Comin' Round the Mountain {Seasonal Thread} [Open!]
Kalt Ravenshire
Medic / Alchemist

Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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   Kalt knelt down in the snow, putting his hands on the wooden runners of the sled. He had whipped up the little sled as a cart to be easily pulled through the snow, but using his magic to turn the wooden runners into steel made it a lot sturdier. That way he didn’t have to constantly check to make sure a sharp stone or something didn’t break the little cart.

   He hitched the sled onto Kysma, receiving an unimpressed glance from the unicorn. ”Don’t bitch about it,” he muttered to her, getting a snort in response. He bent down to try to put handmade snowshoes on her, but earned a sharp jab from her spiraled horn. The snowshoes he conceded on, tossing them into the sled in and stepping onto the foot boards. Taking hold of the reins and the handlebar, he spurred her on towards the woodlands.

   Drawing closer to the snowy woods, Kalt slowed the unicorn’s easy trot and stepped off of the sled. He turned his wrist, and from a black bracelet emerged an ebony sword with the faintest violet glow. The man walked with Kysma beside him and reached up, taking hold of a branch and moving the sword through the wood with a single swift and fluid motion, severing the branch effortlessly.

   Settling on the edge of the sled, the man cut through the branch several times, stacking the pieces on the cargo bed of the sled, then repeating the action with another branch.

Korbin Hale
Healer / Bartender

Age: 25 | Height: 6'3in (190 cm) | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo
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#2

the world dies over and over again

He might be high. It’s entirely possible, though he definitely didn’t do it on purpose this time. That doesn’t mean he didn’t eat something he shouldn’t have. Traveling leads to that, particularly since he lacks any skill in determining what’s edible and just hoped really really hard that whatever he stuck in his mouth wouldn’t kill him. Usually that was food, but regardless of what it actually was, the hope was always the same. So far it’s never killed him, but he’s definitely ingested a few things that would have been better left well enough alone. He remembers those and won’t make the mistake again.

His memory of before this place, though still there, is a little hazy right around the moment he slipped from one place to the next like falling through a crack in world. Still, he can’t recall any particularly odd foods, but there’s definitely a man on a sled which is being pulled by a unicorn. It’s not the unicorn that throws him, because he’s grown up around magic and all manner of strange things and can, he’s discovered, shift into a raven. Not quite the same as the massive raven wings that once sprouted from his back – the only good gift his mother ever gave him (except for birthing you she would have reminded him) – but still, it was something. Something he didn’t quite understand because he didn’t quite understand anything around here.

So no, the unicorn itself isn’t weird. It’s just the whole thing. It’s just the fact he fell through the ass crack of the world and landed here and now there’s a dude on a sled being pulled by a unicorn. Yea, you’d think you were high too.

Soon enough the man is chopping wood, which seems logical. Korbin, having absolutely nothing better to do and thinking it can’t hurt to meet a few of the faces around here, crunches through the snow in his slightly less than adequate boots, offering what he hopes is a friendly enough, ’ello across the space between them. He has no sword to help with, just a bone knife that will do little good against a large branch. He could climb, break kindling, collect something, but he doesn’t really know if the stranger even wants help. So he just makes his way over, black cloak pulled tight around him, an easy grin on his face like his whole damn world isn’t reeling. Pretending, at least, is a skill the somewhat useless boy does possess. Maybe making friends would be a skill he’d manage to learn today.

korbin

but the skeleton always gets up and walks



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