Doe, a Deer [SEASONAL EVENT]
for Wessex!
Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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#1
   Kalt rode with the hood of his uniform down, Kysma’s hooves lifting out of the snow with each step, a feeling of annoyance that Kalt could sense in her. He rode bareback on the black unicorn, and she moved with the smoothest gait that he had ever experienced from an equine. Everyday with her was magical, and he was eternally grateful for her companionship.

     He had heard from the natives about the Longnight, and one of the things he was told was about the special breed of reindeer with glowing antlers. He was beginning to think nothing was impossible in this world.

     The man had his guitar in his lap as he rode, gently strumming to a tune motivated by whatever it was he was feeling. He had never bothered to learn how to read music, so everything he did on his guitar was entirely motivated by his own emotions and thoughts. He enjoyed his music, so when he heard that a way to lure luxere was to sing, he was elated.

     A slow song lived on his lips in a language no one from this world would understand. It was a lullaby he had heard a mother sing to her infant in a foreign land during a contract, and for whatever reason, it stayed with him. Perhaps it was the purity of the action... He didn’t know.

     He drew closer to the luxere herd and dismounted from the unicorns back, settling on a fallen tree with Kysma trotting around the snow like a prancing pony. He smiled, watching a few of the luxere lift their heads with interest at the man and the mystical horse.

     Any other person likely wouldn’t have heard the nearly silent steps, but having trained with bloodfiends - or Ascended, as they were called in this world - in Northwind and Northaven, Kalt was keenly tuned into the way they moved. He didn’t turn or make any kind of movement to let on that he was aware, waiting for whoever it was that was there to make their appearance.

Wessex

Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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#2

Wessex… doesn’t sing. Can’t. Won’t. Take your pick. In some other life, she might be a very husky, smokey-smooth alto, suitable for jazz clubs and sultry pillow talk. But not here. The only way this woman is going to lure some Luxere in is with food. Lots of food. And like, not being scary. They don’t like scary things.

It’s weird, this feeling that she no longer needs to carry weapons with her. The talons can’t replace the distance of a bow or a throwing knife, but as far as doing some up-close-and-personal fighting, she doesn’t really need to carry her knives any more… everything will just be up close and personal now. Anyway, Wessex leaves anything even remotely smelling like blood at her ramshackle little one-room house in the woods and heads out with a bag of saved carrots and another, larger bag of hay she nicked from someone with animals. Sorry, dude. Tradition is tradition.

Luckily for the Outlander, the Ascended isn’t trying to sneak up on him. Not unkindly - but not particularly kindly, either - Wessex walks up to the man and stops behind him, asking quietly, “What are you doing out here?” It’s kind of obvious, but she’s curious as to how he knows about the Luxere, and better yet, that they respond to singing.

On third thought, she’s also dying to know about the prancing unicorn. Maybe even more than the other questions.

WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm

I'm sorry this is shit :/
Kalt
Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
Played by: Sage Offline
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#3
   Unlike Kalt, Kysma hadn’t been paying attention to the approaching Ascended woman. The large unicorn stopped her running upon hearing Wessex speak, while the assassin didn’t even stop playing his guitar. He did stop singing, however, angling his head over his shoulder to look at her. Tall, blonde, older than he, but certainly not unattractive. Her air of hostility wasn’t exactly the most reassuring, though.

   He nodded his head out towards the herd of luxere, flashing the woman – Wessex – a brief grin. ”Singing,” he said simply.

   Kysma seemed over the initial shock of someone knew joining their space, and she snuffed at the snow, before trotting over towards the luxere. Mystical horse plus mystical deer… Kalt figured there would be some kind of friendly chemistry there.

   ”Longnight’s coming, yeah?” He asked, watching his unicorn attempting to get the reindeer to play with her. She was a herd animal with only him as a companion, so he decided he should try to find her some other animal to play with also. That was an issue for another day. He looked up at Wessex with a raised brow. ”You here same reason I am? Luring luxere for the Longnight?” Again, he smirked at her with his little wordplay.

Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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#4

Right. So apparently the Outlander already knows everything he needs to know about Deepfrost and LongNight and there isn’t any reason for Wessex to stick around. She’s already had flash of recognition from that meeting in the Sanctuary, but recognizing someone doesn’t really mean shit.

She offers Kalt a curt nod to acknowledge what he’s doing here, then picks up her hay and carrots and begins to move around to the other side of the herd. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get more than a few steps in before the man says something about Longnight - twice. Rather than going into the semantics about how she doesn’t even know if she’ll need light, what the once feared week now potentially means to her, or you know, her feelings of innate possession and protection towards the Luxere, she simply says, “Yep." and keeps on moving.

His music wafts in the silence between them, as she opens her bag and pulls out a big handful of the dry, sweet smelling grass. Wessex grows almost impossibly still, puffs of breath disappearing from the air in front of her face, as she waits to see if one of the gentle creatures will venture towards it.  


WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm

I'm sorry, I don't know what this is or what she's doing x.x


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