Mark It Up

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Character: Wrath
Questing for: Beginner, Bear Shaping
Why seek this?: To intimidate others with her power and seek to gain more power for herself to wreak upon the weak and powerless.

[Pie]

Do you think you could post a small in character post with your horse seeking Raed? Thanks <3

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OOC: Sorry about that. xD

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“Fallen angel, goddess of sinful delight
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight”
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Wrath knew she was in a magical place, full of dark longings around every corner of the steep mountain ledges that often looked strong enough to support her as she glided along the dangerous paths. The scents here were strong of fatality, weak equines plunging to their deaths when not aware of the jagged claws that reached up for them in the dead of night. The mare wasn’t scared, no, she was excited. The rumors here spoke of a single stallion, Raed, who granted quests to those worthy enough to survive his requirements. Other than that, she heard nothing more than a few whispers, but figured more than she actually heard. Wrath made assumptions; if this bastard roamed these forsaken lands and called this his domain; he had to be a dark soul like herself, for what sane light hearted fool would even dare think he could master such terrain? Ebon daggers trod lightly, her exotic body making quick work to avoid the rocks that threatened to harm her. Now, the bloodstained mare kept a wary eye out for surprises as she reached one of the higher summits. The land sprawled out below her, making her appear very high and mighty indeed, which brought a self satisfied smirk to run along her white kissed maw. It soon faded however, when she remembered she was seeking out a guardian, an equine who had more power over her in this current situation. Perish the thought…It sickened her.

Rounding suddenly to spin her head around, her exotic vocals called out over the lands, like a great whinny of longing of her own. ”Raed! I have traveled from the far reaches of the north. If you hear my call, I request an audience with you.” Pausing for a brief moment to let he words sink into the atmosphere, the mare continued with a lash of her ebon banner hard against her flanks. ” I seek to become a powerful hunter, I seek to shapeshift into a bear! Will you grant me such a task?” He voice stopped, vocals severed from the mortal realm. For the moment, Wrath was a patient horse, for she couldn’t afford not to be now. With this arousing void of danger all around her, it was hard not to demand more from this mystery stallion who had obviously mastered his land and transformed it into such intoxicating beauty. The air stilled, caught by her sweet command. Perhaps Raed heard her, even was watching her right now. Either way he would get no form of fear from her now. She was not one of those naive bitches that wander into dark lands without knowing where they are. Far from that. Wrath knew exactly what to expect in these lands, and she wasn’t about to turn tail and flee on the wings of half hearted rumors.

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“Greatest thrill, aim to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite, Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed you for nothing!”

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Raed began to tinker with his powers. He stood atop a small knoll, watching the vast landscape change rapidly before him. As he manipulated his surroundings, the stallions mind wandered. At first the landscapes were of dark nights, free of the moons eerie and luminous glow. Casted shadows were sharp and long streching further across the landscape. Each corner posed a threat, made your blood pump furiously through your veins. Fear lurched around the corners, sweeping too and fro. For ages the surroundings were manipluated into some sinister dark land, reflecting his alliance. But not his true one.

Light began to border the horizion. It was unnatural light. It wasn't of the moon or the sun. The shadows were slowly merging into soft figures, sharp edges turned soft as they curved around the trees. The fearsome lands were lightened. Emerald grass burdened the rolling hills, replacing the decaying and unhealthy grass that once failed to grow. All to suddenly his mind switched back to what he was doing. Eyes widened with fear, shock coursed through his blood. Raed shook his head, freeing the beautiful landscape, changing it back to the dark shadows. Something began to slither as the wind brushed against his nose. A scent was brought. It was a mare. In a matter of seconds, Raed was before her, his head held high and dominating. His gaze casted downwards, his eyes appraising. There was something about her he couldnt fathom. Never the less, he subsided it. His face turned into a frown as he spoke quietly with a sharp tounge. "Whats in it for me?"

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“Fallen angel, goddess of sinful delight
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight”
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As if on command, the emerald stalks beneath her shriveled, transforming into something unhealthy to digest and consume. The skies darkened then, which could only mean that the shadows were heralding something more evil, more dark to come. A void appeared beside her, a few steps to the left. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the portal swirl and gleam in faded light, then stepped forth its contents. The stag himself carried the same blood red pelt as she, though her black pillars were a shade or two darker. It was unusual to find such southern born stallion to boast nearly the same color coat as she, and this left her mildly interested. Could he have been born in her homelands? Wrath noticed his somber expression, her ebon eyes flickering like a jaded flame. He appeared serious and commanding, like an old monarch. The mare had little idea how old he was, but his eyes spoke of experience and power beyond her own. Reluctantly…Wrath dipped her head at his approach, eyes respectful yet heated all the same. She was obviously new at showing submission, especially towards a stallion. Power was power…and that at least demanded some respect from her, regardless of gender.

His eyes analyzed her, sizing her up. She froze in his gaze, but her banner lashed once against her bloodstained flanks. As he finished speaking, Wrath lifted her head, casually assessing his lyrics. Then she realized something she didn’t quite catch before. The landscape changing from dark to light, light to dark once more in her presence. His vocals held a sort of sadness within them, and spoke whispers of secret loneliness, so much like Wrath who longed for company worth her own. She took a step forward, ink dipped pillars supporting her bloodstained form. She smirked lightly, casually. Perhaps she could coax a deal out of him after all. Her eyes spoke volumes, a sort of quenched fire erupting into her thoughts as she continued to ponder how far she would go to achieve her so called powers. Even this, in the name of gain, was little price to pay for what she desired. ”I will give you my company, no more, no less.” Her lingering lyrics flew from her white kissed jaws, gentle and exotic in one winged stroke of breath. ”For a little while, till the sun goes down.” She finished her proposition, thinking herself quite clever, but inwardly, she held a secret. This Raed fellow reminded her of her kin back home, the ones who adored her and both feared her. Perhaps she was thinking of Sigurd just then, but she rejected the thought with a well masked grin, hardly visible across scarlet features.

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“Greatest thrill, aim to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite, Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed you for nothing!”

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Word Count: 457
Muse: Good.
OOC: I think Raed is a little lonely. He needs some decent company, someone he can relate to even. xD

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ooc; XD
Well I guess we shall send you straight onto your quest.
Go to the winter forest, collect two ice leaves.
Request the light queen and get one hair from her mane.
& a small shell from the beach.