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๐ฐ๐ข๐งยท๐ญ๐๐ซ
/ห๐ฐ๐ข๐ง(๐ญ)ษ๐ซ/
๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง
๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก.
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In the midst of battle, Azrael had never felt more alive. Steam left her rosy lips in puffs as she panted, her heart pounding against the cage of her chest. Blood chilling screams echoed in her pointed ears. The sounds of the wounded, the blood thirsty, of pure and unrelenting rage. Thick, crimson blood trickled from the silver swords in her hands. The crimson liquid dripping and staining the pure white snow beneath.
All around, mortals fought with the fae, wielding iron swords, baring suits of the deadly metal. A war cry sounded behind her; the female reacting with ethereal speed. The soldiers sword caught an arm covered in metal. The sound of metal on metal rang in her ears. Icy eyes gazed into brown as she thrusted her sword through their armor. A gasp left the soldiers mouth, and slowly all signs of life faded from their murky brown hues.
She didn't give them a second glance before moving onto the next enemy. Metal clanged against metal. Mortal and faerie blood alike stained the ground beneath their feet. Evergreen trees surrounded the field she stood in, a few mortal soldiers fleeing into the canopy of the forest. Human after human fell in her wake, the bodies of mortals and faeries littering the ground.
Red stained the porcelain skin of her cheek, the faerie slashing into muscle and cartilage. Flesh and bone. Whoever dared to get in her path. She was a blizzard; the cold metal of her swords ripping through the soft flesh of her enemy. Her footfalls were growing heavier by the minute, her energy slowly but surely beginning to extinguish.
The King of the Unseelie fought only a few yards away, tearing down the humans that dared to surround him. Bodies began to pile around him, screams of anguish leaving the mouths of those who fell prey to the bitter steel of the sword he wielded.
Her chilly eyes fell upon the Unseelie prince, his hands bound behind his back by iron chains. She could see the skin around his wrists, covered in blisters and sores. His eyes matched her own, those icy blue orbs so akin to her own managing to catch her gaze. The King's General was a dozen meters away; the mortal soldiers doing their best to cause her to fall to their iron weapons. She was of the folk- no human would be able to bring her down with such a puny weapon, no matter how badly the metal burned her flesh.
A figure stepped out from behind her brother, a broad shouldered brute. In both hands, he held wielded an iron axe. His features were obscured by an ebony helmet. Her eyes narrowed, the faerie moving in an instant. Dodging soldiers and the bodies of the dying.
She was only ten yards away. She could make it.
She had to make it.
As she reached for her power, aiming to strike her brothers execuitioner, time began to slow. Lightning sparked from the tips of her fingers; arching towards the executioner. Towards the disgusting beings that held him hostage.
Yet her lightning- her power- vanished into thin air just inches from reaching her enemies. Confusion and panic overtook her. Her feet were planted in place. She was frozen. Utterly useless as she fought with every fiber of her being to free herself from the magic keeping her paralyzed.
Her eyes searched the humans who stood around her brother. A woman stood behind him, her lucious chestnut curls cascading her back. The woman's pink stained lips curled into a wide smirk. As Azrael looked into the woman's emerald eyes, she saw only triumph and satisfaction. She knew this mortal woman. Leonette. The daughter of the mortal king. Her brother had loved her, cherished her, introduced her to their world.
Only for her to take him from his own.
Her eyes locked with her twin's as the large axe was lifted, understanding and reassurance flickering in the faerie princes eyes.
"It's okay." her brother mouthed silently; it seemed as though the words had been spoken in his calming voice right beside her ear. Memories of the both of them flashed through her mind, growing up side by side. Running through snow covered woods, laughing and giggling as children. He was supposed to become king, and she was supposed to be his general, his second in command.
The mortals took that from her as the axe cleaved through the air.
An ear piercing scream tore itself from her lungs as the axe connected with her brothers neck, slicing through his flesh ease as if he hadn't even been there to begin with. His severed head fell to the ground with a thump that echoed through her ears. A feral cry left her lips as her father roared in anguish and rage. Everything within herself unleashed itself in that one fleeting moment.
Lightning sparked across the faeries armor. Static began to fill the air, a calm stillness seeming to envelope the battlefield. The magic that held her before vanished.
Leonette locked eyes with her for a moment, and despite the cruel satisfaction she had seen moments before, Azrael could have sworn she saw just a glimmer of regret.
Of sadness.
The faerie launched herself towards her brothers executioner, sword outstretched. Right before her sword met the sliver of a gap between his midnight armor, they vanished into thin air. Every human soldier, dead or alive. In an instant all that was left on the gruesome battlefield was the fae and their dead.
Azrael hit the blood soaked mud with a thud, her knees digging into the dirt. She threw her head back, a scream unleashing itself from her throat. Anguish, rage, sorrow, she couldn't handle the emotions she felt. The heaviness in her heart. The loss.
That battle changed everything.
Her father, his once carefree and warm heart turned to ice. His gaze no longer holding love and pride for her, his daughter, but disgust. For in his eyes, she had failed. She had not saved her brother. Her twin. The heir to the throne of the Unseelie.
And so, she was consumed by her grief. Only, over time that grief began to transform into something far worse; more deadly and grotesque.
Hatred.
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Arvenor, a kingdom crafted from old, its inhabitants creatures of myth and legend. The fae are malicious beings, known for their tendency of war. The ethereal lands of the fair folk have been at peace, for a time. The folk have become nothing but legend to the mortals now, tales of the Mortal War told as mere myths. The humans grow closer and closer to the borders of Arvenor, the home of the faeries.
King Oberon united the Seelie and Unseelie court after the Seelie Queens death, the two courts now combined; though often at one anotherโs throats. After the Mortal War, the king changed. Whispers carried on the frigid wind of how his heart turned to ice. His son, Osiris Oberon, killed on the battlefield, lured away by a mortal lover. Leaving only Osiris's twin sister, Azrael. The kings last remaining kin, and his champion.
Unease has begun to stir within the court. Talk of another war with the mortals on the horizon. Whilst the King does nothing to quell the gossip of his court- only sits on his throne of ice, unmoved.
A beast prowls the wood of Arvenor, swift and cunning. The creature has begun targeting fae villages, a handful having fallen to ruin. The Kings Champion, Azrael, is sent to dispatch the creature, as well as any mortals she may find along the way.
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-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐; bxg, gxg
-๐๐๐๐๐; i would like to discuss more about the plot (aka the plot twists) privately, so if youโre interested please contact me so we can discuss more privately!
-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐;
Iโve been working on this plot for quite some time. My OC, Azrael, has been in the works for a few years, and by far is my most advanced character. I am open to any sort of critiques anyone may have, and would appreciate them to further my writing!
thank you for taking the time to read this! <3
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. <3
๐ฐ๐ข๐งยท๐ญ๐๐ซ
/ห๐ฐ๐ข๐ง(๐ญ)ษ๐ซ/
๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง
๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก.
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In the midst of battle, Azrael had never felt more alive. Steam left her rosy lips in puffs as she panted, her heart pounding against the cage of her chest. Blood chilling screams echoed in her pointed ears. The sounds of the wounded, the blood thirsty, of pure and unrelenting rage. Thick, crimson blood trickled from the silver swords in her hands. The crimson liquid dripping and staining the pure white snow beneath.
All around, mortals fought with the fae, wielding iron swords, baring suits of the deadly metal. A war cry sounded behind her; the female reacting with ethereal speed. The soldiers sword caught an arm covered in metal. The sound of metal on metal rang in her ears. Icy eyes gazed into brown as she thrusted her sword through their armor. A gasp left the soldiers mouth, and slowly all signs of life faded from their murky brown hues.
She didn't give them a second glance before moving onto the next enemy. Metal clanged against metal. Mortal and faerie blood alike stained the ground beneath their feet. Evergreen trees surrounded the field she stood in, a few mortal soldiers fleeing into the canopy of the forest. Human after human fell in her wake, the bodies of mortals and faeries littering the ground.
Red stained the porcelain skin of her cheek, the faerie slashing into muscle and cartilage. Flesh and bone. Whoever dared to get in her path. She was a blizzard; the cold metal of her swords ripping through the soft flesh of her enemy. Her footfalls were growing heavier by the minute, her energy slowly but surely beginning to extinguish.
The King of the Unseelie fought only a few yards away, tearing down the humans that dared to surround him. Bodies began to pile around him, screams of anguish leaving the mouths of those who fell prey to the bitter steel of the sword he wielded.
Her chilly eyes fell upon the Unseelie prince, his hands bound behind his back by iron chains. She could see the skin around his wrists, covered in blisters and sores. His eyes matched her own, those icy blue orbs so akin to her own managing to catch her gaze. The King's General was a dozen meters away; the mortal soldiers doing their best to cause her to fall to their iron weapons. She was of the folk- no human would be able to bring her down with such a puny weapon, no matter how badly the metal burned her flesh.
A figure stepped out from behind her brother, a broad shouldered brute. In both hands, he held wielded an iron axe. His features were obscured by an ebony helmet. Her eyes narrowed, the faerie moving in an instant. Dodging soldiers and the bodies of the dying.
She was only ten yards away. She could make it.
She had to make it.
As she reached for her power, aiming to strike her brothers execuitioner, time began to slow. Lightning sparked from the tips of her fingers; arching towards the executioner. Towards the disgusting beings that held him hostage.
Yet her lightning- her power- vanished into thin air just inches from reaching her enemies. Confusion and panic overtook her. Her feet were planted in place. She was frozen. Utterly useless as she fought with every fiber of her being to free herself from the magic keeping her paralyzed.
Her eyes searched the humans who stood around her brother. A woman stood behind him, her lucious chestnut curls cascading her back. The woman's pink stained lips curled into a wide smirk. As Azrael looked into the woman's emerald eyes, she saw only triumph and satisfaction. She knew this mortal woman. Leonette. The daughter of the mortal king. Her brother had loved her, cherished her, introduced her to their world.
Only for her to take him from his own.
Her eyes locked with her twin's as the large axe was lifted, understanding and reassurance flickering in the faerie princes eyes.
"It's okay." her brother mouthed silently; it seemed as though the words had been spoken in his calming voice right beside her ear. Memories of the both of them flashed through her mind, growing up side by side. Running through snow covered woods, laughing and giggling as children. He was supposed to become king, and she was supposed to be his general, his second in command.
The mortals took that from her as the axe cleaved through the air.
An ear piercing scream tore itself from her lungs as the axe connected with her brothers neck, slicing through his flesh ease as if he hadn't even been there to begin with. His severed head fell to the ground with a thump that echoed through her ears. A feral cry left her lips as her father roared in anguish and rage. Everything within herself unleashed itself in that one fleeting moment.
Lightning sparked across the faeries armor. Static began to fill the air, a calm stillness seeming to envelope the battlefield. The magic that held her before vanished.
Leonette locked eyes with her for a moment, and despite the cruel satisfaction she had seen moments before, Azrael could have sworn she saw just a glimmer of regret.
Of sadness.
The faerie launched herself towards her brothers executioner, sword outstretched. Right before her sword met the sliver of a gap between his midnight armor, they vanished into thin air. Every human soldier, dead or alive. In an instant all that was left on the gruesome battlefield was the fae and their dead.
Azrael hit the blood soaked mud with a thud, her knees digging into the dirt. She threw her head back, a scream unleashing itself from her throat. Anguish, rage, sorrow, she couldn't handle the emotions she felt. The heaviness in her heart. The loss.
That battle changed everything.
Her father, his once carefree and warm heart turned to ice. His gaze no longer holding love and pride for her, his daughter, but disgust. For in his eyes, she had failed. She had not saved her brother. Her twin. The heir to the throne of the Unseelie.
And so, she was consumed by her grief. Only, over time that grief began to transform into something far worse; more deadly and grotesque.
Hatred.
| ๐๐๐๐ |
Arvenor, a kingdom crafted from old, its inhabitants creatures of myth and legend. The fae are malicious beings, known for their tendency of war. The ethereal lands of the fair folk have been at peace, for a time. The folk have become nothing but legend to the mortals now, tales of the Mortal War told as mere myths. The humans grow closer and closer to the borders of Arvenor, the home of the faeries.
King Oberon united the Seelie and Unseelie court after the Seelie Queens death, the two courts now combined; though often at one anotherโs throats. After the Mortal War, the king changed. Whispers carried on the frigid wind of how his heart turned to ice. His son, Osiris Oberon, killed on the battlefield, lured away by a mortal lover. Leaving only Osiris's twin sister, Azrael. The kings last remaining kin, and his champion.
Unease has begun to stir within the court. Talk of another war with the mortals on the horizon. Whilst the King does nothing to quell the gossip of his court- only sits on his throne of ice, unmoved.
A beast prowls the wood of Arvenor, swift and cunning. The creature has begun targeting fae villages, a handful having fallen to ruin. The Kings Champion, Azrael, is sent to dispatch the creature, as well as any mortals she may find along the way.
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- ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐; 1x1
- ๐๐๐๐๐; dark fantasy, medieval, romance as a subplot.
-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐; bxg, gxg
-๐๐๐๐๐; i would like to discuss more about the plot (aka the plot twists) privately, so if youโre interested please contact me so we can discuss more privately!
-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐;
Iโve been working on this plot for quite some time. My OC, Azrael, has been in the works for a few years, and by far is my most advanced character. I am open to any sort of critiques anyone may have, and would appreciate them to further my writing!
thank you for taking the time to read this! <3