the wedding planner? [tilly's character planning]

[♥--Tilly]

F r i g g a

we gladiate but I guess we're really fighting ourselvese
roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes
wide awake in bed, words in my brain,

Minute indentions littered the dune, curving up to its peak – a height of no true significance to a full grown beast – but one that had proved to be quite the challenge for the filly for sand was something new to her. It slipped underneath her movements and her spindles buried deep within its depths. The climb had been tiring for the youngster, more so because she got distracted by particular formations in the curves of the sand and promptly bounded over to crush and mold them beneath her limbs before resuming her brisk climb. The results concluded with the dusty hued filly’s ribcage rapidly expanding and falling to greedily regain her breath, and once she did – she lost it once more.

After rising from the shadow of the dune, she beheld a glittering expanse of open sand and stars. They were two distinctly different worlds that melded into a perfect beauty before her. A smile grin overtook her dark labrums, and then she was moving again. A lope overtook her appendages and she rolled across the flat expanse, knowing with some forlorn knowledge exactly where she was meant to be.

The knowledge of her place in the world is attributed to the past four months of her life – and it had changed two days ago with her weaning. Upon the day Frigga and her twin were born into the world their father had removed them from their mother’s presence. Vidar had stated it was an agreement between the two of them – the consensual solitary upbringing by their father. They moved to some far reach of the lands, and there they called home for four months. Vidar’s teachings began the next day and a mare named Groa had taken it upon herself to provide the two with nursing. Vidar had an agenda from that day on and he pushed them tirelessly into the molds that he desired they would fill.

Frigga’s mold was a powerful one; filled with duty, respect, and an uncanny ferocity of the soul. The desire for action plagued her and flooded her veins with energy. She hungered for thought-provoking, body-fulfilling, life-enhancing experiences; so much that she doubted she could acquire it all from one life. So she would live a dozen, if duty required such. Vidar had raised them on many ideologies, but the one he had pointed to her had always been ‘do what is necessary.’ So Frigga would do what was necessary for her life, where her loyalties lay, and the lands themselves. And whispers spoke of a role that needed filling in the caverns of this desert. The Syndicate needed a lady to act on their behalf; they needed an infiltrator for their contracts.

A gentle breeze fluttered across the desert, not strong enough to pick up the sand but strong enough to flirt with her short tresses. Beauty looked promising upon the gangly filly, and a keen look suggested of the power and strength she might one day wield. But for now, innocence claimed her with its soft grip. Already though lean muscle claimed her, rigorous training had been another montage of her father’s lifestyle. Even at her young age, she carried wisdom and outside of her curiosity she was already developing into a mature, capable creature – unlike her brother who often seemed much younger than she.

In the cool night air, she gathered herself and let a nicker pour from her vocal cords – belting out into the night to summon the keepers of this land. Sand kicked up behind her flints, as she moved her sinewy body in the direction her instincts requested - a hunger alighting in her belly. This was her future; this was what she was meant to do – the necessary – and it swallowed her up and rebirthed her dutiful, able, and willing.

"secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?"
let me in the ring,
i'll show you what that big word means

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extra: whatever else i wanna say

[♥--Tilly]

The knowledge of her place in the world is attributed to the past four months of her life – and it had changed two days ago with her weaning. Upon the day Frigga and her twin were born into the world their father had removed them from their mother’s presence. Vidar had stated it was an agreement between the two of them – the consensual solitary upbringing by their father. They moved to some far reach of the lands, and there they called home for four months. Vidar’s teachings began the next day and a mare named Groa had taken it upon herself to provide the two with nursing. Vidar had an agenda from that day on and he pushed them tirelessly into the molds that he desired they would fill.

Frigga’s mold was a powerful one; filled with duty, respect, and an uncanny ferocity of the soul. The desire for action plagued her and flooded her veins with energy. She hungered for thought-provoking, body-fulfilling, life-enhancing experiences; so much that she doubted she could acquire it all from one life. So she would live a dozen, if duty required such. Vidar had raised them on many ideologies, but the one he had pointed to her had always been ‘do what is necessary.’ So Frigga would do what was necessary for her life, where her loyalties lay, and the lands themselves. And whispers spoke of a role that needed filling in the caverns of this desert. The Syndicate needed a lady to act on their behalf; they needed an infiltrator for their contracts.

A gentle breeze fluttered across the desert, not strong enough to pick up the sand but strong enough to flirt with her short tresses. Beauty looked promising upon the gangly filly, and a keen look suggested of the power and strength she might one day wield. But for now, innocence claimed her with its soft grip. Already though lean muscle claimed her, rigorous training had been another montage of her father’s lifestyle. Even at her young age, she carried wisdom and outside of her curiosity she was already developing into a mature, capable creature – unlike her brother who often seemed much younger than she.

In the cool night air, she gathered herself and let a nicker pour from her vocal cords – belting out into the night to summon the keepers of this land. Sand kicked up behind her flints, as she moved her sinewy body in the direction her instincts requested - a hunger alighting in her belly. This was her future; this was what she was meant to do – the necessary – and it swallowed her up and rebirthed her dutiful, able, and willing.

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