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Rain and Ivy
Open Rainforest Cliffs 
Ruwin the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1
Ruwin cursed under his breath as he stumbled along. The burns along his underbelly and legs bleeding fiercely, pain ripping through them with each movement. Each breath proved equal as painful as sharp pain shot through his side from where Rico's horns had rammed him. Though the blood from the peeled, burnt flesh had long since hardened, the damaged deeper in was not so easily stopped. Nothing seemed to be broken but a cracked or bruised rib was still bad. It certainly made breathing difficult. Curse that stallion! Curse the Rift for giving him such a foolish trial!

After the battle with the equally as bullheaded stallion, Ruwin had left the caverns of Ultima. The rain, though somewhat soothing to his flesh, did little to ease his pain. Though it saved him a dip into the saltwater to try and help his burns. He stumbled upon the loose sand and into the forest, seeking shelter. His vision was beginning to blur. And despite the fact that the constant pressure in his head had ceased, his mind was till fogged. Pain and exhaustion made him movements slow and clumsy as he crashed through the undergrowth. His movements were barely conscious thought, step, step, step. It was all his mind focused on.

He retraced a path from memory, one that lead to a massive tree covered in vines. Though from the outside it looked green and thriving, it had long since died, only the leaves of the ivy and vines gave color to its dull drunk. It had become hollowed out overtime, offering a hidden shelter for those who knew where to find the entrance. Dully, he pushed through the vines into the dark quiet of the tree. No rain had found its way inside, leaving a dry place for the stallion to rest. He stood upon shaking legs, his breath labored as his body fought of the shock of his burns. Adrenaline had long since left his body, leaving him to feel the full force of pain and fatigue.

With a grunt he collapsed in the rotting leaves that offered barely a cushion for his frame. Atop him, his spiders crawled, clicking and whirring far more loudly than usual. Were they concerned? Not likely, machines did not truly feel. It was merely him projecting emotion onto them... Ice blue eyes gazed at the world outside of his hideaway, barely registering what they saw. He was so tired. But he could not sleep. He hadn't pulled the vines back over the entrance, or set his machine to stand watch. He desperately fought of the blackness that devoured the edges of his vision. he had to get back up. But his muscles did not respond and slowly, he lost his battle as the darkness claimed him.

talk talk talk talk
Watcher
I'm sorry if you don't like my honest.
But to be fair,
I don't like your lies.


Set directly after the battle with Ricochet. Open to anyone, though please no trying to harm this boy.
You have my permission to use magic/force against Ru.
Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2
She walked through the rain and shadows. Her form moving as fluidly as water as she followed a path she knew by heart. One that would forever be engrained in her memories. She was lost in her memories as she walked. It was a time very similar to this one. Rain had fallen, misting the earth in its damp, cold touch. The scent of blood had mixed with the rain. Her blood. Her fear. She had been younger then, new to the realm of the rainforest. Unaware of the beasts that hunted its paths.

She had encountered some of those predators and they had ambushed her, injuring her greatly. She was unable to escape, her magic had failed her. She should have died. But he appeared. He saved her from certain death. Rushing in, metal wings spread wide like a bird of prey descending from the heavens. Her memory was fragmented at best. Blood. Running. Screams of battle. The touch of another as they lead her through the madness. Then darkness and safety. She withdrew from her thoughts as she came closer to her destination.

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she saw the ivy and vines disturbed. Odd. No one knew about this place. No one except. She slowly approached the giant tree, her steps cautious. Carefully brushing the foliage aside she peered in. The scent of burnt flesh, fur, and blood assaulted her nose, she snorted in displeasure. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the dark and she let out a small gasp. Laying limp in the darkness was the familiar form of Watcher. She was instantly at his side.

"Oh Watcher, my pet." She crooned, brushing her lips against his ear. "What happened?" Her gaze swept over him, surveying the damage. His front legs were severely burned and the damage seemed to span onto his belly. Again the memories flashed in her mind of this lone stallion that had come to her aid and protected her from harm. A debt she had never been able to repay. One she fully intended to return in full.

talk talk talk talk
Tell me a story
About how the sun loved the moon so much;
He died every night
to let her breath.
K'yarie
image credit to TayaRavena @ Deviantart.com


ooc: We get to see a little bit of history between these two. Still open, just throwing K'yarie in for fun. Since @Valkyrie is in the habit of following my girl right now... I'll tag her in case you want to reply, Nat.
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3

He had been attempting to fly again. There wasn't much success with it, most likely because there wasn't anyone to show him how. He hadn't seen Rosco since their first encounter with Valkyrie; and at the moment he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. He was very fond of the dragon hybrid, but there were bitter feelings from Val favoring him over the silver boy. But he still did not hold that against Rosco, who had been his constant with the disappearance of his sibling. He wasn't used to being truly alone, and the man had been extremely helpful with continuing this cycle of his. It made his childhood somewhat normal, even though it a normal one's eye it was anything but.

He had left the chaos of the stormy oceans, and silently entered the humid embrace of the Rainforest Cliffs. He welcomed the embrace of the trees, the sound of the birds and creatures lurking about. There was a comfort in them, a sense of familiarity that reminded him of his old home. It was what he had left of Helovia, and he wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could. With growing grace the boy trotted through the vegetation, eyes filled with a curious fire that always radiated from his gangling being. He was always searching, finding and concluding and discovering what this twisted world had to offer.

What he was also always doing was running into people at the most unexpected moments. It was she, the bright beauty with purple coat and orbs so mesmerizing. She was talking to someone, looking at them with perhaps a sweet expression? He wasn't sure, but he remembered her from when they had been together in Halyven. So it was with a calm yet open expression he made movements to greet her, only to be stopped by the sight of another familiar figure. Ruwin; on the ground and bleeding in different places. Burns lacing his underbelly and legs and his spiders whirring worriedly.

Leroy instantly moved from him to its former master, scuttling to its family and keeping close. Although Vynter felt the separation; he could understand the spider's concern.  He was quickly approaching the man now, completely ignoring the woman with the beautiful floating orbs. His nose pressed to his, breathing air into his nostril in tender greeting; before lifting his head to study the mans damages. His wings spread to stretch, settling delicately on his back as he began to process the best plan of action. There would need to be a salve, and something to fight off the infection.

The Watcher looked beaten and bruised; but those would heal with time. These burns could fester and devour his flesh with ease. He was moving without thought, making his way through the brush with an intense expression. He was relentless in his findings, looking for just the right things before finally returning. Once satisfied with his supplies he began to work, gently pressing his head against K'yarie in an attempt to get her to give him space.



Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


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


Valkyrie had no idea where they were (the rainforest, yes, but within it, no), yet it seemed a trivial complaint  as she strode aside the shadow of pure grandeur. The rain continued to fall. Soil that had been deprived for many seasons was choking on the torrents of water that had, thus far, saturated the forest; downward deviations which had at first seemed to Valkyrie to be mere paths networking hither and thither, were now gushing rapids, ready nearly to burst their banks. Air that had tasted so clean and fresh at the beginning of Drench, now held a putrid, mouldering flavour and dormant plants which had thrown forth bright, excited, newly nourished foliage were now horribly overgrown, encroaching almost every trail they followed.

…which was all fairly tolerable, regardless, for K’yarie was magnificent.

She and the pristine Shieldmaiden had been wandering the rainforest for many weeks, sharing stories (less so the latter), and the celestial goddess, imparting pearls of perfect wisdom and culture upon the smaller devotee. Ever infatuated with her new friend, Valkyrie absorbed all that was offered and found herself along the way feeling a little more comfortable, here, trapped in the Rift. One particular day, or night - the clouds dimmed the world grimly so it was often hard to tell - she was following K’yarie slowly through the murkier centre of the forest when the other paused quite suddenly before the figure of a lovely, green tree. With a keen interest in anything which struck her idol’s fancy, the pallid pegasus stopped also to examine it.

Upon first glance, it looked no different to the countless other bodies of wood and leaf around it (perhaps though, among the larger). Valkyrie narrowed her eyes, glancing back to the taller briefly to gage the expression swimming through her purple, spangled features; K’yarie began to move, however, gliding slowly nearer before vanishing beneath the now visible tangle of rampant vine. Delicate, cupped ears titled forward curiously, engrossed, for it was not common for the celestial beauty to dabble in the muddied shrubbery - not to mention, they both had a preference for the vast night sky above sheltered, cracks and crevices. For a moment she waited, considering the entrance, anticipating her friend’s return from her random excursion through the forest’s wet, overgrowth.

As the seconds ticked by, intrigue nagged at her dithering mind and the need to know what was happening soon persuaded her into motion. Neat, round hooves carried her beneath the veil of weeping vine, arriving her upon a scene that was both wonderfully provocative and utterly underwhelming. He was there, the idiot with the thorny face (though the nature of her presence lured her closer). A second dying man in as many days - half her luck! Yet, as Valkyrie thought to harvest his disfigured form for a trophy, she realised that K’yarie was hovering over him concerned; the contempt displayed so visibly for the rusty twit on the cliff-top, was entirely non-existent here.

Sighing, she scuffed backwards to wait by the periphery of the old, lifeless trunk’s core.

There came the sound of muffled hoofbeats from the distant wall, and the Daughter’s stark blue eyes fell upon the coloured, soggy canvas of another. At first, she failed to recognise him, for feathers no longer seemed to cloak along his spine, but as he swept in upon the fallen, she caught view of his face: Vynter. “HA!” She almost blurted, instead, ears slid into a disdainful, about-faced position. “Oh Vynter,” she hummed with a sugary smile curled across her lips. “I suppose he will wake now? Is this true love’s first kiss?” Eyes rolled derisively in their rose-tinted sockets, and a soft, disdainful snort rattled past her nostrils. Perhaps he hadn’t seen her there upon intrusion, lurking in the shadow behind K’yarie.

What an unfortunate oversight...

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



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Ruwin the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5
His eyes fluttered open upon the touch of K'yarie. His blurry vision showing him her elegant form. "K'yarie." He frowned. He hated for others, especially K'yarie, to see him so weak. At her question his frown deepened as he fought to stay conscious. "Trial. Just need rest." Was all he spoke, having no energy for bravado or lies. Or conversation as he found himself slipping again.

Another figure came into focus, his face an even less welcome sight. "Vy." He breathed, not wanting the boy to see him like this. But nothing could be done and it frustrated him. He tried to get up, but his legs fails him and he returned to the earth with a thump. Vynter was gone, he did not see Valkyrie in the shadows until she heard her speak. She was here too? What cruel game was the rift playing on him? All he wanted to do was rest and recover on his own. He didn't need anyone fussing over him, didn't need that pompous girl here either. But he was powerless to stop them. Powerless to fend of Vynter as he returned with his herbs and set to work. Powerless to fight of the darkness that invaded his mind was more as he slipped back into unconsciousness.


talk talk talk talk
Watcher
I'm sorry if you don't like my honest.
But to be fair,
I don't like your lies.


ooc: Ru will be out for a couple of posts. xD
You have my permission to use magic/force against Ru.
Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#6
He opened his eyes. Icy blue orbs meeting deep violet as he squinted at her. He muttered to her, his word tired and low. A trail. This was what had brought the stubborn horse so low. Had finally forced him to the ground? What had he been asked to do that had caused such severe burns upon one's body?

She could not ask, couldn't make any comment, fore another was pushing his way in. She recognized the lad from the abandoned city. The one who had been so fascinated with her then. He immediately gravitated towards Watcher, inspecting him. The buckskin seemed familiar with the boy as he weakly spoke his name before the grullo vanished once more. She looked after him, her ear flicking towards Valkyrie as she spoke. Aiming a verbal jab at the boy who had come to help. She said nothing, however as the boy returned with his find and set to work.

"You know of healing herbs" She said, surprised that one so young had such a firm grasp of such things. A panged of disappointment in her gut. Though it never reached her voice or outer being. She had been the one who wanted to save Watcher, to return the favor she owed. But it would seem the child beat her to the punch. No matter, so long as the rough stallion got back on his feet, what did it matter that she still owed him? He never asked for a return on this debt, never sought to take advantage of the fact he had helped her so many years ago. He was a strange creature.

She backed away from the fallen stallion to stand closer to her own companion. Her gaze watching the yearling as he set to work tending to the wounds. Her head titled as she looked down to Valkyrie. "I had meant to come here to find us shelter from the rain." She said, a small smile touching her lips. "But it seems we found more than I had intended." Her gaze slid back to the Vynter and Watcher. "We have nothing keeping us here. Would you like to seek shelter elsewhere?" She was becoming quite aware of Valkyrie's distain for anything male.

She would have to teach her how to better hide that distain or else she risk ostracizing herself from not only men, but women as well. Until then they could leave. If they stayed things could very well escalate as the light colored girl continued to lash out verbally. She said no more words as she waited to see what would happen. She would leave it up to Valkyrie to decide, she was the one most troubled by the presence of the males.

talk talk talk talk
Tell me a story
About how the sun loved the moon so much;
He died every night
to let her breath.
K'yarie
image credit to TayaRavena @ Deviantart.com

@Valkyrie @Vynter
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#7

His eyes looked into Ruwin's when he finally gained consciousness, his own filling up with concern for his comrade. He nudged him tenderly, encouraging rest, before digging into his herbs to get to work. He was so focused he didn't noticed K'yarie's wording at first, but when it registered he only wasted a brief second to look in her direction. He often surprised others with his abilities, how could one so young be so knowledgeable about herbs and healing? The only thing him and his father seemed to really connect with was herbs, Vynter always being curious about every little thing and often watching his father gather and sort them. The man had taken advantage of his curiosity to teach him how they could be used, and so for a large chunk of his life Vynter spent countless hours gathering plants and learning what they accomplished.

"My father," was his only response to her, working on a poultice in the process for Ruwin's burns. So focused in his task he didn't sense her at first, because in any other given circumstance he would have smelled her scent in a heartbeat. It was only when her lilt carried upon the wind did he freeze in his work, eyes widely staring at the herbs before him as he tried to process his feelings. She was being rude, as always, and even though Vynter didn't exactly know how it was rude, he was aware of her condescending tone by now. Yet even when he slowly turned his head in her direction, when his eyes finally fell upon her his heart fluttered delicately.

Although K'yarie was a beautiful mare in her own, sultry and regal way; in Vynter's eye Valkyrie's own beauty made the woman look old and haggard. She was so delicate, standing gracefully in K'yarie's shadow with her beautiful eyes focused on him. Although there was a smug smirk on her cream and white complexion, the confident glimmer in her eyes of blue caused his heart to start racing. It had been a long while since he had seen her. The last time they had seen one another was when he was deaf and crippled; scrawny and still uncertain with who he was and what he was to do with his life.

Although he still wasn't entirely sure of himself, he was stronger now; with two beautiful wings and a drive that could not be swayed. He had grown in more ways than one could imagine, and so to see her here in a new chapter of his life made him feel as if that now was the time he should try to rekindle their friendship together. He would do that of course, but only when he was finished tending to his fallen comrade. Determined to prove that he had changed greatly since their last meeting; Vynter began to make quick work of tending to Ruwin's wounds.

Instead of crushing herbs with his mouth this time, he used a jagged stone to mix the concoction together before expertly applying it to the cracked skin that was once flawless on the brute. As time went on, it seemed that K'yarie was ready to leave, meaning Valkyrie would likely follow suit. Without thinking the boy turned to look at them both, eyes full of brief panic as he blurted,"NO!" Realizing his grave error, he visibly recoiled, fumbling to find a reason why they had to stay. When he was about to lose all hope an idea came to mind, and in a calmer; yet still frantic gesture, he looked to the two ladies intensely.

"Moss and cobwebs... I need some moss and cobwebs. Where would they be?"

talk talk talk talk


Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way


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


The half-dead abomination stirred unexpectedly, unfortunately, and though her focus had been more or less set upon the easy target Vynter presented, she felt the weight of her pounding heart drop with disappointment. Perhaps it was they, gathered around as though standing vigil, that allowed him the false impression that his life was actually valued - it wasn’t…

She turned her eyes sharply from the painted boy to view the rise and fall of the fallen one’s buckskin body, the oxygen she felt he wasn’t entitled to, expanding the tainted lungs beneath. He tried in vain to lift himself from the bed of earth there, beneath the timber cavern but there seemed to be no strength to call upon and Valkyrie watch amusedly as he teetered and tumbled with a heavy thud back down.

There was a strange aura of concern emanating from the starry-coated goddess which prompted the hateful spectator to better mind her tongue. Instead of verbalising further the slew of insolence brooding in her mind, she sighed pensively and set her weight back against her hindquarters to wait.

Eventually, K’yarie slipped backwards to take position alongside Valkyrie and a burning desire to place her quivering maw upon the other, rose like wildfire within. Galaxies of otherworldly hue streamed slowly around them, drawn hither by the movement of their exquisite host, and the pale horse couldn’t help but lift her rosy lips instead to bathe in the splendour of the divine lady’s queer mane.

One ear tipped towards the words that were breathily ushered and though she wanted to nod graciously (better still annihilate the vermin altogether), the Shieldmaiden shrugged gently and parted her lips to reply. “I-

But there came a sudden blurt from Vynter across the way and Valkyrie angled a savage glare in his direction. No sooner had the uninvited sound erupted from his throat, than he recoiled with stunned blue eyes sliding in rapid succession around the space they filled. A brisk snort delivered him the awareness of her impatience. “There’ll be ample cobwebs in the vacant recess of your brain…” she murmured bitterly, drawing back her eyes from him, along the laying breadth of the man sprawled between them.

She turned promptly and slipped from the cover of the old tree, gliding away through the rain with a curt, indignant snort.

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



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-Valkyrie Exits-
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#9

She was leaving. She was giving him that look she always did and running away from him after leaving venomous words in her wake. Yet all his eyes could focus on was the sight of her retreating silhouette and he was moving faster than he normally would in such circumstances. He began to move after her, to catch up and follow and to let her scent overwhelm him like a sickeningly sweet embrace.

Before he could fully move on though he stopped to look at his fallen friend. The man who had given him a gift and companionship, and he was ready to run away from him in his moment of need for a girl. But this wasn't just any ordinary girl, this was Valkyire. He was restless and conflicted, and as he stared at the unconscious body of Ruwin laying there, half tended to with a beautiful woman standing over him with concern. It felt like eons for him, trying to decide what his next plan of action should be.

Yet when he finally came to his decision he was quick in his execution. Turning abruptly from the two he began to move, his eyes focused on the path Valkyrie had previously taken.

Vynter !

-Vynter exits-