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Billowing depths of skyline canvas portrayed ancient fables; tincture of ivory intermingled with azure, topped with <i>whipped</i> nimbus which but did float with languid leisure across the world. Ah, and it was but simplistic harshness with which Mother Nature did cast her <i>nipping</i> glorification of survival and <i>beauty</i>; coverlet of powdery white wrapped <i>sweetly</i> to the bosom of the earth to <i>stop time</i> and stroke the universe with delights of a <i>frosted wonderland</i>! Crisp was the zephyr which brewed in the depths of the atmosphere, to <i>twirl</i> and <i>swirl</i> into existence and sweep across the landscape in ecstatic rhythms; mammoth construct of guardians which stood about the land did <i>quiver</i>, twisted and raw canopies but to seemingly <i>murmur</i> in the winter breeze…. <p>
 
<i>Eloquence my dearest friend…</i>, slippers of pearly refinement but did dance, <i>ethereal tango</i>, as stalwart pillars swept with grandeur motions outwards to <i>caress</i> the earth. Seraphic formation <i>curled</i> and twisted through the maze of woodland which had but now in the time he had cultivated here, been mapped into the deepest parts of his brain. Eternal darkness but did plague with an unrelenting hand, yet it also bore the advantages of touch and memory… Thickened alabaster vestments bestowed upon muscular framework but did shift and <i>toil</i> with the soft tickle of the crisp and <i>fresh</i> breeze as duplex tails whimsically licked the earth behind him. Achromatic Stag but did prance forth from the confines of his woodland kingdom, peach-tinted and fragile nares flaring to send misty tendrils up towards the heavens, smog of <i>heat</i> escaping him as chin tucked downwards and sinew rippled through the neck column; prance indeed he did. Pillars beneath lifted a tad higher, slippers sending waves of frost across the landscape as he trotted into the opening terrain. With such an entrance was it massive limbs beneath did shudder to a brilliant <i>halt</i>, sojourning in their romantic ballet as thew rippled across them and the flank. Bubble gum lips would part with the supple flexure of silken sheets slipping across each other as baritone did brew and <i>grow</i> within virile bodice, tucked chin would extend slowly with the release of the magnificent tune of a howl that graced cherubic kissers, as it grew it caressed the sky in <i>proclamation</i> and <i>claiming</i>; a King claiming his kingdom and calling forth wandering souls….




 
 
 
 
 
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@Malus (Maybe he'll join Israfel?)
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Winter wonderland scape canvas would unfurl with whimsy painterly stroke upon Tantus threshold in blankets of virgin dust. Trees would droop with the weight of ice bearing upon their branches, stripped naked of once spring-summer leaves which had since been amiss of late autumn. Lowly wind would amble through ragged brush, jesting tease against snowdrifts in tangible swirls to dance in playful euphoria. Fire-star claimed cerulean skies, rays stretching outward in hopes to provide what warmth he could bring despite the chilling bite of Jack Frost. Sun kissed down upon the snow barren grounds, offering playful shimmering ice-crystal glow, and sweeping upon <i>soft</i> pastel hairs which combed upon the young Ealith maiden, tending to her medicinal plants and herbs she'd gathered in the early morn. Ambrosia hum would tune from pale lips, idle concentration of gathering, sorting and preparation. Winter would make the harvesting rather cumbersome, plants needed warmth and springtime sunshine for a healthy growth – yet she would make do with the plethora of feverfew, poppy and other herbs – too many to name all in one setting. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“There we are.”</font> tender coo would slip with bemused satisfaction from the Shaman's lips. Ears would brush against birch-like antlers with a tilt of her cranium, morning-dawn eyes settled upon the abundance of plants within her den, an assortment of “shelves” had been dug into the walls where various plants had been stored.

Ears would <i>quiver</i> upon baritone song which would dance throughout the kingdom. Pale nose would lift as she fixed her gaze upon the exit-entry way of her den, listening to beckoning song of her king. An official claiming of Tantus – and a yearning for those curious souls who sought shelter beneath his temples. Small smile would ebb gingerly upon her lips, abnormally long tail dressed in silk would sway from side to side as she would tidy up her surroundings before taking leave – following her majesty’s call. Tye-dye pastel paws would <i>crunch</i> into a layer of snow as she set off. Cold wing biting at her sides, yet her silver-blue roses which blossomed beneath her right ear bloomed ever vivaciously as if they yearned for the frosting touch. Pixie hadn't been too terribly far from her den and the distance between where the meeting would take place as she captured sight of the blind stag-king. Her gait would slow, soft breaths of a quick run heaved from her lungs, while keeping her composure. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“A lovely day to celebrate such events, good sir.”</font> she would call to him in her angelical chime of a harps cord, strung by heavenly fingers. She would near him with slow ease, giving him a moment – she had hoped for him to acknowledge that she'd arrived. Pixie had taken quiet note that she would be first to arrive.

Pale ears would brush against her birch like antlers, marbled nose would reach out with the intention to touch his cheek, healer instinct beckoned the faerie woman to stand at his side, should he allow. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“I pray you are well as ever, Israfel, sir.”</font> she mused ever sweetly, long tail brushed at her heels as she took a seat.

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With the thick tree-line of Tantus at his heels, Ouroborus stood at the base of the mountains and tilted his head back, allowing himself a moment to take in the sheer grandeur. From a distance, they had always seemed quite large, the tallest amongst them stretching into the clouds where its peak seemed to impale the pallid skies above, but now that he was closer—so close that he could reach out and touch them, if he wished to—he saw just how massive they were.

Though it felt like it had happened ages ago, the violet prince could remember the conversation he'd had with the iridescent woman. They hadn't spoken about much, but she had shared with him her desires for freedom and power, saying that she sought to build an empire for herself. Since then, Ouroborus hadn't seen her around, and found that he couldn't help but wonder where she'd gone. Had the Gods refused her prayers for help? Had that obsidian brute managed to track her down and claim her, again? Perhaps she'd simply moved on, deciding to make a name for herself elsewhere. Whatever the reason, she was gone, now, and with her went the violet prince's hopes of bettering himself in the gift that his father had handed down to him; the gift that he and the woman had shared.

But he didn't need her; not as much as she had seemed to need him, anyway. The great Tuan O' Cuilinn had trained him well—trained him hard—and Ouroborus didn't intend on abandoning his gift. No...he would seek an audience with the Gods, and ask them for their help. But not today. Today would be devoted to the gathering of information; more specifically, looking into these Madars that the woman had briefly mentioned, those few seasons ago. It had sounded as though they had turned the mountains into a fortress, of sorts, and he'd wanted to see it for himself.

Suddenly, a distant howl reached him, violet ears going rigid as the biting winds carried the sound through the trees and undergrowth. It was an unmistakable summons, inviting nearby wanderers and curious souls from all walks of life to come together.

Ouroborus turned his head, gazing into the thickness of the forest as a smirk worked its way onto his face. <span style="font-style: italic; color: #6defe2;">'Well, well...I'm quite the lucky fellow, aren't I? Seems as though a bold soul is intent on claiming this land as their own. I may as well go and have a bit of a look...'</span>

He then bid himself forward, trotting back into the trees and thick, snow-covered grasses and walking until he came upon a small clearing. In it stood two figures; a dove-white male sporting a pair of antlers, and a female who looked as though she was coated in stardust, her own pair laced with the thinnest of silken threads and roses that sat at the base of one of her ears, giving her a somewhat-startling beauty. But Ouroborus didn't let his eyes tarry on her for too long, instead nestling himself in the shade of a tree so that he could sit and watch them from afar, curiosity glimmering in his emerald eyes.

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It had been quite some time since he had seen the ivory stag and his little rodent of a pet, but that was completely on purpose. He had been avoiding the man at all costs, keeping as far away from him as he could. He didn't understand what this man wanted with him, if he wanted anything with him. Israfel's words kept running through his mind. Was it really possible that someone didn't harbor ill will towards him or wanted anything from him other than his company? It just didn't seem possible. How could it be when he'd grown up the way that he did? It made sense to him to assume that the rest of the of the world outside of the fighting pits would be exactly the same. The wolves that he'd fought and killed had all come from different places and they all shared the same lifestyle as him. That had to mean that the rest of the world worked exactly the same way. Yet the first wolf that he'd actually had an interaction with had said as well proven other wise. Could he allow himself to believe the man? Every instinct in his body said no. It was a lie, a trick. The man was surely a master manipulator and knew how to draw in his puppets with the right words. <p>

For as much as he didn't want to believe the man he couldn't stop the way that he plagued his every thought, hell he'd even started showing up in his dreams. It was getting to the point where it was pissing Malus off. A lot. Why the fuck was this man plaguing his thoughts so much? It wasn't like he was anyone important or anyone that would change his life. He was just some stranger he'd met who coincidentally hadn't wanted to kill him and somehow knew a lot about the beast without him having divulged anything. Angrily he would swipe at his reflection in the water in front of him, wishing that he'd never met that white stag to begin with. All he'd done for him was confuse the fuck out of him. A voice pierced the chilled atmosphere around him, russet ears coming to attention, his breath fogging around his muzzle as he listened to the voice. Israfel. It seemed that even though he tried his best to avoid him, there was just no escape. The man's voice was summoning, calling to rogues like Malus, asking them to entertain him for a bit. Brows furrowed together as he considered answering the stag's call. Part of him wanted to go and see what this was about while another part of him simply wanted to disappear into the snowy landscape and get as far away from the man as possible. In the end his curiosity won out, swamp green limbs pulling the gargantuan towards the call. <p>

Despite the snow not being the most favorable of terrain, he still managed to move through it easily, his massive paws acting as snowshoes to help him from sinking into the snow. He'd never seen snow before coming to this place, the fighting rings having been located in a very hot and muggy place where it never snowed. He wasn't particularly fond of snow since it was cold and tended to stick to his coat, but his naturally thick coat kept a majority of the cold out. Salmon eyes would scan the snowy terrain, searching for the familiar figure of Israfel, spotting him in a clearing surrounded by two other wolves. He would scope out the other two wolves as he slowly approached, assessing them quickly. The wolf standing beside the stag was female, of similar coloring with her own delicate rack of horns. She was very petite in comparison to the beast beside her yet she looked very at home at his side. The other wolf in the clearing had put a good deal of distance between himself and the other two wolves, seeming to just be there to observe. He too donned a similarly delicate set of horns, his coat much darker than the two white-ish wolves. Was this some of horned wolf reunion? He would go to the opposite side of the clearing from the dark male so that he had him, the woman and Isarfel all in his line of vision, not bothering to sit down, senses on the alert. <p>

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Garland of alabaster refinement would shift upon monarchial dome, ever attentive to the supple foot falls which echoed across the frosted woodland floor. Wintry lashes would flutter faintly against highly arched cheek bones as cranium would tilt to the side, nearest the oncoming of the chimerical maiden which seemed but to infiltrate the most naïve depths of the gentleman’s soul and <i>heart</i>. Ah, and it was with such overly sensitive demands of the seraphic design which he had been both blessed and <i>cursed</i> that the softest muffle of her voice or breath would alert him to her swift approach; perfume of arctic roses were but the first divulgence to the approach of the fair maiden. Canticles befuddled his <i>heart strings</i> as the tendrils of warmth which spoke of her proximity drew ever closer, and in a gentle moment he but leaned into the caress of her nose upon his cheek… Handsome grin would splay across passionate features as baritone thrummed. <font color=#ffb6c1>”A lovely day indeed, especially with the likes of you besides me.”</font> whispered he, Grin widening as he would outreach to bump his nose against her own cheek in repayment. <font color=#ffb6c1>”I am well, and you m’lady?”</font> He would muse. It was all but momentary as the zephyr which whipped across the landscape would <i>whisper</i> of others. Although he would listen to the fair maiden before turning to point out the others. <p>

Peach tincture nares would flare, plumes of heat leaping forth from nostrils as the virile breast expanded and deflated with the wisps of oxygen which fed fragile lungs. <font color=#ffb6c1>”You may come out from hiding now.”</font> Hardy vocals would thrum hard and load across the landscape which was marked with the scent of his likeness, auricles flicking in the direction of the unfamiliar scent before a singular audit would swing in the direction of one of familiar knowledge. Lips would ebb ever more with a smile as he spoke once more, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah, Malus, my good friend it is wonderful to be in your company once more. You may come out from hiding, there is no harm here.”</font>





 
 
 
 
 
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@Pixie
@Ouroborus
@Malus
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Hushed words were exchanged between the ivory male and the pastel woman, the latter gently pressing his nose into the former's fur in a sort of greeting, and Ouroborus couldn't help but wonder what the nature of their relationship might be. Perhaps they were lovers? Or merely two, uncertain souls who had yet to realize their true feelings for one another. Then again, he'd seen siblings and cousins who were just as affectionate, and in some lands, depending on how power was handled, it wasn't uncommon for higher-ranking individuals to demand regular shows of devotion and respect from those under their rule, whether it was in the form of a gesture or an offering of blood.

”You may come out from hiding now.”

Ouroborus nearly flinched, the voice bringing him out of the sea of thoughts that he had all but lost himself in. Violet lips twitched, offering a glimpse of bone-white teeth as a growl threatened to claw its way out of his throat; hiding...? Only cowards hid. He had been observing the progression of the gathering from what he considered to be a "reasonable" distance; being the center of attention was nice, but there were moments where it was better to keep oneself in the shadows, and this counted as one of those moments.

All of a sudden, a particularly large brute emerged from the trees, trudging through the snow as he skirted around the clearing and sat himself directly across from the violet prince, who raised a brow at him, his ears twitching lightly. It looked as though they had come for the same reasons, though the larger wolf was a great deal more tense than he, his shoulders hunched, limbs rigid and still as his paws sunk in the blanket of whiteness beneath him. The ivory male seemed to address him, next, knowing him by name. And yet for some reason he didn't turn to face him.

Still keeping himself beneath the shade of the tree, Ouroborus leaned forward a bit and squinted. Was he blind, maybe...?

<span style="font-style: italic; color: #6defe2;">'How curious. A blind king. Well, I suppose there's no real point in sitting here, anymore.'</span>

Ouroborus then rose and made his way into the clearing, though he didn't go too far, comfortable with keeping a fair distance between himself and the other three. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: #6defe2;">"I can assure you that I wasn't hiding,"</span> he said, seating himself in the snow as his emerald orbs set themselves on the sightless wolf before him, the smallest traces of bitterness in his tone. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: #6defe2;">"Rather, I happened to be nearby when I heard your call, and felt the need to come and survey things without interupting your meeting. And it would seem that I haven't."</span>

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Curiosity would tease and <i>nip</i> at the young maiden as would take a seat comfortably upon the kings' side. His call would beckon curious hearts and weary travelers to come forth who searched upon a new home. The sun would dance gaily into the heavens, out stretching his titan rays in a blanket of warmth to embrace the dwellings below. Even in daylight hours did the young maiden give off such soft, amiable luminescent glow. Question hummed from pale lips as did proclamation upon an exquisite day to mark such celebratory events. <i>A lovely day indeed, especially with the likes of you besides me. </i> Voice would thurm of baritone-drum-line beat. Pinkish nose would brush into her cheek with friendly grin. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Oh you but jest with flattery.”</font> innocent giggle would escape pastel lips with careful bemusement as she shook her head. Movement captured the corner of her eyes as she quickly turned to see the approaching strangers. Violet-indigo stag dressed in floral etched along shadow upon approach, beckoned to come from hiding, <i> I can assure you that I wasn't hiding </i> he proclaimed, paws would engage onward but only with little movement.

Pixie watched with contented gaze. Never one to find conflict, she'd simply watch from the sidelines, pastel ears brushed against birch-like antlers. <i> Rather, I happened to be nearby when I heard your call, and felt the need to come and survey things without interrupting your meeting. And it would seem that I haven't.</i> The man would continue, his tone bit with sharp-toned bitterness causing her ears to fold against her skull, disappointment plaguing her face as she shook her head to him. <i> How rude.</i> Israfel would speak up once more addressing the third who would come into the clearing. <i> Ah, Malus, my good friend it is wonderful to be in your company once more. You may come out from hiding, there is no harm here. </i> Ealith maiden offered a friendly smile to the boy whom had been spoken to. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“I do not think anyone is hiding, good King,”</font> she would muse in light whispering tease, nose would lean in hopes to brush against his shoulder.

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He would catch the attention of the darker male, gaining a raised brow in response to his entrance. Malus would respond with a flash of daggers, followed by a low growl that would rumble in his chest as he stared down the smaller antlered man. He wasn't here to make friends but if someone wanted to start something with him then they were more than welcome to try. It had been quite some since he had shed blood of an opponent and he wasn't opposed to doing it here and now. His attention would be pulled from the dark man to Israfel as the stag called out to the newcomer, inviting him in closer, reassuring him that there was no need to hide. The ghost of a man would offer the same to Malus, addressing him by name, calling him his friend in front of the other two wolves, again promising him no harm would come to him. Salmon eyes narrowed as his gaze danced over the other two wolves. Israfel could guarantee that he would not bring Malus harm, but there was no way that he could guarantee that from the other two. Not that either of them looked like much of a threat to him anyway. The small woman beside the stag would offer the gargantuan a smile, Malus raising his lip at her in response, flashing the tips of his daggers. <p>

He already didn't like the darker male and so he took a cautionary step forward as the man moved closer into the clearing, bitterness lacing his tone as he explained that he wasn't hiding, but instead observing, to which Malus scoffed. If he hadn't been hiding, then he wouldn't have had to explain that he wasn't hiding. Shoulders would hunch, the muscles beneath his thick coat tensing as he watched the three wolves around them, an ear flicking in the pale woman's direction. Shall we wait further? They were expecting more wolves? Well wasn't that fucking great. Salmon gaze would flit around the clearing, searching for the sign that more wolves were about to appear. <p>

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Garland of cherubic accord fluttered upon monarchial dome, catching and <i>capturing</i> the articulations which rolled forth from the vagabond’s lips; a <i>bitterness</i> dripped there like some heinous venom and in the depths of the gentleman something was stirred. Ah, such was it no rage had but touched thy naïve soul, but the intoxicating perfume of arctic roses flitted unto peach tincture nares to cause cardiac muscle to constrict in the most frantic of ways. Scapulas flexed upon backside as the behemoth’s slippers slid in ethereal gestures across the frosted earth; in time with the movement of the chimerical maiden by his side so that in such a motion was it her nose would be allowed to brush against his shoulder. Thew rippled across the backside as the brute slid in a diagonal fashion, acting as a divider between himself and the newcomer whose name sake had yet to been divulged. Arctic lashes like the frosted branches of the birch trees fluttered, brushing against arched cheek bones as betwixt did orbits of fuchsia fasten upon the vagabond. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Ah.”</font> began Stag King promptly, slowly, <i>calmly</i>, <font color= #ffb6c1>”There is no interruption, as this is a welcome place for all who seek to nestle themselves within the rankings of a kingdom…”</font> <p>

Thew rippled through the hardy neck of the beast as chin tilted to the right, singular audit rotating in the direction of Malus. A hardheaded and <i>fiery</i> beast indeed, although the likes of him did not persuade fear to arise within the gentleman, the sense of <i>good</i> was buried in the depths of him. <font color= #ffb6c1>”How are you Malus?”</font> Baritone would throw quizzical notions from virile bodice before skull would rotate to the left, bubble gum tincture nose to brush against the delightful maiden’s cheek, seeking to be <i>anointed</i> by angelic giggles. <font color= #ffb6c1>”I am Israfel Van Orrick.”</font>, mammoth would offer his own namesake briefly to the unnamed vagabond. In offering of thy name lips would part with silken movements as hushed lyrics would befall his kissers, directed at the dearest lady beside him, <font color= #ffb6c1>”We shall wait a while longer m’lady, as there may have been others which have heard my call or wish to join.”</font>






 
 
 
 
 
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