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  iron and blood and flowers 

There have been rumours around the foot of Veneror Peak. Those who live in its shadow have spent a night and day and further night with their eyes wide, too afraid to sleep.

The first night there was howling and keening and roaring. The noises rose like a wave and crashed around the stone of the mountain with terrible vigour. And when the light of dawn began to rise, they saw a shadow upon the mountainside and all made sense.

A new beast.

They trembled as they stood and stared at the creature that spread its great wings only a few hours later and soared out across the mountain’s valley. It swooped down into the small village and how they scurried like ants into their houses and snapped their doors and windows closed tight!

The monster circled for a while and then landed in their gardens. It went from one into the next and plucked a dozen of the villagers’ finest flowers up. In their place she left a wilting one, similar to that which she had plucked, yet dead or dying.

With her flowers in her beak - held so carefully! they declared – she flew back up onto the mountain and was silent, until the evening. Then came those terrible screams again – anguish and fury they sounded like. The whole of Veneror shook and as the dawn crested one brave villager declared he would go and send the beast away, that their flowers might be safe and their nights terror-free. 

Up and up the bold man climbed. Up and up he went with his torchlight in his grasp, until he found the beast at rest. A dragon! He said aloud. No a bird. No! He realized at last: a wyvern is what it was. But already she had heard him and opened one red-blue eye. She lifted her head from her nest of flowers and looked down her beak at the man who stood with his torch aloft.

Tap, tap, tap begins the tip of her barbed tail upon the stone. Scrape, scrape, scrape, begins her talons on the rubble. The brave man swallows, no longer brave at all. Fearfully he steps back and the wyvern angers all the more. She rises, unfurling from her flowered seat and reaches her long neck toward him, irritated but not yet stirred.

Until that is, the scared man accidentally drops his torch upon the ground. It sparks and flares and sets her flowers alight and oh, then he knows the ire of a wyvern! She screams into the air and plucks the man from where he stands. Her breakfast was a merry one that day though her nest is wet with tears for the ashes of her flowers.

In spite she swoops down into the village once again and plucks from their garden every lovely flower that they own and with the foolish man’s feet within her grasp she flies off to make herself a new nest and settles this time upon a wood. She lands abruptly in a clearing and begins to make her nest, of beautiful flowers from the village. Once done she begins to pull the horse shoes from the foolish man’s feet. She is upon the third and working very diligently when she hears another stray across her path and with an irritated huff she looked up toward the next strange man and then down toward his feet. 

“Do you wear nice shoes too?” She wonders of him but does not think that he might hear her. Then lower, with warning and ire and mistrust, “Touch my wonderful flowers and I will soon find out!”




Perhaps @Torstein heard the rumors of the strange beast in the mountains. Maybe he only heard her crying, and howling on the summer wind. Either way each time she cries might make him more, and more curious to discover what sort of beast makes sounds such as those. When he finds her it is with death and flower surrounding her. And are those horseshoes piled up around her? Strange things, strange things indeed---

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Male [He/Him/His]  |  Immortal [Year 493 Spring]  |  21 hh  |  Hth: 17 — Atk: 23 — Exp: 41  |    Active Magic: Telemanipulation  |    Bonded: Circe (Lammergeier Wyvern)
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"Speech..." — Thoughts...Circe's telepathic speech.
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He heard the screams, but he did not care. It was not a pressing matter to him as far as he was told... no actual damage or injury had even come of it. So the locals had panicked - When was that new? he scoffed and continued about his daily activities. 

Those activities, which led him to trek through the Viride Forest on some ridiculous inter-court mission. Tor had been told to do it and so begrudgingly he did, with no an ounce of pleasure on his face. To be truthful, he looked downright miserable. When it's the last thing he wants to be carrying, the literal bag he was saddled with feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

That was until he stumbled upon what looked like a bearded vulture... but it was far too big to be one. He stopped amid the clearing and curiously tilted his head at the creature that was - well, as big as he was. That along was a feat and when it expanded its wings in an indignant huff, it was so much larger. And very clearly not just a bird.

Do you wear nice shoes? was the curious thought in his head that startled Tor. Touch my wonderful flowers and I will soon find out! was the hiss afterwards, and the soldier's eyes narrowed.

Am I going insane? How can I hear it? was the first thing that passed through his head, and immediately the creature's head bolted upright. Feathers fluffed as she stared at the large (but equal in comparison) stallion ahead of her.

How can you understand me, and how can you speak? came the near-squawk that startled both of them. It startled Tor that he could hear her, startled him because how did she hear his thoughts in the first place... startled him because this creature was talking to him. Startled her that he was startled, as it obviously meant he heard her. Again.

For a long time, they both stood there and just stared at one another - almost daring the other to think something again, yet Tor was the first to do so. The only time I've heard of this type of... telepathy... between equine and beasts- but he was cut off abruptly.

BEAST! she trilled, feathers re-fluffing. You are as much a beast as I am! came the indignant words - thoughts? - in his mind, again.

He paused briefly again as if waiting to see if she would continue, and metaphorically cleared his throat. ... I've only heard about this between bonded creatures. Then silence from both of them.

Her feathers smoothed, and she peered curiously at him. Eyes flitted down to the dismembered legs dripping blood under her own taloned feet, and in one swift motion she yanked off the last horseshoe. Then it's settled! she chirped and peered back towards him. Guess you're stuck with me now - My name's Circe!

The deadpan look that settled across Torstein's face said nothing yet everything all at once. Oh, fuck me... he groaned.

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