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Am I really doing this? - Argen - 12-26-2015 ARGEN See the lightning in your eyes See ‘em running for their lives When Argen returned to Helovia, some part of him had told another part of him to join a herd. Well, that thought was fueled by Solomon. The dragon had been so happy when they were a part of herds, where he could interact with other companions and his bondmate could learn from others. The spotted boy was a body that could aid the warrior ranks of any herd, but as they travelled, Solomon had chosen the place full of mist and wonder. This was Solomon's decision, and Argen followed. They were a team, after all, and Solomon wanted this. Argen would not deny his royal dragon happiness.
There might be other dragons here! I can smell dragon-smell! Solomo chirped into Argen's mind, gliding on a warm rift. The reptile's bright, lightning yellow eyes twinkled with the thought of being able to join in hunts with other dragons and play with them in between the trees of this misted place. The twins have dragons. Argen gave his companion a snarky reply, causing a short snort from the draconian maw. Argen chuckled, keeping his pace forward. While he would not deny the dragon a herd, he would definitely give the companion a hard time about it. It was his job. Argen stopped short of the remnants of broken pieces of glass. Lowering his muzzle, the roaned man inspected it. Solomon dropped from the sky and landed on a smoothed out piece of glass the size of a boulder at his bondmate's side. What was this? Solomon asked, created a puzzled look from Argen. "Well I don't fucking know, I've never been here before you baffoon." He chuckled again, nudging his companion. Solomon gave him a disgruntled hiss, tucking his wings in to his massive sides. You're not funny. [ARGEN WANTS TO JOIN THE EDGE, YO.] RE: Am I really doing this? - Auriel - 12-26-2015 it was said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins I didn't spend enough time in the Edge. I felt guilty about that, for my mother had shown me compassion and welcomed me into her herd, but I barely did anything for them. I spent many nights sleeping in the heavenly fields and dreaming about my time in the Falls, I traversing bamboo labyrinths, and talking to turtles, but I spent so few hours at the Edge in comparison. This fact prompted me to go back, to at least make sure they hadn't fallen apart since I had been gone. Their politics were shaky, and the herd seemed to have many like me who claimed its land but did not sleep under its stars. But I was going to be better, even if just to prove to myself that I could be. After meeting a Dragon's Throat patrol once, I took it upon myself to patrol the Edge's borders. The Throat had themselves well put together, so I figured this was a good idea. I found patrolling on the ground to be time consuming, especially when you're just one horse. So I took to the sky. This proved to be a good idea, for a mile down from where I was there stood an equine. He was lingering too close to our wall for me to be comfortable with his presence. I landed a few meters from him, approaching him from behind. As a protector, I could play the whole 'GET THE FUCK OUT,' act and get away with it, but he had a dragon. I was not about to mess with that. So I stayed relaxed, but on edge (ha), so that if he pulled any funny business I would be ready. "What's up?" I asked, stopping a length or two away from him. I didn't offer him my name, nor did I ask for his. Truthfully, I wasn't interested. RE: Am I really doing this? - Tembovu - 12-29-2015 Tembovu
“Well I don't fucking know, I've never been here before you baffoon.” The King paused his grazing, dry grass sticking out of his lips as they curled in an amused, lopsided smile. The brazen and cheeky words from an obviously masculine voice piqued the Elephant’s interest. Thus far, sass had only come from his feminine acquaintances. Rohan, that handsome shaggy brute, had been quick to turn a joke. But never had outright insolence came from him. It did, however, come from this unknown man at the border— and the giant liked it. Gradually, finishing his mouthful of grass, he raised his head and swiveled it toward the sound, dark blue eyes attempting to peer through the trees and mist. But it was useless, as yet another voice drifted through the murk— another voice he did not know. But it spoke with confidence and assurance. A small frown creased the black skin around his eyes— he had thought he knew all members of his herd by now. Sweeping strides of ebony and ivory legs carrying him through the trees and mists, towards the unknown voices. And, abruptly, as the mist was wont to do, it parted, revealing the youthful winged mare, handsomely roaned stallion, and disgruntled bronze dragon. Equally abruptly, the large stud halted, brows raising at the eclectic collection of beings before him. (Would he ever learn to not be surprised in Helovia?) Again, the amused smile turns up a corned of his thick, black lips as his gaze studies the trio. It lingers on the dragon, the black breath of the pegasus, and (irritatedly) on the remaining glass shards that he thought he had cleared seasons ago. The glass cleanup would be a never-ending project. Shaking his head, he returned his cobalt eyes to those gathered, low voice rumbling, “I am Tembovu, King of the Edge. Can I help you?” @Argen RE: Am I really doing this? - Nyx - 12-30-2015
RE: Am I really doing this? - Argen - 01-12-2016 ARGEN See the lightning in your eyes See ‘em running for their lives Pegasus Solomon alerted his bondmate, tail flicking behind him like a brilliant tassel. Argen turned to face the pale woman as she approached, head lifting as his amber eyes waved over her body. Unfortunately, he was left unimpressed. She was hardly taller than he was, and completely unthreatening. If she came to protect these borders, Argen felt sorry for their army. Snorting at her lackadaisical greeting, the stallion stayed silent. His eyes narrowed some and his lips pursed. Solomon hissed lowly, wings spreading some on his back to express his size. This woman was already annoying, and she had only uttered two words.
Thankfully, another approached them to save her ass. He was massive, like Argen grandsires. The spotted stallion's face softened some and his shoulders loosened--he hadn't even noticed he'd been tensing his muscles. "Argen. No title." He smirked some, and Solomon swooped toward his dun-marked back with a few massive strokes of his glorious wings. Together the pair dipped their heads to the king, all but ignoring the unimpressive female that had first approached them.
Upon another's hoofsteps, Argen raised a brow. Well isn't this a fucking party, he mused to his companion, who replied with a mental chuckle. At the woman's compliment, Solomon instantly exploded with pride. The dragon's chest swelled and his wings spread, scales glistening in stray beams of sunlight. He trilled a small song, and his lightning yellow eyes twinkled under the raining praise of the grey. Inwardly, Argen groaned at the draconian display, but as he eyed the woman he nodded. "His name is Solomon, and he is a preener." His suave mouth curved in a half-grin, amber eyes wrinkling in the corners some. Turning his attention back to the tall king, Argen tossed his blonde forelock from his eyes.
"Solomon and I wish to, er, join this herd?" The words seemed a bit confused--and they were. The pair did not intend to leave this herd in a few weeks, nor did they intend to rule it. Simply, they were tired of being alone. It was an odd feeling that bubbled awkwardly in the roan's fiery belly, but Solomon welcomed it with open wings. RE: Am I really doing this? - Auriel - 01-17-2016 it was said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins Oh. I thought simply, raising my brow at the snort of the stallion and the hiss of his bonded. A partial smile slipped onto my lips, amused by the stallion's hostility. Was he taking my kindness for granted? It wasn't as if I had scared him. 'That's fine,' I thought, amber eyes glazing over the equine's (what's a boy to a princess crowned with both horns and wings? - a thought I did my best to suppress) speckled hide. 'That's just fucking fine.' I stepped forward, blowing my smoky breath towards his face and his dragon. I tucked my head slightly, dark, curved horns catching what little light there was ominously (how lovely my horns would look in his neck - another a thought I tried to suppress). I was ready to hear what he had to say, to hear him then plead for forgiveness after I dig my horns into his neck. But another showed up, one with more mass than I had ever seen on a horse. I glance to him, a violent gleam still lingering in my amber gaze. The King, huh? He was all that held me back from attempting to kill the equine. (He was almost trespassing, after all, wasn't he?) I shook in my place, frustration building within me, threatening to break the dam the King had put up. It did not help when the equine and his bonded bowed, disgusting me further. Due to his title, he deserved respect, but not me? Me - the daughter of the queen? Soon the General arrived as well, a silver coated, night dipped unicorn. Her flirtatious words made me sick, and I couldn't but shoot her a desperate, questioning gaze. 'I don't trust him,' I tried to convey to the King and the General, although I doubted they were paying much attention to me. And when the dotted roan put forth a request to join the herd, my gaze grew more desperate, more suspicious. I turned to Tembovu, (for he was the one with the ultimate decision) and shook my head slowly. "I am unsure of this one. I believe my mother - ah, Elsa, would say the same," I whispered to him, for his ears only, my gaze still glued to the equine. I did fumble on my words, knowing the King likely did not know of my lineage, despite the blue lock of hair that cascaded behind my ear in the same way hers did. But I had come to find few in this land who did know of our relation. /SCREAMING I'm so sorry - I didn't know I had a reply to do for this thread D: RE: Am I really doing this? - Tembovu - 01-17-2016 Tembovu
“Nyx,” He returns the nod to the newly appeared General, who was quick to drop innuendos. There had been a time when such attentions given to another stallion would have inspired ire in the King, but now he found only amusement as the dragon preened before the silver soldier’s double-edged praise. And an outright chuckle escaped him at the suave curve of his mouth and grinning words. In his amused distraction, he missed the threatening posture and murderous look of the black-vaporous pegasus. He missed the questioning stare given to Nyx, and the furrow of frustration on her brow. Instead, he nodded his great head, “Well met Argen,” bass voice vibrates with mirth. Though he cannot miss the quiet whisper that tickled his ear from the distressed pegasus at his side. Brows first rise in surprise— Elsa’s daughter?!— before furrowing as the substance of her words sinks into his elephantine skull. Navy eyes, growing dark with uncertainty, swivel to pin her with his unblinking gaze which sliced through the black vapor growing around her face with each breath. For a long moment, he studied her. To trust the unknown intuition of his Queen’s daughter? Or to trust the easy acceptance of his General? Thick lips purse in thought, before riveting his stare back to the handsomely roaned stallion. “Our Queen’s daughter has reason to mistrust you, Argen. Why is this?” His low rumble held weight in the question— answer honestly and carefully, lest one incurs the ire of an Elephant King. @Nyx -tagging cause it's been a while @Argen RE: Am I really doing this? - Nyx - 01-18-2016
@Argen RE: Am I really doing this? - Argen - 01-19-2016 ARGEN See the lightning in your eyes See ‘em running for their lives Solomon's tail lashed back and forth, scales shining in the sun. He absorbed the steel one's praise with a gleeful glint in his lightning eyes. Argen wanted to roll him over into the glass, but stayed still instead. Mentally, however, he was stabbing at the draconian pride carefully. Sighing, Argen watched the winged woman throw glances at her superiors. He wanted to roll his amber eyes, her attitude toward him making his mouth taste like bile. She reached up to whisper something to the monstrous King, and Argen snorted softly, under his breathe.
"When at the border of a herdland seeking acceptance, and you're greeted with a pretentious 'What's up?', you don't garner much respect. I think her ego is ruffled because I did not indulge her by bending my knee and kissing her ass." Argen let the words simply roll from his mouth, amber eyes hard and staring straight at the winged female. Queen's daughter? No wonder she was so arrogant and bitchy. Shrugging his shoulders, the stallion turned his eyes up to the dark, regal blue of the the King. "You and your General were given the respectful greeting I gave because you seem to deserve it."
Solomon folded his wings again, lowering to his belly on the spotted stallion's back. He watched with interest, mentally absorbing what was happening through his master's mind. The words of the others were just mismatched sounds in his ears, but listening to them through Argen made perfect sense. The hybrid did not deserve their respect for how she had come to them. Solomon backed Argen fully, oddly for their relationship. @Auriel RE: Am I really doing this? - Kiuaji - 01-19-2016
RE: Am I really doing this? - Auriel - 01-19-2016 it was said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins The King studied me, this I took note of. My pale amber eyes were flooding with concern, and I had to do my best to keep my features from displaying similar tepidity. When the King's gaze moved from mine to address Argen, this calmed me somewhat. He, at least, valued what I had to say. My gaze slipped to the equine's as well, hopeful in his response. I was expecting an apology (he did, after all, wish to join the herd). But I was disappointed. His words sank into my skin like venom from a viper. My face falls, my head shaking slowly back and forth. I was unused to hearing words that so blatantly degraded me. Even after I fled from the protection of my mother, I had yet to hear anyone speak ill of me in front of my face. In truth, my rage had boiled, and evaporated. I wanted to hold the broken stallion who stood before me, and whisper the rights to his wrongs in his ears. He was very wrong. I hesitated to say anything, for I felt the response was more so directed at the King than spat at myself. But another joined our gathering, one of a size that could rival only Tembovu's. For a moment, I forget about the equine before me to ponder how many more gigantic stallions lurked here. But his words were directed at Argen, and so, my thoughts slipped back onto the spotted stranger. His words were of silk and malice entwined into daggers. He stood mostly on my side of the argument (if you could call it that), which I appreciated from the horse I barely knew. He called me the princess, a title only I had used for myself till then. I used it lightly, never out loud, and rarely to define myself, as I had lived the majority of my life as an outcast or a refugee. Even now, princess was a stretch. If anything, I was a lowly protector. Although, I was coming to learn that I could be regarded as a princess, and so, in that moment I slipped dutifully into the role. I gave a grateful nod to the stranger unicorn, who I deemed no threat as he smelled of the Edge (and something else foreign to me, but I would have to ask later) before turning my attention back to Argen. "I ask not for whatever warped definition of respect you crutch upon, but only to be treated with equal amounts of altruism that I have shown you," I spoke calmly, my smoky breath unfurling around my pale lips. I shook my head slowly, features clearly pained I had to say this at all. "Has someone hurt you? Is that why you cannot accept the very notion that pleasantry exists?" I looked away, a metamorphosis overtaking my body. I stood to my full height, and my features creased, showing the reminisce of the adult I could be, rather than the girl I chose to portray myself as. I did not wait for an answer from the stallion, nor did I expect or need one. I turned my gaze back on Argen, this time, it's pale amber tones looking especially malice. "I would rather end such a trivial spat than mull over it any longer. However, I would like to request that you don't even think of kissing my ass, got it? I am Auriel, Protector of the World's Edge, daughter of the Queen RE: Am I really doing this? - Tembovu - 01-21-2016 Tembovu
There were times to rule and times to watch. And this was a time for both. So, silent and impassive, he sat back and listened to the equines before him. The irritated (and borderline slanderous) words of the spotted roan were spoken to Elsa’s daughter at his side— though they answered the King’s question fully and without deception. That far outweighed the insult of his words, to the Elephant. So he stayed silent, nodding his great horn once as Argen retuned his amber gaze to his own cobalt stare, affirming that his greeting to himself and Nyx had, indeed, been respectful. A break in his impassivity was marked by the raising of brows as none other than Kiuaji appeared from the mists. In the back of his skull, he sighed in a combination of resignation and amusement— for who knew what sharped barbs his old friend would weave on that forked tongue of his. At least they would be entertaining, on that the Elephant could count. And he was not disappointed, his the piousness serpent, tail wrapped as a silken scarf around his hocks, doubly insulted Argen with smirks and sophistication— as was his way. “Kiuaji,” a quiet caution at his friend’s alluding to ’insulting the princess.’ He bordered on outright affront, now. Though, the Elephant internally admitted, that his friend spoke volumes of truth in his contemptuous remarks to the roan; Argen might do well to heed his words. Though, with a glance at the red roan, he suspected his wounded pride would deafen his ears to the truth of the serpent’s hiss. And Auriel, drawing herself up at the ascribed title of ‘princess,’ spoke words stolen right from the King’s mouth. “While it would be foolish of me to expect all who reside within the Edge to be like-minded and friendly with each other, I can expect a level of respect to be given to all herdmates, Argen. As you are newly seeking residence within our herd, this misunderstanding will be overlooked,” finally, his voice rumbled with the timbre of command. And then he turns navy eyes in his masked face to Auriel, “If you are the ‘princess’ your words and gestures imply you to be, perhaps a more regal greeting would be wise the next time you meet someone at our borders.” A hint of amusement crinkled the black skin around his eyes. He returned to Argen, “Is there a path you wish to follow within the Edge? Nyx, as she said, is our General, should you desire a warrior’s path.” He gestured towards the silent silver, who had been keeping some level of peace with her ominous horn and athletic body. @Nyx RE: Am I really doing this? - Nyx - 01-21-2016
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