Over the last few days temperatures had severely dropped and a blizzard had torn through the drifters neck of the woods, burying any greenery beneath thick layers of snow and frost. The forest was lef... View MoreOver the last few days temperatures had severely dropped and a blizzard had torn through the drifters neck of the woods, burying any greenery beneath thick layers of snow and frost. The forest was left quiet, almost completely still and silent as most wildlife had hidden themselves away within their dens to wait out the harsh storm. The knight had sought refuge in his humble cabin, stocked up on wood to ensure he was able to keep a fire going and keep his home warm, but not even the cabin could endure the severity of the environment.
Part of the roof had buckled and caved in beneath the weight of the falling snow, dumping said snow inside and letting the cold air rush in and replace the cozy warmth with its chilling embrace. Thankfully the storm had passed over shortly after, but it still left him with a gaping hole in his ceiling in freezing temperatures that would needed to be addressed sooner than later. He had built the cabin from the ground up so he was most confident he’d be able to fix it.
The stallion was on his way back towards his cabin now, wearing only his chest plate and leaving his bandaged hooves and head exposed to the element all for the sake of lightening his load. A rope was fastened over his shoulder and around his broad chest, trailing behind him where it was tied securely to a large sled he was pulling along behind him. Numerous logs sat on the sled, bundled and tied up so they didn’t spill out onto the ground anytime he hit a bump or uneven terrain.
The stallion wore a look of stoic focus as he dragged the heavy load behind him, ignoring the exhaustion step after step as he forged on through the densely packed snow, cold sweat beginning to cling to his forehead. The vapour of his breath flowed freely in the air as he let out a huff, the sight of his cabin coming into view invigorating him to dig deep and keep going until he made it.
At last he made it, slowing to a stop just out front of the cabin. He grunted to himself, a soft wheeze leaving him as he lifted a hoof and undid the rope fastened around his chest, letting it drop to the ground as he caught his breath. He felt his chest tighten, feeling as if it were on fire. He lifted his arm and coughed roughly into it, pulling back a second later to notice crimson specks of blood visible along his snow coloured fur…
Another quiet grunt left him before he lowered his hoof to the ground. It was just a cold. The weather must be getting to him, that’s all. He forced himself to think nothing of it, telling himself he could rest when the work was done as he trudged back towards his sled to fetch the logs… #rp
Brand new piece, done by valkenkuart on YCH.
Think I posted this before a long time ago, but may as well again now that I've got his profile up. Credit to the artist!
The stench of blood and rot in the air was overwhelming, mixed in with the scent of smoke that was enough to make someone choke and gag. All over there was fire, the distant sounds of castle walls giv... View MoreThe stench of blood and rot in the air was overwhelming, mixed in with the scent of smoke that was enough to make someone choke and gag. All over there was fire, the distant sounds of castle walls giving out and crumbling to rubble as the fire continued to rage on, consuming everything it touched.
His body was weak, hardly able to stand and bear the weight of his battered armour. His muscles ached from fatigue and fresh wounds that tainted his snow white fur beneath his armour. He felt the unbearable heat of the flames surrounding him, the smoke stinging his eyes through his helm, but all he could focus on was the mare in his arms.
This was no longer the mare he knew and cared so deeply for and protected all these years. The mare he knew died the night the assassins came for her. A cold steel blade was plunged into her innocent, pure heart. It stripped her of everything that she was and everything she was going to be, and with her death went his purpose.
The mare he gazed upon in his arms in this burning throne room was a perverted, twisted version of her. The plague had consumed her body as it had the rest of the kingdom, eating away and replacing parts of her with stringy, flesh-like tendons that seemed to writhe and move on their own, as if they were alive and puppeteering her corpse. She gazed up at him with eyes that were dull, clouded over and missing the colour and life that once was within them. Her golden braid was dirtied and stained, much of her mane beginning to fall out.
As he brought her into his arms and took one final look at her, the rot that corrupted her body beginning to slowly reach out like tiny hands or tendrils and latch onto his armour weakly, slowly slithering along the metallic plates. He readied his crimson stained blade, shaking his head.
“Forgive me, Lady Lorelei..”
With a firm thrust his blade was driven into her chest. The feeling of her blood beginning to flow over his hoof snapped him awake..
He shot up with a gasp and found himself in his bed, surrounded by the darkness of the inside of his cabin. His fur clung to his body, soaked with sweat. He gripped onto the sheets of his bed as he struggled to find breath in his lungs, panting softly as his chest heaved up and down. Another night and that same nightmare. Despite how far he’s travelled and the distance he’s put between him and that place, the memories still linger..
Forcing himself to his hooves, the large stallion dragged himself off his bed and staggered away. He shivered as he felt the cold air surround him, the fire warming the cabin long burnt out now. He grunted to himself and fetched his axe set by the fireplace, forcing himself towards the door. He could hardly breathe. He felt trapped, enclosed.
With a firm shove the door swung roughly open, revealing the early morning sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. He stood for a moment in its warm orange glow, basking in it as he let his eyes shut. He took a deep, slow breath and simply stood there for a moment. As his heart rate began to slow and he felt his composure slowly coming back, he quietly grunted to himself. Leaving behind his armour and gear he paced over towards the stack of logs out front of the cabin, getting to work on chopping them for firewood and as a way to fall into rhythm and clear his mind.. #rp
The armored stallion laid down his gear with delicate care, propping his blade and shield up against a log before he shifted and sat himself down with a quiet metallic thud. He sighed quietly in exhau... View MoreThe armored stallion laid down his gear with delicate care, propping his blade and shield up against a log before he shifted and sat himself down with a quiet metallic thud. He sighed quietly in exhaustion beneath his helm, fixating his eyes upon the blazing campfire before scooting closer to its tender, invigorating warmth. He gripped his thick, fur lined cloak and coiled it around himself tighter to fight off the winter chill nipping at him.
He offered you a mug of warm tea and a safe spot to rest by the fire, even if for but a moment..
#rp
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