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steadfast (patrolling) - Caleb - 08-11-2015 The sky was painted a deep blue, flecked with the rainbow, accentuated by stars. The Borealis that harbored on the cloak of nighttime was a pleasant view, yet the master and hound were uninterested in watching the colors dance around, moving like fire through the open air. The brutal bite and snap of Frostfall's cold-kissed wind is absent, leaving the atmosphere a slight few degrees warmer, thus, the man and hound set out on a patrol, for all warriors that strive for excellency do such. Their trek had begun at the prison, checking that gates were locked, prisoners fed and watered, with no escape until they have served their complete sentences, then the companion and brute would move on. Pacing towards the crafter's cave, he checked their surroundings, watching for intruders or anything out of the ordinary. Spotting nothing, he gently lopes towards the cave, merely poking his head in. The emptiness of the cave is astounding, all signs of life vanished, only the scattered metal trinkets and half built projects left to signify that the crafter's have indeed been here at all. He deduces that the builder do not work at night, only in day when they can see, the sun illuminating their project. Swinging by the large tent of secrecy next, he scouts the area, looking for anyone that could be snooping around like fleas and ticks, a scout of another herd perhaps. Caleb sees no one, nor does he see anything but cloven hoofprints mostly, deducing that there is most likely no one around, no one here. Caleb doesn't check inside the tent, for if a secret meeting is going on, he'd rather not be the idiot to crash it.
Following a narrow paths through green thicket, Caleb and Henrietta approach the border. The sentinels stand proud, and strong, an example of the power and imagination that the Basineers home. The Aurora Basin is a magical land, but also a powerful one. Caleb paces up and down the border, weaving in and out of the Sentinels ins search for hornless intruders. When he finds none, he searches for malfunctioning robots, rust, broken pieces of a once-working robot. Henrietta is on alert to, searching for any slabs of meat that decide they'd like to sneak in tonight. Steel eyes watch this land coldly, a stern expression rippled onto his chiseled features. His patrol is not finished quite yet. He begins exiting the herd, walking slightly out of the basin and into the steppe. He searches for any rats that may lurk and wait for the border to be empty to sneak in, to invade. Henrietta stays by the border as Caleb's massive wings unfold in a gallant swoosh. Within two thrusts, the 17.1hh beast is sky-high, the wind raping his body, passing through every single fiber, leaving nine untouched. He sweeps over the border, the higher altitude allowing him view to further reaches. Even in the slightly warmer air, he sees no one scurrying in the Aurora Basin or out of it. Tonight, no one seeks to invade, or at least not yet. After a few minutes, he begins patrolling by hoof, rejoined with his hound by the sentinels as he watches, an eagle waiting for prey. ooc: Caleb is patrolling, anyone is welcome to join him :) especially warriors, as it is our duty to be patrolling RE: steadfast (patrolling) - Mortuus Nox - 08-12-2015 Code:
His dank eyes scanned across the blank land. The basin was frozen ice that trapped the soles of the living land underneath its frosty grip, but it was soon broken by his heavy weight crashing and cracking down on the winter soul. The ice scanned underneath his weight and cracked into little pieces. He let the moon light his way for Nox was one why enjoyed the night and all its darkness. A small cloud of frozen air left his maw with each breath, he was venturing in places he had never been before. The caves were filled with metal and he figured it had to be the builder that he'd his home there. He continued to the large machines that protected the basin. The stood much taller than the ghostly stallion, but size never worried him due to the fact he was all muscle. Every ounce of his body was well defined from the fights he always got into, and his laced pelt glowed where the scars claimed their spot. He was a demon of the night, a soul sent from hell.
The large horns hid against his ebony coat and the only proof of this creature of the night was his glowing gray eyes and emerald the was held on his horns. The thoughts went through the ghostly stallions skull about what could be lurking out here, but he knew he could take on anything. As the frozen flakes clung to the stags onyx pelt they left a damp reminder that the snow was iced water after all. His cracked hooves sunk with each step as the moon was lighting up his way. Tangled tresses dragged behind him like dead bodies and his tattered mane flew a ghost like black flag behind him. Nox hung his head as if he was a zombie starving, but in fact he was starving. He started for a kill as the Latin voices in his head screamed at him, but he knew not to kill yet..not in the basin. The psychopath let all his voices speak to him as he trudged, right now he enjoyed the company of his friends,I mean why would he not? They were the only things that spoke Latin to him, so they're presence was not a bother right now. He wondered what other strange creatures lived in the basin. He had net a few, but not many and as of right now he only thought of the reaper as someone who might actually be like himself ( just like Rexanna pointed out). He kept on trudging through the frosty white lands that boarder the basin enjoying his time alone for now...... "Talk?" OOC::hope you don't mind I just want him to get out and meet new people!!
MORTUUS NOX
Your fears have just become all too real...
RE: steadfast (patrolling) - Rhea - 08-14-2015
•• TAGS: @Caleb, @Mortuus Nox •• NOTES: Hope you don't mind Rhea dropping in XD Also don't take what she comes out with too seriously she isn't exactly the social butterfly haha ••
Picture CreditsRE: steadfast (patrolling) - NPC - 08-15-2015 Rhea's dramatic approach does more than impress someone very nearby. As her hooves impact the ice and snow, a roar shakes the air around them, these two creatures who do not seem to be quite like the others in the mountain valley, and the dark stranger skirting the shadows; from the dark of the tree line, the pounding of something running sends wildlife skittering out of the trees and branches flying through the air. Bursting through the evergreen in spray of dislodged ice, snow, and emerald branches, a hulking figure charges on four limbs, its hairless, blue toned face filled with rage, lips pulled taut to reveal jagged, yellow teeth. Clinging to its shaggy white pelt are clumps of snow, and it smells very strongly of damp filth. It stops a yard or so before the three herd mates, rising onto its hind legs, one of its thick, pale blue hands lifting a severed pine branch from the ground as it does so and brandishing at the hybrids and the unicorn violently. A spray of snow, propelled at the horned horses by his sliding stop, swirls and eddies in the cold mountain wind around him. He is young, the angry creature, and stressed; the heavy snow this year has forced him to leave his usual abode and find another, and his search has not gone well. He is hungry, tired, and just plain frustrated. That he has wandered into someone else's land doesn't seem to be something that has crossed his mind as of yet, and even if it did... Would a yeti really care? [ OOC: Frostfall NPC ftw! ] RE: steadfast (patrolling) - Caleb - 08-24-2015
@Rhea @Mortuus Nox @NPC credit RE: steadfast (patrolling) - Mortuus Nox - 08-29-2015
He looked to the sky to see a winged creature fly above him then another passed over. A soft snort left his maw as he rolled his eyes ignorance was a bliss to the winged creatures. His large black body moved over the ground casting shadows from the light of the full moon. Nox let his muzzle graze over the snow below his onyx pelt as his eerie body walked through the outskirts of the basin, he was a lifeless demon wondering in the cold pits of this hell on earth. He heard a thud of both winged creatures landing ahead of him he knew they were close, but was not sure how close they were until the creatures began to speak. One was a female her voice was sarcastic and loud, she had a conniving tone to her feminine voice. The other was a male he was demanding and strong with his deeper tones, as he listened he just shook his large crown ignoring the winged creatures. he did not have a hate for them, but a winged beast did drive him up the walls of an active volcano. His cold gray eyes continued to look ahead as he started to pass the two other equines not even acknowledging the mutt blooded beasts. Then something rumbled in the woods a streaking sound came from above the mountain that made the ghostly stag stop and watch what was screaming. It was a beats he had never seen before his eyes stayed the same as the creature barreled towards them. The other male seemed to get his panties in a bunch over this thing, but Nox was not surprised about the winged creatures reaction... because that just how he knew these type of equined to react over something. Instead of being calm and collected Mr. wings is going to act like a tough guy that is acting just as crazy as the thing running at all three equines.When the creature slid to a stop the snow flew up and cascaded over Nox's coat turning the black stag into a powered white ghost. His eyes looked to the outraged creature like an un-entertained adult that was trapped with a bunch of obnoxious children. He shook the snow off and looked to the male and female winged creatures.
If the Male loudmouth would have looked before screaming out commands he would have realized that the black demon was already behind the creature. OOC::Sorry it took so long!!! @Rhea @Caleb (AKA cock strong ass with his panties in a bunch from Nox's view hahaha ) @NPC
MORTUUS NOX
Your fears have just become all too real...
RE: steadfast (patrolling) - Rhea - 09-07-2015
@Mortuus Nox @Caleb @NPC RE: steadfast (patrolling) - NPC - 09-10-2015 One of the creatures is louder, bossier, than the others. He draws a lot of attention to himself fast, but even the Yeti can see that his comrades don’t listen to him. It’s at him that the Yeti is glaring with his full set of yellowed teeth gleaming in the open air, knowing full and well that the dark one has crossed behind him, and not caring. The larger threat to the ape-like creature is not the beast pinned to the ground and wingless, for surely the horse cannot out climb a mountain ape born in this land, but the two in front of him, who can take to the skies, skipping the climb all together; while the Yeti isn’t highly intelligent, his instincts warn him of as much. His thick, white brows furrow atop his angrily glinting eyes, trying to best gauge how to proceed with his assault when the bossy, four legged thing speaks. It’s a lot of words. The Yeti roars in response, slamming his fists into the ground, but he stands his ground, does not move closer or further away from the creatures which surround him. He does this mostly because he has to stall for his slower though processes, and doesn’t want them to assume he’s stupid (even though he is). Now, there was something about, well, him, because he’s a Yeti, right (he thinks that what he is, anyway)? And then something else about unicorns – but none of them are unicorns. His mother had told him that they were four legged and had one horn, and while he didn’t remember much, he did remember things his mother had thought to tell him about (and these things weren’t many). He could count to five, and he knew that these creatures had two horns, or one horns and some wings, but none wore just a single horn at all. He deduces the large, dark pelted male is lying to him, and answers his first uproarious gestures with a second – hurling his branch heavily in the direction of the bossy thing who has been found untruthful by Yeti logic. ”You lie to Ugga!” he bellows. But as his branch whistles through the air, the woman horse says something else, something that registers a bit more in the simple thoughts of the brutish, blue faced (though now slightly purple, because being mad and flailing about like his is can make one go red in the cheeks) Ugga. His shoulders drop, his angry grimace slips into a more lax one, looking towards the female with an expression that is full of wonder at the intuition of women. Even Yeti ladies seem to be better at guessing what to say and do than the men. As she says you, multiple times, on the second landing of the word he points to himself, right in the center of his chest, and repeats the motion as she repeats the word. I don’t think he means to, honestly. It’s impulse. ”Ugga need cave,” he says, blinking as if this is the most obvious of answers ever, his thickly fingered hand falling down to dangle alongside him, ”but snow where caves should be.” He points, back into the tree line, where along the face of the mountains which rim the valley are caves, caves which he had seen from the peaks above and which had lured him down into territory that smelled occupied. It was a last resort. ”Caves there,” he says, ”Ugga fight for one if Ugga have to.” |