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King of My Heart
Private Uwaritace 
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1

VYNTER
LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT. IT JUST HAS TO BE LIVED
He needed to find her. He had searched for days for the damsel, and although there wasn't much progress he was undeterred. Sweat slicked his body, it glimmering in the sunlight in a rare instant of sunshine in the late Drench weather. The gold and bronze upon his shoulders glimmered brilliantly, giving off a strong and regal air upon his normally lanky and unappealing body. Yet he was moving with such purpose, eyes filled with intent to reach his goal.

He had been bestowed a few gifts from Hope, one he was currently wearing upon his shoulders and neck. He didn't know what exactly the point of them was, but he wouldn't deny that they likely would be useful. But it was the final gift he had been given that caused him to take action, his mind running to Valkyrie in an instant. A beautiful aquamarine bead, shiny and translucent lay flush with his chocolate tresses. It was small, but dainty and beautiful. Just how he saw the petite filly. So he had begun moving, searching for her in the crowds for her to only disappear. Ever since he had been on a mission to find the one he had grown infatuated with.

Before long, much sooner than he would have liked, his body grew too tired to continue. Sides heaving he finally came to a stop, resting beneath the charred sacred tree. Letting his nose brush along the bark out of respect he sighed, letting his legs slowly fold beneath him as he rested in the muddy, ashy soil beneath him. The coolness of the dirt was a sweet repreive against the humid air surrounding him. He was so tired. Before he could stop himself, his eyes slowly began to close.

TALKING HERE


© Lady Koyote

@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#2
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


There was another reason that they, she and her star-queen, had ventured north to the wilds around Uwaritace. Valkyrie’s quest for might through magic had acquired her the task of taking a face-shield from a galeae… “Brow-shield,” she corrected herself quickly while she stood at length, examining one, concealed beneath the cover of a sparse, thorny shrub. While K’yarie mused over and stared at her dead tree for what seemed to be hours on end, the paler of the duo busied herself concocting a plan to take the new type of trophy she sought.

The galeae in view was like something from another world (ironically). It huddled forward across weight-flattened knuckles, arms as brawny and built as the towering tree it lived beneath, shoulders spanning at least the same width across as Valkyrie was long. The dense muscle strapping either side of its spine rippled remarkably beneath naked, metallic skin and it hobbled (rather like Kisamoa, she smirked), over the top of short, stumpy, bent legs. Something that ugly could only be male…

Despite its lack of aesthetic value, the creature looked formidable - unfortunately, the dauntless Daughter's arrogant desire was too strong, and her wasn’t goal wasn’t deterred, even slightly…

There was a sudden movement beyond it, probably a safe enough distance away, but the winged mare’s burly, masculine voice rang out all the same. Those colours, the muddy, tatty hue, was more than recognisable. “Vynter, you lunatic. Fetch me that brow-shield while you’re over there…” It made sense to test the creature's level of aggression out on something so worthless, and afterwards, Valkyrie stepped to reveal her position to him; though her voice should have betrayed it easily already. Be a good -

But the longer she looked at the horse across the distance, the less of a man it actually seemed to be.

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



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Note: For clarity, Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
Vynter the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3

VYNTER
LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT. IT JUST HAS TO BE LIVED

He hadn't been resting for long when her voice laced his ears. Yet the tone was different, slightly deeper with a hint of a growl. Letting his eyes flutter open he slowly stood, stretching his limbs and trying to regain a sense of his surroundings. His icy eyes looking to meet her own pale pair. Except she did not look like a she anymore. Although she was still petite, short in height, there was a masculine presence in her silhouette. Curves that had once been soft were now rigid, thick and brawny as she approached him with her usual stare.

Her scent had a deeper musk to it, no longer the dainty freshness of a spring daisy. Yet even as she made her approach and barked an order at him, he still couldn't help but find himself to be infatuated. He had heard her request, but hadn't acted on it. He would tend to her wishes once he completed his task, because it was so important that she receive his gift. Swallowing hard he blinked, gathering a courage he usually had in his arsenal. So brash he was, blunt and uncaring of the social boundaries he crossed when interacting with others.

He was unafraid of getting into others personal space, of making them feel uneasy while he helped himself to exploring what needed to be explored. He was selfish and rude and invasive of many's privacy, but when it came to Valkyrie it was an entirely different scenario. His body took on a completely different persona, how his body would slouch with uncertainty and his eyes would fill with longing. He would try to approach her, yet there would be the nagging doubt of potential rejection often imminent.

It took a few minutes of him arguing with himself mentally before gathering himself and making haste in his approach. He was not stopping, he was unaware of the potentially dangerous beast in their vicinity because there was something he must do. When he was within talking distance his lips found the bead in his mane, and he didn't stop his movement as he pulled it free. Eyes locked with hers he moved with uncommon precision, purpose even, before pressing the bead into her locks right beside her delicate wing.

Before he could stop himself his lips were finding the edge of her feathers, eyes shutting to savor her scent, her taste, and although it was different it was still her and he couldn't stop himself from sucking in every ounce of her presence. Letting his eyes flutter open once again he only pulled away slightly, breath delicately breathing against her cheek as his broad chest was puffed out in courage. He was on a roll and he wouldn't stop the momentum, longing to fulfill every single fantasy that ran through his mind each night beneath the stars.

His lips found her velvet cheek, caressing it ever so tenderly as his breath slowly released itself from the soft maw. His cheek found purchase against her brow bone, neck inches from her nose. This wasn't enough, not entirely, for he longed to embrace her close and let his teeth sink into her pale mane. How he wanted her to feel how much he absolutely adored her in every fiber of his being. But with her he could not rush things, he could not throw himself entirely in. Because she was a flighty thing that spoke a big game but would run when felt threatened. He couldn't afford to lose her now when he was so close to letting her know where he stood.

After what felt like an eternity he finally pulled away, softly panting and looking into her eyes intensely. He didn't know what his body was feeling, why a hot flush was overcoming his patched form, but it felt right, and he craved for it to continue. Taking a moment to assess her new form, he finally managed to find his voice in the silence that had previously engulfed them,"For you. A gift."

TALKING HERE


© Lady Koyote

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


The galeae glanced up from its foraging, roused by the sound of her unexpected and loud command - though Valkyrie’s interest in it had all but vanished. Subconsciously she could see its scathing glare, the warning glint in those mean, umber-tinted eyes, but more pressing had become the stallion, rather mare, who stepped swiftly to pass around it.

With wide, bemused eyes she examined Vynter’s new, fashionably feminine physique, lither-looking all over, svelte and undeniably attractive. The pastel horse’s tail flicked disconcertedly, unable to douse the unwelcome flame ignited and flickering within. Tendrils of long, lavish hair curled around about each pristine, pointed hock and a soft snort rattled the crimson brim of her thin, velvety nostrils. "If you’re not careful,” it will -

The primal, hateful edge to her character begged with mounting apprehension, desperation, longing to hurl another insult into the diminishing distance between; to batter back the worthless existence that danced now perilously and blithely her way - though neither her mind nor voice, could muster the motivation to berate him this time. The bewildered Sister, with a temperament as bitter and frigid as icy peak she hailed from, felt the great, resounding pound of her heart and pulse combined, thrumming to the rhythm of wholly unexpected attraction. Alien pressure bubbled in her loins.

So clean and pale was he in the half-light of that morning, for the clouds stood in thick mass against the blue heavens beyond, and so startlingly sophisticated had become his crafting, that for a moment the confounded sting of recognition befell her; like cupid’s shameless arrow to that perfectly hidden, sensual epicentre of her being.

Sigrún?

Moving with deliciously familiar swagger, mesmerising motion and blatant self-assurance that she dared not defy, the Shieldmaiden received this illusion of her beloved, wicked Sister with a sense of swiftly swollen desire. Perhaps this was why she failed to pull back from his audacious advancement, forgot to scold him savagely with brutishly bared teeth and malicious retort. His thick masculine flavour, sweat and heavy pheromone, confused the vision which enthralled Valkyrie’s eyes, but she fought away reality for the sake of burning longing.

It had been so long since she’d been caressed by this nefarious advisor…  

The lantern above her swayed gently, casting it’s warm, provocative glow down upon the warm room surrounding. Valkyrie glanced with baited breathe by the pastel sleepers, her precious kin, who also shared her cavern, but her thoughts were lured back by the figure in the doorway. The impressionable creature was young and naive, a perfect victim for the criminal desires of this elder, and Sigrún came gliding shamelessly forward with impossibly silent footfalls, her slim, rosy nose extended. The tantalising touch of the High-Maiden’s advisor behind her ear sent a wild rush of hot adrenaline through her core. Soft, sensual lips traced the bulging bone there, beneath her tingling skin, ghosting with irresistible tenderness, beneath the flurry of her long, luscious hair.

Valkyrie, still a babe in so many ways, stood there with her face bared upwards feeling the heat of the firelight spilling down across her like smooth, supple liquid. She seemed hopelessly unaware as the siren’s artful lips descended, breath hot and arousing against the burning plane of her cheek and she found herself pressing back, leaning, begging for the other to explore her yearning contours further. Sigrún’s head, sliding slowly down to cover the length of her face, felt heavier than expected, more eager perhaps, weighted by the same broiling hunger that grew inside her victim, the young Shieldmaiden accepted the new vigour eagerly, willing to subject herself to whatever passion this superior required. Her own face slithered upwards along the inside of the other’s throat, feline-like affection, drawing her lean frame beneath the chin.

Every inch of her body felt ablaze, sizzling with delight, anticipating; inviting the next move!


But then, his voice, like a cataclysmic climax to her wanting, ripped the lust clean from her core.

“YOU” Valkyrie shrieked suddenly when her sultry, bloodshot eyes lifted to embrace her lover and her voice shook with rage. All at once, the hot coursing thirst within her shrivelled like a slug, bared to the Scorch sun, and the Shieldmaiden’s blood turned frightfully cold. “Get away from me!” she cried out again, stammering backwards to create a solid span of barrier between them.

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



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Notes:
Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
@Vynter