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[HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ashamin - 06-20-2015 Lochan Lochan, my little eye. Happy birthday, to Lochan and me. ASHAMIN It was to be another sleepless night. BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION The night before, Ashamin had gazed into the mirror and communed with a God. Prior to that, he had protected the border with a fellow herdmate. Now, despite spending most of the day at rest, all he wanted to do--all he was trying to do--was sleep. And this night was a special one indeed. For tonight was the anniversary of Ashamin's birth: four years ago, amid an evening winter storm like this, with the snow piling onto the branches of pines, the wind whipping through the coat of the traveller and the wolves howling out into the dark, Ashamin had been born and his mother had died. In the crook of his horn his father Veril had set a stone, the one his mother had worn, and begun to die, himself. Now, Ashamin was alone. Alive, as he stumbled out of the storm and into the safety of his cave, but alone. His sarong, once slung over his chest, blew off of his frame and into the cave before him and scattered its contents, beckoning him inside. He cast a glance to the icy scorpion as his pace quickened and his hoofbeats carried him past the threshold of his new home. In the dark, he chased the silken cloth. His findings lay at the door, rattling with the wind. Somehow it was carried to the back of the cave, and there it had settled to rest in that lonesome, warm place, between the rock and the mirror, where he had gathered dry grasses to make a bed for the egg that, for so long now, had lain dormant against his chest. He had left the egg alone to gather tinder in his sarong, in the hopes that he might find away to set the branches alight and keep himself warm. Those branches now rested unused, just inside the entrance of the cave. Ashamin was about to say something. He was alone, he was always, hopelessly alone, but he still waited to speak. He wanted to tell the egg that it had left him in solitude for too long; he wanted to tell the creature it contained how much he loved him, even now, before his birth. But there was no time to speak. As soon as Ashamin's black eyes settled upon the egg-shaped lump beneath the silk, it began to change. A dark mist, potentially sinister but hopeful instead, began to slither out from under the folds of fabric. Ashamin heard a cracking sound, followed by the sight of small pieces of shells scattering out form under the fabric. Beneath the white, a form began to take shape: the form of the innocent, the one he had seen in his few scattered dreams he had had in his daytime naps. Ashamin exhaled, and from beneath the sarong, his newborn companion emerged. He was magnificence. Pure black with little buds of horns already upon his brow, perhaps from spending so long a time trapped in that egg, and white dapples across his back. Ashamin took note of the black smoke emanating from his brow, and watched with awe as the little Cerndyr lifted his head and opened his eyes for the very first time. There, set between two pure white, uninterrupted orbs, was the marking of an eye. It was rendered upon him in infinite beauty, and before him, already descending into tears, Ashamin fell to his knees. "Lochan, my little eye," he breathed, letting the name he had known in his heart fall to the small, perfectly soft and delicate ears of the gentle creature. "Happy birthday, Lochan." And with that, the little deer pressed its brow to Ashamin's black and white nose, sealing their bond for eternity. [[All members of the Basin are welcome to come take shelter from the storm and visit Ashamin on his and his Cerndyr's birthday! A small celebration with Haruspex/herd stories and a fire (to come) will take place. An NPC will be stopping by as well at some point! I would like to keep this thread moving as it is important to his timeline, so please keep that in mind.]] "" Table by Jen, with help from Avis RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - NPC - 06-20-2015 The winter wind brought with it an entity with no face and no name, but a gift for its guest. It ghosted along the snowdrifts and spirited between tall trees, all the while humming a gentle melody that was dissonant at times. For the new Haruspex, the Watcher had designed a most beautiful trinket and one crafted with his patron God in mind. However, this was a grand event –what a wonderful night!- and there would be much to celebrate, so the Watcher was mindful of the time. The darkness was the only element that allowed him sight and when the sun went away with his blindness, the Watcher made sure to arrive before the festivities began.
When the wind began to howl and spit, the Watcher gusted into the small cavern that housed his special guest. Still he hummed, more softly now, as he stared with no eyes at the small and curious Cerndyr just born from the twilight itself. The Watcher was amazed by such a delightful little creature and he clapped and raved while holding out the coil he’d made so long ago. It bobbed against the slight draft that pressed into the cave and the Watcher twirled and danced just behind it. He was a distorted image of nothing in particular, his shape ever-changing, but his message was clear: the Tesla Coil was a present just for the reader of the mirror. At last he laid the coil beside the newborn Cerndyr, his tune slowing momentarily to congratulate the tiny babe, and he ghosted about the cave in child-like merriment. Soon the Haruspex would welcome his friends and the Watcher would greet them with his songs before retiring into the night where one without anything belonged. RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ashamin - 06-21-2015 Gift of the Watcher Gifts for the living that come from the dead Or maybe just creatures with songs in their head Let us make merriment, let us share songs, outside the storm strikes, inside we're warm. ASHAMIN The bicolor buck and his bonded were not alone for long. Soon, as if a part of the wind, a spirit came to join them. A spirit with no name, no shapes, no being or body, and lastly, most terrifyingly, no eyes. BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION The stallion felt the hairs on his neck stand up with the chill of the song and the wind. Ashamin, features pressed to his 'panion, the silken fabric now drawn over them both as they huddled for warmth, did not quite know what to make of the creature. He was filled with fear and a protective urgency, but some part of him was driven to stay still. He knelt by his bonded, little Lochan, and failed to act. Was the creature paralyzing him? No, as he watched that creature flit about his cave and dance through too many forms to count, he doubted it had an understanding of the art of unmoving. The Haruspex was poised to speak, to say something, when the song's echoes seemed to become all he could hear. The creature drew closer and Ashamin stiffened, wrapping his long tail around Lochan. The little cerndyr let out a squeak and hopped up to his feet, already so steady, already so in command of himself. "Lochan, wait," Ashamin started to warn, but it was no use. His companion joined the creature in its merriment, dancing on his wobbly newborn legs and letting himself tumble and fall. Here was an innocent, so unafraid of the unknown and so willing to pick himself up after every fall. In that moment, Ashamin admired the newborn more than any other living thing. Following Lochan's example, Ashamin stood to face the newcomer. He lifted his tail forth to his features, brushing its wisps of hair over his wet cheek, and let it settle at his side. It was then that he saw something in the creature's possession: something gold, something blue, and something with the power to spark. Ashamin's ears perked with interest, and Lochan tilted his head far back to take note of the object himself. The white eye on his fore, eternally open, seemed to be watching with incredible intention. At last the object landed, its sparks bouncing off the cave floor and towards Lochan with abandon. Ashamin whinnied, his tone worried, nudging Lochan out of the way with his tail. The little companion stumbled, and a stray shock was sent up Ashamin's tail. It felt almost harmless; he was surprised. Slowly, tentatively, he brought his tail closer to the coiled object until it rested within its central gold ring. Ashamin smiled, looking up at the gift-giver, and tested the weight of it. But, light as it was, the balancing act would take some getting used to--when he lifted his tail it fell quickly back to the earth, sending sparks towards the gathered brush that had been Lochan's nest. A few of them gathered and struck until the little pile, strewn closer towards the middle of the cave by the gusts of wind and Lochan's hatching, formed a small, central flame. Lochan let out squeaks and chirps and little clicking echoes that bounced off the walls and sprang from his hooves. Already the cerndyr was so insistent on being close to his bonded. He darted from the fire, stumbling, and fell at Ashamin's white hooves. The haruspex lowered his features, nuzzling his companion, and let calm wash over him as the creature's song lowered in pitch. It was as if it was an expression an emotion somehow, or trying to communicate. Ashamin had wanted to thank the creature in a way it might understand, but knew only his own words. By the light of the fire, he spoke: "Thank you, spirit, it is a lovely gift." Weakly, Ashamin cleared his throat. To the little Cerndyr who lay at his feet and the grand shifter who had appeared before them both, he let out a low song. It was a shaky tune, one he only barely had a grasp on, but it was the one his father had sung to him as a colt, and though he could not render it with such majesty he could remember it still. He gathered the silk, slipping it around his neck once more, and nudged the cerndyr to stand. Carefully, still humming and leading the odd shifter along with them, he moved towards the entrance of the cave to gather the tinder once more and feet it to the fire he'd spark. Nothing would keep them more warm than such fire, such wonder, such song. "" Table by Jen, with help from Avis RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ki'irha - 06-21-2015
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Enna - 06-21-2015
@[Ashamin] ♥ RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Själ - 06-21-2015
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ashamin - 06-21-2015 Blind Guests Am I that, then, blind? Blind in your instance, blind in the fact of your childish song. Comrade, contain your fire, Healer reveal your name, Child, come into the light, Spirit, sing a refrain. ASHAMIN Though certainly it was only the storm that drove so many to his warm, spacious, easily found, and obviously firelit cave, Ashamin couldn't help but feel a little popular. The part of him that thrived on social anxiety was quivering like a child, but the new, bolder part of him, the part of him who'd just turned four and the part of him that was a proud member of this herd, couldn't wait to welcome the herdmates into his cave. BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION The first to arrive was one he knew: Ki'irha. He had seen her first at the meeting, on the occasion of their promotion, and then again near the border when the dark stranger had attempted to land and find her way in for the night. Neither the corporal or the Haruspex had let her get off so easy. He was pleased to see her again, and his expression suggested as much. She appeared like a sculpture of ice, dripping with frost, her coat entirely obscured, and he could not help but whinny at the sight of her. "Ki'irha!" His lips upturned and tinder dropping from his jaws to the pouch at his breast, he spoke to her even as she surpassed him: "Come in, my frozen friend. " At his feet, Lochan was endlessly gleeful and energetic. Braver already than before, he bounded after Ki'irha, his head low and the white mark on his fore threatening to collide with her hock as he tumbled forward. But even if he were to hit the mare, he would surely bounce back and look up to see the same thing his bonded did: the tiny mare with the antlers like his own. Ashamin recognized the mare, from the meeting, as Enna. She too, had been promoted. It appeared there was a theme at the gathering. Ashamin lowered his features and gripped the last of the tinder, the bits Ki'irha had brought as a scattered offering, and placed it in his sarong, including the vine for good measure. He was fairly certain it was Enna, anyhow. He'd noticed the sparks on her then, but she had not been the only one surrounded by them. She noticed how she had seemed to come in with the storm at Ki'irha's side, as if bound to the corporal. Were the two small mares friends, then? The haruspex offered the smaller of the pair a kind look, and welcomed her in with it's gentility. "Welcome to you as well..." he trailed. He didn't want to risk being wrong about her name, it would have been a terribly awkward circumstance. He could only hope that she would offer it, in time. "The both of you, please, make yourselves comfortable." He ventured deeper into the cave, tossing some of the tinder from his pouch and into the fire, pleased when they caught quickly ablaze and the tendrils of light leapt up. He caught Lochan's little gaze, watching the fire reflect in the white of his 'panion's eyes. Come here, he thought to the creature, hoping, for some reason feeling, that the creature would be able to hear him. And he was right: Lochan turned quickly in his direction with a snap and hobbled forth on wobbly spindles of legs. He was proud that the creature would come to him. So proud that he had lost track of the spirit's song and not paid enough attention to the new arrival at his back, and the real reason Lochan was so intent on running towards him now. Ashamin only turned around when Lochan's running past him forced him to. There, at the entrance to his home, stood a twice-horned filly who could barely speak from the cold. He wasted no time, trotting towards the silhouette of her in the entrance and making echoes far louder than Lochan's. He knew in the way that she spoke, in that glimpse of tone between the shivers, and by her unfamiliar countenance that she was not of the Basin. But he did not hesitate. With his tail flung behind him and its coil sparking in his wake, he grew closer to the filly until he could aim to wrap his neck over hers and usher her inside. He let his cheek, warm from the fire, extend around and towards hers. "Hush, child, come in. Join us." The buck, lit by the fire and backed by the wind, turned to face his company thus far collected. Lochan pranced at his feet, helplessly unknowing. There before him stood Enna (he hoped), a spirit, and the fierce corporal he'd met before. He knew how she took to trespassers from experience, and they both knew this filly was one of them. But Ashamin had a soft spot for the little ones, and the moment he had seen her egg he had understood there were two lives at stake. He searched for Ki'irha's eyes, his gaze pleading but confident all at once. Eyes seeking to lock with her, no longer looking at the filly, he spoke with firmness to the child. "When you are alone and need shelter, you can always stay here." He knew that Ki'irha was tough, but would she try to kick out the child? He hoped she had better judgement. At his hooves, Lochan called a complaint. He was cold by the entrance, and he, still boundlessly full of energy, moved with speed back to the fireside. "For as long as you need, little one, you can stay here in the Basin. But please, tell us your name." He broke gaze with Ki'irha, first to comfort the child and then to search for the shifting spirit. For a moment, he thought it took on the blinded shape of himself. "" [[Ki'irha, Enna, Själ--NPC has decided not to return]] Table by Jen, with help from Avis RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Eden - 06-21-2015
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Thranduil - 06-21-2015 A curse came roaring from outside above the storm. “FUCKING SNOW!” The golden had found himself in a most terrible position. He had intended on leaving the Basin in the cover of a coming storm to venture down to the Falls. Rohan had not ‘appeared’ for some time and he needed to correct that. The storm though had surged a little too quickly. When the pair had reached the bottom of the valley to head to the Arch it crashed upon them suddenly. The pair being for Haldir was with the golden as well. Insisting to follow the gold until the Arch. When the storm came upon them the young stag, with his antlers finally coming in, he clung to the golden’s side. At first the Laurelin continued to try and leave the Basin, but it proved an ill chance. So now the curse rang outside the cave entrance and a shadow appears. A golden shadow. He tumbles into from the snow. At first he looks a great fright. Mane was blown and knotted, and snow clung to every surface. For a moment he stands there catching his breath from the incredible wind, before finally looking up to see the group. For a moment he looks frozen as the snow on his coat. Then his ears turn back in reserve, and his head raises. He says nothing though of an apology, he was the golden after all. Instead he nods in a more reserved way than normal to those gathered, all of whom he knew, for once. A small shape also is there, and it captures he attention before he can say anything. How in hell had Haldir beaten him here? Earth eyes narrow to look at the young deer, dark with pale pupilless eyes. Wait that wasn’t Haldir, additional markings line his body. The reminder though was created and the golden looks about him. The deer was no where to be found. “Crap” And he slips out into the snow again without another word. It is a moment before he comes back, teeth gripped onto Haldir’s scruffy neck. The deer had fallen into a rather large snow drift. Other than a little cold and wet, fine, but he hung, worn from the fight, from the golden. Laying the deer at the cave entrance, the golden nudged him. It was all the mothering he would get. The golden, once again snowed up, came closer to the fire. Trying to meld into the shadows once more. He didn’t want to be here. He had other places to be and cave that would do just as well. But here they were. Trapped. The least the world could do was hurry up these awkward moments. Haldir though was having different thoughts. Once dropped he stood on shaky legs, carefully shaking the snow from himself. His breath is gone for a moment, but in the teasing fire’s warmth it comes back slowly. It is still a moment before he looks up and sees his reflection. The stubby antlered stag stops and looks, raising his head slowly. It wasn’t his reflection, it was….well it was awesome! A bleat, teasing with this neat adult bugle calls out to the other, and the small frozen dark tail begins to wag. The cold was nothing compared to the warmth that spread in his heart to see another like he. The golden felt the change and looked to see what he bonded thought. Knowing what was coming from Haldir the golden could barely contain the groan. OOC :: @[Ashamin] @[Enna] @[Ki'irha] Oh sorry didn't see you there Eden! "speech" Posting Poetics RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Erebos - 06-22-2015
- table by Niki - RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Tiamat - 06-22-2015
Frostfall’s winter winds howl violently through the mountainous valley, whipping whirlwinds of snow around until you can’t quite tell if they’re coming from the sky or the ground. Vision is dangerously reduced to mere feet, but the ocean blue mare allows the earth beneath her hooves to guide her, trusting in nature’s natural course as she shuffles through the powdery ice that swathes her legs. Due to the blustering blizzard and biting cold, she had been unable to sleep this night. For hours she had laid awake in her cave, simply listening to the season’s bitter and woeful howl. It is both beautiful and haunting. But having grown restless after a short while, she had ventured to the hot springs to thaw her chilled skin (the hot vapor of her brother’s embrace always a welcome reprieve at times like this). Now warmed to her core and her heart singing of contentment again, Tiamat travels back towards her little lonely cave—lonely, but warm. White eyes squint through the blustering gales as she pushes herself back from where she had come, her thick locks and long lashes soon frosted again by the flurries of snow that dance wildly about. It is nearly by chance that she catches the informal gathering. As she arches her neck, tucking her pretty head in towards her chest to shield her eyes from the worst of the wind, Tiamat glances a light through the corners of her eyes. Peering through the whipping strands of her forelock, she sees something—someone?—moving, highlighted against the glow of what is certainly a low fire. Curious, and always eager to meet the new members that share her home, the blue mare shifts her direction towards this other cave. Bowing her slender body against the strength of the wind, Tiamat soon finds herself stepping into the stony hollow alongside several others—and…a thing. She recognizes many of the faces from the recent herd meeting (although she regrettably knows none of their names), and identifies one golden stranger among them to be one of her Lords. Always respectful, she inclines her head to him in a dainty bow, and smiles brightly to the others. “Hello everyone! I’m Tiamat,” She beams, spirits unhampered by the blustering storm or the ungodly hour. She wishes to become acquainted with all of them, but her attentions are soon captured by a familiar face—or rather, by his new friend. “Ashamin, how adorable he is!” The blue mare exclaims excitedly, her smile widening. She hasn’t seen the lanky stallion since their travels together came to an end, so she is elated to see he is doing well (quite well at the moment, she would happily assume). “Hello there little one,” she croons as she lowers her head, extending her nose gently towards the little deer, “what have you named him?” Tiamat asks of Ashamin, white eyes peering up at him while her head remains closer to the newborn, gaze alight with joy and wonder. tag; @[Ashamin]
“Speech.”
And at last I see the light.
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Rexanna - 06-23-2015
This cold was almost beginning to grow unbearable. How much of a terrible winter this was. The golden mare briefly reminisced about her homeland. The winters there were bare and cold, but never truly snowy. This place, with its structures and way of the land definitely reminded her of home. Snow, not so much. Although the chill was refreshing but at the same time it was quite bone aching. Especially in this weather. She wasn’t well versed in the ways of snowstorms, but if she could put a finger on it, she was sure this was one of them. Rexanna had planned on possibly travelling to the Threshold, possibly to try and snatch more recruits in. She had been successful this season so far. A thought that invoked pride and excitement in the mare’s chest. What could be better than offering refuge to somebody stuck in this? Ironically enough, the mare found her own self stuck in it. Well, trapped is a better word. Her frantic teal eyes scanning the frozen earth before her, coated in a thick layer of snow in search of a place of refuge. Stumbling across a cave opening, the mare rushed herself in only to notice the hoard of other equines here. Scanning faces quickly, she took note of those she recognized and those she had not. She recognized Eden and Thranduil. Turning her head to take in the other equines, she noticed Ashamin. However, something was different. Something now accompanied him. Her eyes danced down to take a look at the cerndyr beside him. Eyes bright and a smile to her face, she turned her head to address everyone at once. ”Hello everyone! To those I haven’t met yet, I am Rexanna.” She nodded in a hello to them before turning her attention back to Ashamin as she pushed her way in gently. ”And hello to you again, my friend. Looks like you’ve had quite the day.” A chime of a laugh escaped the mare’s maw as she watched his newborn companion with bright eyes before noticing Haldir watching him as well, excited as ever. Tagged: -- Now look at this web I wove.
I told you, I would break your heart. RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ki'irha - 06-23-2015
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Enna - 06-24-2015
@[Själ]♥ grossgrossgross. just wanted to get something up before i went to bed so as to not hold anything up for toooo terribly long. XD RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Ashamin - 06-30-2015 A Night of Fire By the warmth of firelight, let all our stories be told. We can exhaust the night with this: our loyalty against the cold. ASHAMIN There was no time of attention for Ashamin to make note of the filly's answer, for soon his cave was filled with the breath and beating heart of what felt like all of the Basin. BEAUTY IS PERCEPTION It began with sounds at the entrance of the cave, mixed with the spirit's fading song as it left the scene. Ashamin started, his ears swiveling and his black eyes focusing on who might arrive next. But there was no one, only a sound, and so he turned back to his present company with a smile. Ki'irha's congratulation filled him with pride--his sunken chest swelled and his black eyes seemed to glow with the reflections of the flames. And the kindness with which she treated him and his new companion, well, it was enough to confirm what Ashamin had already come to believe: his corporal had a good soul. And then the antlered mare made herself known--he nodded in response, glad that he had thought right. But just as he was about to reply in kind, a voice broke through the storm's roar and the fire's crackle, and Thranduil had suddenly arrived. Though the laurelin was clearly disappointed in the weather, Ashamin was glad for a moment that it had driven his leader to see him. It had not been long since they'd last encountered each other, before the mirror, but it was always good to see him again. Ashamin drew closer to the cave entrance, murmuring a polite "one moment," to the two mares and the filly, and gathered up his posture as he prepared to greet his leader. But Thranduil was, perhaps, a little worse for wear. And at the sight of young Lochan, who stared up with bright white and wide eyes at the other beast, shivering from the cold in between Ashamin's hocks, the golden seemed to remember something with a curse. Ashamin watched, mouth parted to speak but unable to, as the fox-sort of man lifted his companion, dripping, from the snow outside. The sight of the pair, snow-soaked and not at their usually coiffed best, was entertaining to say the least. Ashamin surpressed a small laugh out of respect, and instead reached his cheek out to touch Thranduil's. "An honor to see you again, Thranduil. Please, join us," the haruspex insisted with a further nudge of his nose towards the elder stallion. He doubted Thranduil would refuse. But before he could lead his superior towards the warmth of the fire, another appeared. Erebos, he dubbed himself--Ashamin found him to look strikingly like the darker third of his leading trio, but said nothing other than a deep, sincere, "welcome, Erebos. It is good to meet you, I am Ashamin." Another congratulations turned Ashamin to look towards his young 'panion, who, to his surprise, was no longer between his feet. The painted haruspex watched as the little buck bounded towards the larger one, butting his head in a relentless playfulness in Haldir's direction. The two seemed to be a likely pair, and Ashamin was thankful that his companion wouldn't have to grow up alone. Though his eyes were trained on Lochan, Ashamin's dished ears caught everything--and with a glance and an uttering from Erebos, he now knew the young filly's name. The two others who then arrived shifted the scale more towards the female persuasion. Tiamat and Rexanna, two friends he was happy to see again, had come by. Trusting neither party would get hurt, Ashamin let Lochan be and turned towards the mares, extending his roman features to Tiamat and waving his tail in greeting towards Rexanna. "Tiamat, Rexanna, it is good to see you both..." he murmured, letting his black eyes catch Tiamat's even as her gaze wandered to Lochan. Again, more congratulations--and this time, of course from Tiamat, a question. Ashamin was eager to answer. "His name is Lochan," he spoke, his voice louder, confident, and unshaking. He began to walk towards the fire again, the biting cold beginning to get to him, and watched with pleasure as the dark cerndyr followed him closely. The young creature turned, at times, to look back for Haldir, but seemed just as eager to return to the warmth as his bonded. "Come in, friends, you are always welcome in my home." And once there, once surveying the crowd that had gathered together in the middle of this dark storm, Ashamin's heart was full. His black eyes gleamed and his long tail draped over his back, its new adornment crackling with faint shocks. "Friends, let us join together in a night of warmth and history," Ashamin announced, his voice shaking now only at the prospect of addressing so many, and as if he had any authority. "Tell us your stories and the stories of this valley so we might keep the storm at bay and find wisdom in each other's knowledge," he added, slightly hesitant. Was this right, then? Was he doing the right thing? He turned to Thranduil, seeking guidance of a sort, and stepped closer to the fire as it ebbed and rose. Perhaps the Laurelin could start them off with a tale--surely a silent leader such as he had plenty to tell. "" [[STORYTIME! Feel free to share a story, a song, or just listen! All who are here and participating as Basin members are eligible to receive points for listening/telling stories, which is a visionary rank task (but all can get points for it), and you are welcome to take the story you share here and modify it so it serves as an OOC herd story, which is an OOC task that can also get you points. Please try and not hold this up for too long, and maybe no more new people join in if that's ok. Ashamin will be hosting another gathering like this soon, so if you didn't get in here don't worry! @[Själ]--skipped you to keep this moving but please feel free to join back in again! Next comes @[Thranduil]! Others mentioned: @[Ki'irha], @[Enna], @[Erebos], @[Tiamat], @[Rexanna].]] Table by Jen, with help from Avis RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Själ - 07-01-2015
RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Blu - 08-09-2015 unarchived per request RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Thranduil - 08-13-2015 Ashamin was an interesting character. Though the gold pulled up slightly when he reached out to keep out of touch, he didn’t mind the creature as much as the gesture lead on. Ashamin was dependably gullible when it came to the golden’s moods. And for that he was more tolerated than some, even if it got boring at times. The golden continued on in and took his place by the fire, trying to meld in. The effort was quickly crushed by his own companion’s behavior. Haldir bounded to see the little deer ready to play. The velet bulbs on his head lowered to the other. He was careful to but against him gently, but his wild side got the best of him for a moment. He spun around and leaped back away, kicking up his heels. When he landed he spun again, ready for another go. But the deer was gone, he was following his bonded. Large ears fell slightly, and he wondered had he been too rough. Slowly the dark deer followed his new friend closer to the fire. He reaches them as the painted creature begins to speak, but his eyes are on the little one. His low head nudged the small little creature. The gold watched with a cold eye as his bonded came saddened to his new friend. Snorting he turns away, ready to curl back and forget the cheery gathering around him. But fate, as usual, was not in his favor. Ashamin’s voice cuts across the rest, and the gold pins his harks back for a moment. Then Ashamin’s shadow falls on him. Head rises back up, and his face comes to the light again full of doubt. Him? Tell a story. Earth eyes swept the now crowd in the cave, and its size and starring eyes caused his tasseled tail to flick by his side uneasily. Usually the show man would have been ready, poised, but this was not the night. Tonight he wanted nothing more than to be in his quiet little cave. But he wasn’t. And it didn’t seem like he could worm out of it. So the golden sighes, lets his lips curl in a smirk thinking of is tale, and begins. “Very well. Long ago, when the world was young it was ruled by a most frightful beast. He was taller than a tree, but darker than their bark. Worse of all though he had two great wings each dipped in flaming wrath. He ruled over the world with brute force, bullying his way through his kingdom. No one dared rise up against him. He began to grow suspicious and distrusting. ‘Bad herd,’ he thought ‘They lie. I know they hide.’ One day he wandered out to the lands beyond his own, pondering what dark plan his herd were keeping from him now, when he came upon a small hawk. The great beast prepared to attack this bird when it flew with quick speed to the giant. ‘Wait a moment friend’ the hawk cried ‘I have done nothing against you. What troubles you? Perhaps I can help….’ The dark beast paused a moment, suspicious. But then the hawk had called him friend, and no one had called him that before. ‘Herd lie. Say they not. But I know they lie.’ The hawk thought for a moment. ‘I might can help you friend. I have a magic cloth that will silence the liars, and leave on the truth in your ears.’ The beast was in awe. He understood little what the hawk said, but he understood he could help. ‘Do it.’ ‘One thing first’ said the hawk ‘I need power to do it. I need something from you, perhaps the fire from your wings?’ The giant beast did not care for this nonsense, he wanted only to have the magic, so he agreed. The hawk flew to its nest and rose back with a blanket of blue. He placed it over the great creature’s eyes and spoke some incantation, and then removed the cloth. The giant beast was confused, he felt no different, but he was excited to try it. Quickly he spoke his own words and the fire extinguished on his wings. The hawk cried as he felt the power coming into him, and he fell to the earth. The giant beast waited no more though. He journeyed back to his kingdom to test the magic. He questioned his herd, drilled them, and interrogated them. But nothing was silenced. Angered he yelled for them to lie to him. ‘You’re purple’ said the poor mare, frightened to death. The great beast heard it. He rawred in anger. He was tricked! He stormed back to the outskirts, but the hawk was not there. He turned back to his kingdom and there at the gates waited a phoenix barring his path. The beast rawred to be let him. ‘Do you not remember me?’ Asked the phoenix, ‘I was the hawk in the woods.’ ‘Let in. I am king.’ He rawred. The phoenix only smiled. ‘No more.’ And let loose the wrath of fire upon him. Now the great phoenix ruled the kingdom, and the giant beast, was left to the outcasts. Even for all his strength and beast was overthrown by the clever hawk.” The golden retired. His tale done, but his smirk remained. It wasn’t some long ago fairytale. That my friends was a true story. Well….almost. And too the golden’s great surprise, to remember eased his temper, and made him quite content. OOC :: The tale of the hawk and the giant. XD "speech" Posting Poetics @Ashamin @Erebos @Enna @Tiamat @Själ Whoever wants to go next =D RE: [HATCHING/STORYTELLING] My Little Eye - Erebos - 08-18-2015
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