Username: StrawberryRoseTea Soq name: Jack de la Muerte Entry:
Realizing that he was only getting more lost Jack stopped swimming and spat a curse at the darkness that ran grasping fingers along the edges of his pool of light. Terrified as he was, he was also irritated. Today was supposed to have ended in the glory of everyone knowing that he, a son of the normally quiet and refined de le Muerte family, had been the one brave enough to go into the abyss and return unscathed. Well, he supposed that if he could still make it out, this might not be a total loss. As a matter of fact, this whole situation might even spice up the story.
Using that thought to comfort himself he stamped down on his useless fear and turned it into determination to find his way back. He shook his head to clear it, his ringlets bouncing in the otherwise still water, and took stock of his situation. He was dark and cold and obviously had lost his sense of direction. His only companions the light stone and the rope still around his waist. He eyed the rope suspiciously. Despite the fact that the water down this deep was as still as the death his family was named for, the rope was floating and drifting. Moving as if caught in a swirl of current.
As the loose end drifted near enough to him to get a good look at it, Jack noticed that it seemed a little ragged. It looked like . . . It had been severed. Cut through. This thought was compounded as he looked over the length of rope drifting around him and realized that it was much shorter than it should have been if his brother had just let it go. While it was entirely possible that the rope had gotten caught on something on his way down and broken he highly doubted it. The cut was too clean for it to have been rubbed through like that. A new wave of terror thrilled through Jack but this time for his brother. He needed to get back to check on his twin. Now. If something had happened to his brother because he had dragged him along for this adventure he would never forgive himself.
He had hoped that the fall of the loose rope would have given him an indication of which direction was what but, as it seemed to have a mind of its own, the rope was of no help. Jack let loose another string of not nice words into the dark. Between his inability to get his bearings on direction and the severed rope that was senselessly floating about he knew that someone (or something) was messing with him. The stories of the god of the deep started coming back to him. Much to his dismay his mind began recounting the old tales used to frighten foals into good behavior. No. He wouldn't let the stories affect him. He couldn't. While he was fighting with his own mind Jack didn't notice that the end of the rope had drifted outside the circle cast by his light stone.
The light stone flickered. Jack's eyes widened in horror. He didn't realize that he had been gone that long. He shook the thing hoping it was just a fluke. But as he looked at it the stone began to dim ever so slightly. He lost part of the grip on his panic as the light flickered very low, almost going out before lighting back up. He didn't have much time left with it. He needed to make a decision. Quickly.
As distracted as he was with his dying light source he failed to notice that the rope was snaking into the darkness at a quicker and quicker pace. The rope suddenly became taught and jerked violently at his waist. Jack squealed in fear and pain, dropping his nearly dead light stone in the process. He swam hard against the pressure pulling at him, all lucid thoughts leaving his mind as pure terror and panic seized him. He thrashed about and, by some stroke of pure dumb luck, the rope slipped from his waist. He shot forward as the rope was slurped into the endless black.
Looking around with wide eyes he just happened to catch a final glimpse of his light stone falling in the direction he had thought was . . . Up. Jack was struggling to think past the panic hat had finally taken firm hold of him. So he didn't. Acting on instinct alone he surged in the opposite direction that he had last seen his stone dropping. Praying to every ocean deity he could think of that that hadn't been yet another trick.
As the adrenaline from his fight and flight began to ebb and with the darkness pressing in on him and dragging at his mind Jack soon had to slow. He was so tired. And still afraid. And worried for his brother. He blinked his eyes hard, trying in vain to penetrate the darkness. He thought he could see shapes and patterns undulating before him. His mind trying to make sense of the utter lack of visual input. Deciding that he couldn't deal with it much more he closed his eyes and swam on. At least the water seemed to not be increasing in pressure or decreasing in temperature any longer. It still pressed around him like a cold blanket but he tried to at least be grateful for the small boon that he didn't seem to be going deeper.
When Jack ran face first into something hard he mustered enough energy to colorfully express his feelings about how it had felt. He opened his eyes on reflex to try to get a look at whatever barrier he had run into. Much to his surprise he ended up having to squint and look away. It was a rock wall of some sort but it was covered in a blue glowing underwater fungus. The light it gave off was faint but after his time in total darkness it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Feeling a surge of hope at this discovery he backed up a bit to try to get a better view of the situation.
It was just a very thin stripe that ran off along the rock into the distance of what appeared to be above and below him. Without having any other option his tired mind could conjure, Jack decided to follow it in the upward direction. As he went he thought he noticed a growing light that had nothing to do with the blue glowing pathway he was following. He couldn't allow himself to even consider that it might be another trick. Encouraged, he found himself swimming faster with a second wind.
Soon the wall he was following ended in a shelf. He was, however, not discouraged as there was definitely light overhead. While the water may not have been getting any warmer, it was definitely lessening in pressure. With the last of his energy he put on a burst of speed until he was in a fully illuminated space. Looking around nothing seemed familiar. There were also some sort of large shapes floating overhead. His curiosity won out over his exhaustion and he swam further up to get a look at them. As he drew near to the odd shapes his stomach sank into his tail fin.
He had heard stories of ice and if the descriptions were even slightly accurate, that was what he was looking at. Combined with the cold there really wasn't anything else it could be. But that was impossible! His home was so far removed from any region that had ice that there was no way he could have swam that far in the time he had been lost. But the truth lay before his eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.
With a sudden flash of rage he turned and swam back down toward the dark. He stopped at the top of the shelf, unwilling to get any closer to the lurking blackness below despite his anger. "How dare you!" he shouted into the dark. "I don't know why you wanted to separate me from my family, but this I promise you: I will find my way home!" This outburst took the last of his strength and with nothing else left to do he drifted down to rest on the sea floor some distance from the edge where he fell into an uneasy sleep. His dreams plagued with images of a great maw rising from the darkness to devour the world.
Orientation: Willing Likes: Beautiful things, Night skies when visiting the surface, trinkets Dislikes: Bright places, death, despair, silence
Description:
Personality:He was always the cheery one. Halcyon, or "Hal" as his friends would call him. His parents groomed him to be a chivalrous and charming in hopes that someday he would be a hero of the village. Though Halcyon, at heart, really was just a sweet and kind Seathi. Not really one for heroic deeds and adventure. On he went, helping others and making a name for himself in the village not wanting to disappoint his parents. He would never admit to anyone, except maybe his brother, that he really just wanted to be like everyone else and blend into the crowd. Always Hal would do his best no matter the circumstances, which in itself could be a strength or a weakness. Many found him stubborn in this aspect but it usually payed off for the better. In some instances he would have to do something he didn't particularly like or agree with and would still do it perfectly. At times it drove him mad, feeling as though he were living a fake life or masquerade. So he would confide in his brother who was always there to comfort him. But still, despite his own feelings he lived the life planned for him.....until one day.....
History: Hal was going about his usual daily routine with nothing too out of the ordinary until he heard the news. By that time it was already too late. His beloved brother, the only one he could tell about his true self and really trust, had been chosen. Why? Why now? Why him?!? Once you were chosen there was nothing anyone could do about it. Hal knew that as well as anyone else did. There were so many who were excited that he had been picked, like some popularity contest, to be sent as a sacrificial offering to their "God".
"Why did no one told me sooner?!?" He bellowed to anyone that was within earshot. All he ended up with was excuses. People filled with false admiration when his brother was a VICTIM. He bit back his tears wondering if he had time to save him. Halcyon's heart was sinking as the seconds ticked by. His faith in their God wavering and disappearing as he opened his eyes to the truth of the matter. As soon as he gained a better hold on his emotions he left, speeding towards the cave that so many have been drawn to. The cave so many avoided.
Total darkness and frigid waters crept around him, sucking all life and light out of his world. All light except for himself. His bio-luminescence creating a faint glow around him. He didn't care if it made him stick out like a beacon in that emptiness, however faint it seemed. All Halcyon wanted was his brother returned safely. Unfortunately it didn't seem that he had reached him in time. The young glowing stallion stopped dead in his watery tracks, pausing and listening in the maw of darkness, straining his ears for anything that could sound like life.
It had felt like hours before he picked up the feeling of a deep rumbling further ahead in the blackness. "HELLO?? is anyone there?!" He bellowed at the nothingness before him. "Dion?! Are you here?!..... Dionysus??" Making his voice hoarse with effort. He strained his hearing until a sound pervaded the otherwise dead-quiet. Screams. Blood curdling screams. "GO! WARN!" It sounded like his brother's voice. Hal was preparing to do whatever he could to save his brother. One last scream echoed and was cut off short. The silence afterward made his blood run cold and his heart pound violently. Hal turned back and bolted as fast as his fins would carry him. He let his terror fuel his speed. He didn't dare glance back into that horrible darkness. Back to where his brother had screamed a warning with his last breath.
The rumbling from before was increasing in intensity, seeming to come from where his brother had been. Hal knew there was something after him. Even as he was reaching familiar areas the nearby water still felt ice cold and dark. On he swam, past his village onward and up towards where true light filtered through the waters. Maybe someone could help him; help them. His breathing became haggard and strained but he wouldn't give up. One last success, for his brother. He would not fail, no matter what was after him.
Exhaustion and hunger settled in but he ignored it, pressing on without pause. As he swam his thoughts drifted to some information he had happened upon by accident as a foal. He had heard stories of a wondrous city, not too far away from their village. He had faith that, if it truly existed, he could reach it. He HAD to reach it. With this new goal in his mind he traveled in the direction where the light was brightest. Even with his eyes burning from the foreign glow of true light he still pressed on. His energy was about spent when he reached a plateau, passing it he gasped at what he saw. The beautiful fabled city! He had made it!! But his trek was not over! He needed to find someone, anyone, who could help him!
Finally at long last he found a large group of creatures like him at the gates. Maybe they would understand him? Maybe not! He could only do his best to try and show them if he couldn't tell them. Delving into the group he lost his will to further swim and landed in a heap. He tried to begin a begging dialogue with these people in broken tones. Telling them of his brother's sacrifice and the help his people needed.
Name: Scarlet Elizabeth Hoarfrost Nickname: Scar, Scarlet, Lettie Meaning: Scarlet: The color red. Inspired by her belle look. Elizabeth: Oath of God. Inspired by Elizabeth Bathory due to her blood bay coloring. Hoarfrost: A large crystalline very beautiful version of frost Gender: Female Found: 11/14/17
Orientation: She found her love in a Stallion Likes: Cold weather, the woods, admiring snow and frost crystals, roses, spending time with her Mate's family Dislikes: being told how to live her life, mud, extreme heat
Description: Scarlet's mother was the matriarch of the Hoarfrost clan and groomed her daughters in the hopes that one of them would one day take her place. While this led to some rivalry between the two sisters they had also been instilled with the ideals of family loyalty. Scarlet grew up proud and coy, knowing how to use her skills to achieve anything she wanted. Then one day she met a stallion and everything changed. Rather than using her skills to best her sister and become her mother's heir she began to devote herself entirely to her newfound love and his family. She learned through him and his family that the world was more than just a competition for power and is learning to focus on what she herself actually wants rather than what is best for her clan.
After being abandoned by her potential mate Scarlet returned to her clan and devoted herself to becoming what her family intended.
The Hoarfrost Clan is a female dominated herd that Scarlet's mother presides over. Scarlet and her sister Cordelia were very carefully groomed from birth in the ideals of the Clan. Clan comes before anyone or anything else. Do whatever is necessary to ensure the well-being and continuation of the Clan and Self.
Home: The Hoarfrost clan inhabits a sheltered valley in the mountains.Scarlet, however, likes to wander the lands which is how she met her future mate and his family. She does occasionally find herself back with the clan as she can't seem to shake off her early teachings of loyalty.
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Breeding Plans: All taken by her future Life Mate.
