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Fight in the Frost
Trial The Heimasborg  pick a fight and then lose it
Aurelia the Hopebringer
#1
Aurelia
Trials were brutal. They demanded strange, outlandish things in return for magic, items, mutations, anything. If you wanted the smallest, simplist thing, it was still possible to get a strangely difficult challenge. Aurelia had been fairly lucky in this aspect, none of her trials too challenging. However, the alterations done onto her body while she was completing the trials made living a burden. When she sought to be fireproof, the Rift played a cruel joke on her and left frost covering her legs and ears and dock and snout. The frost formed delicate, intricate patterns on her extremeties, but it could not be removed with her fire, the sun, scraping it off, nothing. The frost felt like it was freezing her body at a rapid rate.

She had one task while she was here. And though she enjoyed exploring these newly uncovered lands she also enjoyed finishing trials. She had to pick a fight with another and then lose it. She didn't mean a physical one, for she really wasn't in the mood to actually fight and then lose it, so she settled for trying to conjure up a verbal fight with someone. She'd always been good at getting on other's nerves and under their skin so she thought this would be a breeze of a task. She just hoped whoever came into the cave she stood quietly in would give her a reason to argue with them.

She stood by the entrance of the cave, her strange eyes searching the tundra of hard-packed ice topped with softer flakes. The scenery was different from anywhere in the Rift, with hard lines of white meeting the (surprisingly) blue sky and mountains soaring upwards, high and proud. It all kind of creeped her out truthfully. If she didn't know better, she would assume this was Helovia's Frostbreath Steppe, and that the mountains were those that bordered the Aurora Basin. She had no good memories from either of those places and forced herself to stop thinking about it, the scar under her left wing throbbing as she remembered one of the many traumas from the North.

talk talk talk talk
like a deer in the headlights i meet my fate

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aurelia is tryna 'Pick a fight and purposefully lose it'
@Ricochet ~ i figured if aurelia finds out he was the one who hurt ruwin that could be good fuel and they could argue about that, but if that's not what happens thats ok too <3
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Ricochet
#2

"FUUUUCCKKKKKK" came an agonizing wail form within the depths of the cave. It was almost as if he was hung over; in pain and unwilling to do much about it. There was a throbbing in his head, his shoulder and honestly his entire body. The cold, still chillier than most places in Drench; did very little to soothe his broken body. So he dramatically lay on his side, leg caked in dried blood and eyes trying to focus on the things around him.

There was some improvement with his cognitive ability, yet he still wasn't entirely back to his usual obnoxious self. Dark lashes fluttered over his bright rust colored eyes, side heaving in a slightly laborious manner. It hadn't been too long since he had partaken in a battle with the iron-winged brute, but it was still recent enough that his body did not agree with him. He was exhausted and lethargic; and had absolutely no idea how to treat his wound. And so he was stuck where he was, whining like a tiny foal and pouting about his predicament.

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS
GRIND YOU DOWN

@Aurelia - Sorry for the wait!
Permission to do anything and whatever to Ricochet aside from maiming or killing. Tag in all posts.
Aurelia the Hopebringer
#3
Aurelia
The baritone wail of a stallion deeper in the cave made Aurelia jump slightly, the sound of silence tainted and mutilated by a loud FFUUUUCKKK. With wide eyes, the golden babe craned her head around to look deeper into the cave. Uncertainty marred her porcelain features as she took her first hesitant step in the direction of the sound, followed by another, then another. Within a moment, she was carefully headed towards the source of the curse.

As her non-ordinary eyes adjusted to the darker lighting in the cave, she saw the dark-bodied stallion laying on the ground. Even in such a vulnerable position, there was an air of power to him that demanded at least some respect. His body had been caked with blood from what could only be considered a brutal fight. The stranger was not familiar, so Aurelia was quick to assume he was a non-Helovian. There was a small, throbbing ember of disappointment within her that remained hidden from her features and maneuvers as she let go of the idea that she would find a familiar face in this dark stallion.

Halting a respectable distance away, she is silent only for a moment before words fall from her velvet lips into the crisp air around them. "Would you like me to find a healer?" She was unsure of how the Rift worked, but in Helovia there had been an abundance of healers. Every horse in the threshold craved Earth God's magical powers. It seemed to the femme that in every gathering, no matter how small, a healer was always present (both by chance and purpose). She could only assume the Rift was similar and that she would head out and in 15 minutes run across one with at least herbal knowledge.

talk talk talk talk
like a deer in the headlights i meet my fate

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@Ricochet
sorry for the tremendous wait <3
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Ricochet
#4

Shit. Someone had heard him and was approaching. In this state he'd be dead for sure. There was an attempt to scramble away in haste, only to collapse and heave his chest in defeat. Growling in frustration his tail lashed against the cool ground of the cave, and his eyes were aflame with passion as he managed to turn his head and stare the intruder down.

She was the opposite color of him it seemed; pale in color with golden hues dappling her bodice. Though she didn't seem soft and dainty, she was a prettier sight to see than he was in his current state. Groaning he let his head fall to the ground dramatically, a loud and theatrical sigh leaving his lips. She hadn't done anything yet, so she probably wasn't going to harm him. It doesn't really matter anyway, he was likely going to die because he couldn't take care of wounds for shit.

"Fuck no," was his immediate response to her question, staring at the cave wall like a child who had its toy taken away,"Nobody's touching me right now. I'll bleed out eventually, leave me to suffer." Ricochet never denied he was dramatic, it ran through his veins and there would be no attempts of changing it. So there he lay, loudly proclaiming his suffering yet refusing to let anyone do anything about it. Maturity was something that didn't stick well to his psyche.

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS
GRIND YOU DOWN

@Aurelia
Permission to do anything and whatever to Ricochet aside from maiming or killing. Tag in all posts.
Aurelia the Hopebringer
#5
Aurelia

She'd felt that pain before- the type that leaves you paralyzed on the ground, vulnerable to the world's cruelest beings. The type of pain that throbs in the gut, deep and warm in only the least pleasant way possible. Easily, the mare can imagine the thick blood oozing from his body in the drops, splattering the slick, frozen ice that surrounds them, blackening quickly as the air glides over the crimson puddles. A chill runs down her spine at the thought of it. Should this pain wane soon, he should be more mobile, but for now and if it ever returns, he would be rendered once again vulnerable to the plentiful tragedies the Rift has to bestow on those who rest helpless and unprotected.

Truly mysterious men- their motives remain hidden and hence the allure. They have a stand-offish quality that dares contact without inviting it. They are independent and casual, nonchalant and slow to temper, analyzing situations with ease. They are kind but don't form emotional attachments often. The golden maiden would have pegged him as intriguingly mysterious until he began speaking- the drama behind his movements and voice set her on edge and the awkward conversation did little to ease this. Despite verbally desiring to be in solitude, everything he did screeched 'give me company' and it was unusual to the nine-year-old. She could only assume his narcissism still surpassed his pain and this was why he rebuffed a medic, an absurd blunder that could sequentially cost him his life.

The frosty air flooded her face and writhed beneath her pinions and fur even in the protection of the grotto, spreading across her skin like elegant lace. Puckering her velvet lips and pressing her wings more firmly against her flank, she muses about what he has stated and after a few seconds pass she retaliates with a hushed, disbelieving chortle that blooms in her breast and spills from her lips in euphonious fluctuations. The sound fills the diminutive cave with ease. "Mhhmmmm," she offers plainly in acknowledgment of his words, her optics raking his body over, investigating what precisely has occurred to him. "A tip," She begins softly, a reasonably vague expression depicted on her porcelain features. "Perhaps learn how to protect yourself."

Advancing towards him, she lowers her muzzle to the ground. The whiskers adorning her snout stroke the ground softly as she continues shifting nearer. Striving to graze her muzzle against him just to prove how exposed he is, she lets out one definitive statement- "You're all too vulnerable right now."


talk talk talk talk
like a deer in the headlights i meet my fate

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