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[wxldhxrt]

Greyson Darcy: Scent Profile

Pine Forest

London Rain

Wild Animal

Fresh Brewed Tea

Lingering Cigarette Smoke

Dark Chocolate

[necroheir]

               dior cologne     •       gunpowder     •      leather     •      crackling fire

[asher-jones]

Name: Nova Lineage: The Progeny of  some of the vary horses that pull Apollo’s chariot across the sky. Appearance: While he looks the most similar to a classic Palomino horse, Nova’s appears much more celestial. While his main tail and legs are a bright, almost luminescent that appears to be almost the color of sunlight itself, his coat is a rich golden blond that almost appears to radiate sunlight on it’s own. Even in the darkness, it’s as if the creature gives of a natural sunlit glow that radiates from his main. His wings match the color of both his mane and coat, a rich gold that feathers out into a brilliant sun kissed white. The wings themselves have the anatomy similar to a hawks wings, powerful and imposing, but when pulled in against his body, rest elegantly, like two petals on a flower.  Temperament: Nova and Asher have already been considered two peas in a pod. Their differences seem to compliment one another, in a way that even took Asher by surprise. He possesses an almost regal heir, not prone to submit to many, certainly not other horses or Pegasus, but eager to surround himself with them. As prone as the creature is to preening in the sunlight, nothing makes him happier than when he he’s in the sky, racing the other Pegasus. Whenever he’s running or flying to a destination, it always seems to be his goal to be the first one there. While friendly may not be the word exactly to describe him, he is bold and unapologetic, known to pluck feed and fruit from people’s hand uninvited, bumping people and pegasi alike when they are standing in his sun. Despite it all, he has developed a strong and devoted bond to Asher. As it stand his demigod is and has been the only master he heeds to, and even Asher has had his fair share of squabbles with the steed on occasion. Relationship: Nova was always meant for Asher. Asher would have liked to say that he walked into the stables and the pair just magically found each other by the will of the fates. It was actually the acolyte breeder that had offered the steed to Asher. The chemistry wasn’t immediate. Nova very clearly didn’t like the prospect of being someone’s, anyone’s steed, and preferred the freedom to fly as he pleased. Asher, having been from the city and very unfamiliar with horses or animals of any kind that weren’t domesticated cats or dogs, was at a loss. For days the horse would ignore him, even avoid him when he came to fetch him. It wasn’t until Asher had been sitting in the stables, playing the a lyre he’d been given, di something click. The music of the instrument, the way Asher played it, drew the creature to him. Nova listened for what must have been almost an hour as Asher played, slowly but gradually inching closer until his snout was resting on the demigod’s shoulder. That song is what sparked their connection, and even now Asher can play a particular melody on any instrument, and Nova will not only recognize it, but attempt to go to him.

[wrxn-blxkely]

 Wren Blakely; task 001 ↳ scent profile

   You smell SWEET; as if the air the wafts from you like a warm bakery. Scents of toasted vanilla, newly whipped buttercream, delicate pâte à choux, almond oil, powdered doughnuts, & apple tarts.

   You catch a whiff of something BRIGHT; like a glass of lemonade on a hot day. Inhale the scents of crushed lemongrass, mouthwatering apples, & Meyer lemons 

    A wave of something FLORAL comes; as if a jar of jam had just been opened. the fragrances of pomegranates seeds, fig preserves, steeped Earl Grey, seared plums, and jasmine petals fill the room when you enter.

   Sometimes you light up smelling EARTHY; as smoke washes over you like incense. Your clothes reek of hot resin, peppery bergamot, rolled clary sage, & wet cedar.

[knightmaring]

PISTIS

faith, trust, and reliability.

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with an aura of fear such as hudson’s, animals that he hadn’t already bonded with wanted nothing to do with him. all the pegasi recoiled from hudson, running off to hide behind the stable workers or jumping over fences to escape his gaze, all but one. pistis, a buck skinned pegasus, with a pair of raven black wings and legs that appeared she had been dipped into an inkwell and never washed off. her mane, just as dark as her inky black hair, was so delicate and soft, it looked as if a trail of smoke followed wherever she went. pistis never ran. her gaze never wavered. she stared him down in challenge and rebuffed all of his attempts to buy her affection. the only thing she had to give was a kick to the face whenever he tried to saddle her or pass behind.

it took hudson six weeks before he was able to ride the pegasus without getting thrown off. but hudson tried day in and day out to gain her trust. he takes her grazing with his mixed herd of adopted animals, something he’s noticed she enjoys quite a bit. may it was the fresh grass and quiet, serene surroundings, or maybe it was the sight of hudson getting beaten around by a couple of goats, but the pegasus was far more relaxed out in the wild. out there, with only nature around them, she takes a protective role---watching and herding the other animals to stay close and not venture too far away from her or their demigod. she’s alert, watchful, as if she knows there are predators out there.

hudson treats her better than he treats himself. he fusses over her health, and whether she’s comfortable with her saddle and his spurs. he buys her blankets, little rings to braid into her hair (that she rarely ever lets him do), salt rocks, toys and the sweetest fruits he can find. he speaks to her as if she were human, asking her for her opinion on just about everything, and he trusts her to care for the herd when he needs to duck out of sight for a spell. things are better between them. she’s still a rebellious little shit, but she takes him where he needs to go and brings him back without further injuring him, and occasionally, she’ll show him a tiny bit of affection. there’s still a kick or bite here and there, but there’s trust, and for the most part, acceptance there. if need be, she’ll endure what she has to in order to bring him back.

[ofnorthernwind]

GABRIEL MONTGOMERY

MOODBOARD

[rldlnghood]

𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔰𝔦𝔵

with almost endless resources, IVAN almost didn’t know where to go. he landed on a BLACK SUIT JACKET with GOLD, FLORAL EMBELLISHMENTS on the cuffs and lapels. from out of the jacket wraps a LONG, DARK ARM SHAWL, which goes around his waist and his back, to go over his opposite arm -- black, with a pattern of white and pink roses. on the half of his chest that remains uncovered, is a PINK CAMPFIRE PIN, with black and gold logs. his pants are dark and fitted, leading into POLISHED BLACK BOOTS. down his ears, it’s a pair of long industrials that ride through all of his helix rings on either side, along with a golden nose ring. and even for the event, he doesn’t take his face further than a narrow pass of eyeliner, but his nails bear golden roses over their normal black polish.

[lawyerlocke]

Formality is more than just normality for Lex. Between court, meetings, life in general, there’s very rarely been a time where he wasn’t forced to dress up for an occasion. So, he decided to tone down what he’d typically wear. Still formal, pressed shirt, waistcoat of deep burgundy and yes, pants that are probably a little tighter than necessary. Red rose boutonniere pinned to his left side, and rose gold accenting his outfit. Even down to the bow tie at his throat, looser than he’d typically wear it, but he’s gotta try and stay comfortable.