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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    could i use you as a warning sign
    #1

    I V A R
    i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
    When the strangers had left (taking their dis-quiet with them), Ivar had returned to the bottom of the seas to the north of his island.

    He has stirred little in the time since, rousing himself only to hunt and occasionally to prowl through the jungles of his home in search of a woman to occupy himself for a few hours. Yidhra and Evia have been avoiding him – a sign he’s come to know means they are in foal and uninterested in his advances – but the pair of roans are interesting enough to pass the time, and there is something especially satisfying about feeling the kick of his child in Chryseis’ belly. She’d been as compliant as he ever could have wanted, and the scaled creature considers slaughtering her simply for the satisfaction of it, the way he had Breckin. As the kelpie grows older he has grown less cautious, and the skulls he keeps beside his trove of treasures for Isobell grow ever more numerous.

    It is her he seeks this cloudy winter afternoon.

    Her scent has grown cold in the seaside cave where he most often finds her; even Svana is nowhere to be found. Ivar has prowled the breadth of the island and returns to the cave unsuccessful. Irritated, he kicks at a few of the brightly colored shells, crushes some of the marvelously shaped corals beneath his hooves. These are treasures he has brought her from the sea, but what good if they do not keep her here where he can find her? He brings her the little clownfish she likes (even though the anemone stings his unscaled nose) and he crushes the spiny shells of the urchins before he leaves them, and yet she has the audacity to not be here when he wants her. The audacity to leave even, he has begun to suspect.

    He breaks the pale walrus skull with a slam of his front hooves, even though (perhaps especially because) Isobell liked the way the barnacles had formed sort of a crown along the top of it.

    Wading through the ankle deep water at the mouth of the cave, he emerges into the sunlight and scowls at the horizon.

    He’s going to have to hunt her down, he thinks, and drag her back to Ischia kicking and screaming. A lot of screaming, he decides, enough that she thinks twice before leaving again.



    and i'll use you as a warning sign
    that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind


    @[anyone who wants to be around ivar in a pissy mood I guess lmao]
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    #2
    I'll be your alibi

    Ever since she had come into contact with another horse, she had changed, it had shaped her in a way she thought was not possible, and even with the attempted murder of another, Tasi thought that she could finally integrate herself with others and live in their midst, unbothered by their socialism and sometimes, weird, antics.

    The kelpie moves freely at the bottom of the ocean, the pressure it creates almost comforting as she winds through seaweed and forgotten seashells. The water around the islands creates a perfect home for her, warm and subtle oceans cascading into a tropical island she can laze and unwind on, almost seeming too perfect, especially since she had taken no interest in the island's political affairs.

    The kelpie rushes toward the sky, watching the sunlight bend the water as it glitters below the surface, casting an enchanting glow on her golden colours as she moves with haste.

    As she surfaces her ears twitch to the condemning shatter of cartilage, her head which is positioned above the surface, shooting toward the sound as it echoes in the cave.
    "Ivar" she mumbles, noticing the kelpie of similar colour as he moves toward him, her hooves gripping the sand below her as she emerges, her long mane almost sticking to her shoulder as she sheepishly walks toward him, unsure of if he even wanted to meet her.

    The mare suddenly becomes quite nervous as her body exits the water, casting a blue smile as she realises it was probably too late to turn back now.

    "Hello, Father," she says clearly, having recited the line thousands of times in her head when she was exploring the depths of the ocean, waiting to meet him.

    "You seem, distraught," she says, her tone calm and delightful as she smiles at him, her tail trailing behind her as she halts in the ankle-height water.




    Tasi

    @[Ivar]
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    #3
    Nilam
    Nilam doesn’t own the part of the Ischian sea where her brother claimed an island, where her mother takes her and her siblings - but she imagines that she does.

    So, the girl she met obviously had had to be tested to see if she wouldn’t breathe underwater. Thus, she couldn’t really stand her siblings, the porpoise-shifter only tolerable and her non-kelpie triplets… well, they were her triplets. And they didn’t mind if she curiously bit them from time to time, if she hypnotized them afterwards or during. Simple yet effective.

    There is a disturbance in the waters just north of her today. She knows she doesn’t own the sea for none could ever own such a moving thing… but she could rule it, she thinks.

    Unlike the nereids who are more or less beach-dwellers, she’s perfectly fine with swimming to the depths.

    The sapphire grulla kicks with her gold-pointed legs, landing in the water easily to simply have them merge into a form she is much more comfortable with, her tail still bearing a patch of gold at the end. She’s much faster in the water, and more deadly - but when she arrives at the disturbance, she sees they are familiar - or rather, it’s not like she met them, they look similar to her and so they’re probably related.

    Father, she hears the other young kelpie say - a girl like her. Nilam feels both distance and a hint of jealousy at that - she doesn’t get very attached to any family, and yet she has something that Nilam doesn’t; a kelpie looking out for her.

    There is… a cold form of rage. A burning wish to be first to meet him, to get to learn how to rule the waters first - and a power she hadn’t accessed before now blooms. She rewinds the time just a bit - for everyone except herself of course - so that the other kelpie girl moves backwards into the water, and then it is Nilam who is first to join him on the surface.

    She isn’t so practised in what she would say to him, though. As the girl surfaces, right after the skull is cracked, she tilts her head at him. ”Need help with that?” Her teeth glisten in the half-dark of the cave entrance as she grins at him. He wouldn’t need help with the whale, but surely there was something else she could impress him with, so that he would teach her to rule the waves.

    It is then that Tasi arrives, repeating her exact words and actions from before, but this time besides Nilam, and none the wiser.
    there is no new wave
    only the sea


    @[Ivar] @[Tasi]
    mild powerplay with approval from Nyx ^^ but lemme know if you want something changed still
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    #4

    I V A R
    i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
    Most of the children that Carwyn has given him are less than satisfactory. That they live with their mother on a southern island, that the second boy has enough teeth to claim an island, that there had been triplets born this past spring; that is all he cares to know. The roan pegasus still breathes only for her ties to Brennen, and perhaps for the blank-eyed ad-oration that she is always willing to shower upon Ivar when he deigns to visit her. She reminds him of Heda, enough so that he calls the roan by that name occasionally. Carwyn never minds. She is too sweet to mind, and her grandsire too powerful for Ivar to add her skull to his collection.

    So he tolerates her, though were she to wander upon him now he might forget exactly why he does so.

    He thinks she has, for just a moment. But no, this is a smaller girl, one with his own golden markings and more sapphire than the blue roan could have given alone. So she’d been successful at last, Ivar realizes, and the satisfaction eases his irritation like waves upon the shore. The little girl does not simper, does not cower away from his display of temper, and a grin of his own soon glitters in response.

    “I’d given up on your mother,” he says aloud, taking a step forward to look her over. Scaled, toothed, and finned; far superior to a great many of the children that had already pleased him. “I’ll have to bring her back.” A subject of conversation not suitable for children, perhaps, but surely Nilam has reasoned out where she came from, why she is superior to her mother and her land-bound siblings. She is like him, from him, she is better and she has him to thank.

    His irritation returns at the interruption (how dare someone disturb his moment of appreciation for this fine thing he has crafted?), and yet the arrival is not so different from the first. Brighter in color, but the same age as the first, Ivar scrutinizes Tasi’s features for what he had seen so readily in Nilam’s. No, he decides, this is not Carwyn’s daughter at all, but someone else’s. She looks like…hmm. The nereid’s name escapes him (though she never had), and Ivar is not certain how he feels about the strength of her mother in the teal and gold filly. Still, she is kelpie too, stronger than the weaker nereid, and the scaled stallion takes a step back to admire them.

    “Have you killed anything yet?” He asks abruptly, glancing from one to the other with golden eyes. " I hope your mothers have not let you grow up weak."



    and i'll use you as a warning sign
    that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind


    @[Nilam]
    @[Tasi]
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    #5
    The plague had wracked his body with sickness. Lothbrok had faced it like he was bred to be, savage and unwavering, as it changed him from his father's desired son to something darker. Teeth of various lengths grew where shallow flat pearls had been. They tore through his gums and push out his adult incisors as blood filled his mouth, muffled and fractured by his screams.

    Had the sickness been really a nasty plague that swept through bruised Beqanna skies? It had certainly been the rupture (or perhaps rapture) of something far greater than a nasty sickness. Fever spells had taken the painted grey to such states of delirium that he both feared and fantasized the dark hunger of his lusts.

    The pink tongue glides over the thin points of his teeth. They gave the young kelpie stallion a sense of power when he grinned at the pretty girls with flashing silver eyes. Oh how the girls had loved to vie for his affections until the edges of his teeth sunk into their throats, dragging them below...pitiful things..he can recall when he used to feel guilt but it is drifting and lukewarm. Lothbrok had never had much interest in the taste of flesh till after the sickness had taken his mind and given him his sinister grin.

    Lothy had decided to find his beloved father to show him his new gift. Ivar would simply beam in recognition of his first born son's true transformation into kelpie. The gray and white painted beast spreads the warm waters with a surgeon's precision, his lungs move easily as it deciphers the waters. He knew his mother and father and little Svana often resided away from Ischia and off on their own so he knew it was best to locate them there.

    There is static in the air as he pulls himself from the salted waters. Words like knives slice through the gentle muffling of being underwater. His father is in a fury and it causes the grullo and white stallion to hesitate...he had never witnessed this extent of an outrage. Glittering silver eyes watch beneath the drips of salt water that cling to his lashes as he observes a gathering of two females at Ivar's hooves...no doubt his concubines or spawn. The painted kelpie moves to join the small gather, cautious and careful of Ivar's rage.

    The questions are thrown to a true kelpie creation...the pride sweeps Ivar's devilish looks upward. Lothy snorts abruptly as he approaches the gathering. "Father-" Lothbrok always knew to greet those of revere (even his own father) first before his brilliant pewter eyes cast over the youthfully dangerous face of a teal and gold dripped mare and the grey-blue features of another young mare. Their adoration and worship splays across their upturned faces as Ivar throws his demanding questions upon them like a heavy net.  Ears flicker to and fro in the tangled nest of his dark hair causing fat droplets of sea water to trace down the edges of his handsome jaws...clearly a son of Ivar.

    The stallion does not crowd for he does not need too. He stands just off, watching and listening, as the two females chose to speak more. His floating silver eyes burn with a cold fire for the sweet scent of his mother is barely detected...Svana's innocent warmth is not even hinted on the drift of salt air... Lothbrok's brow furrows thickly beneath his dark brow as he looks to Ivar for a sign of his mother's disappearance. Had father grown angry with mother? With little Svana? The edge of his lip curls into a growing sneer at the though of his little kelpie sister being tossed away...but she was kelpie...Ivar would never cast away the purest examples of his loins. "Where is mother and Svana?" Lothbrok interrupts the older male's inquires as he steps up, the beast of his nature foams at the edges of his mouth, feral and snapping. Never had he felt much more than love for his family that bound him...but now a feral desire to protect what is kelpie drives his waking through (other than the taste of a fresh kill or the warmth of a woman's body).
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    #6
    You've got a light in your eyes, or is it just the dark in disguise?

     She doesn't realise it, but time has skipped a certain beat, throwing her back into the ocean that she had come from minutes before, another kelpie, a sibling, appearing close to her, though a lot closer to their father.
    How long had she been here, had she already taken the moment she longed for with her father away from her, or had she just arrived she ponders, emerging quickly from the sizzling foam created by the crashing waves now behind her, standing closer to the sapphire mare.

    Her sibling is without a doubt a lot more confident than her, taking the lead and speaking to their father, though Tasi quickly follows in her footsteps, calling Ivar's name and taking note on his aggravated state.

    Though before she can say anything else, Ivar poses a question to both of them, asking if they had killed anything yet.
    The question sends a spike of guilt through her gut, a weird and confusing feeling that holds her still "I tried to kill a boy off the coast of Ischia" she casts her mind back to Aeolus, a sweet and welcoming horse who had been nothing but nice to her, but she wasn't able to shake the urge to kill him "But he slipped away, and I failed. I haven't been able to bring myself to kill anything else since then" she says, though her hope for empathy is more than unlikely to happen.

    As he begins to walk forward, another horse appears, another Kelpie, though this doesn't surprise her. He also seems a lot more confident, and quite serious. Tasi takes a step back, almost as if she was trying to hide, closer to Nilam.

    Tasi

    @[Ivar] @[Nilam] @[Lothbrok] So sorry to keep you guys waiting, I hope ya don't mind the garbage writing hehe
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    #7
    Nilam
    Her father seems to be one hell of an attraction to the other sea predators. Still, his eyes seem to calm just a little when he admires the sapphire girl, and she beams when he does so. It’s not often she gets praised; usually she gets the passive-aggressive stares from her caretakers when she bites her little roan sister.

    ”What are the odds?” she wonders. she already knows of the half-sister on her side, but now a fourth kelpie arrives, a male. He is older, much more confident, asking about his mother and someone she doesn’t know nor care about. Nilam brushes it aside mentally, as she brushes everything aside. Her blue horse tail snaps at her hocks a moment, but then the attention is back on her and her half-sister. The latter admits not to have killed anything yet because he slipped away and she… hadn’t tried yet? Oh. That would not do. ”So did my prey. But the next one I will take down.” Because the next one, she has decided, shall be a male, not a pretty girl that is her own age.
    there is no new wave
    only the sea


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