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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.



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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.

if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together


@Tersias