#thvndersnow

[lepiidopterophobia]

you have come so far, little titan, but there is still so much more to be done. the stench of rot and burnt ether clings to you like a second skin. you have fought through waves of scorn. you slew skirvaa, abhorrent beast that it was, and took from its nest your prize. in delicate hands you hold that which was once holy. that which once loved, as your little light loves.

and now you bring it to her altar, and lay it at her feet.

do it feel it, as she does? the breeze that spreads like ripples, the last waft of holy light from the shattered shell before you? it is both silk and rot, both vanilla and petrichor. it is the holy hand that guided you through the archology, and the laughter that haunts you even now.

"i stand a being with a thousand names." her voice is not as it was, back in the dreaming city. it is not churned honey and hollow promises; this memory speaks in prayer, in promise. in a desperate plea through time, to all who will listen. "it whispers one: the Witness. remember it. remember that name."

you were not sure last time. things in this world shift and change like snake skin. flowers bloom and rot in the time it takes to summon your sparrow, to clear a lost sector. so much can happen in the blink of an eye, especially for a man with his attention split. but that was then. this time, you are ready. this time, your head is down, your eyes cut to the side. this time, you are watching.

"i will not be its servant."

and this time, when the witch queen's voice breaks, you see the visage shift.

@thvndersnow

#thvndersnow #❝ AIN’T NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN ( IC. )

[warcost]

@thvndersnow / for theo

" velaask, theo. i appreciate your presence here with house light. it puts many minds at ease to have such an ally supporting us. "

despite his words, and despite speaking of the house as a whole, the truth of the matter it puts his mind at ease. he has not shown it, as it is his duty as kell to stand strong, but the current times have made him uneasy.

especially now that the traveler no longer hangs protectively above the city. but skies without the great machine are skies he is used to.

" the kelekhs have been wondering at your absence. "

#【 ❝ all the things you've said and done; can you carry it with no regrets ❞ 】 ✕ misraaks. #【 ❝ bearing the universe in your soul you rise again ❞ 】 ✕ ic. #thvndersnow

[fiirecracker]

cayde's comm rings with one text, followed by another, and then another. notifications, coming from the pack's groupchat andal's harem, they'd named it, all those years ago. and with andal, their only fucking admin, dead and gone, well, they couldn't change it. couldn't abandon it, either.

messages had been getting slower and slower lately. shiro, occasionally chirping in to mention he was still alive. athena, taking the piss out of him. just those two. it was just those two left.

and then a notification, a soft shattering of the quiet city morning. nothing super unusual, except when another buzz comes through. not a group chat message this time. private, from athena.

have you checked the old chat?

@thvndersnow

#thvndersnow #god; the title suits me well ( athena ic. ) #technically athena for now but #it'll do

[mantleoflight]

“I am not a human being, but I’m alive.” - from Etykraks to whoever you're feeling!

If there was one thing Echo-17 didn't expect, it was for one of Mithrax's House of Light members to answer her call. The ship or "Ketch" as Spider and the others called them, had gone down while searching for supplies to help in the EDZ. But this was strange. The exo hunter had been following a guardian's distress signal. Was there a guardian with the captain down there?

She shook her head. No time to worry about that, not with Calus's legion on the move.

"Good! Hang in there, I'm here to help!"

What a thing for a guardian to say to an Eliksni. Probably about as good as the City Council leaders saying the same thing to their citizens. Still, she climbed down to the slim opening in the wreckage. Drawing her glaive, she used it as leverage to force the opening a little wider, the steel creaking as bent.

“Can you make it through?” She asked with a grunt. “Or—urg!—do I need to make a bigger hole?”

#thvndersnow #Echo 17 #Etykraks #//Hhhh sorry for taking this long! It's been kind of a tough go getting muse to cooperate recently! #//But thank you for your patience! I hope this works for ya! ^u^ b #//Hhhhh poor echo thinking he’s house of light and not realizing no he’s actually a guardian!

[izzysarchivedblogs]

@thvndersnow ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜  - from Etykraks, for Rizlis

The oddest thing about being a lightbearer was the little machine that whirled around their head and would bring their corpse like from the dead over and over. Rizlis was always grateful for Kyklyks, for she was their first friend. The first to come memory, even as much older memories started to creep their way back, cold and starving.

A chirp is made as their kin comes to them, as Kyklyks finishes up repairing their forth arm. Their head dips down, all eyes blinking and they lower their bow down. Learning to use a bow with four arm was a feat for their teachers were only human, but they were determined to match the cool of the older hunter guardians. Piercing armor shells with a perfectly sent arrow.

"Sorry, sorry." They chirp almost like a child, they felt in comparison that Etykraks was a better guardian. An example to follow as they were kin, like them but Rizlis was still newly awake and understanding how their paracausal gifts worked was still a process.

"We got them, right, right? Cleared out of this area good. The vanguard will be pleased with us, yes, yes?" Hopeful clicks for the work that was completed. Rizlis managed themselves fine in combat, but they fared much better staying out of sight, missions where getting in the fray were not as necessary.

#ic; rizlis #rp; thvndersnow 1 #rizlis just wants to impress etykraks ! be a good guardian !

[gaygxnslinger]

word prompts // accepting!

[ cover ] ++ — from my Cayde to Tevis :3 

@thvndersnow

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket -- reversed

He’s tired. It’s been a long day filled with monotonous but equally as long missions, and Tevis wants to do nothing more than rest. Not sleep, because sleep continues to escape him the vast majority of the time, but getting to sit down and rest somewhere no one else will bother him, or try to talk to him is good enough.

Tevis is about to make his way up into the rafters (or whatever other hideyhole he can find) of the den that Andal has brought them to, pointedly ignoring the small group of Hunters that make their way inside, at least until he notices Cayde with them.

He expects some kind of chatter, but none comes.

Instead, the Exo makes his way towards one of the couches, flopping down onto it with the same exhaustion the Nightstalker feels. Tevis debates with himself for a few moments, eventually sighing and making his way over, lifting the blanket off of the back of the couch and laying it over him. “Do I really have to do everything for you?” He huffs, more playfully than anything else.

#threat detector // tevis larsen #elemental capacitor // thvndersnow #heavy brick dropped // ic #explosive payload // answered #tevis is a cat that acts like it hates you but then one day #it grumpily sits next to u to vibe

[fireteam-silent]

Closed starter for @thvndersnow

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There were many factors involved when Khalom chose a victim for one of her pranks. What kind of trick was she in the mood for? Her friends were often targets of her more harmless ones, relatively easy to pull off, and maybe not requiring too much cleanup. The victim's attitude was a big one. If they were extremely grumpy, then Khalom wanted to bring some levity into their life. If they thought themselves above others, then they needed to be taken down a peg or three. A person's authoritative level was important, too. That's why Zavala often had noise makers hidden in his office by Khalom. Something annoying, but not too damaging to any important work.

(Sometimes, these noise makers was just her saying "thank you Commander Zavala," or other affirmations because she thought the big guy needed it.)

But sometimes, what drew Khalom to a victim was if they were a striking individual, such as this bright pink Hunter she had spied in the tower.

Seriously, the fella was so pink it almost hurt her eyes! Pretty bold for a Hunter to be wearing an outfit that you could spy half a kilometre away in a snowstorm! This amused her, and she earnestly wanted to meet this stranger. Unfortunately, Khalom couldn't do anything normally and had sent one of her Glitter Bomb Engrams™️ along with a note. This particular Glitter Engram wasn't as messy as the ones she used on Spider or the Clovis Bray AI head, which were massive quantities of very fine glitter. This engram held only a small container of chunky glitter, paper confetti, and a tiny amount of Glimmer. Afterall, Khalom didn't want to make an enemy. She wanted to make a friend!

She was casually browsing the Eververse as she waited for her package to be delivered by Kadi, though the note inside held her name and comms signature in the chance she wasn't around when the Pink Hunter picked up the package.

#Jackal || Thvndersnow #What does the Fox say? || Khalom

[midnightthvnder]

PINNED POST ;;

nsft sideblog to @thvndersnow. all rules there apply here, with added rule of absolutely no minors are allowed to interact with this blog. explicit posts will be placed under a readmore and tagged "nsft".

all muses on @thvndersnow are also available here. in the cases of rhulk and nezarec, all explicit interactions will be non-canon. in the cases of other characters, some explicit interactions may be non-canon, but we can discuss whether or not this is the case.

watch this space for more detailed info.

#ooc ;; sticks and stones may break my bones #info ;; from marathon to waterloo in order categorical

[fiirecracker]

"you shouldn’t be here ,  it’s not safe in these woods ." - from iiksiiks, to bran —@thvndersnow

the risen freezes where she stands; feet flat on the forest floor, one hand on the rough bark of a fallen tree. she can no longer hear the signs of battle; she can no longer smell burnt ether and fizzling light. her compatriots are far from here, and so are their enemies.

so why is there a captain with winter's colors standing before her?

her chest trembles with ragged, panicked breaths. blue eyes shift first from the eliksni to the empty space behind him, then back to him. away once again, to a path just eastward of them. an option, though not the best. perhaps she could go up, as well. use the treetops.

he isn't a vandal. surely he can't be that light on his feet.

her hand tightens on the bark. she ignores the splinters that break her skin. one way or another, she must escape.

"i don't want a fight."

#thvndersnow #you were born a prey animal but you don't have to die as one ( bran ic. )

[fiirecracker]

❝ i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats. ❞ — from astrid to spider | @thvndersnow

the statement earns a hearty, if wet, laugh from the eliksni. he leans back into his chair, folding two hands over stomach. the lower left reaches out. he rests his fingertips gently against astrid's back; not quite holding, not quite pushing. pay attention.

"eleven men," purrs the baron, and turns his gaze to astrid. "seven of which will fall, if they step out of line. understood?"

from where they flank their baron, avrok and arrha click their mandibles.

#thvndersnow #thvndersnow ; astrid #they're ready to fuck shit up with you astrid if you ask

[fiirecracker]

❝ you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough. ❞ — from etykraks to taniks | @thvndersnow

“it is never enough!” 

the monster’s voice roars from deep within, gravel grating against grinding gears. it is not terran, the sound he makes; it is not even organic. it is machine and hate and flayed nerved endings. it is raw and vile. it is taniks, the abomination, pure and simple. 

heavy shoulders rise and fall. the machinery in his chest screams. he does not raise his voice this time, and instead emphasizes, “they are already dead, little mother. i am simply… relieving them of their continued burden. i am saving our people, one dead thing at a time.” 

and if he earns a good enough living from it, then so be it. man or monster, they all need glimmer in the end.

#thvndersnow #thvndersnow ; etykraks #the devil you know ( taniks ic. )

[fiirecracker]

❝ you smile, and your face is like the sun. ❞ | @thvndersnow

the statement catches her off guard, and, for a moment, all julia can do is squeak in response. her hand tightens around the long-forgotten cup of noodles. the styrofoam squeaks in protest. they were supposed to have been her lunch during this tour of wall-duty, but they have since grown cold. sometimes the company is just that enthralling.

"i— oh. oh, i did not—" nope, looks like she still isn't quite capable of speak. orange eyes widen, and heat rises to her cheeks. she is determined to try again. "i, uh, i mean—"

the broth begins to bubble.

she squeaks for a second time.

#thvndersnow #thvndersnow ; cayde #dreams of a future made real with each battle i win ( julia ic. )

[fiirecracker]

andy knows what he likes and what he likes is dressing like an abuelo who just discovered color

#baby grill there are no gds here ( ooc. ) #thvndersnow

[fiirecracker]

ikora

i am once again asking the bowling question.

7pm.

-cayde

[ vdcr ] cayde [ vdcr ] sigh [ vdcr ] sure

#thvndersnow ; cayde #thvndersnow #i didn't ask to be right or to be lonely ( ikora ic. )

[fiirecracker]

ikora do you have a spare cowboy hat i can borrow

-cayde

[ vdcr ] do i look

#thvndersnow #thvndersnow ; cayde #i didn't ask to be right or to be lonely ( ikora ic. )

[fiirecracker]

ikora, random q

do you want to go to a comedy show with me and andal

-cayde

[ vdcr ] cayde, you just asked about bowling, and now there is a comedy show?

#thvndersnow ; cayde #thvndersnow #i didn't ask to be right or to be lonely ( ikora ic. )