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RE: Living Life on the Edge - d'Arcy - 03-09-2016 RE: Living Life on the Edge - Iscah - 03-09-2016
Mentions :: @Naja @Tembovu @Glasgow :: RE: Living Life on the Edge - Naja - 03-10-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Quentin - 03-10-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Caenan - 03-11-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Tembovu - 03-11-2016 tembovu
Navy blue eyes fell on Elsa as she came alongside him, a lopsided grin covering his broad muzzle at her cantankerous words as he resisted the urge to tug her slowly-growing mane (not nearly as buzzed as when she first arrived in the Edge). His gaze shifted forward, head nodding in greeting to Tilney’s bow and noting how exhausted the finely antlered nurse looked. One ear tilted to catch Elsa’s jealous growl while the other tilted skyward, feeling the gaze of another on his haunches. He was not given time to turn a questioning look to Elsa, as Iona landed nearby and roughly dislodged ice and water from her wings; the King chuckled at her rough words, though his hide twitched as some frigid icicles landed, darkening buckskin to dark brown. He nodded briefly in reply to her hello, before turning to catch Lyanna’s smile and polite nod. Freyja, another newcomer to the Edge, stood just beyond Tilney and the King returned her nod, looking at her through the man’s crown of antlers. Though his attention is drawn to by the disappointment that radiates from Alysanne— and he noted the absence of Evangeline’s, his other Moon Doctor. Cobalt eyes linger on Aly for a few moments, regret manifesting in a low whine of Mbwene from her place in the trees (she was not coming into the cold wind), before drifting beyond the piebald sisters to Dacianna awkwardly standing behind them. He offered a smile of greeting to the gold-decorated Riftian. His grin extended to Roskuld, and he is mildly surprised to see the Sparklight attending the meeting. She originally sought shelter for Frostfall, but perhaps she wished to stay in the herd? He immediately searched for Mauja— would he go greet the mare he offered leadership to?—, but his ears fell back with disappointment as he cannot find the spotted man. The celestial mare approached the back of the gathering crowd, and the Elephant noted both Katerina’s smile to Elsa and stout avoidance of his own gaze. Lips pursed, unease growing. It grew further still, as Tsavo joined the crowd with lips as tight as his own when her gaze alighted on Elsa. Despite the displeasure pulsing through their bond, Mbwene ambled over to the African-borne mare and lion cub (cubs were much less intimidating than full-grown lions), ears waving in greeting as her trunk reached out wrap around Tsavo’s cannon bone. Naerys’ appearance cannot be missed, as her glare gave daggers to the King from beside her mother— though his own hard stare waits for the glare to melt from her features before turning his attention elsewhere. Obviously, the Elephant King would have many to individually address after this meeting. The dark and secretive Cloak hung at the edges, as did the Edge’s princess, Auriel. Though his brows raise at Rohan’s adherence to the shadows at the back of the meeting— were his eyes barely open? Was he hungover? Briefly, he questioned Nyx’s judgement to have this man act in her stead while she searched for her father. But his thoughts are drawn to Glasgow, as the scarred and grey mare came forward with questions about crafting ranks. He watched Naja and Iscah approach, the blue man asking after crafting ranks as well, before answering. “Now is the right time, Glasgow, but allow a moment for the rest of the herd to arrive, so that all may hear the answer,” he returned to her, small grin mirroring the smile on her face. Had he seen her smile before? He didn’t recall, but was glad to see one on her face, now. Kiuaji, his proud companion perched between his impressive horns, traded words with Tsavo before approaching the front of the meeting. The King’s eyes narrow slightly, uncertain as to if he should be suspicious of Aji’s comments to the lioness; though he cannot help but chuckle at his friend’s comment on the solemnity of those gathered. “Meetings are meant for business, Aji,” he quietly remarked between chuckles to the serpent. Again, his attention shifts as his fellow, moon-pelted goliath approached. He nodded to Alune’s request, “You may, my friend, after I address the herd.” He avoids the prolonged, questioning stare of his observant Seer; now was neither the time nor place to delve into the King’s shadows. He feels the lovely, silver gaze of Raeden, eyes followed the feel to find her smile. Though it gave way to narrowed eyes at his Queen, and he almost shifted uneasily, but held firm and retrained his thoughts on the business at hand. Until his hard eyes fall on Glacia and the foal at her side. Immediately the cobalt softens to navy, head dropping slightly to be at the colt’s level, even as they stay at the back of the gathering. Did Mauja know he was a grandsire? The sadness in the mare’s face stops him from remarking on her new colt, however. Attention shifts as another foal, the older filly of Nyx, sidles beside Raeden. Briefly, he wondered when the two had met, before opening his mouth to speak— But he was interrupted by the flitting, fairy wings of Quentin and the sniffling sighs of Caenan. The smallest of grins turned up the edges of his muzzle at the dejected sag of the fabulous man’s wings and the goodnatured (hopeful?) smile of the pirate. He simply nodded a dismissal of their tardiness— for at least they were present, unlike many others— before sweeping his gaze over those gathered. Seeing the occasional shiver that wracked the bodies before him, he smiled lopsidedly and began to speak, “My apologies for this location of this meeting. Next time I will choose a less windy place,” indeed cold and wind were not something he was accustomed to avoiding in Dorobo, “Firstly, our General Nyx will not be present as she is away on a mission I’ve given her. Rohan,” dark eyes find the hungover man, “Will be promoted to Captain and act in her stead until she returns. Auriel,” his gaze find the face swathed in black vapor, “Nyx has recommended you for promotion as well. Congratulations on becoming Captain. Caenan,” his great skull swept to the tardy, but dedicated, cutlass-horned man, “Your dedication to the Edge has not been overlooked, and I congratulate you as Sergeant.” He paused, thinking for a moment and allowing those advancements to settle, before continuing, “I hope to see our borders better protected by moats and spikes in the near future. For now, however, it is up to our Protectors to train and spar to ensure our safety,” eyes sweep over those promoted. “We now have an alliance with the Aurora Basin. And we are trading glass for metal with the Dragon’s Throat, which is where our Glazier, Anzanie currently is. Those interested in, or already apart of, our crafting ranks,” his eyes fall on Iscah, Glasgow, and Quentin, “I task you with doing something with the remaining, broken glass at our borders. I trust you will come up with useful ideas,” a small grin turned up the corners of his thick lips. Finally, his eyes find Alysanne’s, brow creasing as disappointment darkens his gaze, “Sadly, it seems that our Moon Doctor Calista has disappeared. However, there is one who has shown dedication to the healing arts. Tilney,” his eyes leave the Doctor’s and find the tired gaze of the first who heeded his summons, “In recognition of your work, I welcome you to the ranks of our Moon Doctors.” He finally falls silent, gaze drifting to Iona as she knew better than he about the Sneak ranks (as it should be, given the nature of their craft), before drifting to Alune to await his words. the elephant king WE has an alliance with AB and we are trading with DT. Nyx is gone for a short time, Rohan acting in her place and promoted to Captain. Auriel promoted to Captain, Caenan promoted to Sergeant. @Auriel , @Caenan : Decide on your rank magic and post it in the Rank Updates page! @Iscah , @Quentin , @Glasgow : Tembo’s giving you a task! Do something with the glass (clean it up, make a stain-glass thread, etc). If you have any questions or want to run ideas by us, skype/PM myself or Danjah! Iona, Alysanne, and Alune will handle other promotions/tasks in their next posts. Anyone else: If you would like to join a rank, speak up now! :D Those who are not on absent or have not told me why their characters are not attending: @Uriel @Hera @Viserra @Anzanie @Myrrine @Jahzara @Tiva @Dagger @Calista @Ulrik @Luken @Orithia @Lithium @Arah Remember: Herd meetings are mandatory! Please reply or have a good excuse ready for your King & Queen after the meeting ;] hehe Meeting closure will be on 3/17ish. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Ulrik - 03-11-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Alysanne - 03-11-2016 we heal with love, As Dacianna joined them, Alysanne greeted the mare with a warm smile - happy to see her fitting in with the herd. And her smile only eased further as Naerys joined them, pressing up against her side for warmth. She uncurled her wing carefully to drape it around the growing filly, as much as to provide her daughter with a little bit of warmth as to draw comfort from her presence. It felt good to not be standing here alone, surrounded instead by friends and family. Especially as she received glances from their king - which Alysanne did her best to weather without emotion. That was, until he looked toward her with disappointment. She could not figure out if the disappointment was in her or whether it was over Calista’s absence - but she was quick to take it personally after hearing the announcement that followed. There’s a look of surprise and hurt on Alysanne’s face that she does not bother to hide when Tembovu promoted Tilney. It wasn’t that she did not think the antlered stallion up to the task - he had shown impressive initiative and it would have been a promotion coming soon enough anyway. She resented that it was handed out without even a prior conversation with her. The bitter thoughts were quick to fester from then on - Tembovu must have been unhappy with her work or perhaps even just tired of her lately. They had not exactly been getting along. Now there was someone else in their ranks he could go to, conveniently skirting herself and Evangeline so that they did not have to get along. If Tembovu was looking for someone to replace her he need only say, preferably not in front of the entire herd. Though he’d get a fight from her if that was the case - she had been a Moon Doctor in the Edge longer than he had been a member and she thought she had made it clear that she was not going to be bullied into following every command she did not agree with. With great difficulty she got her expression under control and looked for the chestnut stallion to offer him a warm and sincere smile. “Congratulations, Tilney.” Her green eyes then moved to Elsa, deciding she’d rather focus on their queen while continuing to speak - it was easier to maintain her smile that way. “Evangeline left earlier this morning to go gather herbs, not knowing we would be having a meeting. I will fill her in on all that has happened.” Perhaps, in the future, it would be a good idea for their King and Queen to alert the heads of the ranks prior to a herd meeting so they would all be able to attend. But what did Aly know. Raising her smooth voice slightly to address the crowd now, she slipped back into the role of a leader. “But I’m glad to see so many of the healing ranks present.” Her smile softened as she looked to Lyanna, before looking to the rest of the crowd. She actually wasn’t entirely sure who else was a Nurse, so her gaze flickered among all those present (with one exception) as she spoke. With great care she maintained an easy, light and friendly voice, stuffing the internal turmoil as far down as it could go. “For those of you that don’t know I’m Alysanne, the head Moon Doctor.” Normally she didn’t care for the designation, but if Tembovu was going to micromanage then perhaps he needed a reminder. “Our herb garden has been neglected lately and when the ground freezes in Birdsong, I would like to remedy that. For now, though, we will organize groups to travel south in search of any helpful plants. Anyone else that is interested in joining us would be most welcome to. I’ll travel to the Throat with Evangeline.” alysanne tagging all those in a Healing rank so they see that we've got a TASK! @Tilney, @Lyanna, @Glacia, @Freyja (I think that's everyone?) Sign up/volunteer for travelling to a southern land, I think there’s enough for pairs. Aly will fill in any blanks and if you'd like to go to two just let me know :) Other ranks and those interested in becoming a healer are welcome to join as well! Heart Caves: Dragon’s Throat: Alysanne, Evangeline Halycon Flats: Riptide Isles: Tilney, Lyanna, Tiva RE: Living Life on the Edge - Caenan - 03-11-2016
Mentioned: @Alysanne @Naerys @Rohan @Auriel @Tilney RE: Living Life on the Edge - Hera - 03-11-2016 Shivering against the cold wind the filly reluctantly tried to move closer to the warmth of the fire burning despite the ice and snow. Thank the gods for whoever built and maintained these for if not there would have been many times that she would have become a giant popsicle. Where had the warm weather gone? Was it ever coming back? She wanted to scream and shout out at the world for making such a crappy season but what good would it do? (Not that she hadn't already tried this) Last time nobody had come to hear her complaints and it had only made her more fuster..ated, yes fuster ated. If it wasn't a word it was going to become one now cause she said so. Flicking her ears to the sound of Temby's call the painted youngster stubbornly refused to move from her spot beside the fire. It was too darn cold and surely Temby didn't want to have her there too, he was too busy dealing with whatever grown up things they talked bout. Pawing the snow away with her front hoof she allowed herself to flop down thinking that it would be more comfortable as opposed to standing, boy was she wrong. Legs scrambled underneath her frantically as the icy snow touched her soft belly sending even more chills up her spine causing her teeth to chatter noisily. Snorting defiantly she wished that the warm weather would come back now! After stomping her feet and making a scene that nobody would see the young girl finally picked herself up and headed off to find the others. She was bored, lonely and just wanted to be warm for once in her short lived life it just wasn't fair. Arriving in her own little pouty mood she chose to stick closer to the tree line out of the way. There was still many that she did not know and felt uncomfortable being around strangers without someone she knew to lend their supportive self to her comfort. every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears RE: Living Life on the Edge - Auriel - 03-12-2016 it was said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins A breeze ruffled my feathers, cut through my hair, sent my smoky exhales in wild directions. I heard words fall from the lips of the Elephant King, but I barely listened to them. My mind was in other places, dancing with fictitious worlds and cradling the hands of decrepit apparitions. I was ready to leave before I had even arrived. I paid attention during the important parts, especially when Tembovu began to speak of Nyx. My ears flicked forward, head falling to one side. Her absence? Strange. I thought little of it till my name was spoken by the King. My lips fell apart, my heart fluttered, my ears flicked back in uncertainty. Me? A Captain? At first I thought it was a joke, but no, the King was serious. I smiled, a half-hearted affair. I doubted Nyx's judgment momentarily due to my lack of experience, but in truth, I was grateful. I had been doing my best lately, for that was all I could do, and the fact that it was enough filled me with foreign blithe. I bowed my head in honor, staring at my breast, hiding the accumulating trepidation bestowed unto me by way of frigid borne blood. The cheer of the herd echoed in my auds, but their acclaim was hollow to me at best. My eyes rose, seeking my mother, for her approval was the only one that meant anything to me. My eyes whispered to her, 'Is this okay? Are you proud? Look, I'm trying,' tentatively through pale lashes and rapidly fading smoke. I cheered for my herd mates who had earned a promotion as well, though softly, and after my gaze had torn itself so conscientiously from the Queen. mentions basically just @Elsa tysm for the promotion wow ;~~~~; RE: Living Life on the Edge - Mauja - 03-12-2016 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams Snow would fall in silence, and the world would change—but he would not. The thin blanket of white met his frost-covered hooves with a sharp, near-silent sound as he walked the misty hallways of his ancient home.
He had been here a long, long time. After the wars which had ravaged Helovia he had been one of the first to enter the World's Edge—only a few had stayed to witness the brutality the Gods had wrought upon their followers, and the few ones who had remained had accepted his rule. The ranks swelled with newcomers, all horned, united under the Ice King—Mauja the Frostheart. In the depths of the now-dead swamps he had sworn along his Dark Empress, his jackal, to rid the world of all those un-crowned. Irma was watching the meeting as the frostwraith paced the depths of the forest. Her mind could not pick apart their words, but he was constantly tapped in to her consciousness. And he understood what they said. He understood what she saw. He had even heard the echo of Tembovu's voice floating upon the chill winds, but had hardly moved from his spot face to face with a rime-covered tree. His gaze traveled up its old, sturdy trunk, thinking of flames, the wildfires which had ravaged his home in the years long gone. He saw them gather, to Tembovu and Elsa. He saw them bend their knee, whisper My King, My Queen (and he hated them for it—). They were reduced to their roles. Incapable of fault. Incapable of emotion. Incapable of sorrow. His teeth gnashed with helpless anger, and his heart ached with helpless pity. What had he done to Tembovu, thrusting him into this position..? And he saw other things, too, from Irma's lofty vantage, spinning on the slow, meager winds. He saw things which broke his heart, and stopped him dead in his tracks, no longer advancing upon the meeting. He saw familiarity. He saw envy and love and disappointment and hurt. An effeminate stallion slipping smoothly from a primal mare with a lion, weaving his way with expertise through the gathering crowd; words—'Bov'—coming out like the rustle of satin, his hips swaying like a harlot's. And Mauja wasn't stupid. Tem-bov-u. How hard was that to figure out? 'Aji', the King said. Fondly, perhaps. A rough, uncharacteristic growl spilled from his dark maw. More bodies joined the press, filtering in, gathering, crowding, choking, yet he couldn't acknowledge them—couldn't see them—Irma couldn't tear her eyes from the smooth-moving, smooth-talking stallion. There was a familiarity there. A familiarity which went deep, deeper than the earth. Deeper than whatever claims Mauja had on Tembovu. Mauja had taken the Elephant King in. Mauja had given him duty and responsibility to take his mind off things, given him a chance to sow seeds that wouldn't grow in ashes and be watered by blood. Mauja had given him the fucking crown he wore, placed him at the head of this throng dying for his attention. Tembovu had been the one to back Mauja off the Veins' edge, keep him on this side of life. Mauja had been the one who had burned for Tembovu's grief and rage and his own mistakes. And all of that was taken from him in an instant. He had no place anymore. He did not belong—never had, not really, he had just been the white stag they all chased, trying to lead them onto safer ground. He had never been one of them. He swallowed. Alune towered next to the King. Naerys hid beneath the motherly, loving wing of Alysanne. Elding (—the fuck?) hid in the shadows of the trees, kept company by Katerina. Glacia had Kvasir. Nobody needs you— And Tembovu began to speak. Each word a hammer-stroke falling on the nails of his coffin. Each word soft, loving damnation. Nyx was away. Rohan was promoted. Fair enough. Auriel was promoted. Caenan was promoted. ( How many would die. How much blood would cover the snowy ground, haphazard stains of red— And he had signed up for this shit for eternity. A low, strangled laugh—or was it a sob?—broke the stillness of his corner of the world, an echo dying quickly between the snow-covered trees. [ aka Mauja is being a difficult, jealous bitch. he's nowhere remotely near the meeting but Irma can clearly be seen circling above it! ] Mauja
the white queen RE: Living Life on the Edge - Quentin - 03-12-2016
RE: Living Life on the Edge - Myrrine - 03-12-2016
@Mauja because Myrrine said hi while passing him, hope that's okay since she was super late lol. @Roskuld cause hey meeting buddy!! RE: Living Life on the Edge - Iona - 03-13-2016 iona They came quickly – answering the call of the Elephant. And then they just keep coming. Iona watches idly, memorizing faces she doesn’t know as they arrive, that is until her sister arrives. It was then that all of her attention was diverted to her sister. It had been far too long since the two of them had actually had a decent conversation, but at the moment Alysanne didn’t need to do much talking. Her face was doing all the talking for her. That wince – the once she thought she had done such a good job of covering up – hadn’t gone unnoticed. Iona, to her own credit, didn’t say anything disruptive since official business was being conducted (which was very considerate of her, all things considered) but she certainly filed away this particular nugget of information. Alysanne seemed less than pleased to be at the meeting, to be putting it lightly, and seeing her sister in such a state concerned the painted Specter. Clearly having a conversation with her sister had been put off for far too long. Her eyes continued to flicker between those who emerged from the trees to stand by the cliff. She recognized Dacianna and offered the mare a small smile and a nod in greeting when Alysanne greeted her. She was pleased to see that the mare had made her way to the cliffs. Naerys arrived as well, snaking against her mother’s side (a rare sight nowadays) and seemed just as perturbed about the meeting as her mother. Iona shifted uncomfortably seeing as she was clearly out of the loop about something significant. The meeting starts. Promotions are discussed. Iona tries not to make a face at the idea of moats and spikes. Like the glass wall isn’t health hazard enough. She uttered a sigh at the idea, knowing that only Aly and maybe Naerys are close enough to hear her. Aly spoke, and it caught Iona off guard to hear her so impassioned. However when Tembovu’s gaze slowly crawled her way she knows that the floor is hers, so to speak. So, with little fanfare, she does. “The sneaks have been given an assignment, or at least those who could be bothered to show up to the meeting have been given an assignment. I don’t particularly want to repeat myself. I’m sure you understand.” She said, simply. Her eyes flicked over to where Raeden and d’Arcy stood together, and the smallest hint of a smile crossed her lips. She certainly wasn’t going to repeat herself or assign new tasks for those who couldn’t be bothered to heed the call the first time. No. They could seek her out in their own time. However, she figured that this might not be the most positive note to end her contribution to the meeting. “And congratulations to those promoted,” she added, somewhat awkwardly. The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Uriel - 03-13-2016 Uriel He’d managed to make it to the summons, whereupon he nearly turned tail to hide once more within the Edge and the mists that had become quite dear to him over the past few weeks. Uriel had never seen so many equines, Pegasi, and unicorns gathered together in one setting… It was enough to make him question his new allegiance for fear of having to be social. It sounded more like a chore than a privilege and made the young prince doubt his own existence, if only because he’d clearly been raised more a heathen than a colt. At the head of their figurative table stood the great behemoth, Tembovu, and beside him, his Queen, Elsa. They were quite the interesting pair no doubt, what with a soft and forgiving Lady to equal a primal and serve man. However, surrounding them both were creatures of all kinds. There was golden stallions with antlers, beautiful painted ladies with striking eyes, and even great warriors that rivaled Tembovu himself. Of course, Uriel had little in common with any of those beasts and felt more an outsider than a friend to them… It was a lonely feeling that had only grown more prominent since his return to Helovia and he hoped that time would eventually bridge the gap between he and his so-called family. Yet, it pained him to admit that he longed to one day call them such… He desired for nothing more than the closeness he’d been denied during his childhood. After all, he’d been enraptured by a deadbeat father and taken away from his mother’s loving embrace. Now, all that remained was a truly broken boy, building himself into a greater man than his father could ever claim to be. Even his formers glories would die when Uriel rose from Thor’s ashes. He would take his failures and make them into victories, no matter the cost. Yet, the colt hadn’t gotten off on the right footing and owed an apology to the one he called King. His return to his birthplace had been all but harmonious and Uriel wanted to see to amends, but couldn’t quite find the right time to do so. Clearly, both King and Queen were busy creatures, but Tembovu was anything but approachable- at least in Uriel’s eyes. The only male figure he’d known had abandoned his quaint little family and had stricken a rift between them all. Was the Elephant King a more righteous being than his father or was Uriel looking for direction in all the wrong places? When the great and imposing beast began to speak, or rather continued (for Uriel had been late again), the colt stood to attention. After allowing himself to settle since discovering the hurt and hatred his mother harbored for his father, it had taken the young prince a great deal of time to recover from his own warring emotions. It was finally time for him to forgive and forget and move on despite the confusion an absent father so often left behind… Uriel didn’t know of those who names were mentioned and knew even less about their tasks, but as he searched the crowd for familiar faces, he found no one that he could turn to. Rising panic began in his chest and expelled itself in the form of a sigh from his lips… his mother was nowhere to be found. What did that mean for Uriel now that he had come back? Was he supposed to pretend he could make it on his own? Hide your fangs all you want
Tell us that it's different now, you're up to no good RE: Living Life on the Edge - Rohan - 03-13-2016 Can’t feel anything—when will I learn? I push it down, push it down.
His head throbs. Were he standing closer to their mammoth of a king, the Warlander likely would make a half-playful comment about his booming voice, but from where he rests beneath the trees, Rohan stands quietly. With half-lidded eyes he watches as others come to slowly filter into their gathering, some familiar faces holding his gaze for a moment before continuing lazily on. Thinking back to the last time they had assembled as a herd, he wonders whether this meeting will be as…exciting. He’s not sure whether their patron god is supposed to arrive at every gathering, or just when things get interesting. Part of the stallion wouldn’t mind seeing her svelte figure again, but the other part—arguably a large part at this moment—just wants to retreat quietly back to his solitude. Shifting his weight to a more comfortable position, the antlered stallion leans back, his hips dipping sharply to one side as a hind leg is relieved of his weight. While his head his lowered, green eyes remain loosely focused on Tembovu, one brown-rimmed ear slanting forward when the Elephant King begins to address those that stand before him. Rohan has the idea that he will listen to what his king has to say, perhaps nod a time or two, and then slip back in a quiet and unremarkable ease of events. All is going according to plan for about two seconds before— “Rohan—” The Warlander lifts his head sharply at the sound of his name, the action sending a fresh round of stabbing pain behind his eyes, and he blinks blearily while trying to grasp desperately at comprehension, Temobvu’s words filtering through the echo in his ears. “—Will be promoted to Captain and act in her stead until she returns.” Well shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Suddenly very aware of the Elephant King’s attention, Rohan straightens his posture, gritting his jaw against his aching muscles and his pounding (throbbing, bursting, spiraling) head. For a good long second or two he probably looks like a deer caught in headlights—a very hairy, unkempt deer. Still, perhaps his inebriation has, ultimately, worked out in his favor. Usually, the Warlander’s mind would be spinning with the fresh responsibilities and weight on his shoulders, but now…well, his head is just plain spinning, and far too hazy to dwell much on it now. “I’m honored,” he rumbles, unsure if either Tembovu or Elsa will be able to hear him. Rohan dips his head in a shallow bow, where it rests as the meeting continues. There are a few words that stand out among the rest—Aurora Basin, alliance, broken, healing—which prod at and tempt certain memories that he wishes to smother (why must it be so hard?). Pressing his lips together, the antlered stallion allows his thoughts to drift, lingering on fresh pools and ecstasy, where the cruel pain of reality can’t reach him. notes; Thank you thank you thank you!:D “Speech.” rohan RE: Living Life on the Edge - Tilney - 03-14-2016
Thankyou so much for the promotion! @Alysanne - Tilney will go to the Riptide Isles. RE: Living Life on the Edge - Lyanna - 03-14-2016 mentions: @Roskuld, @Auriel, @Alysanne, and @Tilney RE: Living Life on the Edge - Orithia - 03-14-2016
She had been hovering at the edge of the treeline for some time now, pastel pink eyes shining out from the wind-whipped shade here at the Edge of the World. The pale figure was glad that she had wrapped herself in a cloak of silence as her ears swiveled to catch the voices of her herd. There were a few faces that she recognized, though the vast majority of those that she trained and fought to defend were nothing more than strangers. Passable faces that breathed in the same air as she and relied on an anonymous, rage-fueled Pegasus to protect and serve them in their time of need. The notion stirred up a chuckle. A small grin curled at her lips as she watched her herdmates whoop and holler as promotions and positions were awarded, Tembovu's presence radiating a kind of benevolent dominance that Orithia wouldn't admit that she envied. The rose knew that outside of her soft curves and blushed tones, she was all fire and sharp edges; her dominant energy was a product of animosity and flame, nothing at all like the cool confidence that radiated from her Elephant King. She had to stop herself as more voices rang out amongst her own ranks, the pirate boy that she had briefly trained and patrolled with had been promoted to captain. A fine title for the washbuckled sea child And she was surprised to find that her thoughts were almost fond. Eyes sliding back to rest upon the towering form that served as her King, the desert princess listened but did not engage; she would follow and find her sparring partner in due time, but until then, she would remain a mere wisp. @TEMBOVU @ELSA |