the girlies horses!! One tags along while the other fights back.




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the girlies horses!! One tags along while the other fights back.
Bella, the once successful druid honed in to the sun circles magic, was at first stranded in Golden Hills. Well, stranded isn't really the right word, her home was there. She helped anywhere she could, becoming one of the more reliable people in the community, despite her worsening mood and overall declining health. And so, one day, she simply vanished from the village. Now she travels alone, save for her steed, Seto. She's since ceased suppressing her magical nature, and refuses to hide it again. While her physical health recovered, her mental state seems to be far gone, seeing herself as an "executioner," attacking quite literally everything she comes across, zombie or not. It's almost like she believes she can single-handedly bring this apocalypse to an end. Some believe she stopped being Bella a long time ago, some argue she was turned all those weeks ago and only has a sliver of her ghost guiding the shell of who she was, some believe she's a grim reaper. Truth is, she's just lost her mind. It's a miracle she's still standing.
Rowan is a little less extreme. She was on a business trip to Jorvik Stables during the initial outbreak, and is therefore stationed in Jarlaheim. As she used to work with Farah in crafting, and had started to learn the basics of the moon circle, they became responsible for gathering materials and crafting resources. Normally, Rowan is a nervous wreck, but their sense of duty and desperate need to be helpful is keeping their mind in check. Somewhat, at least. They'll push herself to leave the safety of the walls to help the community. She'll also happily skip the next patrol by mending clothes and reinforcing defenses. At first she just wanted to survive. Then she wanted to help. Now, they just want this madness to end. Lately, as Jarlaheims resources are dwindling, they've been thinking of leaving the community and travelling to the Dark Riders in the Valley, to help them figure out a way to find a cure, or anything, to make everything go back to normal. She just wants things to go back to normal.
am i late out? maybe. did i want to do this anyway? yeah.
A semblance of normalcy. Aka. why is Rowans hair still dyed, we're one year into an apocalypse.
Rowan quite liked her long, light pink hair. She found the process relaxing, and the results rewarding and pretty. But as the outbreak raged through the island, you sort of forget such small things. You're too focused on making it through the day. Inevitably, her hair grew, copper roots bleeding through the pastel pink. Not the worst contrast of colors, and it's such a silly thing to pay attention to. But when the length of ginger hair grew, and grew, they couldn't help but be distraught at the sight. They didn't understand why at first. Then it hit them. It served as a reminder. Of how long it had been since it all started. Since the day Evergray came home and told everyone that the soul riders were gone. Since he himself turned into... into one of those. Since the poor citizens of Jorvik fell to the same fate. How long does it take for hair to grow out? How long had it been..?
Thankfully, Jarlaheim has not just one, but two salons. Maybe Rowan shouldn't have, but they couldn't help it. Everything else was chaos, nothing made sense, everything so out of reach, but this one, tiny thing... they could control. At least, now they could. She broke into the salons, took all of the dyes she needed, a pair of scissors, and went at it.
Maybe it's stupid, but the sight of those freshly dyed pink strands and a shirt stained with anything other than blood brought her a semblance of normalcy. Like the apocalypse was not upon them at all.
less filtered version because if you look real close you can see what magic suppression is doing to her... i have to project my probably-chronic issues somewhere </3
Day 2 of RoFD prompt month!! @dark-rider-pr CW: the usual infection talk, kind of suicidal thoughts.
Hello RoFD community. We've got writing. Be aware this part contains violence (including drawn stuff) okay thanks <3
@dark-rider-pr i've cooked
Rowan vs Bella apocalypse experience
Day 4 of prompt month! @dark-rider-pr
CW: talk of disease (again) and also angst
Hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger hunger
The previously still form rose again, awakening from its coma. Energy surged through its veins again. And as it stood, all it could think about was how starved it was. But the apples in its bag was not right. No, that cannot satisfy. With senses growing stronger for each second, the creature scanned its environment. A city, bustling with life, but heavily guarded. No... too hungry. A small set of houses, less people, but with little defense. Oh, yes. That'll do nicely.
@dark-rider-pr and so she wakes C: