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there’s a fire under the altar - Tersias - 10-30-2025
Enough vanity exists in Tersias’ heart that he does not like to be seen by anyone new during the daylight. It’s one thing for his family to see the speckled scars scattered across his coat and face, and another thing entirely to consider approaching anyone who wasn’t used to them. Someone who might ask — and he has no practice at all trying to explain something that had been a part of him since birth. The scars were absolutely a piece of who he is the demon in Tersias’ heart truly feels whole under the moonlight.
When scar turns to a shimmering gold.
That’s the Tersias he is comfortable sharing with the world.
So that is when he wanders.
The moon tonight is a slender crescent, ready to disappear tomorrow before growing once more, but it is enough to light Tersias up with a soft golden glow. It adds colour to his shadowy presence, from the obsidian horns that crown him down to the black cloven hooves that leave strange prints behind him in the soft autumn mud.
There’s an ease to his gait under the moon, a sense of calm. There is so much that he doesn’t yet know about what he is capable of, just the tricks he’s learned when playing with his siblings or exploring, but something about this night tells him there is so much more to come. That his life in this peaceful Beqanna may change at any point.
And those thoughts bring a smile to his cold, golden eyes.
When scar turns to a shimmering gold.
That’s the Tersias he is comfortable sharing with the world.
So that is when he wanders.
The moon tonight is a slender crescent, ready to disappear tomorrow before growing once more, but it is enough to light Tersias up with a soft golden glow. It adds colour to his shadowy presence, from the obsidian horns that crown him down to the black cloven hooves that leave strange prints behind him in the soft autumn mud.
There’s an ease to his gait under the moon, a sense of calm. There is so much that he doesn’t yet know about what he is capable of, just the tricks he’s learned when playing with his siblings or exploring, but something about this night tells him there is so much more to come. That his life in this peaceful Beqanna may change at any point.
And those thoughts bring a smile to his cold, golden eyes.
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RE: there’s a fire under the altar - Frejya - 11-04-2025
FREJYA
She doesn't know what she is doing as she wanders under the sliver of the moon tonight. The majority of her time recently she has spent soaring high in the sky as her dragon, mindlessly weaving between the clouds near the stars in the night or warming her faintly golden black scales under the heat of the sun. She hasn't spent much time in her typical form, her real form. That of a small shimmering black mare with silvery white mane and tail. Despite it being her real form, it doesn't feel real to her.
It was easier to be someone else, something else, when she no longer knew who she really was.
But tonight, she was in her true form. Occasionally she was having trouble fully shifting away from the dragon that lived inside of her. Tonight is one of those times, a patch of golden black scales remained along her right hip, refusing to give way to the fur that should naturally sit there. With a snort and an eye roll, Frejya turned her attention away from them. She really needed to work on that.
She had been born into fire and chaos. Those things still lived in her blood, at times begging to come to the surface. Burn something, ruin a life, tear apart the seams of normalcy. But she ignored them, pressing the thoughts to the back of her mind and weaving along the crooks of the river until her cool black eyes settle on someone in the distance. She scans him slowly, a strange being with glowing spots along his skin under the moonlight. Frejya nears him, her footsteps soft against the earth.
"Nice night." She states, deadpan. Her gaze returns for a moment to the piece of moon that was casting a light glow over the earth before returning to the horned creature in front of her.
It was easier to be someone else, something else, when she no longer knew who she really was.
But tonight, she was in her true form. Occasionally she was having trouble fully shifting away from the dragon that lived inside of her. Tonight is one of those times, a patch of golden black scales remained along her right hip, refusing to give way to the fur that should naturally sit there. With a snort and an eye roll, Frejya turned her attention away from them. She really needed to work on that.
She had been born into fire and chaos. Those things still lived in her blood, at times begging to come to the surface. Burn something, ruin a life, tear apart the seams of normalcy. But she ignored them, pressing the thoughts to the back of her mind and weaving along the crooks of the river until her cool black eyes settle on someone in the distance. She scans him slowly, a strange being with glowing spots along his skin under the moonlight. Frejya nears him, her footsteps soft against the earth.
"Nice night." She states, deadpan. Her gaze returns for a moment to the piece of moon that was casting a light glow over the earth before returning to the horned creature in front of her.
if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together
@Tersias
RE: there’s a fire under the altar - Tersias - 12-26-2025
Tersias isn't on his own for long, A mare joins him and he notices the scales on her hip, the faint light of the moon and the soft golden glow he radiated catching on the patterned surface of them. A faint grin tugs on his mouth when she comments on the night in a deadpan fashion.
He wonders if that is how she always talks, and knows there's really only one way to find out.
It was a nice night, at least for him, but Tersias doesn't remark on that. "Nice scales." He dips his horned head a little in acknowledgement, finding it amusing that they're cut from the same colour scheme. Was she family somewhere? The gold and black stallion had grown used to seeing ghosts in the occasional face, unaware of the exact relation and fairly uninterested in ever discovering it. He had his direct family, knew them and loved them, and they had become a little scattered over the years, it didn't take much to imagine that the same thing happened to his parents' siblings, and their parents' siblings.
And then, because he could talk about the state of the night any time, including with himself, he grants himself permission to be curious about this stranger. "Do they only ever grow in that one spot?"
@Frejya
RE: there’s a fire under the altar - Frejya - 12-30-2025
FREJYA
At the mention of her scales, the small mare gave a slight frown. She loved her dragon, preferred her dragon, but it unnerved her that she had lost some control over it. Out of practice, lazy. She knew it was her fault.
"Nice horns." She replied a bit flatly with a little tilt to her head as she examined the black spires. She also found it interesting that they were the same colors in different fonts. Frejya did not know where her color came from. The majority of her family was some shade of green, but she had a golden shimmer. She was also the only one in her family (that she knew of) with a dragon. She'd always had a feeling that it somehow came from her mother.
She wonders if he is also carrying a dragon, or maybe one of his parents did and he just got some of their attributes. Horns, shimmering golden spots, shadowy flair - it all seemed familiar to her. There were also aspects of him that didn't seem dragon-y and were quite different from things she had seen before.
An exasperated sigh slipped from her as the stranger asked if her scales only grew in one spot. Frejya turned slightly to stare the stubborn patch down, slight annoyance to her tone as she muttered "No, they don't." She looked back to Tersias and with an inhale her eyes shifted to gold reptilian, the scales grew along her body, and horns sprouted from her head, golden black spikes replacing the silvery mane. She stopped there, though. The desire to fully shift and return to solitude as a dragon was so strong, Frejya had to hold it back, caging the rest of it somewhere inside.
Something about the night and this stranger made her feel like she should stay. Curiosity?
"It just seems that there is a part of me would prefer to remain a dragon at all times." Her mouth slightly tipped up at one side, almost a smile, not quite a smirk. "I suppose I don't blame that part of me."
"Nice horns." She replied a bit flatly with a little tilt to her head as she examined the black spires. She also found it interesting that they were the same colors in different fonts. Frejya did not know where her color came from. The majority of her family was some shade of green, but she had a golden shimmer. She was also the only one in her family (that she knew of) with a dragon. She'd always had a feeling that it somehow came from her mother.
She wonders if he is also carrying a dragon, or maybe one of his parents did and he just got some of their attributes. Horns, shimmering golden spots, shadowy flair - it all seemed familiar to her. There were also aspects of him that didn't seem dragon-y and were quite different from things she had seen before.
An exasperated sigh slipped from her as the stranger asked if her scales only grew in one spot. Frejya turned slightly to stare the stubborn patch down, slight annoyance to her tone as she muttered "No, they don't." She looked back to Tersias and with an inhale her eyes shifted to gold reptilian, the scales grew along her body, and horns sprouted from her head, golden black spikes replacing the silvery mane. She stopped there, though. The desire to fully shift and return to solitude as a dragon was so strong, Frejya had to hold it back, caging the rest of it somewhere inside.
Something about the night and this stranger made her feel like she should stay. Curiosity?
"It just seems that there is a part of me would prefer to remain a dragon at all times." Her mouth slightly tipped up at one side, almost a smile, not quite a smirk. "I suppose I don't blame that part of me."
if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together
@Tersias