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sing it like a hummingbird - Mauja - 06-01-2015
i am the vanguard of your destruction
It was time. Well, to be fair, it was past time, but it seemed to be one of those things—he didn't see Torleik for a while (patrols, having a life, recruiting—you name it), or he just plain didn't feel like it, or he contemplated throwing himself off the cliff and leaving the Black King to deal with it, or he was busy chasing Nyx on a dark night, or.. pretty much anything. So, calling the herd together hadn't gotten done, and he was still in the dark about who they even lived with.. what that remained of the previous inhabitants—things he had to tear down for his own peace of mind, signs of Mirage to smash, and, and— It was a restless fire burning in his chest, flickering and eating away... Licking along the edges of his conscious mind—I have a heart—and slowly reshaping whatever glacier that lay thick and dormant in his soul. But now, it was finally time, and it was time for all of the Edge to know their new regency—the Black King and the White Queen. Because by the stars he was tired of being a "King". Being a Queen was so. Much. Better. "World's Edge!" he cried into the snowflakes and the trees, the chilling fog creeping between bare trunks and crawling over the unbroken expanse of snow as the sun came up above the horizon—rays of light striking the topmost layer of crystals and setting the whole world a-glitter, and he's reminded of the love he holds for this season. "Gather, for our first Thing!" And his light, clear voice rang through their home, pulling at bones, whispering in souls, and even if they could not hear him they would know in their hearts that they had been called—and he stood there, illuminated by the pale rising sun, and waited. [ Mandatory herd meeting for the Edge herd! Because it's too far back for me to comfortable back-date to when we were newly elected this happens now, so any member who joined or started their Threshold threads before June 1st may participate :) If you're still in the Threshold but intent on joining the Edge, please PM myself or Red/Torleik and we'll work it out for you! Please try to keep posts shorter than 500 words. Next round starts on Saturday, 6th. If you are not absent nor have discussed a plausible reason with myself and/or Red and fail to post before the meeting is over, you will be moved to Outcast. Thank you! <3 ] RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Nyx - 06-01-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Thor - 06-01-2015
codes by whit RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Tembovu - 06-02-2015 Tembovu
Cold. Blast cold. Curse cold. The elephant was plodding along, sinking in the snow, leaving large hoof-prints to mark where he had been. His trail was left along the edges of the Edge- though he left some room between him and the drop off, uncertain if the cliffs would hold his weight. Silvered buckskin coat had grown longer and thicker than it had ever been. But it was still no match for the cold. He was not meant a cold weather creature, despite his size. But thank goodness for his size- for that bulk and insulation is what kept him warm enough to not leave. Ears flick towards the call of a familiar voice- it must be Mauja. “‘First Thing?’” What a technical and specific summoning. Grouchy thoughts drift through the white, and he turns his mass to walk towards the meeting. He knew if he cantered- or at least trotted- it would warm him up. He snorted contrarily to the thought, then picked up the slowest of jogs. Luckily his large size meant long strides, or he might have not gotten to the meeting until next year. Approaching that two already gathered, he saw a tall, slender mare of striking black and white shivering next to a lion. He also saw another titan- it seemed large stallions were aplenty here- with a coat so shaggy that he felt warmer just looking at it. “What I’d give to have your coat, good man,” his deep rumble lacked the good nature that normally accompanied all his words. Indeed, his face, also, lacked the humor and good-will that usually warmed it. He stopped his jog next to the shivering mare- unconsciously sharing his great bulk and radiating heat with her. Though he did not do it purposefully, misery attracts misery. A thick layer of white snow blanketed his broad back and sat at the base of his thick horn. He nodded a greeting to Mauja and the mare, and waited. There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Alysanne - 06-02-2015
table by Sevin <3 RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Myrrine - 06-02-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Elsa - 06-03-2015 Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine. Things were looking up, no matter how small the angle. Any upward movement would be embraced, so she stuck around. The two kings weren't entirely against her staying, that was at least a small incline. Majua called out again, and she was beginning to think of him as the loudmouth. It wasn't a bad quality per se, but that didn't make him any less loud. A group seemed to assimilate into a ball then. Each individual trickling in to gather around the two kings. Elsa opted for the fringes, still unsure of where she sat on the welcome scale. Everyone that had gathered at the present moment, she did not know. Only one spoke their name was the one called Alysanne. It was odd being in a gathering of strangers.
For some reason, she had at least expected one familiar face to return. Rostislav, Kiara, December, Cashmere.. Oxy. Someone. Yet instead she was drowning in a sea of strange faces and scents. There was not a shred of home... her past.. left. A knot formed in her throat, choking her for a moment before releasing. She had to let go, if they truly wanted her, they would come back. Someone would come. Edgar to shifted uncomfortably on her head, the lack of social interaction was wreaking havoc on his mental state. Lets just hope that this meeting brings some friendships, or at least acquaintances, into fruition. Otherwise, they would truly be back at square one, and that square was not easy to get out of. RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Snö - 06-03-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Ophelia - 06-03-2015 I'll follow you out of the dark I tried it my way but I keep fallin' apart Ophelia arrived late, having wanted to greet the other herds and ensure her good graces with the other leads after resigning formally from the Aurora Basin. Naturally, her temper had gotten the best of her, Deimos’ words miming the ever dissatisfied Paladin. She had snapped, laughing haughtily at the stupidity of his decision, but if she had stayed in the Basin, she would have not made it to the first meeting of the herds. Perhaps this was fortuitous then. Mauja call had grabbed her attention as she sought Torleik in the trees, musing that there had to be a way to find everything. Honestly, she missed her cave in all its privacy and isolation. Maybe one day she would get used to these trees, but memories, filled with darkness, lived here. Everyone here was a strange, and she had been the spear point of the enemy for some time. Cautiously, she approached, strange, dual colored eyes dancing wildly among the unfamiliar faces. The pale princess stayed on the edges of the meeting, quiet and unassuming. Torleik had not yet arrived, and thus she had no body to place herself against. She and Elsa had possibly come to an understanding, but they were hardly friends. Sno was here, and Ophelia liked her well enough, but again, they were hardly friends. Phi had not felt so alone before. Surrounded by nothing but mountains and snow was far more comfortable than this, and she stared down at her hooves, Tinek lounging on her back and grabbing at one of her silver, enchanted charms that was woven in her mane. Mauja called the meeting a thing, and she listened, waiting to hear what information was needed before leaving the strangeness of this new world. [Awk Phi is awk] RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Ayelet - 06-03-2015 THROW ME IN A LANDFILL -- DON'T THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES silently, her body moves and dances with a delicate rhthym, weight shifting as she ambled towards the meeting called forth by the night and frost, alabaster and deep ebony entwined in heirarchy. she felt the soft pull, familiar and comforting to her as she wove through the towering pines, ancient beings leaning in to forge a well-worn path, twisting and winding through the evergreens. "nos es accersitus." to her heart's delite, she laid eyes upon the man, the gelu rex rgis, the one she'd met only a time before. she still cherished the unspoken bond, the one she knew even he was not aware of, something sacred to her as she watched gentle flakes catch in the battering lashes of the many gathered. an odd few they were, an unexprected bunch of unique beings, all capable of their own doings. fear welled within her soul, reassured from the curiosity of her nightwing. approaching one of the few familiar to her, the blessed gives a bow of her porcelain crown, eyes riding up the alabaster features of the rutilus regina, intimidated by the elegance of the woman. a feeling of inferiority consumes her, wrapping her up and tearing away what shred of comfort she had held before, realizing that even this precious lady would fail to recognize the petite crystalline doe, that she had been so insignificant and shut out, left behind while every familiar face she'd grown to see day to day had been torn from her weak grasp post invasion. how pathetic a sight, something so precious and fragile and no one would even remember her name, the thing she had never spoken to any. it was a name kept locked away, pushed back to the furthest reaches of her broken soul, left to collect dust while she wept tearlessly in the silent nights, frater luna watching over her in her quiet solitude. moving on, she presents herself to Mauja, gelu rex rgis, she dips her head, murmuring a greeting that felt right rolling from the echoing chamber of her body. "plures nox noctis, frater." she murmurs in greeting, looking up to him with a small smile that barely every surfaced, the silken lavender cape that fell from her shoulders swept over her back, settling there and grazing the ground as she left the ivory to his own thoughts. for. -- words. 390 notes. -- credit. thanks to seth cohen. at caution. RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Torleik - 06-04-2015 T
O R L E I K Black ears flicked back when he heard Mauja's voice boom out to gather for their first Thing and bubbling anger rippled the formerly still, numb surface of his soul. Who the fuck did Mauja think he was to call a herd meeting without bothering to at least inform the Bloodskald about it beforehand? What if he couldn't make it? What if he was away on other business? He did have other things to take care of, loose ends to tie up. Polkadotted bastard. Grumbling to himself, still somewhat sore from his most recent spar, Torleik weaved his way through the trees, eyes searching for Ophelia. Her form wasn't hard to spot, and he made sure to pass her, giving a small touch to her shoulder, as he went. Irelyn, banished from his roughed up back for the moment, glided above and settled nearby on the low branches of a tree. "How magnanimous of you to warn your fellow leader about an impending herd meeting," he growled under his breath, affixing the white queen with a decidedly displeased glare. "Will you be doing all the talking, too?" Words, only for his currently in the shithouse partner to hear, the expression and manner in which he delivered them disappearing from his demeanor as he turned to face their small herd. And it was small. So few hirdmenn. That was all right. It was better to have a small, tight-knit, active community than some sprawling, diffuse band of roving strangers. Still. A warm pressure strained his heart, thinking that his mother would be so proud to see him now, a leader, a true king. "Hail, members of the World's Edge! I am Torleik, and I am your king!" The statement was true - Mauja was a damn queen. And it was not his job to announce a ruler who couldn't bother to communicate before a major event. RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Naerys - 06-04-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Leeka - 06-05-2015
- table by Niki - RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Mauja - 06-06-2015
i am the vanguard of your destruction
[ @[Evangeline], @[Glasgow], @[Jahzara]! Sorry everyone for totally obliterating my own word count limit. ] One by one, they came out of the woodwork. Nyx, calling him Queeny; Thor, noticing Torleik's absence by his side. Tembovu settling next to him, and someone he did not know—a Pegasus mare introducing herself as Alysanne, and asking if he was their new King. Singular, masculine. While he nodded to them all in greeting, his snowy shoulders heaved in a kind of shrug at her question. Next was Myrrine, precious, spotty little Myrrine, echoing the sentiment and he offered her the same mystical look without answering. Because how could he ever stand before this herd, and explain that he was Queen to the core? It seemed impossible, unfathomable, like taking down the stars and handing out like candy for the kids. Elsa, Snö, and Ophelia all came silently, settling on the edges, little pale creatures to merge with the pale snow—hiding as best as they could while in a crowd. And with them, everything else came, the whirlwind in his storm yelling in Torleik's voice, and the pain seeping through the cracks in Roskuld's—words about rape and rat bastards and protectors and love, and he wanted his lip to curl. He wanted to snarl, to growl, to start the fucking avalanche from where there would be no going back— But he didn't. He had a duty to the herd. And it killed him, especially when Torleik came out of the backdrop just after that peculiar glass mare had said something he had no idea what the fuck it meant. Torleik, in all his disgruntled, disapproving, insulted glory. Torleik, growling under his voice and staring daggers. Torleik, Torleik, Torleik. Get the damn stick out of your ass. He could say a thousand things. Insults. Defense. Explain that he was tired of waiting for shit to happen so he took matters into his own hooves, but, yes, he had bothered to check the borders to make sure the black monarch was around. And no, he wasn't going to go behind anyone's back, merely get to know who the fuck was around and announce what they'd talked about in terms of ranks. And as those icy blue eyes glowered at his, and he stared back with a benign (though probably more provocative than disarming, given their disposition toward one another) smile, he heard that voice roiling in his head. "YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH HER YOU FUCKING SWINE." “Are you happy to hear now that even though your mother was raped by a god, she still wants you?” And what did Torleik know of rape? Something in the back of Mauja's eyes hardened as he stared in silence. What did he know of it? Of loving what came of it? Had he been the one to lie grunting upon their backs as they screamed in pain and denial, attempting to thrust his thickset body off? Had he been the one reduced to nothing but base instinct, and taken advantage of? Did he even know what the fuck he talked about? And through the haze of his anger, that small, damned voice whispered you don't know. And he didn't. So he had nothing to do but blow that angry fire out, and when he turned his gaze back to the herd it surprised him there was no ice flaking off his body with the movement. It was how cold he felt, ears not even flicking as Torleik yelled out his rank with the kind of pride that Kings surely out to display, but that Mauja loathed. Then a little girl looking frightened was there, and a mare he'd met once before, while looking for Kahlua—years ago, probably. He couldn't quite recall her name, or if he'd ever been told it. "Pleased to meet all of you," he said after a moment, ears, eyes and nose having tried to make sure if there was someone else still approaching from the forest. Right now, though, all was quiet. Next to Torleik's booming pride he would probably seem lesser somehow, smoother and softer, more demure, but fuck that—those who knew him would know him, and those who didn't would get to. At least he was taller than Torleik. "I am Mauja, the Queen to his King," and the slight lilt of his voice and the curl of his mouth presented the rank with some kind of subtle self-mockery—the only way he could present it to them, the only way he knew, taking what barbs and daggers they might've made of it and disarming them. "We were the ones chosen by Kahlua and Ophelia to care for this herd. "We found a shared trait in the language of our homelands, and out of habit we've fallen back on this," he went on, improvising as he went along, trying to figure out what was what and how much he should leave to Torleik. He had, of course, done his best to vouch for Nyx as a capable Einheri, but in the end he had a feeling it was up to the black bastard beside him to decide. Torleik was, after all, their military lead. So he went on with what he knew was safe, the ranks there had not been much question about. "Alysanne, Ayelet, and Evangeline will serve as our Vanir—healers. Thor and Ophelia are Huginn and Muninn—thought, and memory. They will serve as head of intelligence." His black-rimmed ears pointed at them, except Evangeline, because she didn't seem to be there..? Then again, he could be wrong. "I will leave our military announcements to our King," he said after a moment's pause, his gaze switching to Torleik. The ball's in your court. And Mauja was curious to see how much he would talk—if there would be anything left for him to say after the black was done. Whatever. It didn't matter anyway. [ Next round starts on the 11th (or 12th, depends), if you want to get a post in. Personal choice whether you want to wait for Torleik or not before replying this round (posting order is, of course, a lie). :) Not sure how to handle the rank requests for the healers and Thor.. kinda pretending it somehow would've been known to the leads? like the app meant you let them know, one way or another. :x if anyone disagrees with this please let me know and I'll fix it/we'll work around it. ] RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Evangeline - 06-06-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Glasgow - 06-08-2015
RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Torleik - 06-09-2015 T
O R L E I K [[OOC: Apologies upfront if I miss something or something doesn't make sense. Been sick for a few days and I'm kind of out of it. ty]] Would that he was privy to the thoughts in the Frostheart's head they might have come to blows right then. Torleik felt no guilt for telling Ophelia's self-centered, bitchy little offspring like it was. A child was a child - not some fragile object to be coddled and shielded from the world forever; and being a demi-god didn't somehow make Roskuld immensely special as to how she could act. She was a loud-mouthed, explosive, short-sighted, ignorant, self-absorbed little shit, rather like another electricity-laden mare he knew. That one had wings all the time, however, and had even less of an excuse to act like a brat. It was, perhaps, a divine moment that they were busy then and could not fully voice the things snarling in their respectively thick skulls - but almost a shame. For Mauja, in all his self-presumed wisdom, would have learned that the black bastard he so very much loathed currently was acutely aware of what it meant to be directly involved in the violating of another. That was why it made him so furiously angry that Roskuld treated her mother like shit when the dumb child hadn't even the wherewithal to discover the painful way in which she'd come about - and then realize that despite such trauma, Ophelia still loved her. But Mauja really had no reason to be so uptight about that. He was in no position to be some sort of father figure to anyone. But none of these verbal exchanges came to pass; no knowledge was shared, no enlightenment garnered. One day this would all come to a head, most likely, but it would not be this day. Such were the beauty of private thoughts. Torleik cared not for Mauja's judgement on how he announced himself as king. If the overly sensitive queen took his statement as immensely prideful, let him. It was not. It was irritation mixed with fact: he was the king here and the king was damn annoyed that the queen was calling a meeting without warning. Not because of lack of trust, or because Torleik assumed Mauja would undermine him but because it fucking looked bad if anyone really picked up on the fact that they weren't at least a mostly cohesive unit. You goddamn moron. Naerys, the child he'd chanced upon before, said it was a pleasure to meet them and his irritation slowly began to leak away. Demeanor softening, the rabicano smiled and dipped his head. "Hello again, little one," he hummed. As hot as his temper could run, it burned out quickly though, and Torleik counseled himself that remaining angry was pointless. He hadn't expected this to be smooth, or to even really work, and all things considered they had yet to fall apart and that was a positive. It honestly surprised him Mauja claimed himself the queen and the Bloodskald gazed at his partner in ruling curiously, wondering why the spotted white seemed to cling to that title so fiercely. He would have to ask - but later. So he set himself to be objective, and found that Mauja competently, succinctly, explained the ranks as they stood for those not in the military. Nice. Effective. It seemed that it was his turn, then, and the Bloodskald found that making an announcement was different than speaking more intimately with a small group. He didn't much like this and would not talk long. An offered congratulations came through the crowd, from where he could not quite place, and he nodded. "We are grateful for your support. As Mauja has implied, I will be handling the military aspects of our herd. Elsa will be one of our generals, a forungi in our similar tongue," he said, nodding towards Mauja to indicate, as the Frostheart had, that they did have at least one thing mildly in common. "Nyx is to be an Einheri, a captain. Mauja and I have discussed that we would like multiple forungar - a total of three if we can manage. That leaves two other positions open, one of which is meant specifically for a pegasus, that we might have a military presence in the air. If any of you here are interested in any form of soldier's work, please, let me know. Keeping this herd safe is my priority but I need your help and cooperation to succeed." The Bloodskald bowed his head briefly and turned back to Mauja. Perhaps Spots would understand that Torleik didn't need to lead as long as they were working together. He had pride, but he wasn't all that pridefull in many ways. He hoped. RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Tembovu - 06-11-2015 Tembovu
The elephant’s brows raised at Mauja being referred to as “Queen.” He was surprised that the stallion had not been forthcoming with the information of his leadership in the herd. Frowning somewhat at the snowy stud, he then passed his eyes over his new herdmates- nodding his giant head in greeting to any he caught the gaze of. He noticed some hanging at the edges, while others joined in on the group. He, himself, simply rested a hoof and waited for the hierarchy to make itself known. He wanted to know the order of command before drawing more attention to himself- for his size usually got enough attention. Though, among some of these studs, he was barely the largest. At the appearance of ‘Torleik,’ his new King, he dipped his head lower in greeting and recognition of his announcement of title. Though he watched a quiet exchange between the two leaders sharply, unsure if he saw tension or awkwardness of new leaders adjusting or a combination of the two. He listened to the appointed healers, then entirely shifted his attention to the mare and foals. Ah but he had such a sad love of foals! He smiles, and drops his face as the mare approaches the hairy stud he was standing near. He does not speak- for it is not yet time for his words- but he nickers a soft hello, eyes warm and face smiling. Then he listens to Torliek speak, raises his mammoth horned head once more, and finds a time to speak, “I am familiar and good with soldier work,” his low voice rumbled. He considered mentioning glasswork Mauja had mentioned, but decided against it. “Ah, and I am Tembovu,” he adds as an afterthought. His new king should, after all, at least know his name. Quietly, he continues to watch his new leaders closely, setting the inherent mistrust for those with power deep into his barrel, endeavoring to withhold judgment. Which was difficult, given the grouchiness this cold brought on. There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Thor - 06-12-2015
codes by whit @[Evangeline] @[Tembovu] – Because he spoke to both of you. RE: sing it like a hummingbird - Jahzara - 06-17-2015
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