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While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Arah - 05-02-2014 - Arah - They had left the northern forest know as The Threshold, finally able to escape the confronting situation Thranduil had placed them all in. Her eyes had trailed along the tall base of the mountains that helped funnel newcomers into the vast land. Behind them Wynter trailed behind, often flying off to hunt game. During this time of the year, the griffin was having no trouble finding food. The sliver doe lead the way, her pace quick yet comfortable as she had made this journey so many times. Each time her eyes would settle on familiar land marks, a sense of relief would roll through her body. Perhaps the feeling of complete safety would never return to her, once she roamed these lands as a confident foreign beauty. Now she moved with purpose and always had her guard up, most of the time that guard was Wynter; today however it was Crash and she felt quite safe in his presence. As the humidity gathered around them, a cool breeze was quick to settle over the quartet that was quickly making their way to The Basin. Perhaps it would storm tonight, Arah picked up the pace a little; hoping both companions would be able to keep up. It had been early morning in The Threshold, yet now it was midday and from the way the sky was slowly darkening, Arah sensed that once night time hit, it would fall over them quickly, shrouding them in darkness. It wouldn't do to try and lead Thranduil down into the Basin at night, it would likely end up in him breaking a few bones. Although she didn't think Crash would have a problem with it. A sense of delight trickled through the bond, Wynter had made a kill and was quickly chocking down the prize as to return to Arah; while shaking her head at the griffin's ability to choke down food glanced towards the new stallion. She did not trust him.Finally they hit the northeast, here lay the crumbled remains of a once mighty mountain range. The doe remembered standing here forging an alliance with the herd who used to reside here. Lakota used to reside within this par of Helovia, but her home had been robbed from her. Now apparently a new herd lurked within the cracked lands, rumour had it (if you were to believe such idiots) that the insane lurked within, unable to control their thirst for blood. Apparently many revolts had already been witnessed within these lands. Yet how could you know for sure? Perhaps they were truly just lies told to make the herd that lived their much more threatening. Still the ivory doe made sure the stay clear from their clearly marked boundaries. Even from a distance one could see the clear waters that rushed in from the bay to pour over the top of the rocks, creating a some of the most splendid and enchanting set of beautiful water falls and crystal clear ponds with pools at various elevations. Arah's golden orbs also observed the sparse forest that dotted the landscape, they clearly would provide a decent shelter from the wind and the elements. Then her eyes moved to study the rocky hills, Arah wondered if they were difficult to traverse save for the sure-footed, but no doubt to those who resided here the well-worn paths would be easy to find, locked away in their memories. An amazing rainbows could be seen bowing across the waters, a promise from the gods. Arah paused for only a moment to watch the way the stunning colours decorating the lands that she knew very little about. Perhaps one day she would be able to have a wonder through the land, the doe began to move again. After some time Arah paused to look around, she was not lost, simply concerned for Wynter as the griffin had not been spotted for quite some time. Cá bhfuil tú? Finally a screech is called through the air, and the slightly blinding sight of Wynter can be seen. The griffin glides down until coming to a stop on Arah's back, with a sigh at the theatrics of her companion, the sliver doe presses on forward. "Wynter, you shouldn't stay away for so long." They had arrived at the northern reach, before them rose the mighty mountains that created The Basin. The range heaved towards the darkening sky, even from this distance the patchwork of snow and stiff dirt could be seen dotting the land. First however it was to be a journey through the sometimes deadly other times stunning Frozen Arch. "You will need to be careful here Thranduil." For the doe knew that the barren terrain had claimed better lives than him. "If you need me to slow just give me a call. Don't rush or you'll trip and snap your neck." The very thought seemed to amuse Wynter, Arah rolled her eyes at the bratty companion. If the two could share thoughts, Arah knew that Wynter would be thinking something along the lines off 'bet you wish you have wings now.' Hence the Griffin's amusement at Arah's statement. The tundra at this time of year had little, bitter and brittle grasses and shrubs. Her golden eyes studied the land as they passed through, snow drifted lightly down onto her back. Her hooves by now knew how to carefully navigate the many loose rocks the were littered across the ground. There was also a constant danger of crumbling boulders, her golden orbs settled on a particular boulder that was promising to crumble untop of them unless they passed quickly. They were lucky to be passing through during a warmer season, in the colder seasons the ice and dirt combined to become slick sheets of danger, and it wasn't unlikely to have to wait out a monstrous snow storm in the chilly caves made by the glaciers and the frosty archways. A blast of wind howled down at them causing Wynter to shrink back and burry herself under Arah's bountiful amounts of locks. Chuckling at her bonded's reaction, Arah pressed on surefooted through the dangerous landscape. Every now and then she would glance over to check on Crash and then Thranduil, she was as subtle as possible about it; sometimes making Wynter peep out of her comfy nest of hair for a moment to check on the stallions that walked with them. Finally they were spat out from the Frozen arch. Pausing to looking upon the Basin, the doe smiled, eager to finally return back to her children. "Seiceáil orthu le haghaidh dom." The griffin spread her wings and took flight over The Basin, looking for Asch and Arwen and then would hopefully find either Deimos or Illynx. To the west of the narrow exit that was the Frostbreath Steppe, was the range of mountains preserved with white snow. But Arah only had eyes for The Basin, it always looked magical to the doe, it had been her home from day one. Year round, the Basin's lands were covered in permafrost, constantly making it seem that winter was trapped within the mountains. A narrow mountain pass lead to a small, hidden valley and Arah started towards this path now. Confidence carried her forward, it only took a couple of minutes until they were traveling down the path and heading into The Basin. "We are blessed with a lake that never freezes. You should definitely visit the lake at night when it reflects the night's sky, which is often filled with colorful aurora borealis." Her vocals were soft, quiet yet they traveled through the gentle wind back to the new stallion. "The tundra grasses grow thick and lush here, you'll never grow hungry. Often snow melts to reveal the warm earth beneath." Her golden orbs rose to the tall mountains that offered protection from the harsh, winter winds. Then they skittered down to the shallow caves that dotted the sides; she knew one of them was offering shelter for her daughters. "We also have a large, natural hot spring steams. You will find that it is a welcome reprieve." The doe herself planned to visit the springs as soon as the meeting and welcome was over. "Though what is perhaps our most treasured feature is a the glass mirror. It can be found resting against the wall of a cave, although no reflection can be seen when gazed upon." Finally her hooves hit the ground that was The Basin. Sighing Arah closed her eyes and inhaled a breath of relief. @[Deimos] | @[Illynx] | @[Crash Course] | @[Thranduil] Joining/welcoming thread for Thranduil, need a lead to officially accept him. Permission granted to write Wynter finding/guiding you if you wish. <3 Hawk - Tried to give you as much info about the lands we passed as I could, just so you have a general idea of where they passed through and what kind of land Thranduil now lives in! :D Kissing the Frozen Flowers RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Thranduil - 05-02-2014 RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Deimos - 05-04-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Arah - 05-16-2014 - Arah - As The Reaper approached, Arah bowed her head respectfully. "Lord Deimos." Still sure that she did not trust the golden hued stallion she had arrived with, the doe crossed through the light snow that covered the ground, coming to stand next to Deimos. Finally the call of her bonded reached her ears, the griffin sailed through the air and landed on the ground next to her. "Thank you Wynter." Choosing not to add anything else to her Lord's questions, Arah now stood quietly watching the features on Thranduil deceiving face. Narrowing her golden eyes, the ivory doe waited for him to (hopefully) respectfully answer The Reaper's question. For in the end, Deimos would know about his little show in the Threshold. Keeping the herds best interests at heart, the doe could not just let anyone be accepted into the herd. Especially the herd where her daughters lived. Yet first Deimos would scour and search the Thranduil, while this happened she would watch and wait for him to slip up or pretend to be something her wasn't. From his display during their first meeting, Arah did not believe that he was fit to live within The Basin. Yet at the same time, that was not her call to make; she was not The Lady of The Basin. The thoughts she had on possible recruits would not always be shared among her leaders. Wynter spread her wings and gently landed onto Arah's back. Height wise her companion was standing just below her knees and was growing fast. It was starting to become obvious that her bratty bonded was going to be quite a large specimen. Getting comfortable on Arah's back, Wynter finally laid down; during the griffin's entire theatrics however Arah paid her no mind. Magical eyes still trained on Thranduil she waited for her moment of opportunity. Bringing him had been the beginning of her fight to show him that underneath all his bravo and male ego, she believed that she knew exactly what he was. Pressing her lips together, the doe remained silent and watchful. Ever watchful. Kissing the Frozen Flowers RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Thranduil - 05-18-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Crash Course - 05-18-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Deimos - 05-18-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Illynx - 05-20-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Arah - 06-06-2014 - Arah - Lady Illynx arrived to the party just after Deimos had dismissed Thranduil. Arah's eyes watched her Lady and offered her a sweet smile in greeting. Ever since Illynx had welcomed Arah and her babes back into The Basin, the doe had felt a certain adoration towards the golden hued Lady. "My Lady." The Lady's sharp voice rings out, Arah turned back to Thranduil as she spoke and allowed Illynx's words to wash over her. 'Ní dócha go' Sighing in frustration, the doe wondered in Thranduil would indeed be welcomed into the basin in the end. Arah had only brought back the trouble maker as she did not feel it was her position to turn away possible recruits, yet now she was coming to regret that decision. Especially as it seemed that Illynx wanted too...what? Give him a chance? Put him on probation. As if sensing Arah's growing discomfort in the growing situation, the griffin seemed to become unsettled in her sleep. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, the doe attempted to settle her emotions. When she looked back towards Illynx she felt calmer and ready to face any situation that presented itself. Her eyes turned to study Deimos and then in turn Crash, a expressionless mask covered her face. Did Illynx really just call them arrogant fools? Or was she merely saying that their behaviour reflected such? A nervous tremor rolled down her back, but her eyes now came to rest momentarily on Thranduil. Her Lady then flips her nose in an extravagant way almost in defiance, dark locks splayed through the air before resettling across the bridge of her beautiful features. Feeling the golden eyes of Illynx resting on her, Arah turned to look back at her Lady once again. Bowing her head in respect the doe was humbled by the show of faith in her, both Deimos and Illynx seemed to listen to her thought and opinions. She did not wish to let either of them down. The question posed to her was one that Arah considered to be dangerous. The mask crumbled and a frown formed on her delicate features, she looked over at Thranduil. Pausing to consider her answer, Arah one again studied the specimen in front of her. "Well." Turning to Illynx she smiled. "When I first spotted him in The Threshold I saw a lot of raw potential." The doe did not doubt The Basin's ability to teach respect and who to fill a role. "I thought he might make a good recruit and so I offered him a visit to The Basin." Then she frowned, her magic sparking to light inside her. "Then he...turned, My Lady. Became wicked and thoughtless. Attempted to begin and include Crash and I in a scuffle." Her eyes rested on on Illynx still. "I brought him here for judgement, he has potential but I do not believe he will respect you or Lord Deimos." Kissing the Frozen Flowers [Skip Crash.] RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Thranduil - 06-09-2014 Moron. Gold chest inhaled slowly, Spanish head turned to the brute. It had been mongrel, you’re the moron. There were bigger problems though. The golden’s welcoming was being turned into a stage show to laugh upon the twin horned. And Thranduil did not laugh. He burned. Tasseled tail began to flick at the tip, but the rest of the remained still, with earth eyes following the damned brute. Inside though heart began to pound a terrible deep beat and it roared in the golden’s ears. Breaths were drawn slow and careful as if a ticking bomb lay beneath that dorsal stripe on his back. Though face was kept placid and smooth remembering its previous warnings, those earth eyes turned darker. Not a hard glare, he knew who else was watching, but he could not hide all of the growing anger. Harks pinned as the brute stepped closer, golden lips thinned as he took a stab at the golden neck. Gold head rose and twisted, but body held ground. Pressing in the brute prodded, scuffing off some golden hairs. Teeth ground as the tail lashed low and hit the gold’s hocks. He held his gaze on that damned brute though, mind raging at the hypocrisy. In all honestly his rage is not completely understood for Thranduil himself is a known hypocrite. For instance, the clown was only showing off what the golden son had done to the lass in the Threshold. No, it was not just what this brute was saying that caused the flames to burn so bright and hot in that golden chest. That golden son had been a flashy son at the top of his craft. He had waltz and nearly never before laughed at. He made the jokes. He had always caused the laughs. Oh but two years alone had apparently shaken groundings. The stallion had slipped and without a clear perspective had fumbled the game. That golden son had made a mistake. And it burned in him. At last, the damned brute reserved and shut his own wide open hole of a mouth. Still, eyes did not leave that brute, rage burning too hot underneath a rather smooth exterior. Dark vocals cut in. It seeps across with the tones of a sentencing and funeral wrapped into one. The earth eyes are reluctant to move from one they wanted so badly to bury, but this was not about that damned stallion. No need. Tail lashed, and eyes narrowed. Talents years in the making reduced to a ‘flapping mouth’. Teeth pressed against each other, then he might want to investigate his lieutenant if that was a qualification. Jaw tight, yet breath draws. He was not about to…. He did. Storm let loose under the gold skin and it ragged against the stone and iron walls of the stallion’s levee of a mask. Keeping the rage tucked away it only stood solid. Jaw let loose and harks disappeared beneath those twin horns and tassels. Earth eyes now look out as hard as rock, too keep the emotions below well hid. Oh but they ragged and lashed. The golden hadn’t really wanted to come to this particular land. Cold wind blew across the gathering, but felt its biting bitterness no longer for he was ablaze. Born of sand and heat, and this place was a frozen graveyard of souls. Yet to be denied loaned the desire for entry. It was not that the brute felt he should have a welcome everywhere he walked, the golden son should just be able to speak his way through. Like those council meetings of old. Yes, yes, those council meetings. The real fun was not in chatting of the other daughters, but slipping into those locked walls. Rage focused. Seconds ticked. Mind was forming its words and actions. He would get in this damned land if just to have the satisfaction, of denying it to the di-colored brute. Hooves. A new mare announces her presence with a snide remark. One hark swings forward. That was a rather tart way to address a lord, unless he holds no sway over her…. At her toe a young one trails and the golden finds he cannot look at it long. Now was not the time. Regardless, this gold bladed dark mare sweeps up to the group with an air of being above their heated moment. A cool breeze. It works slightly. She was halting his immediate banishment. The gold marked woman had the floor. Fire burning hard and bright pauses in curiosity and confusion. The mare was working in his favor, but to what end. Now this mare thought as he. Fire resolved to embers. She was buying him excuses and time, but who was she? The gold crowned had a hand in his decision, could call the one beside her an arrogant fools, and toss about herself an air of invincibility. The swan spoke up for the first time, with most helpful information. This, was the lady. Gold dusted eyes glance to the swan. In his rage the youth had forgetten she had yet to speak. Clarity brings more thoughts. The lady is trusts the swan. Both harks lean forward as she settles her gaze back on the golden coat. Having not heard his name. A warning. Sneer and snide slip from her and worm into him. She was giving him what he needed, but the gold blade was just as devilish as them all. Everyone had to get in their laugh didn’t they. The golden boy could forgive her for that though, after all, the lady was doing much for him. So pensively, with a tightness, the golden volunteered with a slightest dip of his head, “Thranduil.” The dark lady must find qualification though, so she turned to the swan. Harks lean back, as the princess paints a picture, and her recounting of the story makes the golden lean back with an in roll at the exaggerations and misrepresentations these two were counting. While she did it was more tact than the brute he could no longer stand these ignorant fools. He’d had enough of it. Mind had shifted and shaped while the gold blade and swan bought him time. If it was to be judgment day the golden son was not about to be buried as a flapping mouth two year old. (Though he appreciated the comment on his wickedness, at least his epitaph would hint at something prideful.) Head rose and eyes alighted less of stone stare to mimic, the gold blade’s lighter air. “Pardon me lord and lady, but I am do not like to be judged by strangers after only a moment’s conversation. And I’m having a terrible time these translations, so allow me to search for clarifications.” Earth eyes slipped from them to the swan who stood beside them. Lips hid the slightest hint of curl. In its full form it might has resembled the lady’s only moments ago, but he resisted as much as he could. “Dear swan, I am no thoughtless brute. The lass with the false glass horn was about to be eaten for supper by your friend. You don’t have to have a flapping mouth to speak threats.” Head tipped to that damned brute before back to her. She still held a nice figure, pleasing to say the least, even with those scars, but he also knew her to have intended to bring him for only judgment and mockery, when she promised welcome. Furthermore, she thought she knew enough to see through him, but unless she could read minds, that swan knew oh so little. “I also protest the request for a scuffle. As my coat will tell you I’m not a warhawk. It’s a skill that’s very rough at the current moment, and I’m not stupid enough to wave dagger at any sword fight.”He slipped to a grin. It was coming easier now. Gaze slipped back to the dark ice lord, and his more like minded lady. If he ever got in this herd, he’d have to thank her. “I do plead that I am guilty of m’lady’s explanation though, when in Helovia do as the Helovians do? I plead also you find no blame in my reading what was plainly on Crash Course’s face.” Hesitating, with more consideration. “However, ignorance can be replaced by wisdom, but my talents will last.” Eyes narrowed but lips showed more a grin. “Some may win some by keeping quiet and that is a keen skill I’m working on, but words are just as dangerous.” Though he did not enjoy giving this long speech, it was showing himself too much but the golden’s favorite part was coming up. “Oh, I can destroy with a small meeting, and create it back up again a not a day later. I can make tangled webs faster than spiders themselves, and clear then with a flick of my tail.” Head mocked seriousness. “True, as an outsider you may not ask of me obedience, but as you may notice I’m not outside.” Grin regained and shoulders shrugged. “Think of only of this past incident as an audition of some of the talents I can bring to you, to serve you both.” Body straightened, hoof stepped forward, eyes kept on the dark lord’s. “For hounds are tamer under a masters’ hand, than running loose and wild beyond his and her door.” He side glanced to the golden blade, then retired himself, took his step back, his speech done. Rage once flared had, like heat to a jeweler’s furnace, been given purpose. It no longer flashed out but focused on the bottom of the pot and melted the metal to liquid gold. Craft it as you will. OOC :: Yeah! I'm so excited to keep this going. XD Also I'm so sorry for the length, there's just so much he would be thinking about, and feeling. So to help out: SUMMARY :: He stands still, with hidden inner rage. Then just read the speech. "speech" Finding gates bared and locked The golden burned in his own fire. Oh but if the fire could be caught, And take the golden for hire. Choose wisely on a flame this hot, Before it all becomes dire. RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Illynx - 06-11-2014
RE: While We Sleep [Welcoming] - Thranduil - 06-25-2014 Oh that golden lady was cold in her stare, but she was hotter, and more wicked than the fires of hell. Her smile pauses upon her face with the ease of an old painting. The golden though doubted she was that still and at peace for she had shown that her mind worked just as his. It gained her respect. More so than what the dark devil of a lord possessed at the moment. Of course, respect in the smallest type, as a comrade, never an equal. Still, the feeling, the golden boy thought, would allow this transition and mask to hold ever the easier. The golden was watching her close, and saw her hark flick at upon mention of the painted glass equine, but he considered no more than simple listening. At that time he had still been talking his way in. When the golden brute spun the last thread and retired at his peace he waited. Harks forward and earth eyes swimming of chocolate to entice. The lady speaks first. Oh how smooth the golden blade rolls over the rough rocks that this conversation had become. Between her and the twin horned, this could be a regular conversation on an old southern porch. Sipping lemonade, and rocking in the slight breeze. Yes, that was a much nicer image than standing in the hell that froze over this god forsaken wasteland. Much nicer than the cold wind than blew up his coat. At least he felt none of it. His rage, though molded and shaped, curved and refined was still just as poisoned and deadly. That is, until she spoke her ease. A fine decision. The flicking tail, slowed and head rose slightly. She paid respects to the swan and the golden son, to ease them. Was she really pleased, or simply planning her own schemes? Time will tell. Still though, in the spirit of the gold dusted lady his lips curved in a civil modest grin, just like those fake ones spun on those southern porches. The lady speaks. Smiling as she damns the glass horned. It seems fate favored the one which choose to walk up to that small meeting in the Threshold, that it should be Abishia, one hated by the lady. The golden son counted closely how much of a bit of luck it was. The lady though reminded him though, that it was only luck. Her warning was short, but firm. She was praising him, but also daring him to do it again. It gained a small dip from the leaf starred head. And as if in an act of what would befall him if such situation ever did arise she nearly damns the painted clown to hell. Earth eyes dance slightly at this seeming justice, however twisted it was. Oh yes, he liked this lady. Smile never wavered as the threat rolled from her to that brute. He may stay. Breathe of the rage before exhales in satisfaction. Then an invitation to the lady, nah, his lady’s side once he settles. The golden’s grin is warm and pleasant, hiding the deeper satisfaction and vainness. True, as stated before this was not what he had wanted, but worming his way past two negative witnesses, well that lended too much of a challenge to pass up. Besides, the accomplishment was a much needed assurance that those skills so long ago learned still lay hidden. True he had told his lady of his talents, and perhaps the honesty would lead to thoughts of assurity and openness, but think not that the golden son would hesitate in unleashing the twisted snakes and spiders held back by his tongue. Though this recent encounter with one so like himself, did resolve the release date to a little later. For now, it was time to win acceptance, gain respect, and take friendships. Then he would burn them all to hell. For the golden did find peace with this golden blade, but it would not keep her safe. Her title held little threat to him. In the end she was just as he. She ate her grass, and walked just as he did. Any army or powers she might possess did not seem above his ability to run should the situation require. Rage was gone, and cold was still bellowing in. Without that inner fire alight and ablaze, it gold body gave way and even shivered. Mind turned and twisted. The smile placed so pleasantly let forth words just as smooth and sweet as his lady’s. “No offense taken at all, but the cold welcome has left me rather frozen over.” The golden son commended himself on the play of words. Tail began to swing low again. “So, while I graciously accept the offer my lady and look forward to joining you here in the mountains, I beg you excuse me till the sun reaches this land a bit more, and my heat seeking body can ease more into its icey walls.” Head dipped again, earth eyes looking up to her, and her alone. “Know though, I will serve and keep your word. At your service, my golden lady.” For all her seeming wit, that the golden and bay mare knew not what creature she just let slip through the door. OOC :: I guess this is the end? He'll goes south till summer comes just so I can work everything into the time line. Also, can one of you let me know how to get him all 'fitted' in? I have no idea. ;P "speech" Open the door to the night, But beware you also open to fright. |