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Living Life on the Edge - Tembovu - 03-02-2016 tembovu
He stood as a monolith, as he had the last time he called a meeting. How different times were now, though. Haunches to the sea, chest to the heart of the herd, cobalt eyes cut through the mists. This was not the stare or stance of a fledgling King, uncertain in his reign. This was the calm look and stare of a monarch adjusted to leading; and a shadowed look of a man still wielding his demons. Briefly, dark stare turned skywards— where was his Queen? A single slice of uncertainty pierced his barrel at the thought of his fellow monarch; there was so much unknown. The Icebound was… She would stand beside him at the meeting. They would, side by side, lead the Edge. With an ease that surprised him (how cold was he becoming?) he internally silenced any personal strife; now was not the time for that. Now was a time to bring the herd together. "Edge, gather!” Time had grown long since the meeting in the wake of god-battles. Some herd members had risen to the call of their duties; others had not— a brief frown creased the black skin around blue eyes. And the members were long overdue to learn of their alliance with the Basin, their trading with the Throat, and their meeting with the Moon. Hide rippled once over taunt muscles as the frigid, salty winds ripped up and over the gleaming white cliffs, freeing his meeting clearing of mist. Thick black tail strands whipped at his hocks and haunches, the fire in his chest safely stowed beneath layers of his newfound ice. the elephant king Mandatory herd meeting! You have 7 days (3/9) to respond! Please allow @Elsa to reply first. And excuse my corny title ;] RE: Living Life on the Edge - Elsa - 03-02-2016 Elsa, Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
Elsa was completely fine with letting Tembpvu do his thing. She hated meetings- and talking for that matter. Crowds agitated her, and although she appreciated going to meetings, she was dreading being front and center. She resisted the urge to hide when Tembovu called together the Edge, but she would be found. The Moon Goddess would also probably not approve, and that’s not good. So begrudgingly she moved to stand beside Tembovu, chuckling quietly before the others arrived. ”I am not saying a single word, so good luck with this.” She scoffed, and stood silently. At least Tembovu was taller than her, so she could kind of, sort of, not really hide behind his height. A tinge of jealousy also tainted her stomach. This means females, some who probably would look at Tembovu, and she would not appreciate that. She growled a little, trying to purge herself of such thoughts. Edgar was perched happily on her head, trying to contain himself from laughing at the thoughts. Elsa was possessive, even if she wouldn’t tell anyone. She hated sharing. In his mind, this was going to be quite hilarious. He just hoped there would be one or two quite flirtatious mares. Although it may end on a cat fight, at least it would be amusing. Tembovu would probably not appreciate it, but Edgar knew Elsa wouldn’t give two shits about it. Oh Lord save those who try to cross her. It was both her fatal flaw and super power- though at this moment it was certainly a fatal flaw. "talk" free posting now <3 RE: Living Life on the Edge - Tilney - 03-03-2016 tilney and oh, there is more to this life
Presently there was only one thought that lingered in the bronze boys mind. Sleep. It had been two days at least since he had caught more then just a wink. Travelling did that to him though. He was always so eager to get to his destination he usually forgot about the essentials like food and sleep, even water sometimes. The journey to the North had become almost a seasonal trip and honestly the route was a bit of a chore to the lad now. Perhaps that was the only reason he had a full belly, however he still craved rest. This trip to the northern iceland had been an expedition of education. How he longed to learn more about the precious art of healing! Having sought out Tiamat the basin medic, he had learned a great deal about northerly flora and how the Basin medics treated illnesses and ailments in their harsh climate and where particular herbs were scarce. Now that he was drained and headed for home, he could only smile happily as he thought of all the wondrous things he had learned. Cloven hooves took him to the border of his homeland and it was there he heard the elephantine Kings mighty beckon; "Edge, gather!” Of course Tilney sprung into a trot, following the direction of the patriarchs voice. He was expecting to be quite late and stuck at the edge of a crowd, unable to see the king and possibly not even hear him. He was quite wrong however; As the tired stag approached he noticed he was the first one to arrive, having ran so swiftly form his place just past the border. King Tembovu looked like Frostfall had barely phased him, and Queen Elsa was as beautiful as ever. "My King, my Queen" Tilney panted, bowing his crown and bending at the knee. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Lyanna - 03-03-2016 RE: Living Life on the Edge - Iona - 03-03-2016 iona
Iona was already tired of Frostfall. The ocean below was angry and the winds she fought against were just as angry. And they were cold. The kind of cold that seeps straight to your bones. It restricted how high the pegasus could fly because she was afraid of just how low the temperature would fall in the higher altitudes. The idea of limiting patrols made her uncomfortable, and the idea of being stuck on the ground was enough to make her skin crawl. She snorted at the very thought, and shifted course back towards the cliffs. She couldn’t hear Tembovu’s call over the whipping winter wind, but seeing his ass appear on the horizon was enough to provide a heads-up her that something was going on. That ass was hard to miss. She hastened her pace towards the cliffs, using the wind at her back to aid her progress, before slowing and landing just over the edge not to far from the quickly growing gathering. Ah, nothing like a herd meeting to warm the spirits. She wondered what would be topic of choice today, but didn’t have any creative theories so ceased that train of thought. “It’s cold as shit out there,” she muttered, out loud, to no one in particular. She shook the water and ice from her wings as gracefully as could be managed before stepping around the monarchs who stood at the edge of the cliff facing inward. Pity, they were missing the view. But she supposed they weren’t posed as they were for an afternoon of gazing over the magnificent vista. That and they probably were subject to enough ass-kissing as it was. The last thing they needed to do was physically present their royal behinds to their humble subjects. No. This was all business. “Hello, by the way. Should have lead with that. Oh well,” she said with a small smile and a shrug thrown casually Tembovu’s way as she tucked her great black wings against her nearly-frozen sides. She offered a nod to Elsa and took her place off to the side, standing nearly parallel to the cliff edge though angled enough she could see both rulers clearly. Aly hadn’t arrived yet, but Iona kept an eye out for her sister. They’d been doing a piss poor job of keeping up now that they, you know, lived in the same place. Not to say that Iona hadn’t been Content, for the time being, Iona casually rested a hind leg – her relaxed demeanor a sharp contrast to the formalities – and waited for the others and arrive and the meeting to start. The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. oh god. i'm so sorry. she likes big butts and she cannot lie. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Alysanne - 03-03-2016 we heal with love, “Who calls a meeting on the cliffs?” She thought to Hemlock as they emerged from the trees. In the grip of Frostfall, a more sheltered spot would have been a better choice. At least any foals in attendance could hide from the wind behind the larger bodies. Her small owl companion wasn’t interested in being blown off of his perch by the winds, however, so he took off and went to find somewhere warmer in the boughs of the giant fir trees. She recognized those present so far but her green eyes would forever be drawn first to her twin, a laugh escaping her as she caught Iona’s words. It was so good to have her here in the Edge, to see her sister prosper. They had not taken much time to converse since Iona arrived but it had not escaped Alysanne’s notice that her sister was now a Specter and in charge of her very own rank here. Alysanne did her best to carry her sprained wing as normally as possible as soon as she spotted Iona - she didn’t want to give her sister any impression that she was injured. Fortunately the scratch on her wing joint from Tembovu’s horn was also hidden by that same folded wing. “Hello Iona.” Alysanne moved up beside Iona so that her light wing brushed with Iona’s dark, a small wince as that light movement jostled the strained muscles but she quickly looked away and forward to their monarchs. She was trying to not look too disappointed at seeing Tembovu up there with Elsa still but perhaps this meeting would be where he stepped down. With a little bit of luck, it would only be Iona who saw that frown on her face before she covered it smoothly up with a smile - nodding to the two monarchs and greeting both Lyanna and Tilney with warmer smiles. It was good to see two of her fellow healers here so promptly! alysanne :| someone's grumpy today RE: Living Life on the Edge - Dacianna - 03-03-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Roskuld - 03-03-2016 Roskuld Where There's No Law Tying My Heart From The Start
Something was bothering the shit outta Chico. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Freyja - 03-03-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Katerina - 03-04-2016 lay down your head, and close your eyes and when you wake, the sun will rise When she heard his words trumpet across the plains, she'd be damned if she didn't show up this time. After just getting settled into the edge, she would absolutely hate to have to rediscover all the new politics and structures of the other herds. So Katerina followed the sound of the King, her face set in relaxed hidden lines. She could feel the tingle of the idea of seeing the whole herd together as one rise in her stomach, Katerina was no fan of mass gatherings. They were so confusing, and she would forever resent such meetings. Reality reminded her though that such functions were crucial for survival, and she was no woman to rebut that. She arrived soon enough, finding it quite entirely awkward that she had yet to recognize any of these faces besides the sweet Elsa and Tembovu. She offers a sweet smile to Elsa, hoping that the porcelain colored dear was fairing well. After all, the lady was perhaps one of her favorite people she had met since coming to Helovia, she was different to Katerina and the silver took great interest in the snow woman. Then her eyes fell upon Tembovu, perhaps he wouldn't catch her eye, perhaps he didn't want too, but she offered him a small smile, but did not allow herself to hover upon those entrancing blues. Perhaps a part of the silver knew that her looks were so deep, that the silver lanterns of white and coin strands cast looks so whole and emotional, that seconds meant more than the expression of words could in hours. She always feared that, her shield had to grow a defense durable enough for the power of her silver orbs. Her attention then turned to those gathered, and she tried not to look sheepish with the large numbers already here. She heads to back, wanting to hide in the shadows as much as possible. For any that caught her eye she would give them a nod, but she walked with brisk pace to the edges hoping to avoid any unnecessary contact. Another too seemed to hide(or perhaps there was another case for the woman) and the silver approached the strange looking hybrid creature(what ARE those things?), a little bob of her head showed her respect, hoping that she would not mind her company, she stood near her. A few words slipped from her mouth in hushed tones, "A lurker I suppose? I am Katerina." She whispered, almost regretting speaking at all. She just wished that this meeting would just get started so it could be over. OCC: Roskuld , elsa, and temb directly addressed. image credits RE: Living Life on the Edge - Tsavo - 03-04-2016
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RE: Living Life on the Edge - Cloak - 03-05-2016 chosen of the moon She heard the call. It came when she was finding herself particularly fascinated by the mists swirling off the edge of the cliffs of the land she claimed as home. Though it might be more fair to say that she caught the echos of the voice that boomed across the Edge, trembles rumbling under her skin and telling her that what ever was to come was not optional; the one named 'King' was expecting a crowd. She would have probably been more ready for the idea if Dagger had been around, but she hadn't seen her partner in quite some time. Her missions didn't usually go on for long, or at the least she would find a way to send a message explaining her absence. But Cloak was left in the dark on that one, and it took all her will to trust in her friend and not go off in search of her. If anyone could take care of themselves in unfamiliar places, it was Dagger. The melted-coated girl peeled herself away from the rocky sides, where down below the waves splashed up tantalizingly and lulled her into a trance, pushing through the cold and the fog to make way toward the group that had surely already gathered. She was in no hurry; whatever would be said would not impact her in a significant way she was certain of, so she clung to the shadows and let thoughts drift elsewhere. Her necklace lightly clinked as she took each step. There were already some clutching close to the outer circle, the shadows fading in and out. There were none that she recognized, save for Tembovu himself. Mutters filled the air as some greeted others but she merely stood alone, silent. Waiting. Watching. tags robb stark credits RE: Living Life on the Edge - Rohan - 03-06-2016 Can’t feel anything—when will I learn? I push it down, push it down.
Somehow the mammoth’s call manages to rouse the antlered stallion, the deep bellow seeping through snow and slumber to rumble in his ears. Dark lashes flutter before the green of his eyes peeks through, squinting against the light of day, blaring and unkind as the brightness reflects off the frozen ground. Grumbling some half-hearted profanities to himself, he manages to scrape together the will to move, to rise. The soft, packed snow that had gathered over his body crumbles with his movements, long legs stretching before fighting the stiffness of his muscles, pushing his hairy body lazily from the ground. Once he is standing steadily enough on his hooves, Rohan shakes the white from his back, cursing when the movement agitates his—suddenly—throbbing head. Ah, yes—his skull feels like it might just explode from the pressure pushing at his skull, his eyes, his brain. It is an unforgiving weight, highlighting every beat of his heart with a painful pulse of his body, and abruptly, all the Warlander wants to do is give into the darkness once again. Last night is a blur—a mind numbing haze of some sort of delicacy that he had stumbled across in his patrol of the borders. He has no idea what it had been, or what it’s called, and he doesn’t care—all he knows is that it had made him feel good. Free. Even if only for a few hours, temporarily relieved of the grief, anger, and confusion that has wracked him mercilessly these past months. But he seems to be suffering the after effects now…clutched in the grips of some sort of hangover. Ah well—it wouldn’t be his first. Rohan had, on multiple occasions, attended to his ‘princely duties’ in a less-than-sober state of mind. He can handle this. Swearing to himself, the antlered stallion lowers his head, thick neck arching naturally, and saunters towards the cliff’s edge. Considering the threads of respect that he holds for his King (and his Queen, even if largely in admiration of some fine piece of ass), Rohan does his best to not look so…hungover, by the time he arrives. Settling beneath the shade of one of the trees, he is able to open his eyes to an almost-normal degree, and manages to raise his head to a respectable position. It can’t be helped that his natural Directing a subtle nod to the two leaders, the Warlander’s attention wanders idly over the rest of the gathering. It seems to be smaller than the last (although his memory is quite possibly—most likely—foggy at this point, so who can tell), and he is mildly surprised at how many faces he doesn’t recognize. Swishing his long tail around his lower legs, Rohan makes himself comfortable, gritting his jaw against the aching of his muscles. notes; So...hungover Rohan x_x “Speech.” rohan RE: Living Life on the Edge - Auriel - 03-06-2016 it was said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins Oops. I guess I was sort of the last to show up, or if not the last, definitely among the last. I hadn't been worrying much about the Edge as my mind had been a bit fucked as of late. But the snow was falling, the seasons had changed, and I couldn't allow myself to dwell on the adversaries combating my mind. So I rode the winds back to the Edge, to the duties and responsibilities that awaited me there. —But should I be here at all? Quit it, of course I should. —Traitor. You're no better than your father. QUIT. I swallowed a lump forming in my throat, descending unto the meeting in which I had been beckoned to. Every step I took now felt perfidious, digging the knife I had stabbed my sister with farther and farther into her back. I looked around at the faces I barely knew, the names and lives that eluded me. Wasn't I to be their princess? The Elephant King had dubbed me so. But I felt treacherous in their presence. If it wasn't for my mother, standing by the King, then I would not have stayed. But she was there, a new constant in my life, and her presence alone was enough to sedate my doubt. I could not abandon this place as long as she was here, I knew that much. So I stayed, lingering at the back of the herd, waiting for things to get juicy, and watching my smoky exhales in the meantime. uhmm I hope auri doesn't develop schizophrenia whoops idk what that was >.< sorry if I'm late!! RE: Living Life on the Edge - Glasgow - 03-06-2016 to die by your side,
The scarred mare had been so wrapped up within her thoughts of the demonic stallion she had met, that she hadn’t heard the call from her lead until a flurry of movement caught her attention. Her glassy orbs watched as a couple of creatures all seemed to head to one place. She was intrigued, hoping that this could be her chance to actually prove her worth for her herd. Her confidence had boosted since meeting Abaddon and she had slowly begun to finally accept her scars for what they were, instead of trying to hide away from them. It was a difficult process, but she was getting better at it. She was getting better at accepting herself, at least with Abaddon by her side. But he was from the Throat, and she, the Edge. Glasgow followed the sounds of the creatures, a few paces away with her head lowered as she watched for any tree trunks so she wouldn’t step into them. And finally, she broke into the clearing. There were many that had gathered already and she suddenly felt so small in comparison from the last meeting. She forced herself ahead, pushing over her fear of her scars. Spotting Tilney, she rested a bit. She pushed herself faster, trotting over to the caramel stallion offering him a smile. “Hello, Tilney. It’s good to see you again.” She nodded before looking to her King and Queen. She dipped her head to them, actually smiling for once. The scars moving against her muscles with the movement. It felt strange to smile. She typically left it for her scars to portray. But things were going to change. She looked from Elsa to Tembovu before taking in a deep breath. “I wish to speak with either of you about joining the crafters? Honestly I haven’t really met anyone in it yet to ask, so maybe someone could point me in the right direction?” Her voice was even, better than the crackled unused one she had previously had. Now she stood before them with a bit more pride in her chest, a bit more happiness behind her lids. “I understand that now might not be a good time, but please keep it in mind for after.” She offered them another small smile before moving to reside beside the great antlered stallion again. "Talk." —is such a heavenly way to die. Mentioned @Tilney @Tembovu , and @Elsa! RE: Living Life on the Edge - Kiuaji - 03-08-2016
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Frostfall was doable enough for the titan sized seer, Thal'Sharah had been diverse in it's regions as it had been it's weather, the northern reaches had a wind which cut deeper than the one currently whistling in his ears and snow that seemed a hundred leagues colder than what fell from Helovia's skies. This, well, this was a nice change of pace. His fur was never destined to grow in lush and plentiful when the breath of winter ushered itself to life, but it grew enough that the blue speckles upon it seemed more like shooting stars than their still sisters. The Seer had been near the borders when the summon reached his ears, ears perked against the wind and his body swiftly turned. It seemed that meetings were once again upon them, the last one had been where Lady Moon had granted him his position as her voice, her Seer — would this be another where those found worthy would be elevated? or was it a simple seasonal summon, to reaffirm goals and recruit those that did not have a purpose? He moved swiftly over the frost touched ground, leonine tail trailing like a long banner of silver and purple against the stark forest. His thought themselves took flight, like great birds migrating south for the winter, each beat of their delicate white wings another there was much he could say at this meeting — if he was allowed. The Wise Ranks were lacking, and those that were there seemed to be were not as devoted to recruiting nor their tasks as he. Disappointing, that was the word for it, wasn't it? It was not an emotion or feeling he was intimately acquainted with. It would seem he needed to be of a firmer hand, at least for now, Thal'Sharah had spoiled him with their devotion to all of their pantheon. The clearing comes into sight as his thoughts once again come to land within his mind, the great sentinel stepping out of the tree's with a shake of his great head and neck, long rivers of silver flowing against the motion. His head dips to each of the mares he passes, gentle to avoid bumping into them with his great muscled haunches with a whispered murmur of 'my lady'. "My King." He greets as he comes to stop at the front of the crowd, taking his place further off to the right in order to peer over the rest of the herd. "My Queen." His head lowered in a deep bow for her, as custom dictated him to do so. "I'm glad to see that you are both well." There is concern in his voice, silver eyes peering at the monarchs, Tembovu pulled his gaze more than Elsa for something seemed off with the King. Though, he knew now was not the time to probe into the fellow Goliath's private life and thoughts, maybe it would be wise to see stay back afterwards and inquire if he was alright — see if the Elephant King would like a rematch on their spar. "Perhaps, if you will permit, I would like to say a few words myself when urgent matters have been dealt with." He moved on from his thoughts, to his own task at hand, exhaling a frosted breath, looking at the crowd gathered. While he spied only one of his fellow wise ones, he did not see the other. Disappointment again flooded his chest, this meeting would herald a change he thought, he will inspire others to flock to the moon goddess' cause. We are all like the bright moon we still have our darker side RE: Living Life on the Edge - Raeden - 03-08-2016
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