Solitary Confinment (Lyric)

[Vindication]

I.

Know the ways of the shadows,
am the beating of the night
know thy as Vlapalo.

The cycle of time continued to spin in its constant never ending circle, never pausing for anyone, and stopping for no immortal. Yet, Vlapalo had yet to do anything of particular use with this time except hold audiences with mortals and try to gain a hoof hold in this world that sped past him, almost leaving him as nothing but a legend to be whispered by foals that stayed out past their bed time.

That would change, but it would take time, time he had, and they did not.

Heavy draft hooves would carry him away from his home in Erebus Peak almost colt-ishly quick. The walk that lingered in his pace was soon broken as knees picked up further away from the ground as his stride slide into the familiar patterns of a canter. The awkward gait on his usually sluggish frame did nothing to silence the intrepid groans of the tree that grew there.

Pace would not, and did not slow as his front hooves left the ground, body soaring over a fallen load, accompanied by the sound of a tree crashing to the forest floor. Vlapalo was almost certain that he would feel the pains of his exertion tomorrow. But soon enough he was right where he had in mind.

Steps where taken forward as violet hues began to illuminate themselves and adjust to the darkness within the caverns that Lyric called home. The earthen smell that assaulted his sense made the Dread lord's lips quip upwards as he continued his slow saunter onward as ears danced upon his head, searching out the presences of the Order Entity.

Eyes continued to dart about the area with a super natural ease as he broke from the shadows. His immense form stalked out of the entrance and into the opening as he continued to survey the greenery that was about himself. Of course she would pick this cave as a place to call her Divine Throne. He wouldn't expect anything different of the one that he shared his eternity with.

KUNA ✌

LAIKA OF GS!

[KUNA ✌]

lyric !

The fish has heard of this other force, but never met him. She hadn’t, of course, heard of him when she was impaled into the ground from the rock slab – she hadn’t heard anything but the sounds of her gasps and struggles and thoughts and cries for help and breathing. She’d been so lonely, then, hearing nothing but the sound of herself, and watching the rock slowly be eroded until she could finally get away. Since her time in this new world, she’d heard of the chaos entity.

The thought that anyone should even wish chaos and mayhem on the world gave the fish severe anxiety. Chaos and mayhem and destruction bring lost lives and pain and misery. For some it might be enjoyable, but for others it is horrid. Too many would die and too many would be separated from loved ones. Just the thought of something happening made the fish shiver with displeasure and grit her teeth in a determination to make the world better despite any chaos in the world. She is, after all, orderly and friendly and precise – everything chaos and mistrust and destruction isn’t.

The Aurora Caverns often calm the fish in a way that other places cannot. While she enjoys her visits to the Tiff Cliff, the soothing lap of the pool against its shores and the rustle of the trees as breezes blow through and the playful sunshine filtering in always eases her rushed mind and sets her agitated thoughts to peace. The water murmurs to her and the winds laugh with her and the greenery hugs her and for those moments, everything is exactly how it should be.

She senses him the very moment he steps into her dwelling place. There is a certain air around him (magnetic energy wrapped in a cocoon of chaotic disturbance and a passion for danger that somehow draws her in) about cannot be denied or found elsewhere. The fish’s head rises from where she had been drinking from the pool of crystal water, scaled ears flicking forward and blue orchid eyes gazing over the undergrowth.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to actually come to my place,” she calls out, knowing he’s here and yet not knowing where, exactly. Her electric gaze scans the greenery, searching for whatever he might look like. She’s never seen him or heard his voice speak, but she knows what he’s like (from murmurs on the wind and exchanged words over meals and hurried whispered breaths) and that is enough for her to know it is curious he has come here.

She speaks again, a smooth tone that is soft and loud at the same time, carrying hints of misuse and yet an elegant tune of motherly affection for the world. “You don’t have to play hide and seek.”

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[Vindication]

I.

Know the ways of the shadows,
am the beating of the night
know thy as Vlapalo.

There was a moment where he felt her presences slither from the nothingness that was around them. Her aura attracted his attention, the way Chaos would always attempt to encircle itself around Order and choke every ridged aspect from it. Usually, he would use pawns for these little games of power, send a mortal here, have a whisper injected there. But now, their little spat was now face to face, at least it finally rose to the breaking point.

Hostilities though could wait, he had no reason or need to engage in battle on her own grounds, plus that would put him at a lengthy disadvantage. These thoughts circled about his head, each thought clicking and then releasing before the Chaos Lord turned his horned head in the response to the voice. Ears slowly danced forward, catching the very feminine musing of the vixen as she invited him out of the shadows to play.

But as she continued to speak, he continues to linger in the shadows. The tree upon his back seemed to imperiously weave through the other trees of her domain. Steps where littered with a dangerous amusement as his eyes locked upon her own searching ones before sliding across her toned neck and then visually caressing her barrel before sliding down her legs.

Thoughts of appreciation of her form danced across the Dread Lord's mind as he continued to weave through the thicket of trees. Violet gaze would tear away from her and back towards the environment around him as his features formed a pensive expression.

The immortal being thinks upon her words before shaking his head. Forward he would push out his mind, opening up a link for communication if she wanted to take it, even though normally he would just insert his thoughts upon the Children. But she was no Child, in this he would give her a choice. "But hide and seek is so much fun," the dastardly soft mental whisper to unfurl itself from the expanse of his mind. 

The soft whisper paused, seeming to give weight to the next phrase that was murmured, "think about how much fun we could have if I win." Sinister bladed chuckle with a hint of pleasure promising qualities would be added to the end as his bulk makes its way from the shadows. Bark like tail slowly swayed too and fro as hooves attempt to close the distance between him and the aquatic entity.

KUNA ✌

LAIKA OF GS!

[KUNA ✌]

lyric !

She cannot say she is necessarily hostile toward the chaos entity. While there is certainly some degree of anger toward him (although the reasons are more for his own causes of destruction and why he would even wish for lives to be lost) the fish is a forgiving creature and so she even finds in her heart to forgive the chaos entity. Perhaps she is naïve in doing so, but her motives have not caused her to doubt thus far and so she will continue them.

He would be rude and immature to attack her on her own land (a sign of disrespect, to which she would return; a sign of lack of companionship, to which she would hate; a sign of brutal motives, to which she would rebuke; a sign of foolishness, to which she would laugh at) and so she doesn’t worry about that, although the thought does linger in the back of her mind. He doesn’t appear from the shadows, however, and so her electric blue eyes narrow slightly, her other senses seeking out the presence of the chaos entity.

It is only when he moves and that dead-looking tree moves with him that she spots him. The rest of her home is shrouded in constant life – breathing and shifting and moving and dancing and laughing – and yet he appears like a patch of dry grass waiting to be watered. The fish takes him in with curiosity, eyes meandering over his tough frame and thick build. Hard muscle lines the bulk of his body, while she is slender and tall; a royal, slippery look compared to the soldiery, thick look of his own body.

He admits to hide and seek being fun and she laughs, a tinkling sound like a bubbling stream falling across a smoothly eroded rock. “Not when I don’t know your motives behind coming here,” she admits, a teasing look dancing in her blue orchid eyes. She steps away from her own position, working her way toward him through the undergrowth, until she stands close in front of him. Their height differences are impossibly obvious from this standpoint – she standing at a mere pixie height of fourteen inches, him towering well above her at nineteen point three hands. She is still bold, however – raising her chin and stepping back enough that she doesn’t have to crane her neck incredibly far back in order to look into his eyes.

“You’re not having fun right now?” she asks lightly, a smile on her scaled lips and a laugh in her elegant voice.

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