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Out In The Styx
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Posted on January 27, 2011 at 10:17:52 AM by Charon
I have done lots of mooching around being a bit of a Vistas bum of late. I am rather good at it… its where I spent most of my childhood to keep out of my, quite frankly, mental mother’s way. But I was born in the Valkyries, a prince to a throne I could never have because of my gender, my father was a Rajput I never met, and I myself carved a little home for myself beneath the Volcano for most of my life. It always concerned me that the boys and the girls were at loggerheads. I only ever wanted people to get along! And they really did work quite well together when they put their differences aside. But my mother is more than a little stubborn, and what she said, went. So she used the Rajputs as and when she needed to, and then discarded the again when they had used up all of their usefulness. But now she is no longer in charge, and the floods and the gods have forced the two together in this rather picturesque little Kingdom. It’s all new and shiny! Scythia. I tried to be king of it to prove my mother wrong. To prove I was not as useless as she had decided I was since the moment I was born. And to lead something I knew she would hate, just to really piss her off. Except I failed at it because I probably /am/ as useless as my mother decided I am. Also I loathe fighting. It’s so unnecessary and I really would rather not mess up my pretty face. It would be a crime to scar a canvas /this/ flawless. I have never fought before in my life, and I never intend to again. Thank god I have an aquamarine and was able to fix those nasty red burns on my face. You can’t see them at all now! I’m just as beautiful as I ever was.
And now I am mended and have finished sulking, I have returned here, because even if I’m not king I would quite like to live here and help the Valkyries and the Rajputs unite into one big, happy family. Plus Sasha is queen and she was always awesome. Like an epic cool aunt. I waltz in with my cocky swagger, head high and proud, mane bouncing along my crest. My yellow-flecked eyes gleam with an in built mischief I have never shaken. My fur is a little more fluffy and a little less sleek as we go into winter, and it makes my deep brown pelt a little paler. But I am half thoroughbred and I never get overly woolly. I’d look like a mammoth being as tall as I am! Except I am very toned and in shape and mammoths were… wide. Not that I would know because I am a horse and they are extinct… but work with me here.
It is quite quiet in Scythia. I guess there are not too many residents yet. Well, it is a fledgling nation. It will take time for it to build up a reputation and a following. I hope not too much time, because as it stands it is vulnerable to the other two kingdoms, should they see the opportunity to take down a threat before it is one. After all, the Valkyries diminished both kingdoms to sub kingdoms, once with the Rajputs. Putting the two together in one kingdom could create an unstoppable force. But it is not there just yet. I hope both the North and the South might decide to take my viewpoint on things and all become friends, resulting in world peace, or at last Hoof Prince wide peace. But I highly doubt it. There is too much pride and power knocking around.
I stop and look up at the dull grey sky. The wind ruffles my mane as it flits past, bringing the smell of winter on its cooling currents. My gaze drops and I look along the horizon. There appear to be some upended trees and very unhappy looking foliage a little way off. I move a little closer and look at the debris with a look of concern on my face. Someone sure had a tantrum…
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