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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Leotamer - Quill
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Svieand smiled as he actually found himself contented for the first time in recent memory. He was heading to the library with a purpose and meaning. He had worked well with Drakairos to quench some of the flame. He was still master of his domain. Now he was on a journey with an unusual mortal – the closest to ‘adventure’ he supposed he’d ever gotten. And even when he returned home, he’d have his promised new pet waiting for him. How exciting it all was. The gleaming snow seemed to glisten and shine brighter in response.

Svieand was once again considering transport… Was it possible for him to successfully transform another into his aurora and back again? Or could he summon his nearest ice dragon offspring for assistance? If only he was the God of Travel – he’d know these things!

It was then that his travel companion spoke up with an explanation about his exotic coloured eyes. So he was touched by the divine. The god of winter felt vindicated of any guilt from his previous suspicions. Yet instead of relief at being correct he was instantly put on edge. Who could have sent this being? What was his true purpose out here in the far, far north if not to involve him?

Yes he appeared normal but there was something about this man’s actions, the avoidance of eye contact, the exaggerated speech pattern, that was disjointed, a replica of a man. What this one of Anu’s devils or demons, Dirka’s meddlesome mages or even Iarus’ tricksters? He threw out his senses to try and detect another god laughing at his foolishness, hidden by the snow. But the only unnatural indicators being from his two companions – the unknown man and a white-furred gargoyle.

Sveiand’s mind turned once more toward travel, now removing his ethereal transformation from the table, when the stranger handed him a detailed carving of a creature he had seen running wild on the plains of the south. So that’s what it was called, a horse. He turned the exquisite craftsmanship over in his hands cautious of this being a trick or trap, especially given the man’s furtive nature. Svieand smiled to himself with a shrug. Nothing could harm him that badly, this close to his realm surely…? What had he got to lose?!

He tossed the statuette forward onto the ice in a large arc. But by the time it reached the frozen surface it was no longer a trinket but an enlarged horse of magnificent statue. It’s pure white coat was thick and warm reaching down over the hooves, the mane and tail glittering with strands of grey, blonde and blue. The piercing blue eyes of the enormous steed appraised the god as the mount bowed its head, pawing at the ice with oversized hooves on which there were spiked edges for extra grip. Without a moment’s thought and with nearly unbridled, childish joy, the normally reserved and stoic God of Ice, leapt forward onto the back of the magnificent shire (magically assisted for grace of course), his thighs sinking into the plush down of the blanket on the mount’s back, and leaning forward to stroke the beast’s neck.

He turned to the stranger with a hand to help him mount. “What an excellent gift,” he mused. “Who gave you such an item?” He must find out more before they arrived at the library. He did not want to leave any unknowns as a guest in those halls of knowledge. He had seen first-hand the lengths and ‘operation’ that Iva would go to, to obtain a creature’s truth. And the golden eyes and face he currently looked into was too handsome for such a fate. “And I do believe I didn’t catch your name…”

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

As he listened to the man before him, Sveiand took the scroll tentatively – Knowledge was a fickle thing. He skimmed through the scrawled message, skipping the inane chatter that Iva knew he found droll. Yet the main content of the note was intriguing. A divine assembly was sure to be interesting, if not a complete disaster. He tried to envisage the multitude of powerful being gathered in one place, each with contrasting domains, raw primal power and conflicting personalities. There were those in open antagonism, some with unbridled powers and, it was rumoured, new gods of the civilising world that may show their faces. He did not want to be part of the petty squabbles but worried by recent events, he did not want to fade into history either. Even if he stood in a chilled corner of the library and watched it would still be more interesting than his past few decades of existence. And anyway, recent events needed to be discussed.

The embodiment of winter turned to the figure shivering before him, lips pursing slightly as he thought about how best to reply. The man was cold and fearful of the beast that Svei had just guardedly received. Yet… there was something about him. Those golden eyes. The lack of tribal markings to identify himself as one of the North. His bizarre story. No human of the Northern Crown would come hunting this far north, nothing lived here. Nor would they think that they could regain their bearings after wandering too far into the blizzard of Niflheim but prey to the only resident for sanctuary.

Sveiand’s guard rose at the uncertainty of the identity of the man before him. But his curiosity was peaked. His mind flashed back to the mortals he had left sleeping in his palace, and could not stop the thought that this unusual figure would give him a better companionship that he had found in his long life thus far. The decision crystallised in his mind.

“You do not need to ask Azhriel for mercy,” he smiled with benevolence, lifting the man’s head up by a chilling touch to his chin. “I will grant you both safe passage.” The cold immediately lessened around the man? Mortal? Demigod? Construct? And at a glance, the bat-like messenger shivered. A thick pale pelt erupted from its crown, cascading down its body. That would make it more comfortable, and remind his sibling of his power. The blizzard parted in a clear corridor toward the shoreline in the near distance, yet continued to howl in tumult on all other sides. If the man did not know before that he was a god, it was obvious now. He turned to both figures “Come, lest you lose your way again.” As Sveiand strode quickly away across the ice, the blizzard started to close in again behind him. Both Iva’s messenger and the curious stranger would need to stay close to avoid being swallowed by his meteorological defences again.

He thought he sense a turbulent surge in power from the direction of the stranger as he started the journey but put it down to the portal of Naswaru he sensed opening with his first creation for Niflheim. He couldn’t wait for this gathering to end and him be able to meet his first pet! When they reached the shoreline, he would give the traveller a choice. He smiled at the crisp snow crunching beneath his boots. This was going to be an interesting journey especially if he offered an alternative way of travelling…

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Sorry for the post a day later than promised. A combination of real life and the thirst to write a post of decent length rather than a story pushing plot point warranted another 18 hours.

Tomorrow I hope to try and update Svei’s relationship sheet with the new additions and his CS with the ice dragons and northern beasts.

For now I’m off to a Halloween party with a giant geometric unicorn mask 😁

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

An exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he lay collapsed once more into his plush furs. Despite the post-coital glow emanating from his naked form he lay wide awake, a crease furrowing his unblemished brow. Neither of the companions sharing his large bed awoke as he stirred with troubled thoughts. The day’s events had really been a shock to his usual solitude and his divine senses made it clear that he was no longer truly alone in the world. He felt a connection to his first child. Ystra, the Bight, the Rime. Born of fire but reborn of ice, she was filled with his essence and touched by Rós. He could sense her now, having travelled with the many-headed god to help create his flight of ice dragons. They were the opposite of Ystra: converted by the weather god’s power and blessed by Winter through her intervention. Her alarm echoed in his mind and he summoned her with calming thoughts. The matriarch of her own three children: Bight, Hoare, and Rime, three of the dragons more her than Rós. She led their migration north to ultimately patrol the Northern Crown and Niflheim. Added to the decreased temperature around the floating palace, so that no creature could even fly near, the new species of dragon added to the strata of threats to guard his realm. He was more remote, isolated and therefore safe than ever.

Yet he still could not settle. He had seen the gathering of deities drawn from afar to that terrifying crater and horrific monument. But he knew to leave that for the Lord of Light to have an issue with and the twisted mages to decipher. Although maybe he should visit his sister of darkness, as it was within her vicinity and she was a fearful one. They shared the cold and he was possibly the only creature that made civil contact with her. He had always made an effort out of sibling love but even he had started to tire of her endless self-pitying. He was the embodiment of a domain that wasn’t wanted by humanity either. But they were both necessary for worldly balance. She just needed to embrace her true place in the world. If that needed to be through fear and respect rather than love then so be it. That was how he had become worshipped. The northern tribes didn’t submit offerings to him through a love of hardship, frostbite and snow blindness. They did so to ensure that he was appeased enough to reduce the amount of those things. But recently the spread of fire had reduced their worship. The offerings were less and sacrificial youths less handsome. He’d already destroyed a village for such selfish blasphemy. When he had been stalking a bear, they had asked him to rid them of he’d overheard the elders laugh around their new large byre boasting about how they were keeping their most handsome and athletic men for combat and sending Sveiand the men of tribes they fought and stole from. The hunt became a rally cry as the winter god erupted into his true form. The guttural roar emanating from his now ursine throat bringing ice wolves, great eagles, snow owls, rampaging musk oxen and the great white bears themselves to the vicinity – most of them granted unnatural attributes through an agreement with Naswaru. The tribe had cowered as Oao’s darkness deepened but the usual blessing of the god of cold did not dance across the sky. At midnight they struck. Amongst the throng of ferocious beasts, the gigantic white bear mad sure that he was the last thing these tribespeople saw. He blessed them with seeing his true form and cursed them to never see anything again as the many beasts of the tundra ripped, gouged and crushed their flesh and bones. Winter was not forgiving.

He pushed the memory from his mind and rose from his bed. He decided on a walk to clear his head and realised what a human concept that was. His laughter echoed down the many chambers, tinkling like icicles in a bitter breeze. The men in his bed slumbered on under his enchantment. His clothed formed around him as he strode down a grand corridor, the white furs growing a fractal frost, before he was nothing but a stream of consciousness in a banner of iridescent shimmer streaming to the nearest shore. It was there he reformed in a flurry of snow to follow a set of solitary boot tracks, the soles well-trod. The snow quickly lessened and the wind ceased to howl in order for the god to make out a figure clad in heavy furs. He had not received word of a new sacrifice and any human without his blessing and therefore intervention would surely not last long. Yet for some reason, story-telling elders and travelling bards in the future would argue over lust, loneliness or curiosity being the cause, but even Sveiand didn’t know why he continued to approach the character that seemed to be muttering to itself in the increasingly sub-zero temperatures. He was stalled by his unsummoned attraction to the brunette figure as he caught sight of his unnatural golden eyes. Another sacrifice he thought and turned to disappear once more into the landscape, weather beginning to worsen at his very though. But the appearance of a monstrous grey beast through the snowfall gave him enough reason to make himself known. He guessed from the slender limbs and horned skull that the winged skeletal creature was formed through knowledge. He made a mental note that even the pragmatic and twisted mind of Iva was touched by vanity, otherwise why make creations in your own image, but did not want to see a handsome figure lose crimson blood on his pure landscape when this gargoyle struck.

“Why do you come here where you have not been invited?” his voice carried to them, as the very wind itself. He still maintained his human form and strode confidently through the snow toward them both. He nodded toward the beast to ensure that the other man knew of its silent presence before addressing it, ““What do They want this time? It took a long time to recover after last time and am not inclined to do so again.” He chose his words carefully as to not reveal his divinity immediately. In truth he had slept for decades after helping to construct the library with Iva’s incredible plans and had marvelled at their joint project. Yet he still felt he hadn’t been repaid in kind for his efforts. He felt the great bear within him tense as he awaited a reply from these trespassers. Winter was not forgiving.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I’m gonna post tomorrow so will wander round somewhere for Quill or an Iva message to find him.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

So Svei is just moping back in his ice palace.
So if anyone wants to collab let me know.
If not...

WINTER IS COMING.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Likewise now our sexy party of ice dragon race creating is over my warm hearted, icy facaded dude is at a loose end.
If anyone had/has any plans, let me know. If not I’ll have him potter about up North - bizarrely exactly what I’m doing over the next few days.

Bizarre Patrol (Nathan Drake/Dark Universe: The Mummy style Archeology & Monster Hunting)

Count me in!

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Gay god of winter makes race of ice dragons with his three-headed weather dragon god brother. A very modern family.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Sveiand smirked as the will of Dra and Rós overcame their obnoxious third head. He really enjoyed the novelty of the hydra-god’s unique physiology and accompanying psychology. Combined with the fatally beautiful winters they created together, the Cold One really did admire his reptilian brother. Even in spite of that gobby third head. However, he was dismayed at the lack of Naswaru’s contribution, but nodded at his sage conclusion. Like both himself and Oao, the hunter had always kept to himself, preferring the wilderness and company of his beasts in contrast to the pettiness of humankind and the other divine. He wasn’t primeval though and always spoke with disarming clarity and precision for the fear evoking beast he presented as.

As one set of gigantic leathery wings retreated into the distance he turned to the owner of a far large pair along with three heads. “Shall we go catch a dragon?” he growled before launching himself upwards, the enormous bear disintegrating first into a flurry of snow and then a myriad of colored lights as he soared as an aurora towards Ystra’s lair.

With Naswaru declining the offer, much to the displeasure of Dra and Rós, the weather god would have to go along with Sveiand alone. Regardless, they had their fun with the Hunting God already and now they shall place themselves into a new hunting duo. With the giant bear hithering them to come alone, the three heads nodded in unison, cackling in glee, as their massive wings launched them straight into the thunderous heavens above. They begin to follow the brilliant lights of the aurora as the winds began to shift once more. The storm began to disperse from the forest, as the rains stopped and the lightning ceasing to cast its divine shock. The fauna below would slowly emerge from the depths of the woods, burrows, and trees, as they go back to their daily lives. Yet it wouldn't be without a small parting gift left by Drakaiós' departure - a brief spine-chilling breeze.

Within seconds of their arrival the temperature had plummeted, the warmth emanating from the mountainous cavern extinguished. He knew this would draw out the beast in puzzlement whilst also empowering his trusted ally.

Winter had arrived early and, upon reaching their destination, a harsh blizzard covered the surrounding area with a cold embrace. The winds were incredibly fierce here, yet it wouldn't affect Drakairós as they sped up towards the dragon in the far distance. It was Rós' turn to tamper with the weather and he was already beginning to enjoy himself.

"Finally." the right head sighed with a guttural purr of content, "The cold should allow it to sap the dragon's full potential considerably. It won't know what hit him."

Yet as the head reveled in this approaching cold front, the opposite head wasn't as thrilled to be in this situation.

"I-I HATE T-TH-THIS!" Kai roars through his chattering teeth, "WHY MUST IT BE COLD? WHY CAN'T WE SET THIS PLACE AFLAME???"

"Because that would empower the dragon even further, you dolt." hisses Rós with a snarl.

"BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SAYING "BEAT FIRE WITH FIRE"?!"

"Not in a literal sense you uneducated fool..."

"YOU'RE UNEDUCATED! I WANT TO GO HOME!"

Kai then attempts to knock his head on Dra's long neck.

"UNMERGE US! I WANT TO GO TAKE A LAVA BATH!"

"Enough clamoring - we're here." Dra announces as they get closer and closer to the giant creature in the distance.

By that time, the Verzakian dragon had caught sight of their scent and had turned around to bellow at the invading duo through the thick storm. It was up to the giant three-headed dragon to do most of the brunt work and make an opening for the God of Ice to do his damage. As the opposing dragon began to charge his fiery breath, it was time for the battle to commence.

"Brace yourselves!" the middle head roared hastily, "Prepare to unmerge! We'll restrain the beast long enough for our Ice God to do as he pleases"

"THAT'S WHAT I JUST SUGGES~!"

Too late to finish, the plasma breath fires as its burning beam of orange and yellow fly straight towards the Weather God.

"Now!"

Before the beam could hit them, the hydra's body flashed in a body of light as the heads separated into three long glowing golden bodies. These serpents easily avoided the blast and were already separating into the blizzard for cover. With each head in attack formation the dragons remained virtually unseen as they made their way closer and closer to their opponent. Once in position, they made a sudden beeline towards the fiery mass and began to coil around him. Once they coiled once, each head clamped down on a certain part of their prey -Kai bit its right shoulder, Rós it's left thigh, and Dra went straight for it's neck. The long serpants began constricting around the Verzakian dragon, like golden tinsels surrounding a Christmas tree, bearing the intense heat as they began restraining it. Only Kai was able to suck the intense heat into his body, utilizing the magma to fuel his gut, whilst Dra and Rós inject the "anti-freeze" into the creature's body in an attempt to freeze it.

A pale figure emerged from the flurries of snow, floating gently down to step in front of the foaming jaws. The handsome figure was dwarfed by the gargantuan beasts before him and yet showed only calm on his clean cut visage - a slightly raised eyebrow the only hint of the intrigue that simmered beneath. His head cocked to one side and the storm abruptly stopped. The snowflakes seemingly frozen in mid air. The temperature had plummeted, far below anything even the god of winter had summoned before. His eyes narrowed as the settled snow coating the ground animated itself into two large claws of ice. The claws slowly prized the jaws of the beast open, Drakairós lessening his grip slightly. The fiery blast that ensued from the reptilian maw merely petered out as the flames died in the sub-zero atmosphere. Only then did the Cold One grant himself a wry grin that played along his lips.

He reached into the dragon with his powers and felt the source of her endless fury and unprompted rage. He grasped at the inner fire and twisted it with his own majesty. The flames within, whilst forged from Ragnagedon’s magma themselves, were no match for the raw unbridled power of their creator’s true anthesis. She was hurting in every way and he was to be her saviour. The beast writhed in turmoil before closing its eyes, seemingly at peace. The scales shimmered into a pale white while a blessing from Rós led to a second pair of wings budding and bursting forth from her back. The internal changes were no less impressive, the god of winter creating a clutch of primed eggs within her ovaries, ready to lay. If his brother was the father of dragons then he could be the mother no?

When Sveiand removed his torso from the monstrous maw the eyes flicked open once more. Yet they were no longer a burning orange, dulled with animalistic rage. No. They were now bright, piercing blue and sparkling with a new-found intelligence.