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A Storm Upon The Waters
Open Rainforest Cliffs 
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1
K'yarie
She was devoted to the moon...

The sea was grey and angry. Stirred by the storms overhead. The clouds gathered enemas as they released their burdensome load down upon the earth. Their tears, that would normally give life, would soon begin to drown. Killed by the sky's sorrow. Adorned with her morning gown the beautiful mare stood atop the cliff face. Gazing out over the sea with beautiful violet eyes. She was outlined by the grey sky and churning sea. Exposed upon the top of this cliff, she was a singular pillar standing against the elements.

Rain water streamed down her body, flowing over every curve and muscle. Wetting her mane until it clung to her elegantly curved neck. She shone, wet, slick, and tantalizing to the eye. Her entire being not only wearing the storm, but working it. Somehow, even drenched, she managed to appear flawless. A gift and a curse, perhaps. One that she would shamelessly flaunt if the need arose.

As she stood the feeling of elegance came off her in waves. Not as overbearing as that of a highborn noble. More subtle in her confidence for she was not in the mind to impress that of others. The drench was by far her least favorite time of year. It was truly difficult to keep herself looking presentable, with her mane and tail always plastered against her in an uncomfortable fashion. It was only by the light of the moon and stars, when her hair turned to comet tails, that she found relief. Still despite her own critical view of her outward appearance, to any outside observer she was pristine.

Her discomfort was easily hidden within her soul. She had no true friends to reveal her troubles to, or to leave upon. A sad fact. Honestly the lone stallion Watcher was perhaps the only horse she felt she could trust. Though they never went so far as to call one another friends. Even still, she was not about to cast her worries and pitiful complains upon him. He had little pity for those who complained about their life and how hard it was. Oh how nice it would be to find a horse she could trust as deeply as she had once trusted her sister. But she knew that this was likely to never happen. With that trust, came betrayal. inflicting deep wound that had not completely healed. Perhaps it never would. She could only truly trust herself. It was a lonely fact. But a necessary one. Her heart could not take another betrayal. She continued to gaze out at the world beyond, lost in thought.


"Talk."
in its darkness she found comfort.
And in its light she found Hope



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Open to anyone! Bob you asked me to tag @Ricochet when I made this. Here ya go!
Ricochet
Currently championing:
#2

"FUCK!" he shouted, not really caring who heard; because his shoulder hurt like hell and he didn't know a damn thing about fixing it. After the fight with the terminator wannabe he had run away to lick his wounds quietly; except what he didn't know is that wounds as bad as his shoulder puncture didn't just go away. So he had sat on it for about a week, waiting for it to slowly close up and heal into an ugly scar, but as the days wore on it only grew more painful, irritated, and soon pus began to ooze from its edges. He had dunked himself into the ocean once or twice, hoping the salt would help in the healing process. All it had really done was hurt like a motherfucker.

So he was back for a third time, limping quite badly and a grimace across his dark features. His rusty eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep, and his hooves were beginning to develop thrush from him constantly walking in the moist parts of the land. Drench was a cruel bitch, and he never knew how to exactly escape its wrath. As he neared the edges of the cliffs, his bleary eyes managed to find someone else standing alone in the rain. It was obviously a woman, curvy and with a coat of regal purple silk. Her mane and tail eagerly clung to her curves, and unless the infection was causing him to hallucinate, he was certain she had star shine swimming in her fur. He stopped in his place, squinting his eyes to ensure it was actually another horse, before picking up his limping pace in her direction.

"HEY!" he shamelessly crowed as he made his approach,"HOW ABOUT INSTEAD OF LOOKING LONGINGLY INTO THE SEA YOU HELP A RIFTIAN OUT. THIS AIN'T TITANIC AND YOU'RE NOT ON TOP OF THE WORLD ROSE!" In all honesty, even if he didn't need to yell to be heard over the howling wind, he likely still would. Just because there was no volume down button on Ricochet.

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS
GRIND YOU DOWN

@K'yarie - my posts will likely be longer the further we go.
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3
K'yarie
She was devoted to the moon...

His noise was less than pleasant to the ear. Loud, obnoxious, demanding. Her cranium turned, her eyes blinking slowly as she acknowledge his presence. Her lips curled into a smile. He truly expected help when confronting her is such a manner? Her eyes easily found his wound. Infected and oozing. She could simply slip away and leave him to die a painful death as the infection poisoned his blood. He had done little to impress upon her the desire to aid him. He was vulgar and demanding. Expecting her to be some servant to him and clean up his mess.

"Perhaps not." She purred. "But it seems your own world will end soon enough. And this, Rose, does not care to help those who simply demand it from her." She sauntered away from the cliff. Chin tucked, head slightly tilted as she gave him a sidelong look. She circled around him, taking in every angle. "Perhaps if you ask more nicely, I will help you save yourself."

She had circled around, going from left to right until she stood off to his right. She was not within reach, though even if she was she was confident that she could handle him. She was larger and stronger, he weekend from that wound of his. He looked as if he was going to collapse at any moment. He clearly had trouble focusing on her when he approached. His eyesight was failing him. Not a good sign. In truth she had no plan to leave this pitiful creature like this. One in such a dire state would be desperate for help.

So desperate that if she were to help him, he'd owe her a favor. She enjoyed having others owe her things. And this stallion was just rude enough that she would delight in holding something over his head. He was neither a young one, nor anyone that would stir her weak, kind heart. Yes, she'd have no qualms against forcing this stallion into her dept. But she wasn't going to simply aid him because he demanded it from her. She had more pride then that.

"Talk."
in its darkness she found comfort.
And in its light she found Hope



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@Ricochet

ooc: Anyone is still welcome to jump in.
Ricochet
Currently championing:
#4

She was quick to retort, and wasted no time in shutting him down and his request. Whatever, he didn't care. He knew the Rift would kill him one day and he was ready to face it. His hazy eyes studied her movements, how she held her body with such graceful confidence. She was hot and she fucking knew it and even though Ricochet agreed, it still rubbed him the wrong way. She was no innocent, coy princess. She was a beauty that was true, but she held a bit of beast deep within her as well. A siren as you will, calling to him with those violet eyes and smile that seemed to indicate that she was up to no good. As he watched her in his delusional phase his hormones were quite conflicted. Should he flirt and hope that she take pity, and maybe get some action on the side? Or should he just tell her to go fuck herself and go die in peace?

"Yeah..." he began in a more subdued tone, eyes roving over her body again thoughtfully before continuing,"Asking nicely really isn't my style. So I think I'll go die over there now. Later toots, careful where you shake that ass because someone might smack it." With that he began to limp past her, still managing to hold his head high while the rest of him was crumbling away into nothingness. He didn't make it far, because he had managed to step into a small hole that twisted his bad leg just enough to send him crashing into the dirt. With his leg awkwardly splayed beneath his body, he stared blankly ahead of him as the rain continued to pour down his mangled mess of a body. He was pissed because that was a terrible exit, but he was also too weak to right himself.

Sheer will had been driving him at that point, but with the possibility of death in his mind his body had decided to no longer lend strength to a lost cause. It was with slow movements that he at least managed to correct his legs, now laying on one side and breathing heavily. His world was spinning and his mind was switching back and forth, almost like it did when he went into one of his mental phases. He called those the blackout, because even though he is technically coherent in those moments, he never truly remembers what happened when he comes to. But that didn't really matter now, because he was so close to dying, and so he might as well just enjoy the sound of the rain falling onto the muddy ground.

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS
GRIND YOU DOWN

@K'yarie
Permission to do anything and whatever to Ricochet aside from maiming or killing. Tag in all posts.
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5
K'yarie
She was devoted to the moon...

His eyes roved over her. He didn't speak at first, just kept devouring her figure with his gaze. Typical. She knew where his thoughts were going with that gaze. Yet despite this, when he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything nicely, or make any sort of attempt to make a deal, or anything one might expect. Instead he opted to die rather than speak in a more civil manner. She rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking. Slightly amused by it all. When he collapsed she sauntered over to him, her soft lips brushing his ear. "Your bravado is going to get you killed." She whispered. "Why don't we make a deal then? I will help you. Even teach you how to heal yourself so you don't end up this way again. And in turn..." She paused, brushing her lips closer to his ear letting them touch his cheek before speaking again. "You will owe me a favor that I can call upon at anytime. I am sure a strong stallion like you could help a, lonely girl out, one day. An exchange of services." She stepped back, her lips brushing behind his ear and down his cheek again in a suggestive manner.

She'd try to play to his manly card. Convince him that this would work out in his favor. That she had the same intentions and hopes as him for what the future may hold. She had no such intentions, but if she could keep that idea going in his mind, he may just be willing to give in. If he refused she was not entirely sure what she would do. Would she truly leave him to die, or would that blasted weakness of her's kick in again. Not that he had given her any reason to feel sorry for himself. In fact, had she know he was the stallion who fought Ruwin, she'd likely have finished him off here and now. She had on odd fondness for that man. But she was not aware of this, and so she waited for his response as the rain continued to fall.


"Talk."
in its darkness she found comfort.
And in its light she found Hope



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@Ricochet

ooc: Still an open thread, if anyone wants to interrupt their little conversation. xD
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#6
Even the incessant rain - really, she’d known nothing like it - couldn’t dampen her mood, not since the discovery of K’yarie, who had more or less been the focus of each moment ever since.

With a heart lighter and brighter than it had been for months, Valkyrie strode through the undergrowth clutching a bouquet of tantalising treasures that she had gathered about the forest and secured between teeth and spear. The godly woman she held in such high revere had continued ahead in doughty spirit, drawn perhaps by the wordless song of the very universe itself (or some equally significant calling), and her loyal, attentive fantasist had lingered to piece together an offering of the finest morsels the rainforest region had to offer.

All had been laid upon the great green leaf of a palm-type plant and wrapped afterwards, into the shape of a funnel. The carefully selected blooms and close-to-rotting cherries dotted alongside them, peeked in a playful flash of vivid colour out from the top; the ambitious young Shieldmaiden was proud of the arrangement and looked forward to presenting it.

As she found the soggy, muddy path they’d originally been following (or the one selected by celestial woman, and Her company by proxy…), a voice rang clear through the soft drum of the rain and Valkyrie paused at once to listen, with delicate ears pitched forward against the cool ridge of her helm. It was a voice too loud and obnoxious to be that of a woman; her curious gaze stiffened and lashes narrowed across gleaming blue beneath, though she was sure K’yarie would more than hold Her own against similarly sounding filth. Nevertheless, lean, unavoidably sullied knees slipped into a canter and she splashed the remaining distance until the outline of the familiar (knowing her now, both by day and by night), figure stood like a stone sculpture atop the cliff.

The Daughter might have paused at that point to absorb the majestic quality of the scene, but another stood with her, and the low drone of his voice stirred forth anger not felt for many weeks.

“Insolent wretch…” she muttered under her breath, sliding from the shrubbery to slip and stumble across wet rock, and halt at last in the shadow of the goddess. Though a prolific tirade brewed beneath the surface of her scowling expression, Valkyrie held her silence respectfully - aware that the situation was without a doubt under K’yarie’s perfect control. Perhaps, if she paid close attention, she could learn how to manage this, the lowest form of life, so eying the man's wound closely, the pale horse placed her gift by her hooves and waited.

Ricochet
Currently championing:
#7

At the sound of her approach he huffed, ready for another rambling of some sort from her pretty but obnoxious mouth. Yet when her lips touched his ear a shiver ran down his spine, and his legs stiffened in surprise from the sudden contact. Her words were not being registered, for the sheer discomfort of having physical contact was enough for him to scramble way and immediately squawk aloud,"Woah woah woah Gilbert Grape let's fucking keep our lips to ourselves." Despite the desire to continuing scooting away from her his body refused, legs slowly coming to a halt and simply going limp. His breath had gone ragged, eyes losing focus and mind flickering in and out of consciousness.

After catching his breath and settling his looked to her with gritted teeth, snapping out irritably,"I don't owe anyone favors, especially big purple bitches like you. NOW FUCK-" His sentence cut short at the sight of girl, happily walking up with a bouquet of flowers clutched in her pale mouth. She was respectful of distance with the woman, but the look in her eyes was unmistakable; one of pure admiration for her. It was this image that suddenly brought Ricochet back in his disoriented state, to a time where his eyes shined like that when looking at a beautiful woman. With hair of silk and eyes of beautiful green, a woman of true beauty that he cherished always. Even when she would slam her hooves down on his face and sides every day.

Then the image came of the magma, the giant crevice opening to suck her petite little body in; the sounds of her enraged screams as she fell to her doom. And he, lost and terrified and confused as to what had just happened as the light of the lava glimmered in his rust colored eyes. Snapping back to reality he jerked his head in K'yarie's direction; sides beginning to heave once again as he spoke softly for the first time,"Get her out of here..." When her response wasn't fast enough for him, his teeth baring and voice screeching,"GET HER THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME SHE DOESN'T NEED TO SEE THIS." It was this final amount of exertion did his body finally have enough, for his eyes suddenly rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness.

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS
GRIND YOU DOWN

@K'yarie - he'll likely wake up in the next post or two. But we can see where this goes xD
Permission to do anything and whatever to Ricochet aside from maiming or killing. Tag in all posts.
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#8
K'yarie
She was devoted to the moon...

He recoiled at her touch, his voice like an abrasive stone as it assaulted her ears. She didn't think he had so much energy left. But she was wrong. Again she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Were all stallions this stubborn? Never accepting help even if it meant striking a deal with someone. Death or a simple favor. The choice did not seem hard to her. Though favors did often have a way of biting you in the rump, at least you were still alive. But this one would rather die then owe anyone anything. Was he really so proud, or was he afraid of what she might ask? "Then die." She said simply, seeing that she would get nowhere with this one. He was far too stubborn and foolish to see reason.

She felt a presence coming up behind her and she tilted her head to see who was intruding upon their little conversation. Her lips curled in a welcome smile to see the young Valkyrie approaching. That smile brighten further at the sight of her gift. A thoughtful offering that touched the dark mare's heart. The yearling had scarily left her side since their chance encounter atop the summit and the goddess did little to deter her from following. She enjoyed to company and constant, quiet worship that girl offered. In fact, she could go so far as to say that she was becoming attached to Valkyrie.

The stallion drew her attention back to him as he spoke again. At his sudden outburst she instinctively stepped in front of the smaller woman, so as to shield her from the brute. He had a lot more energy left, it would seem. The tirade lasted a few seconds before the male blacked out. Only the pleasant sound of rain filled the air. For the first time since encountering Valkyrie, a frown touched the woman's lips. "Come." She spoke softly to the petite maiden. She turned her back on Ricochet as she faced Valkyrie. "I do not wish to gaze upon his pathetic form any longer. If he wishes to die so badly, we shall leave him to do so."

She was done with the bull headed stallion. He had not only refused her but had reacted in a hostile manner towards her dear Valkyrie. Such actions were unacceptable and she sought to distance themselves from him. Her eyes found the gift once more and her features softened. "Is this for me?" She knew it was, but felt the maiden deserved to present it to her. She had clearly taken great care and time to prepare this present, the woman would let her take pride in her efforts as she offered her this leaf and its contents.

"Talk."
in its darkness she found comfort.
And in its light she found Hope



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@Ricochet @Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#9
The rain was cold, steady as they stood exposed upon the windblown cliff top, cleansing Valkyrie’s glamorous creamy-white coat of stubbornly matted winter hair, mud and thistle matter which had snagged during the course of their aimless journeying. The downpour had fallen without hint of ceasing, for nearly a month (maybe longer), and though the Shieldmaiden very much favoured the cooler climate (for she hailed from the frozen peaks of northern Loorien), the feeling of constant saturation and the weight of her water-logged hair was niggling away both her already flimsy patience. Nevertheless, her spirits had been comparatively high, for K’yarie was a fount of perfectly wonderful information, and an ever inspirational companion to flank.

As the wind roared against her backwards nestled ears, and rain channelled along the chiselled lines of her face, Valkyrie examined the unfamiliar brute with a harsh, frosty eye. Like most of the others (save for the  stupid, muddy-pelted colt), this one had the traditionally deformed face, so prevalent to this world; horns, the pointless identity of which she’d not so long ago been informed, stuck out of his face like curved  wooden spears - and they were about the same colour of rotten timber too. His eyes appeared like dark amber in the murky, dreary light, and soggy black tresses clung to his long face and neck like a disease. His stance was tall, probably elegant and strong, under pleasanter circumstances (she doubted it); yet he was still an man, an abomination in this life, who deserved less air in lungs, than commune with a goddess.

Then suddenly he began to scream, to shout, like a rabid animal unhinged.

K’yarie stepped forth, unrivalled strength and resilience, given the strangely escalating scene, and the younger devotee skidded a few short strides back, obeying perhaps the unspoken warning that her body language divulged. They were each ready (it seemed), for the lunatic’s attack, but much to the surprise of the stunned Shieldmaiden, the antagonist simply fell - dropped, near lifeless to the cold face of stone beneath him. The only explanation was witchcraft, and eyes filled with wonder regarded her superior’s about-faced frown. The celestial mare spoke softly, her tone ripe with a delicious vibe of loathing. Valkyrie certainly wasn’t opposed to the stallion’s timely death. In fact, she shrugged casually to reference her impartiality about the event.

She began to step forward, to assess the fallen beast’s carcass for bounty (a trophy perhaps?) but hesitated at the mention of the bouquet. A shy smile flicked briefly through her expression and her dimpled pink chin dipped graciously in response. “It is for you,” a tender version of her voice confirmed and diverting the course of her attention, Valkyrie moved the collection of blooms nearer to the dark, washed hooves of her friend. Unfortunately, as the leaf unrolled to reveal the withered contents, it became apparent that they (the last blue-green sleeping beauties of the prior season, and the glow cherries dotted throughout), had not weathered the ride as well as anticipated. There was no masking the veiling disappointment - the young winged horse's shoulders slumped, and her eyes swam unhappily through the wilted, worthless remains.

K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#10
K'yarie
She was devoted to the moon...

She was so proud of her gift that when she revealed the ruined contents her disappointment was all but crushing. K'yarie did not smile in amusement, though the sight was quite endearing. No, she stepped forward with a smile, her soft nose reaching out to brush along the girl's check in a grateful gesture. "Thank you. my dear Valkyrie." She purred, her voice as warm as sunlight. "That was such a sweet gesture." She looked down upon the ruined contents of the leaf.

Slowly her head dipped towards it, nostrils taking in the scent of the food. She had eaten far worse than this when she was younger. Her father had enjoyed taking his girls out into the middle of nowhere and leaving them to find their way back. Survival lessons, as he called it. The terrain was always harsh and unforgiving and at time food of any sort was hard to come by. She had cried many tears as she called out for her father, begging him to come find her and take her home. Her little knees scrapped, her hair tangled with dead brush and debris. But he never came, and she was forced to walk on her own.

Now she was older and stronger, hardened by his cruelty. She did not need to eat the filth any longer. Yet this child had gone through so much trouble to gather these, how could she let her efforts go to waste? "Not all is entirely lost." She said, nuzzling a few of the offerings that had better faired the journey. Taking care to avoid the blue flowers for they were truly dangerous. A lesson she would need to impart to her young maiden less she eat these flowers herself and fall victim to the vines. It was easy enough to pass them up without looking rude, they were all but destroyed. The cherries were still far below her normal standards, but edible. She gently took them between her lips before swallowing them. There should not be enough of the flower's contents upon them to knock her out. For this she dare not give any to Valkyrie. Though there were only a couple cherries to consume so she hoped she would not find fault in her actions.

She lifted her head and smiled tenderly again. Moving on she brushed close to her little follower as she aimed to softly kiss one of her wings. "They were delicious, thank you." She moved towards the forest with her gliding, elegant gate. "Come, this place no longer agrees with me." Her gaze lifted towards the heavens, water running down her neck and chest as she did so. She wanted to find an escape from this tiresome rain. She gave no parting glance to the limp form of Ricochet as she vanished into the darkness of the rainforest.


"Talk."
in its darkness she found comfort.
And in its light she found Hope



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@Valkyrie

ooc: I'mma bring Rosco in to save Rico when both Val and K'yarie have left. <3 Speaking of which, K'yarie has left the thread!