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into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Alune - 01-16-2016 Glimmer in the moonlight
The night air was crisp and fresh, it brought the seers breath out as smoke that wisped from a warm fire on the harshest of night. Alune had moved through their forested home with purpose this time, a look of humble determination on his starry face. Eventually, he reached the thicket where the mist condensed the most, it streamed over rock and grass like an ethereal river of the after life, barely ghosting in and out of existence. It was a thing of pure, untouched beauty accentuated by the glittering glimmer of stars and his goddess' astral form which hung like an opal in the sky. There had been much talk among the herd as of late, great plans and new horizons which brimmed on the fringes of their twilight realm, many questions needed answers and guidance both from those which hearts stood stalwart in their defense and hearts which had not set found their fire of determination. All could be answered, he was assured, in time and he hoped that time was now. Their horizon needed to be ushered in by one who held great sway in all matters that dwell in the forest abode. Alune settled on a nearby cluster of moss covered rock, legs tucked beneath his blue hued barrel and his eyes firmly fixed upon the swirling mists that he was blessed enough to peer in to, to try and form shards of the future together from what they whispered on the winds. Like a great tapestry that withheld it's secrets to those that were unworthy and gave a wealth of information to those that proved otherwise. He wished to see those answers and to know their designs, to drink deep the knowledge the Goddess would impart with them and her opinions on her herd's own idea's and plans. Like a silent guardian he watched over the silvery, intangible pools, moon coloured orbs flickering gently back and forth between each stream as he waited. Waited for both his Lady, and the other who had their own questions to bring before her, should she decide that the mists were not enough to impart her voice and wishes. Only shadows go where we are @Mythical Request @Tembovu @Elsa @Erthë and anyone else that wants in! RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Erthë - 01-17-2016 RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Tembovu - 01-17-2016 tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
Nothing else could describe the magnetic pull that had drawn him to the thickest flowing of mists. Sleep, as usual, had evaded him. In it’s place, his legs had carried him (without choice) into the ever-thickening fog that shrouded the Edge. Though, this night, it seemed especially heavy, as it clung to and darkened the buckskin of his hide, dampening it to dark chocolate streaks. The Elephant King could barely make out his own hooves, so thick was the cloud he walked through— and it was thickening. Sweeping strides slowed, reducing and shrinking the eddies and swirls his thick columns of legs had made in the mist, as the end of his broad muzzle began to disappear into the white condensation. And so that was the reason his great ivory hooves bumped into something solid, warm, and living. A surprised snort escaped flared nostrils, brows raising as dark eyes probe the murky darkness. Slowly, his deep breaths cleared a small break in the fog, revealing the midnight blue skin his hoof had connected with. Gaze drifted to another solid form, as pearly as the mist— Erthe, the Seer’s apprentice, was also present. “Apologies, Alune,” his deep voice murmured quietly, wishing to not interrupt his Seer any more than he already had. His mist and shadow-ridden mind slowly realized what the Moon’s disciple was attempting to do— and he cast a dark and wary gaze around the mists, thoughts returning to the ominous power their goddess had displayed on multiple occasions; the Labyrinth, the Meeting. He retreated a few steps, giving the two Moon advocates some space, but not enough to lose them in the fog. There was much to confer with the Moon, should she choose to appear. Their alliance with the Basin— did he need her approval for that? And, with the fall of the wall, their borders were woefully unprotected— could en entreaty her for guidance for protection? His own attempt at building a wall of spikes has been woefully slim, as he had been overcome with the darkness of her gifted power. Eyes study the form of Alune has he drifted in and out of focus in the mist— did his Seer want some kind of shrine to the Lady? He was incredibly devoted to her. Silently he waited. RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Cloak - 01-18-2016 We're volcanoes in the night Glowing in the dark like meteorites ✞✞✞ Though new to the land she was certainly familiar with the Goddess who watched over the Edge, the tales commonplace in Vestiomel. She followed her own God, patron of the moon, and it was the prospect of leaving her small village and serving a greater purpose that pulled her into the arms of Helovia and eventually the Edge. With Dagger beside her they traveled great distances to reach the unseen terrain. It was just their luck that the very head of the worshipers found them himself. It was of no question that they--at least Cloak--would be returning to his home with him. Although just reaching the once-grandeur wall of glass and finding herself 'home' finally, she felt an unknown pull to delve further in and so she clung to the shadows and obliged. Golden chains on her necklace lightly clinked with her steps, but it was comforting in the strange world she sought out. She didn't know what she was supposed to find, but the thickening mist told her she was going in the right direction. Words floated to her though she could still not tell from who, for the darkness and low vision blocked most things. Drawing ever closer, however, allowed forms to peek through and she could recognize the horns of Alune, the daintiness of Erthë beside him, and one she had not yet seen. The two former appeared to be resting by something that shimmered dully, a mirror or water perhaps, but she stopped with just enough of her shadowy figure in sight to not be identifiable yet clearly visible if one were to look. Whatever the small gathering had joined for she knew, somehow, she wouldn't want to miss out on what was guaranteed to transpire. . she's just chillin to watch <33 RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Elsa - 01-18-2016 Elsa I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Ever since her appointment, Elsa had stuck near the Seer’s sacred place. For some reason, she expected the Goddess to reappear and repeal her appointment. It still made her balk at the thought that she was chosen. There were a million reasons why- but all her thoughts turned to malevolent reasons. Swallowing back the guilt and fear, she simply visited every chance she got just in case. Alune was set to meet with her soon, but it was never solidified to her. Not to blame Tembovu or Alune though, her section of work wasn’t exactly to cater to the Goddess. Her’s was to protect, and when needed, induce havoc upon those deserving. Hardly a job deserving of time with the Goddess. sorry its poo but Elsa's finally here. :3 RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - God of the Moon - 01-31-2016
RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - d'Arcy - 02-03-2016
RE: into the mists [MIST WATCHING] - Tembovu - 02-22-2016 tembovu Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
More appeared, silently awaiting in excitement (—trepidation?—) for the coming of the Moon. It was a silent wait, none daring to speak lest the interrupt the concentration of their Seer. And they did not wait in vain, suddenly the strangely familiar (for the King had met the Moon fewer times than he had hooves) purr danced through the mists. The silken voice was sharp as diamonds, and suddenly she appeared behind Cloak— the King’s navy eyes snapped to her as she condensed from the fog. He awaited for his Seer to speak, but it silence stretched. If the Moon’s magic affected Alune similarly to how it affected Tembovu, he could understand the silence. The Elephant had been trapped in the cold, dark magic of the night; it was a wondrously powerful thing, but once it sank its claws in, it didn’t let go. A ripple passed over his buckskin hide at the memory of him being stuck in the darkness, when he had tried to build too many glass spikes along the northern borders of the Edge… He shook the memory free, instead bowing his great head to the level of his broad chest. Massive horn sliced through the mists, leaving clear air in its wake. “My Lady,” his low voice rumbled in a respectful greeting, before raising his skull to its great height once again. He is careful to not allow his eyes to sweep the dangerously feminine body of the Moon; though the stallion parts of him desire to do so. He compromises, allowing a sweep of her lithe, lavender shoulders and graceful wings while he awaits for his Seer to speak. But the silence continues, so a half step is taken towards the Goddess, before thick lips part and his deep voice rolls into the mist, “Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” perhaps that was laying it on a tad too thick, but the Elephant was unused to dealing with deities, “I have questions about both alliances and protection of the Edge. Elsa and I have recently formed a tentative alliance with the Basin— do you care for us to bother you before making such treaties? Or do we have autonomy to exercise our judgement as leaders?” He paused, dark blue eyes glancing to Elsa as he mentioned her name, before continuing, “And our borders are still unprotected, after the shattering of the glass wall. I would like to see them better guarded, and started building glass spikes. But our borders are too vast and they would trap us in… Would you guide us towards better enforcements?” Like what, King? Think! Spikes to the east and… “Perhaps a moat?” A moat to the south could be crossed in the event of fire or other emergency. He fell silent, uncertain if the Moon would remain to answer his questions. Briefly, he felt a flash of homesickness— in Dorobo one did not need to address the gods. @Mythical Request |