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Open Halyven 
Seiji the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#1

Somewhere far from this place is another city of white. It overlooks empty fields, which once grew flowers but never will again. It was built by those now dead, and within its bounds, behind its walls and down its streets, walk only ghosts. That white city is the white of bone. Is the silence of memory. Is the peace of the dead.

Seiji has only visited once.

He recalls the name but would not speak it even if he could. He remembers that place as he walks between the spires of Halyven. Not quite the same: he thinks Halyven was never meant for ghosts. But it dreams of them. It is a story of ruin and loss, a place which aches with memory. And he wishes he knew: who lived here. Their names. Their histories. If Kiada's group had asked him when they chose this place to meet, he would have counseled them to choose another.

But Kiada's group is scarce if it truly exists. Seiji's hooves ring like cymbols as he walks, the only sound (it seems) for miles. He is alone today. He is looking for others, as he always looks, but the Rift is a strange place and none of its inhabitants live in social groups. Only the barest traces of memory accompany him.

Halyven’s: crumbling stone, wind on the rocks. Maybe a sweet voice crying.

His own: laughing as he descends stone steps, blood flecking his chest.

Seiji jigs down an uneven path, half eroded by wind or rain. The sky threatens more of both: dark clouds scudding by in clumps. It would be dark, so dark, if not for the lingering glow of Solanis clinging golden to his edges. But — dry. The blood back then had been dry. And he is clean now, and there are no birds. Just the Rift, empty. His own patience, wearing thin. He stops and stares at the sky, frustration invisible in the depths of his gaze. He might be stargazing; he might be praying. He can’t correct anyone’s guess, after all.


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ooc // @Vynter and anyone else welcome!
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2

His breath came heavily from his lips as he pulled away from the large boulder before him. There wasn't much in this crumbling land, but one thing's for sure; there were a lot of rocks. The reason why this was important was because Vynter needed to find giant rocks at this current moment in time. The reason he needed to find giant rocks was because he needed to push them, and the reason why he needed to push him was so that he could go stronger.

As soon as he had gotten his hearing and wings back, there was a new set of goals that the boy wanted to achieve. He wanted to be able to fly, and to also build muscle so that he could defend himself if needed and be able to walk with more grace. What his mind refused to acknowledge was that he was also strength training to impress a certain filly that often invaded his mind. It was her image in his mind that caused him to continuously ram into the side of the boulder, using brute strength to attempt to move the mass forward. Although there hadn't been much progress, he had been going at it for hours, and his muscles ached and burned from all the strain.

Although the skies were darkening with a clear sign of an upcoming storm, his body remained slick with sweat, and eyes squinted in exhausted concentration. He needed a break, to drink water and let his body recuperate; but something deep inside refused to let him rest. So it was with another deep breath did he charge forward, slamming his left shoulder into the boulder with a loud grunt. Hind hooves dug into the sand, teeth gritting and eyes shutting tight to prevent sweatdrops from falling into them. And as he continued to push he didn't hear the other many approaching.

When it felt like his legs might explode from the excessive pressure of pushing did he pull back, still gasping for air and attempting to recover from his workout. Although he had only been doing this for the past couple of days (religiously mind you, like a well oiled machine), his body had begun to reconstruct his lanky appearance into a soft sinewy structure. He could feel his strength growing, his body filling out with muscle and his stamina increasing daily. Because although Vynter was an easily distracted, curiously awkward boy; when he was determined to do something his drive was infallible. So he worked and worked until he would collapse, and when he would awake the next day he would continue to work on his physique.

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


@Seiji - he'll notice him next post.
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#3
ROSCORRO
He lay atop a flat roofed building, a giant gargoyle watched the lad below. Massive wings rested at his side, strong and powerful. Capable of carrying a beast of his magnitude through the sky. They were the proud wings of a raptor. Colored gold on their top before it faded to brown, than black at the tips. With that orange gold the feathers shimmered blue, like the flicker of flame dazzling the eye when light hit them. Spine lined down his back while horns covered his face. The longest protruding from the top of his forehead growing smaller until it was a ridge of spine along his snout.

Ear, long like that of a bobcat, remained alert atop his massive head. The color of dark earth, darkness, and snow the stallion stone out against the white of the building he had made his perch. A long, black hairy tail (like unto a serpent's) draped over the end of the building. A wicked mace, attached to the end with leather straps, glinted in the dim light. His forepaws, the paws of a great dragon, also hung over the edge the orange scales like motel gold glistening.

Eyes, the same color as the storm clouds overhead, watched the boy as he struggled against the rock. They had watched him for days atop this same perch. Ever watchful over the lad as he focused all of his energy on growing stronger. From his vantage point on the rooftop the tribrid could see the land surrounding Vynter, see anything that sought to harm him. He was single minded focused on his task. As such he was unaware of anything around him. Easy prey.

He had never seen his little buddy fixate so determinedly upon something. Normally he was easily distracted. But since gaining his wings he was eager to build the strength necessary to use them. Admirable. Though the stallion wished he would take more time to take care of himself. Collapsing everyday out of exhaustion was not good for one's health. You needed to pace yourself. Though it seemed Vynter heard none of his words. So the protective Clydesdale set to keeping watch. Not only looking for danger from the outside, but from Vynter himself. The moment he would fall he would swoop down to help. With the constant storms it was not hard to collect water.

One just needed a method for gathering it. On the second day Roscorro spent his time searching for such a thing. He eventually found some old pots that still held water well enough. He kept them were they could collect rain water over night and had finally gathered enough for one to drink they fill three times over. With the coming storm they soon would be refilled so he was not concerned with preserving it."Vynter, come drink." he called, though he didn't expect him to hear. If he did look he would see Roscorro gesturing towards the steps that lead to his perch. They were worn and cracked, but still provided a decent ramp for the yearling.


"Talk."

But You Cannot Break My Hope!
I'm Still Undefeated!
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@Seiji @Vynter
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Seiji the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#4

Someone else is here. Perhaps he should have noticed earlier. Perhaps he had given up on finding anyone in Halyven. But Seiji's ears turn toward a noise even before he thinks consciously on it. Then his body is turning, as well. Hooves on the stone. He approaches the noise with curiosity, with a spark of hope vibrating in his chest. But as the boy draws into view, Seiji's anticipation dims a bit. He knows this boy. Hasn't heard him speak, but doesn't think...

His long, dark body winds slowly nearer. Then from somewhere else, a deep voice booming. Seiji flinches, surprised by the sound, and wheels in its direction. He finds another lounging atop the ruins: something suitably monstrous but after a moment of surprise, still familiar. So, that's disappointing. But the disappointment doesn't make it to his eyes; he smiles, instead. Hello! Remembering the time he spent in the field of light digging up sick flowers. How long ago that now seems...

And he no closer to his goal.

Seiji doesn't know what they're doing here, and cannot ask. He supposes the large man might explain, but until then, he trots toward the boy and the boulder, wondering. Is it in the way? But if it were, surely the larger man would help? So is it ..... something else? He moves to inspect it, his ears pricked, his dark eyes flicking from the rock to the boy and back again.

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@Vynter @Roscorro
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#5

He had heard and seen Rosco lingering at his side, watching on with paternal concern. Most of the time he would let him watch, continuing his task with deep rooted determination. It was only with this final hit did he finally stop, body slicked with sweat and darkening his coat. As his chest heaved, wings perched slightly spread to help with balance, he took note of the other man making his approach. He was curious, and Vynter instantly recognized him from a few previous encounters. His nostrils expanded to take in his scent, before offering a gently pressing of his nose against his. The man had moved to inspect the boulder he had been assaulting, obviously perplexed by his actions.

Before he could really explain, Rosco called to him once again, asking the boy to come drink. Flicking an ear in his direction in acknowledgement, he continued to look at Seiji in hopes that he would follow. Slowly turning his tired and sore body, the colt made his way up the cracked steps toward a source of water. His steps; ice blossoming beneath each one, were slow yet still steady. And though his wings drooped along his sides like beautiful plumage, you could tell there was little energy in his movements. He had worked himself too hard, but he wouldn't admit it; because he needed to keep going and get himself stronger than ever. Once he reached the summit of the building, he turned to look at Rosco silently, before finally getting himself something to drink.

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


@Roscorro - sorry it's gross
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#6
ROSCORRO
Roscorro had not seen the dark man since he had danced among the flowers of Solanis. A smile touched his lips, growing when Seiji began to inspect the boulder Vynter was so furiously working against. "He seeks to build his strength, so that he may fly." He explained. "His wings were once fused together, incapable of flight, until the Rift separated them into independent wings for him." He never called them useless, or deformed. For to the man they had been perfect, would always be so, even when Vynter desired to change them. He had hardly even notice the deformity, never cared.

It was truly incredible that the power of the Rift could change even physical aspects of a horse. No amount of healing magic could undo the problems caused by birth defects. But this world had restored flight to a flightless being. Though now he had to build up his strength so he could support himself in the air. It seemed the magic of the rift didn't solve all of the boy's problems. He had to work to achieve his goal. Though he could have trialed for the strength, Vynter took the traditional route of exercise and practice. Of which Rosco approved.

His gaze followed Vynter when he finally complied and came up for water. "There is plenty of water, if you would like some." He offered. "Traveling is a thirsty business." He smiled again. "We were never formally introduced. I am Roscorro. Thank you for helping to mend the flowers of Solanis. The place is dear to me and it would have broken my heart to lose it." He bowed his head low over his paws. He would forever be indebted to the ink colored man.
"Talk."

But You Cannot Break My Hope!
I'm Still Undefeated!
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@Seiji @Vynter
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Seiji the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#7

Nose to nose: a brief hello from the silent boy. He seems polite — a small relief in this strange place. But no explanation for his activity is forthcoming; Seiji watches as he moves away, still slightly perplexed. A quick, final glance at the offending rock — innocuous — and mentally Seiji shrugs. The people of this place are strange. Perhaps he should allow them to be.

Turning away from the rock, he blinks in the direction of Roscorro's voice. Deep, booming, but not unpleasant: the voice of an old gentleman. Seiji's eyes skate over Roscorro's strange shape but briefly, too polite to stare, before he wanders slowly after the winged boy. Why hasn't he spoken? Seiji's curiosity whirls.

His hooves are loud against the stone — a strange sound up here. He peers down at the footing, mistrusting, and offers a brief, grateful nod to Roscorro's offer of water. When did he last drink? He doesn't quite remember. Moving up beside the boy(Vynter?), Seiji dips his head and drinks deeply. Sudden realization of thirst as the water hits the back of his throat. What a kind thing to offer.

Beads of water dripping from his whiskers, he turns away then, blinks once at Vynter, and returned to stand near Roscorro, his ears up, a quick, easy smile gracing his features. His eyes curious. He wonders if the stranger will expand on Solanis. All Seiji knows of it is glowing flowers, and the sickness he helped cure. What it's significance might be, he doesn't know. And why Roscorro is here with Vynter — also a mystery. Are they friends of Kiada?

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@Roscorro @Vynter
ooc// Sorry guys! Somehow I forgot I owed here. If it's too old for either of you to want to continue that's fine, too. :)