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Judgment [Lotus/Mauja] - Official - 08-12-2012 d'Artagnan March 29th, 2012 at 4:44am The grass quivered beneath his cloven hooves as the red stallion lead his first prospective recruit to meet his frosty king. He held the same authoritative manner he always wore, his face a mask of concealment as he let no emotion escape from it. Lotus, the mare that followed behind, still carried the scent that made his fur stand up on his spine. This was another reason he kept his eyes facing forwards, she was a demon to tempt him so yet she didn't appear all that threatening. d'Artagnan shook his mane and continued the last of part there journey in an easy silence. The scent of Mauja became stronger and d'Art stopped partly for respect but mostly because he didn't want to lead a complete stranger straight up to the king. Instead, he stood between two trees and called out "King Mauja? I have someone here who'd like to join our mighty herd. She seeks your permission to do so.” Mighty? d'Art had to stop himself from an ironic snort. He knew that it wasn't always numbers that made a herd strong... But then again, the Worlds Edge wasn't exactly teeming with life. This mare was only the start, d'Artagnan knew there had to be more unicorns like he and Mauja out there. [ooc; Feel free to step around d'Art, with my extra work shifts I don't think I'm gunna get much chance to reply] Lotus March 31st, 2012 at 5:59pm I nod as d’Artagnan explained his rank and situation. My thoughts were confirmed; these lands it seemed, were ones blessed by the Moon God. I cringed inwardly, though showed nothing on my exterior besides my fatigue, saddened that it appeared in order to stay with my brethren species, I had to conform to their religion. Oh Eathern Lord, please do forgive me if I must blaspheme and mention not your name but that of another – please know that I only seek to please you. While I know other worldly powers exist, you had taken care of me my whole life, my whole life I have been shaped and preened to sacrifice the life of another and drench your soil in the blood you seek to continue protecting me. How could these others not understand? I would have to seek him out, and explain myself, and offer him my own blood in exchange for his continued protection. I sighed, resigned to my fate, as I followed this brutish steed further into the land. It amused me that one with such a stoic air and warrior build could be pushed around by another stallion so easily. I suppose I was used to stallions of lesser intellect, ones where the “King” of a herd would depend upon who could throw their weight around more. Though perhaps this King Mauja would fit the mental image I hosted, and simply be King because he was a bigger and stronger stallion than d’Artagnan. Maybe he too would try to fight the pheromones that permeate constantly around me. But then again, maybe not. Most stallions would drop some of their inhibitions, especially if they spent more time near their source – hormones were not the sort of thing to ever lose potency, but rather, the more you consumed, the faster the effect. My leonine tail lifted slightly from the ground as I halted behind the large blood bay stallion, and I meekly awaited my judgement. Mauja the FrostHeart April 6th, 2012 at 6:00pm He came when he heard his name called by none other than his trusted plague doctor. Mauja approached the two, his head lifted and his ears forward. "d'Artagnan." He greeted his doctor before turning his gaze to the mare he had brought with him. The stallion inhaled then snorted at a sudden urge that came with breathing in the mare's scent. One of his ears tilted back and he flicked his long white tail. "Welcome to the World's Edge." he finally said. "I am Mauja the FrostHeart, king of the World's Edge herd." As if she didn't already have that much figured out. He studied the mare as she stood there with his doctor. "I assumed that since d'Artagnan has brought you to me you're interested in joining my herd." He snorted again, fighting the urge to step closer to the mare. "What can you bring to my herd?" ooc:// sorry it's not that great but i didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer :T Lotus April 6th, 2012 at 8:56pm With a curious interest I awaited the revered arrival of the King. I found it peculiar that the King could be summoned forth, and like an obedient dog, he came before us. It was much the same with my mother, a leader is no leader at all, but rather a slave to his minions. Though they listen to him and follow him, he had to give his worthiness back to them just as much, if not more to hold his position. I could see now, as I compared the physique of the two stallions, that his was a position of politics as much as brute strength. Immediately I respected him for that, putting aside my prejudices for now, trying to view the two before me as sentient beings rather than simply donors. It was difficult for me, let me assure you, but I managed it. Nodding my tiara to him as he introduced himself, my chin bumping against my chest, I absorbed his words with due care. The FrostHearted one questioned me, and I should have expected as much, but as it were, I still had to apply some time to my answer. “Thank you, for the welcome. I am Lotus.” Of nowhere.. I added silently, a sadness creeping over me as the thought of never being able to return home finally settled upon my cranium. And now my fate rested with these stallions.. I pushed the thoughts away for now, my fatigue was making me ponder on dark thoughts too much. I smiled sweetly at the stallion as I constructed my reply for him. “Why, I can bring a feminine influence to this mighty herd of yours.” I spoke lightly, jokingly, not meaning to cause offence. But one must admit that having two stallions recruit you to a herd says something about the female population, doesn’t it? Though my nostrils could detect the faint traces of others within the lands, there was little movement, and the trees certainly didn’t hum with forest life. “My horn is at the service of the herd, to you, King Mauja. Whatever you will have it do, it shall be done. I can also bring my womb sir, and give new, pure life back to the lands.” I spoke more sincerely here, all jokes left behind. The thought of allowing one of another species to touch me in that way made my skin crawl, but only because I knew not what or how they behaved. I wanted to learn more about them, but did not see myself getting anything very thrilling from such research into their existence. Mauja the FrostHeart April 8th, 2012 at 8:44am Mauja listened with interest, his blue gaze never leaving the appealing mare as she spoke. Her answer to his question was of no surprise to the stallion. He expected any newcomer that d'Artagnan brought to him to be one that viewed the Unicorn race as the supreme one. He was not so sure what she meant about bringing a feminine touch to the herd. They had a few mares already in the herd, though he was disappointed in the ones they had. They were all too peaceful, but they were useful. The peaceful beings helped add to the illusion that their herd was a peaceful one. One of his ears tilted back as the mare then said she brought her womb. "I don't know what other herd you've been in, but in this herd a mare's value does not lie merely in her womb." Mauja said. "Should you decide that you want your role to be that of a broodmare then no one will stand in your way. It would be wonderful to have pure foals in the herd. However, should you decide you fancy another job, be it a diplomat or even a warrior, you will not be held back." Lotus April 8th, 2012 at 11:31pm My svelte ears listened to the stallion, the lotus flower switching from my left ear to the right ear. I was surprised by his words, despite my earlier attempts of losing all prejudices, it seems I was still expecting to be treated, well, the way that my herd used to treat stallions once we were done with them. I was suddenly overcome with guilt, for here they stood before me, welcoming me to their lands, and here I stood, meekly trying to act my way through this meeting. Perhaps I didn’t need to act? I smiled gratefully at the stallions, I certainly would not reveal exactly how those of the male gender were treated by my herd, and without the support of my sisters I would not dare myself. Even with the support of my sisters, I had learned a lot in a short amount of time, since Jereh’s death. So many views had been shattered, I was picking up the pieces of my mind slowly, but they were going back into place differently, my viewpoint has been forced to shift. “I thank you once more, King Mauja.” I began, my voice carrying more definition now, the façade of a meek little mare dropping slowly – not completely but slowly. “I am experienced in the ways of planning ambushes and defending myself and my brethren from harm.” I spoke with a confidence that wouldn’t allow them to deny my history. “Should you find these qualities of use, I would happily allow them to be employed, and would join this herd as a warrior. However for now, I would like to find quiet nook to rest my tired bones, if you would be so kind?” My delicate tiara tilted, my bearded chin and leonine tail sweeping to the side in the light, chilly breeze. It would be nice to be done with all these interrogations, and have some time to sort out the mess that was my inner being. Mauja the FrostHeart April 16th, 2012 at 7:04am It boded well for Mauja when the mare finally began to speak with real strength. It, of course, made him wonder why she had not before. He did not like the idea that she had changed herself to try and fit into his herd. It made him wonder briefly if she was a spy sent from another herd, but then he brushed that thought aside. They had not spoken a word of The Plague to her so they had nothing to hide. They would just have to be careful around her until she proved her loyalty. The king found her next statements rather interesting. "Planning ambushes, you say." He murmured more to himself than to her. He was silent for a moment before nodding his head. "It would very much please me to have you as a warrior in our ranks." He smiled warmly at the mare despite his icy appearance. "We need more strong mares such as yourself." Flattery always seemed to make the mares warm up rather quickly. When she spoke of resting Mauja nodded again. "Rest and eat your fill." He said to the mare. "You deserve it." |