation to forge upon, other than her unrelenting hatred for Hope (and those men). There had never been a decent time, to view the idea beyond the safety of her mind.

It would negate the need for these wanderings, at least…

“What would you have me steal?” Valkyrie hummed softly, folding her own legs to allow a gentle fall beside K’yarie. Like through the nights the winged mare had been allowed to so indulge in similar closeness, she knelt her weight unobtrusively into the cradle of the star-flecked mare’s embrace. Though the brightness of the overcast day grew about them, the chill was biting and her thickening coat was still sodden. Sifting through the blur of faces they had passed along the way, she considered the items - at least those she’d given heed to - for any that held potential and a sigh fluttered her thin nares as her chin dipped to rest amid the flowers.

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



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K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5
K'yarie
"That depends on you." She said when Val lay beside her. "You would be the one stealing the item. It would be up to you whether you keep or return it." She herself had some ideas. Though her recent encounter with the man, in the hollow tree, made taking from him less fun. Still, if Valkyrie could not produce an idea, she may have to use him. "Did an item from any of your previous encounters catch your eye?"

Her violet gaze had been focusing on the mist that swirled around them, as if she saw something within their white depths no other could. Now it turned to Valkyrie, her head cocking in curiosity. Her trial had been completed the moment Valkyrie had agreed to steal for her. But that did not cover her secondary trial that would follow. She felt that time was off the essence. The Rift would only wait for so long. It was beginning to grow impatient and she did not wish to undergo more tasks for the same request.
talk talk talk talk
Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
image credit to Achiha-Azteca.



@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#6
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


The idea hit the crafty Shieldmaiden with force, a shudder literally emanating from the startled heartbeat, pouring outwards through her core. There was a moment that she recalled, between the return of Hope and the point of realisation that the divine chandelier was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s attire; the moment, when the raging river of Blood Falls had eased and the queer vision of the bear god had melded back into the ether. All present had been left a reward of sorts, for their labour, some far more valuable than others…

Valkyrie had been given a useless, ugly charm which resembled something like a waterfall—a gift which she’d promptly pressed into the mud beneath her hoof—however, the little urchin’s charm oozed fog, delightful, obscuring red fog. The effect was not continuous, only adding to the appeal, it seemed only to emanate and shroud the scrawny wearer when another aimed to touch her. Valkyrie had, of course, momentarily aimed her lips towards it (even to thieve it), but Eira had vanished more or less beneath its magnificent shield.

Jealous, the winged-mare had desired it terribly.

“Alright…” Valkyrie drawled slowly, pushing the sudden tension from her frame as her consciousness returned to the present. “Yes, there is a little something. Now that you mention it…” She feared the other’s disapproval and so spoke not of the logistics—who, where, what—falling instead into a heavily brooding silence quickly after. The white woman could only imagine the convenience of cloaking fog during battle; vanishing as the enemy descended to assault. There was also a flame-wielding spear that she'd seen many months later...

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



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K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#7
K'yarie
"That depends on you." She said when Val lay beside her. She did not endeavor to interrupt the maiden's thoughts. She simply observed her as the gears turned within her mind. Something had caught her interest. But it didn't seem to be the thing that she chose to go after. Her head titled at the other's words. Though Val did not elaborate. For now she'd let that lay within the realm of mystery. So long as she had convinced her to steal something. That was truly all that mattered. The finer details could come later.

She'd seek to place her neck over the other. Resting her cheek against the shield maiden's. "Good." She purred. "We can begin in the morning." She'd remain in this close embrace for as long as Valkyrie desired. Her main falling around them in a celestial veil. "For now, lets rest." She was tired from her travels. Tired of the games. She simply wished to enjoy the warmth of the other mare for a time.

talk talk talk talk
Fear not this Night.
You will not go Astray
Though shadows fall, still the Stars find their way
image credit to Achiha-Azteca.



@Valkyrie {We can end this here or you can reply?}
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#8
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


The choice between the two items was tough. Each was irresistible for a completely different reason and the fact of the matter was, Valkyrie wanted them both. It was, however, the black and white’s spear which won out—they were closer to the last place that that horse had been seen, and thought of Hope’s groupies guarding the diseased waif and her trinket was a healthy enough deterrent. A resolute grin sliced through the pensive expression dressing her thickened features, and her crystal-blue eyes turned to find K’yarie’s.  

A brief exchange took place before the goddess’s purpled throat slid atop her own and came to rest. The warmth radiating between them was a welcome change to the icy wind and the endless rain, and the paler dipped her dimpled, whiskered chin yet lower, leaning it upon the stiff bugle of one knee. A similar feeling of fatigue washed through Valkyrie as they lay, and she found herself lulled by the soft, rhythmic breath of her friend; bright blonde lashes fought to free her eyes, yet, as the minutes bled by, she soon fell beneath the heavy wave of slumber.

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



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