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A Starlit Ballet
Private Siren's Summit 
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1
K'yarie
The stars twinkled in the dark void above. A sea of glittering lights older than time itself. Beautiful, fathomless, mysterious in their power. Yet they paled in comparison to the ethereal beauty that seemed to glide across the open terrain of the dormant volcano. Away from the young forest she moved with poise and elegance, within the bowl of the slumbering giant. Her plasma mane and tail streaming through the breeze like the neon purple tails of wistful comets, specs of stardust swirling in their depths.

Around her six orbs of slow, pulsating color danced about her, joined by her piece of hope and its pure white light. Beneath her the shadows flickered as if alive. Eager for the grace of her touch as she trotted along the land. Her pelt, the embodiment of heavenly beauty, was kissed by the moving, shining forms of galaxies and stars. Most twinkled and swirled within the dark pool of her ebony coat, purples, greens, and other vibrant colors with white stars amidst them. On rare occasion, a single star or comment would shoot across her pelt in the form of a small streak of vibrant light. Violet eyes aglow with the same mysterious power, gazed forward as she seemed to dance across the hard earth.

Like a ballet dancer, a regal swan in flight. A being so beyond this world that one had to wonder why she would waste her time on this pitiful land. Why would she move so effortlessly, vibrantly upon this earth rather than dance along the trails of stars above? Why indeed was she bound to this corrupt, dyeing place? Because it was her home and it flowed within her veins like life itself. Just as vital as the blood that fueled her finely honed muscles. So she remained, content within her world as she sought to save it. Left to dance within the darkness as the stars and shadows glittered and swayed to her silent tune.

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
#2
It had already been some months since the start of the Trial of the Shield. It had been an exhilarating moment  for Valkyrie, shared her beloved Sisters, taking the first steps beyond the familiarity of the ice-capped peaks and cut granite roads of Sunnmøre. There was an amount of anticipation however, which had clouded and concerned her throughout the event, that her return would mark the first of many expected successes. That meant, without the prize expected, there should be no return.

Everything that she had ever known and trusted lay beneath those cloud girthed cliffs. All of her knowledge and the understanding that she had formed about the world outside, had both been moulded and manipulated there, conditioned into her without the threat of external contamination; the bonds she had formed allowed only the interaction, and loving, of one another within the Sisterhood - in a sense, their dynamics were incestuous and immoral, defying the very honour they hoped in fact, to achieve. Valkyrie knew no better. She knew no other word than that preached by the High-Maiden and her Advisors; she understood that her life, was crafted by, thus owned by the Shieldmaidens.

She was indebted.

For the sake of the women of Loorien.

The young horse had departed the strange Portal realm and the great rainforest that flanked it at last, with the bold intention of finding the cooler summit that Roscorro had mentioned a good time ago, somewhere away to the west. She had tried a good number of times to clean away the filth of her merry travels - the mud, the salt and the stains - yet even the icy fingers of the murky black ocean seemed incapable of curing her vain discomfort. For the first few days, she made a futile attempt to travel by night; for the sun’s scorching touch burnt painful blisters into her skin. It became quickly apparent that travel through the night alone was too slow though, so she was forced to brave each fierce day in addition, and rest only when she could bear the weight of exhaustion no longer.

All too rapidly, Valkyrie grew a deep loathing for the sun, the heat and the putrid, ever-present humidity - and nausea that their combination stirred within her. Many times she wanted to abandon the idea, throw hope to the screeching vermin that often stalked her path; they were horrid beasts, that appeared as though out of nowhere, in flocks whose numbers easily rivalled the haze of filthy flies calling her home. Whenever they converged, chattering and screeching in their ear-splitting way, she found her self paralysed and quite without the ability to flee. As if to rub salt into the wound, the itch that was left after their bloody, frenzied feeding, was probably the worst sensation she had ever known - the hours to follow nearly sent her insane.

She did, however, eventually come across Ennunyenda, burrowed down invitingly beneath an otherwise shadow-slick, sunbaked west. For a solid few days Valkyrie dabbled like a drunken child in their delightfully debilitating aromas, and should it not have been for the unclean surfaces she slipped and stumbled against (the grime and silt turning her precious appearance brown), she might have lingered there forever, without a further care in the world.

At last the way seemed clearer; a great mountain rose like a beacon on the horizon and Valkyrie end endeavoured to find the quickest route she could, to it. The journey in full, would have taken at least a month or maybe more, but as the shadow of the magnificent summit fell upon her, embraced her at last, the mammoth, ridiculous effort it had taken, all seemed worthwhile. She could see from a distance, upon its vast sloping sides, a lush-looking forest of pines grew thick, yet different to the one that still remained for her to negotiate. Eagerly she began, fuelled by the theory that a great blue lake would be waiting on the other side, and as the level of her vibrant young excitement mounted, the acceleration of her hooves advanced.

There was no lake to be found when the forest around her thinned, and her heart sank with dismay as she skidded to a clumsy halt, knee deep in swamp-mud.

“Where is the water?” she pleaded pointlessly into the creaking, gurgling atmosphere, all the while racking her memory for the words the giant creature had spoken (of course she’d barely paid them heed). Beyond the sticky, stinking mire ahead, the lay of the land seemed to turn upwards and with her nose turned disgustedly towards the sky, she splashed in that direction; unavoidably lathering her legs and belly, in a thick dressing of the horrid stuff. Though the lake Roscorro had suggested, did truly exist, Valkyrie turned began to wander, disheartened. There was no denying she was lost, and as the level of her fatigue (both mental and physical), began to climax, she sought shelter from the dying day on the wooded slopes of the mountain.

She needed to regroup…

A sharp crack and the rustle of leaves nearby pulled the Daughter from sleep. Night had fallen some time ago, and the air was filled with the sound of frogs croaking below, and crickets scattered throughout the mesh of needles across the ground; with ears perfectly pricked and eyes adjusting slowly to the misty darkness, the Daughter stepped from her shelter and began to climb upwards. With any luck, a map of constellations would be present to perhaps help her pick the best course, home.

The closer she neared to the top of the curious mountain, the fresher the air and the better she felt. Gulping hungrily she breached a crest and found to her surprise, both an entirely new landscape nestled inside a crater, and a stranger - easily the more captivating of the two. She moved with such fluid grace, like singing wind as it sailed smoothly through the highest mountain crags; her coat mirrored the sparkling night sky far above and more, entrancing hues shifted across her and shadows kissed with such tenderness as the heels that flicked silently behind her stride. The creature, with a mane and tail maybe longer than the High-Maiden’s (it was important, it meant superiority and splendidness above all else), was irresistible, and the Daughter dropped down from the rim to find her.

“Hello there, excuse me… please!” she called through the dim air between them, lifting her knees to a swifter, smoother speed. Of course, she was a woman, nothing so perfect could ever be man.

(ooc: I'm sorry for the length .___. - tldr - she arrives in the crater of the volcanoe and calls out, running towards K'yarie)

K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3
K'yarie
The cry of another caused her head to turn, slow and graceful. Titled just so as her glowing orbs took in the dirty form of the mare as she ran after her. Her long, elegant strides slowed to allow the smaller woman to catch up. When she did so the star-kissed being would slow to a stop. Her movements were unhurried, like the movement of a cloud as it drifted across the sea of stars. Even as she glided to a halt her phantasmal mane and tail would continue to stream outward. The gaseous forms waving and drifting with a hypnotic movement. The stardust within them glittering.

Upon her being the galaxy continued to move, as alive as the heavens above. Some had whispered that her pelt reflected the heavens of another world. For the constellations were unlike any seen within their own sky. Others thought it was a map of her very soul, its fathomless depths and beauty on display for the world to see. Or perhaps it was simply the touch of her vanity magic that painted this unknown universe upon her being, reflecting nothing more than the magic of the rift itself? It was a mystery that would forever remained unsolved, a tantalizing question that stirred the more romantic or curious hearts. It added to her allure, her ethereal beauty. She was a being that all wished to touch, to claim as their own. One that was so far out of their reach that they could never hope to obtain her.

Her head titled downward to meet the gaze of the mare that had so desperately desired to come close to her being. Taking in her muddied form. Dirty from travel until even her armor no longer shone with the same vigor as it had upon her first arrival. But underneath K'yarie could see the form of a pretty little mare. One far younger than herself, inexperienced in the world. Though the wings upon her head were odd, the heavenly woman did not believe she was a native of her lands. There was a certain way a native carried themselves as they moved across their homeland. Even so, she did not hold the same ill will towards the non-native as many of her fellow Riftians did. Instead, a smile graced her lips. "Hello." She purred. Her voice like silk as it flowed from velvet lips. "Are you lost?"


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

ooc: I live!
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#4
Like something born from dreams and desire, the phantasmic creature (perhaps not even truly tangible), was lost for a second between the swirling, billowing veil of infinite, vaporous hair; no, t’was constellations, a galaxy, turning around an ethereal goddess - Valkyrie hesitated, paused, and standing in a stupor, watched as the magnificent woman materialised at last through her cosmic curtain, gliding forward to meet her.

The smile which grew through the strange creature’s chromatic features stirred a vigorous chorus of goosebumps to prickle down the length of the young filly’s pale spine. Still smoother than that soft wind around them, words lifted through the darkness dividing them, and the Daughter smiled without reserve. For the first time since her plunge into the Rift, she almost felt comfortable - contented.

“Hello,” the smaller returned with surprising ease, and with the same high revere which should have dressed a conversation with the High-Maiden of Sunnmøre.

“...a little lost,” she added quickly, soothed by the queer, purplish glow in the gaze that beheld her. “I am Valkyrie, of the Shieldmaidens,” (should legend of the Sisterhood have leaked at all, into the veins of this underworld), “and I was hoping there might be a lake to bathe in here.” She’d not perceived any falseness about the advice that Roscorro had offered, but as she stood in the company of the enigmatic woman, there in the cut belly of a mountain, she began to wonder. “It was suggested I seek out the summit, yet all I could find was mud…”

As though to prove the grimness of her plight, she gestured her pastel pink nose (without touching of course), to the caked sludge discolouring each foreleg. Surely one with such unrivalled splendour as this would understand the value of aesthetic image. Glancing back, Valkyrie offered a warm unfeigned smile.

K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5
K'yarie
The other was temporality dumbfound. Rendered speechless by her glory. Though she was beautiful within the light of the day, she was truly spectacular during nightfall. Truly no other looked like her. Bathed in heavenly essence from head to hoof. It was natural for others to gawk, to feel as if they had entered the presence of an otherworldly being. Perhaps even a god. She loved it. Reveled in it. She was among the most beautiful of this land, surely. She graciously waited for the girl to find her voice, understanding of her momentary awe of silence.

Finally words began to flow from the other. The revere in her voice stroking the dark woman's ego. But none of this was revealed to the other. She remained composed, poised, that gentle smile softening her features.. She listened to the young maiden's plight. She understood her need to refresh herself. The rigors of travel were not easy upon one's beauty, or body. Her neck arched as she give a nod before lowering it to met Valkyrie's gaze. "A lake does reside atop this summit." She answered, voice like starlight. Her gaze sympathetic to her discomfort."As fate would have it, I am traveling to the lake as well to do a little star gazing." She remained gentle and kind to the girl who showed her such respect. She was but a lost yearling in need of assistance. She saw little harm in helping guide her. Turning she titled her head, every movement alluring, elegant, expounding up her godlike appearance. "Come. I will show you."


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
No other in the whole of the Sisterhood, was as exquisite as the High-Maiden of Sunnmōre. She was a goddess among them, cherished as such and it was in Her name whom their prays and song were lifted at every opportunity. Blessed beyond perfection, still better than any magic could craft, She epitomised strength and beauty; with hair that poured like glistening snow to sprawl around dainty, rose-gold hooves and eyes that sparkled even on the grimmest, moonless night, blue like the belly of an iceberg. She was a figure of elegance and unrivalled sophistication and many a victory on the battlefields of old Loorien, had been marshalled by Her. Feared so, and equally adored, the Sisters of the Shield served Her cause without qualm or question; after all, it was by Her good grace that they had all been given life. No womb had nurtured their prenatal souls and they knew not the combined love of two parents - the puny seeds of sublimity had been forged beneath the cold shells of eggs, and it was from these that the Sisterhood had grown.

This woman, kissed with constellations and gliding beneath the wild breath of distant galaxies could only have been born from the same preternatural beginning- She too was divine, godlike. Though She lacked the familiar unblemished tone worn by the High-Maiden, and Her height was easily triple that of her Sisters, Valkyrie felt helplessly drawn to - if not infatuated with - the breathtakingly beautiful horse poised statuesquely before her.

There had been few so benevolent as She in the feral wildness she’d conquered thus far, and the humbled youth found her lips pulling into a stupefied grin, echoing the same which emerged so tranquilly into the other’s expression, to comfort her. There was no doubting She understood the despair that went hand in hand with uncleanliness - sympathy pooled beneath the glittering purple of the eyes that caressed her. The Daughter of the Shield gazed with growing longing back, and a small, quivering sigh brushed her lips when the Goddess confirmed her theory about the lake; what a relief, and without hesitation she moved to match (the best she ought), the sweeping stride of her friend. “My name is Valkyrie,” she hummed with a gentleness yet won by the chaos of the Rift, and queried quickly with a hint of yearning in her voice, “what may I call you, please?” As they walked, the smaller arched her neck a little higher and drew each knee a little higher, perhaps to win a pleased reaction from her senior. ;lo

≥÷
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#7
K'yarie
She noticed the change that came upon the girl. The way she held her head, the highness of her steps. All in a manner to carry herself with more grace and poise so as to impress her guide. Though next to the larger, celestial being, with body caked in mud she may appear comical to others. Her efforts were not lost upon K'yarie who was slightly touched that she would go through such trouble. She had become quite taken with her, so it would seem. The godly being found her soft lips curling into another smile as she strode beside her little companion.

Though she was sure her new follower would do everything in her power to keep pace with her, the star-blessed was not so self absorbed as one may believe. She considered the other's shorter gate, and graciously adjusted her own. Settling into a pace that would be comfortable for the both of them. Her mane and tail once against streamed out behind her, waving and curling as they glowed and twinkled in the darkness. The star-like orbs that floated about the mare danced around the two, lighting their path and the surrounding darkness in various, colorful hues. Kissing the younger's fur with their light as they hovered near her, whispering words in an ancient tongue, before skittering away to fly ahead.

As they walked her lost little lamb spoke, introducing herself as Valkyrie. Again her neck arched as gracefully as a swan as she gazed down at Valkyrie. "You may call me, K'yarie." Her named rolled off of her tongue like a magic spell. "It is a pleasure to meet you, dear Valkyrie." Her head lifted to gaze out across the path that they walked. Her stars crested the rise seconds before them. She slowed, her breath leaving her lips in a contented sigh as the view of the lake came into view. Spread out before them, nestled in the protective grasp of pine trees and mountain, was the lake. The surface, as still as glass, perfectly reflected the heavens above. Billions of stars twinkled within the black depths, as if a piece of the sky had fallen to the earth and come to rest atop this summit.

The sight was truly breathtaking and it caused the mare pause as she basked in the serene beauty of her home. This would be one of the few night left before the skies would be closed by a veil of clouds and her stars were hid from her. She would not be able to gaze comfortably upon this pristine view until the season of the Drench had passed. A reverent stillness settled over the woman. A softness, touching her features. This was her true love. The night and all of its splendor. "Beautiful." She breathed, her head titling to her companion, eyes sparkling. "Is it not?"

She would wait until the other drank her fill of the beautiful view before descending towards the lake. Her tail would drift towards Val, dissolving into millions of sparkled as it brushed against her shoulder. "It is beautiful, but deadly." She spoke as she drifted down towards the waters. Her words alluding to far more than just that of the waters. "For dangerous creatures lurk beneath its surface." She smiled again as she looked to her companion. "But I shall watch over you as you bathe. None will dare come near."She couldn't have her new admirer become prey to some siren or other beast of this world. Her hooves kissed the water's edge before she took a confidant step within the waves. A galaxy swimming among the vastness of space. The star-like orbs danced across the water, sparkling against the ripples created by their master. Several descended beneath the waves, lighting up the lake and revealing the sand beneath. None would sneak up upon Valkyrie as she bathed. The angelic being stopped as the water reached her knees before turning to face Valkyrie.

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.


ooc: These two. <33
@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#8
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


Bathed in the rich purple twilight emanating from her guide, Valkyrie (whose pasty coat too, was aglow beautifully across her neck, rump and sloping spine), let her light blue eyes absorb the serenity of the night-kissed crater.

How queer it seemed, even to her, that a wilderness so unexpectedly pristine, could exist so peacefully beside the fringe of revolting, fetid quagmire; actually, it reminded her of the way she, herself, dwelled so tolerantly in the brutish face of masculinity. She gazed in wonder from the murky stagger of pines cloaking the slope in the dimming distance, to the nearer boulders of deep obsidian hue, and then again back to K’yarie, whose ethereal mane billowed playfully out in wake of her gliding stride.

When they paused, the soft glitter of motionless water attracted her crystal gaze.

The goddess to her side drew a breath and released it at length, only complimenting further the grandeur of the moment and Valkyrie too, sighed gently, for a feeling of belonging seemed to colour her young mind. There, before the starlit body of black water, a smile grew broader across the pale pink breadth of her mouth. “It’s perfect…” she answered the smooth question as it touched with feather-lightness to her turned, white ear; and beneath her breath, the enamoured Shieldmaiden added, “just like you.” Though she might have liked to bask there in the splendour of that minute forever, she withdrew her admiring gaze reluctantly from the other and sinewy limbs stretched forward to carry her along behind, in the direction of the lake.

As they strode, the paler keeping in line with K’yarie’s spangled thigh, she listened closely to the advice being offered - something sinister perhaps, lurking beneath that crystalline facade. As though expecting something to rise from the depths and greet their arrival, Valkyrie’s curious eyes danced around the surface hesitantly and she lingered on the sloping embankment while the goddess descending without even a splash. The orbs that turned constantly around the otherworldly mare, illuminated the lake well and soon the Daughter of Sunnmōre was closing the remaining distance; slipping with baited breath into the icy, lovely water.

Pausing as she reached the point where the other was waiting, the creamy-white smiled cautiously. Valkyrie had witnessed a great many monsters since arriving in the Rift, and as she slipped quietly on to a deeper area, she was careful to wade only where K’yarie’s light beamed.  

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



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