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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 16, 2015 19:15:23 GMT -6
Lygari loved this place. It was probably his second favorite place in all of Wildgard. His first favorite being the Inn where he was currently living, his current fascination with mortal beings made him rather fond of the proximity to all earthly pleasures, food, drink, carnal pleasures, tale telling and table dancing. This shrine was a close second though, it not drawing the crowd the inn did caused him- putting words to feelings was the one literary skill he seemed to lack. Emotions were abstract and were more easily explained through melody than lyrics.
The angel liked to visit all places of worship that Wildgard housed, though none of them for his deity of preference, he felt it was important that appearances be kept. Divine ground helped him feel, well, the opposite of grounded and yet exactly that. The Bard Shrine was very much for the worship of the greatest truth-teller of all, song, and so it was obvious he had his preference. Or, that was the way he preferred to word it. He didn't feel weak here, and that was why it was the one place he could relax, lay down, and hum a tune.
Winter would usually get in the way of such things, the shrine being of the outdoor variety, but as Lygari's power swelled there, he could not help but abuse it just a little. While the rest of Wildgard shivered and shuddered under the weight of seemingly endless amounts of ice and snow, the area around the shrine was a circle of spring. Warm, green, and not without some flowers Lygari had grow on a whim in order to have it suit his aesthetics, it was a little haven far outside of the town. He didn't see the harm in bending the rules in this case, after all, who would see what he had done? No one would dare make the trek to the shrine in this season.
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Post by Valourie on Jan 18, 2015 1:44:47 GMT -6
In the Midst of all the Chaos in Valhalla, the Valkyrie had slipped through the gates again. It was not a terribly difficult feat to accomplish, although not often attempted by the likes of Valourie. Odin often let her Wander, and Tyr hadn't the time or mind to keep track of her... The Events of Ragnarok had come and ggone, and the Aftermath had finally subsided.
The Crimson Angel was slightly perturbed as of late, Lost somewhere deep in her thoughts and the lingering Human insecurities the Heavens promised would go away after she'd been dead Awhile... Though they Hadn't. Four Hundred Years... Old..? Or would that be Four Hundred Years Dead? Comign to terms with Ashen being her long lost and reincarnated Mentor, 'the Shepard' had done something to her. Shifted some part of her Humanity that she'd forgotten about. but it still held a lower place of her concern than Meeting up with Koningar again... Her very first Lover. A Centaur she thought She'd lost When she died. Immortal? what are the Chances of that? Now she had no Clue which Direction she should be flying in... Should she continue to Pursue the Bear's Soul or The Bear's Valkyrie Daughter? Or should she follow the Centaur and rekindle their Friendships? She Certainly couldn't return to the Amazon Tribe... She'd given her mantle to Alaya. And Rightfully so.
The Valkyrie Sighed, Breaking the Clouds over Pan'Ti Forest, Opening her wings to catch her just above the treeline. She Hadn't been in Wildgard since the Snow Flew... Somehow she figured she wouldn't be welcome anymore... Immediately she tensed, the frigid air of the Winter frontier caught her off guard and she had to catch the icy air in her lungs and hold it a moment before relaxing. A deep fire inside her began to radiate, and she was fine again. her mind was so full of tangles, she had no desire to mingle with Wildgardians, What she needed was a place to think...
She touched the top of a large Evergreen with her toes, snow snow falling to the ground below like a veil. Landing neatly just above the Bardshrine.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 18, 2015 15:16:42 GMT -6
Lygari was laying on his side on the out-of-season patch of grass with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the natural warmth he created. He felt the Valkyrie's approach as naturally as breathing, just as there was no doubt she could sense his presence the same way.
"If you want to approach, do so, hesitation does not suit you." he sounded bored. "I wonder what is more unlikely, the idea that you prefer this place of worship, or that you came here to bask in my presence." acting the pompous fool just gave Valourie more fodder to mock him with, but he preferred it than have her think too hard about him. He didn't like people nosing into his business, and the divine were nosier than anyone, he should know.
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Post by Valourie on Jan 20, 2015 15:51:10 GMT -6
The Valkyrie frowned momentarily. Both of those options seemed ridiculous in her mind. She enjoyed Neither.
The snow at her toes began to warm and melt slightly, dripping from the frosted branch and making it's way onto Lygari with a near-silent 'tap'. He was right though... Hesitation didn't suit her. Wordlessly she scolded him, it seemed that's all she could do recently. The So-called 'Angels of Wildgard' Disappointed her, she knew that. What she didn't know, was which part of her did they disappoint? The Valkyrie, the Amazon, or the Elf. Resisting the Urge to Pounce on him immediately tearing out his throat... She slid her feet off the tree and landed with a soft thud and flurry of powder snow beside him. Folding her Wings gently behind her and crossing her arms.
She hadn't seen or heard from Lygari since the last run-in with Miara. And her possessions of innocent Wildgardians.. and the Silver Scale. Running around Wildgard hunting down fallen Angels should have been easier working with Lygari, and Raguel. Lygari ran the other way, resorting to fun and games. It took Valourie Scolding them both to get anything accomplished. The Valkyrie in her took charge, and the Amazon in her Kept the Valkyrie in check with the wisdom of leadership... she didn't know nor want to hear Lygari and Raguel's Excuses. All she knew was that Miara should have been easy Victory with 3 Divine on her heals and it took the better part of the day with a pile of casualties to take her down and set things to rights.
She sighed, no use bringing up the past, Miara was gone, right? Haven't seen or heard from Drethiel, or even the Shepard inside Ashen, Or the bear, Urstrid... I guess she counted as a Divine one now, Since the Shepard helped Purify her Soul... and Valourie herself took her to Valhalla to receive her wings.
Finally after a long moment of Silence, Valourie cleared her throat to speak. "Lygari." She said, monotonously. "Fancy meeting you, here"
It was a vague question, and undoubtedly without tact. But it was only the Icebreaker...
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 20, 2015 17:18:26 GMT -6
The 'Angels of Wildgard' equally bothered Lygari but in an entirely different way. Raguel was understanding of how things are done, but was dull as a board, and Valourie was thick-headed as they came. She was so stubbornly tied to the earth that he would have liked her less than normal behavior for a divine being, but she expected every person with feathers on their back to have that same level of empathy for mortal-kind. He did his part to help them, he just wasn't about to cry crocodile tears to please the Valkyrie. The day to day of mortals was a blink to him, not nearly enough time to let his eyes become wet.
Maybe that was why he really disliked her, jealousy that she remembered when life had meaning. He wasn't even sure it ever had meaning to him, though if it ever did, that feeling left him with the Shepard. Insulting him on a consistent basis helped fuel his anger too, of course.
"You are terrible at casual conversation. Too many sword fights I assume?" his voice showed none of his bitterness, but his words did. "If you've come to tell me what to do and how to act, you will find yourself sorely disappointed. The essence of truth is freedom."
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Post by Valourie on Jan 21, 2015 22:23:56 GMT -6
The Empathy of Val was a hindrance, Always had been. Being able to feel what another being was feeling only made her job harder, and that was the reason for letting herself get pulled this way and that by the whims of Humans. And perhaps the Reason she was so attached to this plane (Though she told herself it was because of her Amazons.) She crossed her arms, as if that would shelter her from Lygari's inner workings, and frowned. Lygari just seemed so lax to her, insensitive almost... Like he didn't care at all about the duties of their level of being. Drinking, Singing and Dancing... It reminded her of the Gods she served, letting everyone else do their dirty work.
Valourie never wanted to be a Valkyrie, Though she fought for decades against Freya to be just that. For many many years she struggled against the will of the Gods... She hated Fólkvangr. The Stillness ached, the complacency drove her mad, after living a full life as a Warrior Woman. Amazon lifestyle was always full of determination, one adrenaline-filled moment after another... So even though she hated the Idea of being Odin's handmaiden and errand girl, it was better than watching the clouds float by and gorging herself on food that she didn't need to consume. That's What Lygari was to her. Complacency. And she hated him.
That thought crossing her mind suddenly made her wonder what she was doing staring down at him, relaxing on the grass. His comment stung, but only momentarily and she let the weight of the words subside. She pursed her mouth, feeling a tug on the stitches that bound them, narrowing her yellow eyes at the Angel.
"I'm not here to give you Orders... Just... stopping by really." Even those words were awkward, he was right, terrible at conversation. "What about you?" She asked, relaxing her position ever-so-slightly.
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 21, 2015 23:40:51 GMT -6
"What about me?" he repeated, pulling himself up into a sitting position. He felt the need to be cautious around Valourie as is, but the fact she wasn't mentioning his blatant misuse of power put him further on edge. Of course he was perfectly good at hiding such tenseness, and subject changing was a favorite hobby of his.
"I would much rather talk about you. You seem far more interesting, and all. What god do you serve most directly under? Why do you have Amazons at your beck and call? Why are you so irritable in regards to me? Really, you're a fascinating subject we should open for discussion."
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Post by Valourie on Jan 22, 2015 17:20:57 GMT -6
Valourie was taken aback by the sudden subject change, breath catching in her throat. Her only response was an eyeroll into narrowed slits and her weight shifting to one hip beneath her crossed arms. Furthermore the stitches on her mouth began to glow a golden light in anticipation... In case she was stupid enough to try answering any of his Questions. The Enchanted stitches were a long-running punishment from Tyr, Because she had already fallen for interrogation tactics in the past... And the Business of the Gods were not hers to share. Just the thought of Tyr and releasing information caused the stitches to coil and tighten.
As soon as the Valkyrie felt the tug, she shook her head and focused on Lygari. "Whom I serve is none of your Business. And why the Amazons served under me is within the same Realm of things you ought not to know." She huffed. feeling the sting in her lips. Small beads of blood emerging from the holes. "I Am the Valkyrie of Fire and Fury." She said, a line 400 years rehearsed. "Irritability is innate and hard to ignore." Smirking, she let her hands fall to her side, still looking down on Lygari. Though she admitted to being an interesting topic, a great deal of her was curious about Lygari. She thought back to what he said about Freedom, and wondered if the looseness of his tongue was innate or learned. Was he Always free to do as he Pleased? What was he like in life?
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Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 29, 2015 16:59:51 GMT -6
Lygari noticed the glow to the stitches and understood their magic in an instant, in the next moment it was his eyes that bore an eerie glow. His rage had been something he tamed eons ago but was reawakened by the murder of the Shepard. His beloved. Since then, it had filled a dam, overflowing with fury through every little crack.
"The truth is my business. As is freedom." in the blink of an eye he went from being at a distance to right in Valourie's face, gripping it with a hand that had sudden strength that betrayed his weak portrayal. His eyes were glowing with pure hatred and rage as he looked at the magical restraint. His voice was layered, booming yet it wasn't raised much at all. One would assume a herald of the heavens would carry this sort of magic to their speech, but this was overwhelming.
"The truth will set you free." his other hand was raised, nails like blades, hand slowing with the same terrifying aura as his eyes. "Prepare yourself. The the truth hurts." Valourie could try and escape, though she would risk the swipe hitting elsewhere, Lygari hoped she was wise and simply clenched all she could. He did not lie when he said it was going to be painful.
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