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You have to cross the line - Official - 06-09-2012 Archibald March 12th, 2012 at 7:15pm The behemoth was getting used to living here. Frostfall's grasp had barely reached it, and the massive draft loved that. His white hooves were growing familiar with the area as he patrolled it daily, on a constant search for the rest of his family. If Mandrake was seperated from the group, with her age, Archibald didn't know how long the mare would make it. Vincent was a survivor, and would find his family..Wilder, on his own, he didn't even want to think about. The pegasus was battle torn and once strong, but he was also creeping up in age. His other brothers would be fine. They were young, and they had enough sense to make it through on their own. Really, more than anyone, his heart rested on the thoughts of Vincent. The dark figure moved on, trotting carefully as the ground shook below him with each of his giant steps. The foothills reminded him greatly of the Woodlands, a place he had spent most of his life. He honestly loved it here, these surroundings fitting him well. The beauty of the hills were unmatched in Archibald's mind. He hoped Evers and his other family would see his decision as wise as he did, and that they would adjust well. Mesir March 13th, 2012 at 11:00am My place in the herd as a Dawn Runner has carried me over borders and into unfamiliar territory. Here the ground is heavy and dark; frozen in dark patches by frostfall and no comfort beneath the weary hoof. Here shadows fall like snow, tainting the land and hiding the light of the Sun. My form is more suited to the open air of the Dragon's Throat and the windswept plains that branch from its central lake. This land is a dark one, where other gods and their worshippers dwell. I grow more wary with each light footed tread, which is ever ceasing as I pause to make my mark on the shadows. My soft mane lies flat along the arch of my neck, for no winds stir these forests. It is almost warm- when normally I would take comfort in this, I am irked in the time of winter. My eyes, a bright blue that pierce through the shadows, have failed to adjust to the new environment thus far, so I am made aware of the dark figure in the woods belatedly, and first by sound. He is a giant- standing tall above me, with his massive, pillar built form seeming ominous as it is shrouded in the color of the moon god. Black- a wretched mark that I'm ashamed to even carry in my mane. Still his form is attractive and strong, and marks of the Sun interrupt the cloak of shadow that is his pelt. I tilt my head with light curiosity and step forward cautiously, all the time aware that I am an intruder here, and that my purpose is to gather information for the order and the herd. "Greetings," I call out smoothly, my bright tones recalling the Sun's energy itself. In the darkness, where there is no light but that that slips through the trees, my beauty is slightly veiled, and the mark across my cheek sits dull and tired. The smattering of Sunlight that filters through the trees barely affects my body as my magic extends to absorb the brightness. I feel strange here, as if my own god cannot see me. I feel almost vulnerable shielded from his sight. Archibald March 13th, 2012 at 8:56pm The warriors senses brought his attention to the approacher, his whole body stopping on command from his keen ears. With a short snort the behemoth turned on solid hooves, pinpointing the source of the sound. Lifting his head, Archibald trotted towards her. The black beast stood like a skyscraper, towering over the small mare. Looking down on her with golden eyes he spoke cooly and precisely "What brings you to these lands, mare?" Archibald thought her odd. He didn't know of many horses that would walk blatantly into claimed territory. She could easily be killed, didn't she know that? Archibald's brows furrowed some, chin lifting to show his superiority to the mare. Archibald's warrior-ness never stopped. He was a dedicated fellow, and he would follow the laws and protect this land with his entire heart. The juggernaut would demolish any that stepped in his way or thought of hurting his family. Even here, now, these lands and its inhabitants were his family. He didn't understand this mare, so willingly waltzing into another territory. She smelled of the land where he had initially come to Helovia, so maybe she was a rogue or an outcast. Traces of scents filled his nose, Ra, the king of another herd, was prominent. Maybe she was in his herd, he didn't know. All of his instincts told him to chase her out, to teach her a lesson to keep off of other territory unless invited; however, he knew Gossamer would not appreciate that. Mesir March 18th, 2012 at 12:31pm I am no small creature, but the beast before me is massive. I can't help but be mildly intimidated by him as he draws closer; after all, he holds the appearance of a disciple of the night, and I suspect the inclinations of one as well. His massive hoofbeats strike the earth and leave me standing alone in the cold of this unfamiliar land, shuddering against my better judgement. Each shiver is an instinct that I cannot control but wish so desperately I could hide- as his voice rings out, commanding and firm, my heart is pressed firmly against my chest. My lips part as if to speak again, but I realize I have nothing clear to say in response. He's asked me what I'm doing here, and I'm not about to tell him the truth, but I've never been one that loved to lie. "Simply the beauty of the woods," I say softly, cleanly, omitting the full truth and leaving him with only a part of the fact. It is true that I am here to examine the surroundings, and understand how those of the foothills can live in such shade. To call it beauty, however... that is a stretch. My blue eyes pierce through the dim to find his golden ones that are so like the glorious Sun itself. There's a tender warmth in them that I can't help but be reassured by- some of my fear subsides, some of the nervous tension leaves my stance. My feathery black tail whips across my hindquarters in a graceful show of confidence and my chin lifts ever so slightly; partly as a nod of respect to the stallion before me, and yet also as a sign of my own inner strength. I take a few comfortable steps closer to the handsome beast of the night and let my gaze drop from his and trace the path of the feeble light upon the ground. "I presume these lands are your own?" I ask with a light and easy curiosity, expecting him to be of some sort of esteemed rank. If he isn't, he surely will be soon- he has potential that anyone could see. If he weren't so clearly suspicious and firmly loyal to... something, whatever it is, I've yet to discern that, I'd tell him of the order. But I have a suspicion it would do no good to preach the word of the Sun to him- I fear my prayers would fall on deaf ears. Gossamer the Benevolent March 20th, 2012 at 3:21am A pearlescent white figure crests the hill which rests above the speaking pair. She had been grazing when the tense tendrils of thought had floated to her upon the wind. They had been filled with anger and Lazulli had flown off to scout, enjoying his new activity after so many years in loneliness with just Indy and Enna. His report was not encouraging,"There is the big one and another, strange smelling, who is like a seedy snake on hunt.". The last bit particularly was of interest to her. It seemed that her first spy had entered her borders. It was both scary and exhilarating all at once. She knew what she must do, but the thought did not appeal to her. She did not like being rude, she wanted to welcome everyhorse, but if that horse sought to destroy what she created she couldn't let them in could she? She steadied herself mentally for what was to come, strength and power were what was needed to show whatever herd this mare belonged to that the land she ruled was strong. Granted, if the mare had met Archibald she might already know that fact. She stood, downwind, for those few moments while Lazulli flew above her on the brisk, but pleasant, wind. His chiming was slightly joyous at the thought of some drama but try as she might, Gossamer could not share her bonded's glee. It was her strongest desire that every horse could live in peace, to worship the Gods Three with equal praise, and to be caring to all. The reminder that this was not always possible was difficult for her. She threw a word to the gods and then set off at a quiet, elegant canter. It was not long before her shining form emerged from among the trees. She was pure elegance floating upon the wind as the jeweled filaments of her mane and tail floated about her in a cloud with her every step. Her floating stride showed her breeding with its elegance and care. Her very steps exuded grace. Her expression was kind but strong and the air about her held a feel of quiet power, of strength. Her balletic stride came to a halt in which she seemed not to stop, but to flow into a gentle halt at her warrior's side. "Nay, these lands are governed by me. This strong stallion is one of my warriors and I am Gossamer, Chieftess of the Windtossed Foothills." Her voice held no friendly note as it had been when she had spoken to Boltar. It was kind and calming, certainly not scary, but the grace and authority it held left one hard pressed to ignore rather than feeling welcome. The mare smelled of Ra, that despicable crazy stallion, and she would not put it past him to send out a spy. She began work quickly and gazed intently at the devious mare, as if considering her character, while she thrust an invisible tendril into the corridors of Mesir's mind. She did so in a way that the mare would not know what was happening, lest she discern it from Gossamer's words. The thoughts confirmed her suspicions that the mare was a spy, Lazulli had been right, and also that she belonged to Ra. Which really was a shame as he was supposed to be an ally equine herd. How sad that he thought sending spies was better that diplomacy, another sign of the negative side horses could possess. When she had all she needed, Gossamer withdrew from the mares mind with a sigh, and spoke in the same tone she had used before, "Now, I have been honest to you but, my dear, you have not I'm afraid." With a decisive turn of her head she focused her gaze upon her gargantuan warrior, "Archibald, please see that this mare makes it out of our borders and does not wander or enter again. Tell her no more of our lands for this mare is a spy." Then she returned her gaze to the unwelcome intruder and spoke once more, her gaze firm but not cruel, "Though you are not evil at heart, I cannot allow a dishonest spy to cross our borders. Should you chose to leave the place you spy for, truly leave, you shall be welcome and find a kind herd. Until then, you shall not cross my borders with a single hoof again" Her voice was not malicious, she doubted it ever truly could be, but she made sure the authority and seriousness of her words resounded from her throat. The clear, smooth voice echoing ever so slightly. She made sure that none of her words were specific enough to glean directly that she was a mind reader. She could merely have discerned it from the mare's stance or from any other number of things. This thought made her happy for she had done better than before with Archibald and Evers, rusty from lack of communication, and proved she could easily handle her own. She raised her head and gazed sternly upon this lost mare. Another one of Ra's delinquent believers in the singular sun god. Laughable, all gods existed and all should be equal, just like every horse. But she could not be blamed for being led astray, only Ra held that blame. {ooc: OMG, sooo long, I'm sorry. I didn't even realize it until I was done.lol} Archibald April 6th, 2012 at 5:15pm Archibald would've replied to the mare without hesitation had the lead mare not shown her presence. He was fine with her taking over the speech because it meant he didn't have to, and that suited Archibald well. The dark, silent knight-- that was Archibald. His presence was to be seen and not heard until it needed to be, his power spoke enough for him. The stallion's body had its own way of saying what he needed to. He let his golden eyes rest on the chestnut mare, watching for signs of aggression towards his Chieftess, ready to defend her because of his loyalty to her ranks. His tail flicked about behind him, waiting for Gossamer to be done with whatever she had to say. He took a step towards Mesir with her command, trying to push the mare away from the leader. "You heard her." He bellowed, lowering his head and sweeping it towards the chestnut in a shooing gesture. He kept his mind closed, reining in straying thoughts to keep them away from his leader. His mind was his own and it would always stay that way. His thoughts were the only thing he truly owned, and no one would take them without permission. |