<![CDATA[̷ᴇQᴜᴜꜱ - Adamant Summit]]> https://equus-rpg.com/ Sat, 25 Apr 2026 20:44:14 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Feathers snow and shadows]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=478 Thu, 07 Mar 2024 14:10:07 -0600 Malika]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=478
That was where she found herself right now. Wings beating in a steady and strong rythem as she flew low above the trees. Her breathing deep but not labored, lungs taking in fresh clean air. She would get tired eventually. Just like no one could run forever she could not fly forever, but oh how she sometimes wished she could. The freedom of it was something she hoped to never take forgranted.

As the trees thinned and gave way to a small clearing with rocks scattered about. She was about to rise highter to avoid hitting the cliff face on the other side when something glinting in the snow got her atention. She turned in a slow circle and sure enouth, there is was again. It might be noting but it never hurt to check. She Stumbled as her feet hit the snow. The hard top layer only holding for a moment with each step before cracking and making her sink. Than combined with her forwards momentun during landing made for a funny sight as her legs strugeled to stay under her and keep her from falling. She looked around. Now where had she seen that glint?]]>
That was where she found herself right now. Wings beating in a steady and strong rythem as she flew low above the trees. Her breathing deep but not labored, lungs taking in fresh clean air. She would get tired eventually. Just like no one could run forever she could not fly forever, but oh how she sometimes wished she could. The freedom of it was something she hoped to never take forgranted.

As the trees thinned and gave way to a small clearing with rocks scattered about. She was about to rise highter to avoid hitting the cliff face on the other side when something glinting in the snow got her atention. She turned in a slow circle and sure enouth, there is was again. It might be noting but it never hurt to check. She Stumbled as her feet hit the snow. The hard top layer only holding for a moment with each step before cracking and making her sink. Than combined with her forwards momentun during landing made for a funny sight as her legs strugeled to stay under her and keep her from falling. She looked around. Now where had she seen that glint?]]> <![CDATA[Through the shadows and the silence]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=475 Fri, 16 Feb 2024 19:34:15 -0600 Thanatos]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=475
In the distance, he saw it, a skinny thing. Obviously, it was hunting, but from what he could he it hadn't made a kill in a while maybe longer. Just his luck, lowering his head he allowed the blood to flow past his lips and nostrils. Seeping out of his eyes, something he could control on a whim. His blood was his best weapon after all, rolling his eyes till the whites flashed he broke into a gallop. Forcing his breath to come out sharp like he was being chased he moved closer to the wolf, he knew it caught his scent when it turned towards him. He was close enough that he could see its drool flowing past its jaws, he fought the urge to grin instead showing fear as he tossed his head and stumbled. He felt something tugging at his mind, the two crows. They must have caught on that he wasn't with them, another thing that he had come to realize is that he was bonded on some level to those two. Good, this will go just the way he planned. A part of his vision synced with the smaller one, who had flown close enough to cry at the wolf drawing it closer. The hungry beast snapped at him, forcing him to fly high enough to not get bit and shutting down their connection so he could focus on his hunt. By now the two knew of his hunting mannerism, it was like they had been together since he was born. But how could they when he didn't even know how he ended up in this damned place? Rising from the stumble he turned to run, but the wolf was much faster than he anticipated. It must truly be driven by hunger as it lunged at him, jaws wide ready to latch.

The poor beast didn't see him kick out, back hoof sticking its stomach. The yelp was music as he spun around, sharp teeth gleaming alabaster and ready to meet flesh. They slid through the thin fur of its muzzle, snagging flesh and allowing small bits of blood to splash his tongue. The force of his turn and lunge had him follow the wolf, front hooves raised and ready to pound it. The ruby pupils had blown wide in his skull, consuming the black completely. He was hungry after all, the two crows landed watching from the trees as the wolf stood no chance to the stallion. Its yelps and wails turned to pitiful whines than silence altogether, "FoOooooDD.... Draugr..... HUNGRY....." Skaði's head turned eyeing its sibling before croaking, "Hush...... he.... must eat.... We are next.... Silence... Myrkr...." The two turned their head down, their third eyes opening wide to keep watch on him so as not to be disturbed.]]>
In the distance, he saw it, a skinny thing. Obviously, it was hunting, but from what he could he it hadn't made a kill in a while maybe longer. Just his luck, lowering his head he allowed the blood to flow past his lips and nostrils. Seeping out of his eyes, something he could control on a whim. His blood was his best weapon after all, rolling his eyes till the whites flashed he broke into a gallop. Forcing his breath to come out sharp like he was being chased he moved closer to the wolf, he knew it caught his scent when it turned towards him. He was close enough that he could see its drool flowing past its jaws, he fought the urge to grin instead showing fear as he tossed his head and stumbled. He felt something tugging at his mind, the two crows. They must have caught on that he wasn't with them, another thing that he had come to realize is that he was bonded on some level to those two. Good, this will go just the way he planned. A part of his vision synced with the smaller one, who had flown close enough to cry at the wolf drawing it closer. The hungry beast snapped at him, forcing him to fly high enough to not get bit and shutting down their connection so he could focus on his hunt. By now the two knew of his hunting mannerism, it was like they had been together since he was born. But how could they when he didn't even know how he ended up in this damned place? Rising from the stumble he turned to run, but the wolf was much faster than he anticipated. It must truly be driven by hunger as it lunged at him, jaws wide ready to latch.

The poor beast didn't see him kick out, back hoof sticking its stomach. The yelp was music as he spun around, sharp teeth gleaming alabaster and ready to meet flesh. They slid through the thin fur of its muzzle, snagging flesh and allowing small bits of blood to splash his tongue. The force of his turn and lunge had him follow the wolf, front hooves raised and ready to pound it. The ruby pupils had blown wide in his skull, consuming the black completely. He was hungry after all, the two crows landed watching from the trees as the wolf stood no chance to the stallion. Its yelps and wails turned to pitiful whines than silence altogether, "FoOooooDD.... Draugr..... HUNGRY....." Skaði's head turned eyeing its sibling before croaking, "Hush...... he.... must eat.... We are next.... Silence... Myrkr...." The two turned their head down, their third eyes opening wide to keep watch on him so as not to be disturbed.]]> <![CDATA[the past and the present]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=398 Tue, 15 Aug 2023 19:28:41 -0500 Thuri Modeus Dragonblüd]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=398

i am fire, i forge myself

Things had been strange for him since meeting that young girl with a pelt and fire so close to his own. Oftentimes he fell inward, as one did when they had much to drink and he had done time and time himself, but he was staggeringly sober. With a heave, he drew in a deep breath of the suffocated cave air, and tried losing it to conjure flames, but his lips came away with only cinders. A pang snapped through him, once so intense and surprising he winced, before scaled lids flickered and he stared down at the pile of dried twigs and debris he had found to alight. But it sat there, not aflame as he was so customed to creating, a dull and cold reminder that the world he found himself in was foreign.

By everything divine, he needed a drink. The joint of his wing, with such prehensile phalanges one may even call them a hand, rubbed at his face, and the behemoth sighed, the gruff sound a growl in the emptiness of the cave he had found. The ores still glinted and shimmered in the dimness, taunting him in the dark with the various artifacts he could craft if he had the flame to do so. Alas... His draconian tail flicked to and fro, and the beast sank into his hooves as he stared into the unlit pit. It was lonely here in this rich mine, and he wasn't one who thrived without others. Though the thought of passing by that young girl, Sybil, again made his stomach churn. While there was no proof, a part of him, deep beneath the dusty scales and brimstone, knew that she was his.

And oh, how he had failed her, though he had no idea how he could have remedied the situation. There were no clear recollections that provided context to the girl's questions, nor words he could say to assuage years of absence. She haunted him now, even from afar.

This was all without even mentioning the grey Abdullah, a mare he knew on sight that he... well, didn't he couldn't think of the words now. They were in a fog, like so many other things, just out of reach and at times completely imperceivable. Why, he knew that she meant a great deal to him, that the immediate need to protect wasn't misplaced on a stranger. He hadn't seen her since the ordeal with Esfir and Siemon. And here he was, again failing at something so commonplace that his tempers flared. The dark marks across his body flared hot orange, alighting in the pitch phantasms, and he struck at the gathered branches with a literal growl, before his weight sulked back into his hooves and his horned visage drooped. Ya been a fool, Dragonblud.

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i am fire, i forge myself

Things had been strange for him since meeting that young girl with a pelt and fire so close to his own. Oftentimes he fell inward, as one did when they had much to drink and he had done time and time himself, but he was staggeringly sober. With a heave, he drew in a deep breath of the suffocated cave air, and tried losing it to conjure flames, but his lips came away with only cinders. A pang snapped through him, once so intense and surprising he winced, before scaled lids flickered and he stared down at the pile of dried twigs and debris he had found to alight. But it sat there, not aflame as he was so customed to creating, a dull and cold reminder that the world he found himself in was foreign.

By everything divine, he needed a drink. The joint of his wing, with such prehensile phalanges one may even call them a hand, rubbed at his face, and the behemoth sighed, the gruff sound a growl in the emptiness of the cave he had found. The ores still glinted and shimmered in the dimness, taunting him in the dark with the various artifacts he could craft if he had the flame to do so. Alas... His draconian tail flicked to and fro, and the beast sank into his hooves as he stared into the unlit pit. It was lonely here in this rich mine, and he wasn't one who thrived without others. Though the thought of passing by that young girl, Sybil, again made his stomach churn. While there was no proof, a part of him, deep beneath the dusty scales and brimstone, knew that she was his.

And oh, how he had failed her, though he had no idea how he could have remedied the situation. There were no clear recollections that provided context to the girl's questions, nor words he could say to assuage years of absence. She haunted him now, even from afar.

This was all without even mentioning the grey Abdullah, a mare he knew on sight that he... well, didn't he couldn't think of the words now. They were in a fog, like so many other things, just out of reach and at times completely imperceivable. Why, he knew that she meant a great deal to him, that the immediate need to protect wasn't misplaced on a stranger. He hadn't seen her since the ordeal with Esfir and Siemon. And here he was, again failing at something so commonplace that his tempers flared. The dark marks across his body flared hot orange, alighting in the pitch phantasms, and he struck at the gathered branches with a literal growl, before his weight sulked back into his hooves and his horned visage drooped. Ya been a fool, Dragonblud.

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]]> <![CDATA[the little things]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=364 Fri, 30 Jun 2023 12:20:51 -0500 Sybil Rue Dragonblüd]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=364
Whatever magic kept it autumn here, she was thankful for it. The bright colors offered some peace here in this weird realm between realms. Sybil hadn't quite gotten used to the lack of hunger, thirst, and other basic needs. Like everything else here, she was in limbo. But, that didn't stop her from enjoying some things... like the crisp water here in the Adamant Summit. The freshness of the valley's rushing stream was a phantom of what their experiences had been before coming here, and it - like the hues of the autumn amidst the pine - always lifted the corners of her lips. It was rare to feel the scrunching of a smile upon one's face, so she leaned into it every single time. Loosing a sigh, she let a steely puff of hot breath billow from her muzzle and rise up into the high, overcast sky.

SYBIL


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Whatever magic kept it autumn here, she was thankful for it. The bright colors offered some peace here in this weird realm between realms. Sybil hadn't quite gotten used to the lack of hunger, thirst, and other basic needs. Like everything else here, she was in limbo. But, that didn't stop her from enjoying some things... like the crisp water here in the Adamant Summit. The freshness of the valley's rushing stream was a phantom of what their experiences had been before coming here, and it - like the hues of the autumn amidst the pine - always lifted the corners of her lips. It was rare to feel the scrunching of a smile upon one's face, so she leaned into it every single time. Loosing a sigh, she let a steely puff of hot breath billow from her muzzle and rise up into the high, overcast sky.

SYBIL


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]]> <![CDATA[its cold up here]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=276 Fri, 12 May 2023 10:21:56 -0500 Sybil Rue Dragonblüd]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=276
Her velveteen muzzle dropped to the babbling stream, drawing in the sharp, cold water despite thirst not touching her tongue. Still, it felt... good, to do something natural again. To drink, to live. She was surprised by how refreshing it had been, half prepared for it to disappear or turn to ash after passing her lips. Everything here had been so strange from the very moment she found herself in that water. Even now, in a realm more reminiscent to a world she knew, she felt like a stranger implanted into a place she had no business treading. Lifting her horned dial from the crystalline water, diamond droplets dribbled from her chin and careened back into the swiftly moving river as she arched her gaze towards the high purple and blue mountains above.

Her homeland held no such features as these. It was rather flat and barren, with naked trees or gnarled bushes. It wasn't as if she didn't appreciate the aesthetic that her birthplace provided, but she found herself stricken by the sheer size of the world around her, even if it was an afterlife. Her tail flicked, and with a silvery brume loosing from her nostrils, she turned back to the waters. As she blinked, a natural cadence and not forced, the previously snowy landscape was replaced with an autumnal doppelganger. Sybil recoiled, startled by the sudden burst of color, hooves scratching upon the river stones as she pushed away. What in the Fountain's name just happened?

Again she turned towards the mountains, her soft apricot gaze darkened with perturbed shadow. The snow-capped heights still stood imposing and every stretching upward, just as formidable against the overcast skies of fall as they were in the white laden winter.

SYBIL


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Her velveteen muzzle dropped to the babbling stream, drawing in the sharp, cold water despite thirst not touching her tongue. Still, it felt... good, to do something natural again. To drink, to live. She was surprised by how refreshing it had been, half prepared for it to disappear or turn to ash after passing her lips. Everything here had been so strange from the very moment she found herself in that water. Even now, in a realm more reminiscent to a world she knew, she felt like a stranger implanted into a place she had no business treading. Lifting her horned dial from the crystalline water, diamond droplets dribbled from her chin and careened back into the swiftly moving river as she arched her gaze towards the high purple and blue mountains above.

Her homeland held no such features as these. It was rather flat and barren, with naked trees or gnarled bushes. It wasn't as if she didn't appreciate the aesthetic that her birthplace provided, but she found herself stricken by the sheer size of the world around her, even if it was an afterlife. Her tail flicked, and with a silvery brume loosing from her nostrils, she turned back to the waters. As she blinked, a natural cadence and not forced, the previously snowy landscape was replaced with an autumnal doppelganger. Sybil recoiled, startled by the sudden burst of color, hooves scratching upon the river stones as she pushed away. What in the Fountain's name just happened?

Again she turned towards the mountains, her soft apricot gaze darkened with perturbed shadow. The snow-capped heights still stood imposing and every stretching upward, just as formidable against the overcast skies of fall as they were in the white laden winter.

SYBIL


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]]> <![CDATA[waldeinsamkeit]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=176 Mon, 13 Mar 2023 21:58:57 -0500 Freyja]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=176 Freyja wasn’t sure what to think of the afterlife.

Her mortality was not something she thought about when she was alive. She knew others had differing opinions on what happened to someone when they passed, but Freyja never dwelled on it for long. Even so, she wouldn’t have thought it would be like this.

She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. She had always been the more solitary type, preferring to live alone rather than in the company of other equines. Though she liked to be alone, she didn’t like to be lonely.

The place she found herself in now was cold and gray. It was not bleak like the place she had arrived in, and for that, Freyja was thankful. Snow covered every inch of the ground beneath her hooves and the sky above was a sunless stretch of white, but the alpine trees that surrounded her did have color: deep browns and emerald greens. It was a welcome sight.

She was on the search for somewhere to settle down, somewhere she could call home, but she wasn’t sure if this place would be it. It did not have the vibrant hues and pleasant birdsong that her old home did. She also had yet to see any other living beings, either equine or other creature.

Perhaps it would change with the seasons, if there were even seasons in this place. She wasn’t sure if she would want to live here if it was perpetually in winter. Freyja’s thin coat did not appreciate the cold temperature and she couldn’t help but shiver as she walked through the silent woods.

Despite her discomfort, she continued on. She figured couldn’t come here and immediately turn back, she might as well explore some more and see what else this place had to offer.
]]> Freyja wasn’t sure what to think of the afterlife.

Her mortality was not something she thought about when she was alive. She knew others had differing opinions on what happened to someone when they passed, but Freyja never dwelled on it for long. Even so, she wouldn’t have thought it would be like this.

She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. She had always been the more solitary type, preferring to live alone rather than in the company of other equines. Though she liked to be alone, she didn’t like to be lonely.

The place she found herself in now was cold and gray. It was not bleak like the place she had arrived in, and for that, Freyja was thankful. Snow covered every inch of the ground beneath her hooves and the sky above was a sunless stretch of white, but the alpine trees that surrounded her did have color: deep browns and emerald greens. It was a welcome sight.

She was on the search for somewhere to settle down, somewhere she could call home, but she wasn’t sure if this place would be it. It did not have the vibrant hues and pleasant birdsong that her old home did. She also had yet to see any other living beings, either equine or other creature.

Perhaps it would change with the seasons, if there were even seasons in this place. She wasn’t sure if she would want to live here if it was perpetually in winter. Freyja’s thin coat did not appreciate the cold temperature and she couldn’t help but shiver as she walked through the silent woods.

Despite her discomfort, she continued on. She figured couldn’t come here and immediately turn back, she might as well explore some more and see what else this place had to offer.
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