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RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Auriel - 07-18-2016 I said to the sun—what's the Big Bang like? the sun said—it hurts to become
I came as called. I heard the Elephant King's voice boom throughout the land, even from my dance in the sky. With a reluctant, smoky snort, I descended from the arid atmosphere to the breezy, smoldering land below. The humidity sickeningly clung to my coat. I avoided the ground at all costs because of this, or I lingered farther north in search of cooler conditions. I arrived upon the meeting, staying in the shadows, on the edge of the gathering. Fortunately, it seemed I hadn't missed anything, and I wasn't too tardy. But I stayed on the outskirts, watching the others from behind pallid lashes and nebulous clouds of smoke. Too many faces were unfamiliar, I was a stranger in the crowd. I knew a handful, of course, but not well enough to join them when all I really wanted to do was return to the sky, or to cooler temperatures, at least. My eyes found the pale figure of the Icebound, her scarred bodice and regal stature displaying her before all as the Queen she fought to be. I couldn't tell if she were broken or blissful, especially at that distance, but I hoped for her sake it was the latter. Mentally, I reminded myself to seek her out soon. We hadn't spoken in...a while. And Shida? Fuck if I knew what she was up to. The little explosion wouldn't be happy if she thought I were forgetting about her or something of the like. I certainly hadn't, I sadly lacked the time to visit. RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Iona - 07-18-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Raeden - 07-19-2016 RAEDEN but what is love without lust Late.... Once again the pale Specter was late to something. She couldn't help that her job made it so she was never in her home. Raeden was always out looking for objects and information for the herd. Her cream hooves cantered softly through the lands as she jumped over an intact piece of the glass wall ruin. Her front legs laded with a soft thump and teal eyes turned to see her small companion keeping up with deer like strides. Rippling milk waves flagged behind her as she could hear the sounds of the herd speaking and gathering around. Sweat dripped from her feminine form from the hot burning sun above. The mist of the Edge did not make the situation any better. Great now her hair was going to frizz up into a hot mess... Oh well at least she was not THAT late.
Silver flecked orbs caught sight of the fellow specter and cream hooves came to a walk. Raeden found a spot next to Iona with a soft smile. Her gaze did not dare look into the direction of the man with a cold dead like soul... (Well his name was Mauja). Looking to her king and queen something felt different about them, but what did she know? A small giggle squeaked from her mouth as she heard Iona speak about the tent like thing above the Elephant king. Cream tresses flicked softly over her cloud covered coat.She waited to hear what her king and queen had to say about Edge. Tin stood patiently by her side breathing heavy and deep to catch his breath. "talk talk talk" table code by tamme
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Anzanie - 07-19-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Caenan - 07-19-2016
@Rohan @Ultima RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Naerys - 07-19-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Evangeline - 07-19-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Elsa - 07-20-2016 Elsa, Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
Before anyone could speak, move, or breathe, the thoughts, the regrets everything was just tumbling around in her head and it was too much. Somewhere along the way, someone approached and ran off. Her daughter slid in somewhere, she could smell, and see her but not acknowledge her presence. Edgar was by far perturbed by the situation. His feathers were ruffled as the debate from the previous night bled into his thoughts. She was going to do it- she was finally giving into the pressure and essentially giving up. That’s at least what it would seem like to the rest of them. To her, it was away to step back from the one person she had begun to trust. Speaking of which, Hawezi was not with his father nor his aunt, and a small bubble or fear trickled into her system. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. Elsa took a step forward, a motion for everyone to pay attention to her for a moment. In all of her scarred, sad, stony glory, the broken queen finally would reveal a crack. There was a moment of hesitance before she spoke- suddenly feeling a fleeting emotion of sadness for Tembovu. But that’s all it was- fleeting. Clearing her throat, the Icebound stood tall amongst the ranks before her. Some unfamiliar, while others were faces she had seen once upon a time. None she could consider her friend, none that would mourn the loss of her position. With a clam, quiet, resonant voice the Icebound spoke. “I stand here today, renouncing my position as queen. Tembovu and the rest of you will fill the position with whomever you deem fit. I will remain with the herd, but not as your head. You deserve someone better. Thank you.” She took a step backwards, relishing the fact that this was the last time she needed to stand next to him. No more pain, no more fake smiles, no more promises that she couldn’t keep. She would return to the shadows from which she emerged, delving into the comfort of the place that never left her with lies and promises. Edgar screeched his agreement towards his bonded’s decision. But he couldn’t help but spare a solemn, sad glance towards the elephant companion that trailed next to the king. They could have been really good friends, if only things had not gone so wrong. The Icebound was now just Elsa. The name that would soon be wiped from the minds of Helovia. ’I told you Tembovu. I was never a queen, and was certainly never yours.’ "talk" Elsa is stepping down due to a. real life kinda eating me, and I am not able to put in as much time as such a thing is needed. and b. well she's just like sticking her middle finger to the world. ;P So sorry for not being here like I should guys. <3 RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Tembovu - 07-21-2016 tembovu
His Queen appears shortly after him and it is very apparent that she does not want to be near him or, perhaps, even at this meeting. Though he wasn’t left long in the silent, still, cool presence of his Queen. Soon Alysanne (he stiffened even more) appeared, though he was shocked to find a brightly genuine smile and greeting pouring from the painted beauty’s black lips. His brows raised and he dipped his great skull in greeting and silent affirmation that he was doing well, despite the sadness that lingered beneath his gaze. Others come to stand with her: Dacianna, the Riftan-turned-Sage that dedicated herself to the Edge; Lyanna, the newest Apothecary who, also, had shown noted efforts for recruiting and healing. His great head dipped to lightly bump Hera in return to her playful greeting. His head rose, eyes traveling on the edges of those gathered and noting the ones who stood away from the herd. He recognized Ravel, the dark, slender woman along with Graasvoel, the wild Korofi. Evangeline, too, stands off away from all, surprising the King. He doesn’t recognize the skull-faced woman who gives both himself and Elsa a nod of greeting, and he returned it while his navy eyes study her for a few moments longer. A flash of movement drew his eyes in time to see Imani, the striped mystic man of oddly colored eyes disappear into the trees. What had spooked him? The King’s head cocked, gaze continuing to see the brightly spattered, two-winged woman leaning heavily against a tree. Was she alright? Caenan was there, greeting after her. And Tilney was close by, and he was better able to heal herd members than the Elephant. His eyes caught the happy glances and whispers shared between Arah and Tilney, and the King was relieved to find himself happy for the beautifully antlered pair, any sense of his initial jealousy entirely dissipated. He then found Nyx, traveling with rounded sides. Pregnant, again? And, unsurprisingly, covered with fresh scars and just-healed wounds. He wondered what stallion had bested her in battle this time, but wasn’t left long on the thought as Oizys appeared with sparking stag. His brows raise, before nodding a greeting to Rohan and Auriel in turn as they arrived. His gaze finds Mauja, the Frozen Light, very much melting in the Tallsun heat. His eyes follow the wet slap of his tail against his flanks, purposefully avoiding the black, angry scar on his chest. He succeeded in glancing at it only once, the sight leaving his barrel empty and cold—though he quickly focused on those standing around him. Glasgow stood alongside the spotted man, and the King returns her nod of greeting. A dark man with foxes also stands with the man who held a presence in his heart; but he had not met this blood-washed stallion (the Edge was growing). And another, an orange woman of fire who was vaguely familiar, but whose appearance did not bring pleasant tidings (later he would recall her from that fateful night in the Deep Forest). His eyes watched Anzanie arrive, the lovely splashed Glazier, to stand alongside her fellow crafter. A kitten wove through the equines, and the King’s eyes skittered to try and find its bonded. But then it changed, morphed, grew into Naerys. His black brows rose again—since when did she have crafting magic? A small grin crossed his face at the though of them shifting together; perhaps the cat would like the view from atop an elephant’s skull? “What the hell is that?” Iona’s unmistakable voice and frankness cut through the air, drawing a chuckle from the King. Despite starting the meeting with sadness and uneasiness, being surrounded by those of the Edge set his mind at ease. He nodded hellos to Raeden as she joined her fellow Specter. But then Elsa abruptly stepped forward, taking everyone gathered’s attention. The King’s ears swept forward, uneasiness returning. Rarely did Elsa speak at meetings, rarely was she comfortable enough to draw such attention to herself. So, with troubled eyes, he watched and listened. “Renouncing my position as queen.” And the Elephant King’s ears swept back, guilt and angry welling swift and overwhelming in his chest. He had caused this, he knew. He was culpable for this particular, visible crack in the Icebound’s cold armor. His eyes closed for a moment, lips pressing together and head turning slightly away from her, from the herd, from everything. Though his mind tried to give into his guilt, he gritted his jaw. He was King, there was no place for breaking beneath the load of regret and remorse he had brought onto himself. Especially before the entire herd. So, with a deep breath, his eyes popped open and he turned to look at Elsa, now standing beside him once again, “The Edge thanks you for your time dedicated to being our Queen, Elsa,” his voice was loud, before softening to a murmur, “I thank you.” There was an apology in the whisper meant just for the monarchs, but he couldn’t dwell on it. They needed a new Leader; the first to come to mind was Mauja. But Mauja was his friend (though that seemed too inadequate a word) and he did not need a ’friend’ to rule alongside him. He did need a friend to advise him though; and Mauja was well versed in the aspects of leading a herd… The Edge needed balance in its power. Perhaps that was where he and Elsa went astray: they both were too tied to the love of sparring and thus attraction to each other. There was one in the herd, however, who had repeatedly challenged him and stood up to him: Alysanne. And, with Alysanne, he knew he needn’t ever worry about mixing leadership with lust. But Elsa was still a solid warrior presence in the Edge, despite being broken. She sparred and thoroughly beat her King—so his eyes glance around at those warriors present, mind turning over their spars and appearances in the herdlands. His dark blue gaze even lingered for a long moment on Nyx’s (once again) pregnant sides, thoughts turning and mulling rapidly before the entire herd. So, finally, he spoke, “Alysanne, you have been in the Edge for longer than I. You are dedicated to healing its members and welcoming newcomers. You are a healthy and healing balance to my dedication to the tactics of war. The Edge would be honored and indebted for you to lead it.” He took a breath, eyes looking over the gathered Edge, before landing on his speckled, beloved friend, “And Mauja, having two monarchs with opposite strengths will require guidance. The Edge would greatly benefit with you as its Emissary to counsel its King and Queen.” He paused, looking back at the Icebound, “Elsa, your dedication and prowess on the battlefield cannot be forgotten. We would be lucky to have you has our Captain,” his eyes sweep to Rohan, then his voice boomed again, “Rohan, you are a strong warrior, but your presence in training has been lacking. I think your strengths are suited to Sergeant, and you, Caenan,” his navy eyes sweep to the sea-loving cutlass, “Would better serve the Edge as Protector, for now.” His eyes remained on those he called upon to for a moment longer, before turning his sights to the healers. “With Alysanne as our Queen, it leaves an open rank in our Moon Doctors. After our losses in the Rift battles, I am wary of not having healers available,” he paused, looking at the newly promoted Apothecary, “And so I ask Lyanna to step into the role as Moon Doctor.” Had circumstances been different, the King might have smiled warmly at the woman. Instead, he simply nodded. “And there are others who were promoted before this meeting: Glasgow is now our other Glazier and Dacianna is now among our Sage ranks.” He sighed, taking a breath to continue speaking, never had he spoke so much at a meeting. “Though our herd swells in number, which is both impressive and inspiring, all that pass through the Threshold should be offered a home among us. I ask you all to visit Helovia’s borders in search for those who wish to start anew,” his great head swiveled, looking around as he ensured his request was heard by all, “And there is an enemy of the Edge. Her name is Ovidius, and she is a small, dark mare with golden horns along her face and back. She has attempted to steal from the Edge and has challenged your King. Be wary of her.” His eyes travelled to the crafters, Anzanie and Glasgow, and glanced at the glittering piles of glass creations behind him, before continuing, “As of the last season, our Glaziers have been blessed with more glass to craft with. We have spears, shields, shivs, and caltrops for those who would like to arm themselves. And, as you can see, we have traded with the Basin for this canopy,” his thick horn gestured towards the lilac shade, “And we have traded with the Throat for an iron gate alone the southeastern border.” He paused, looking southeast in the direction of the distant, beautifully crafted (but sturdy) gate, before continuing to the last part of information he needed to tell the Edge. His booming voice was beginning to grow tired, but still it called strongly over the herd, “The gate stands as a promise for what our Moon Goddesses has granted us: glass spikes to protect our borders. The spikes will be enchanted by the Goddess to slip beneath the soil so that we will not be trapped inside our borders. However, to gain such protection, the Goddess tasked us with clearing a bramble thicket along our boundaries, digging a trench for the spikes to slip into, testing the strength of the glass we will rely upon to protect us, and lastly our warriors must spar with the glass so that we understand the pain we inflict on others.” His deep, rumbling boom finally fell silent as he surveyed everyone. Times were changing. the elephant king OKAY there was a lot covered in this post, I apologize for the overload (I probably should have split it up, but I was on a roll)! Here's summary: Rank Changes -Alysanne→ Queen -Mauja → Emissary -Elsa→ Captain -Rohan→ Sergeant -Caenan → Protector -Lyanna→ Moon Doctor Crafted Items -From Basin: Tent they're under -From Throat: Iron Gate at SE border -Greenhouse, glass jars (to grow/store herbs) -If you would like any of the below herd-crafted items, please reply to this thread ICly (by 7/28) taking it and then post in Record Updates Spears (for warriors) Shields (for warriors) Caltrops (for warriors or sneaks) Shivs (for sneaks or warriors) Herd Quest A reminder that those with rank magic must post twice and half the herd must post once in our herd quest! Go check out the threads & post: Clearing Bramble Thicket Trench Digging Glass Target Practice And at least 2 warriors must spar with glass spears. General Announcements: Ovidius is an enemy of the Edge! Glasgow was promoted to Glazier before meeting Dacianna was promoted to Sage before meeting Tembovu asked everyone to GO RECRUIT/THRESHOLD The following need to post in the next 7 days (7/28) @Alune @Kiuaji @Viserra @Quentin @Merida @Sansa @Orithia @Ichab @Calstron @Laume @d'Arcy! @Enyo @Glacia @Kvasir @Entia For those that have already posted: replying to this round is not mandatory unless you are taking an above-mentioned item! RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Mauja - 07-21-2016 like breaking diamonds with your hands It was warm, and the rest of the herd didn't even have the decency to teleport to the location so they could get the meeting on with, over, and done. Perhaps, if it proved to be just another exercise in 'how to hurt Mauja's fragile feelings', he'd just go dunk himself in the lake. Let them .. do whatever they did .. while he enjoyed a cool swim and took advantage of a naturally liquid environment to mask tears he wasn't sure he could hold back if that thing happened again. He didn't even know what it was, precisely. He wasn't interested in power—he wasn't interested in fancy titles and climbing the ladder towards the top again. He still had no idea what Tembovu's intentions with anything were, but so far, so good? Aside from a few questionable but easily explained things, but they only concerned Mauja. No one else should bother with it. No one else needed to know it. He guessed that what it was, was nothing but sheer jealously, envy and fear, that these figures from Tembovu's murky past (but they all knew it, didn't they?) would mean more to him than Mauja did. It was selfish, it was pathetic and pitiful, and it was just one of those things Mauja kept piling snow on top of in the hopes of burying it, and the feelings attached to it, once and for all. He couldn't afford to have emotions. It was undignified. It was counter-productive. It was less than perfect. So while he stood quite still, and looked quite neutral, though a bit tad sweaty and with the faintest of frowns creasing his pale head, there was dread in the pit of his stomach. Dread, that they would show up, they, who had flocked around him at the last meeting, all of them painted in patterns and shapes similar to the Elephant King. And maybe, the striped mutt who came, laid eyes upon the King and Queen and then fled, was one of them, and maybe the large Pegasus coming after, before chasing after the striped one, was, too. And maybe, they were not, and thus Mauja's well-masked wary wait went on. His gaze skimmed the arrivals—Nyx, pregnant again (when was she not? and he was reminded about a meeting the Edge had held many, many years ago, when Korra and Lotus had argued about that particular thing—), with some lightning-beast-wielding mutt at her side. Dacianna, with whom he had still not made amends for yelling at and then kicking unconscious, sidled in next to Alysanne, eventually joined by an ever-growing crowd as one latched onto another, who latched onto another, and so it went on, with at least Lyanna and Iona joining. When Raeden did, he turned his gaze away, trying to fight down his conflicting emotions. (There they were again, those emotions. Mercilessly, he stomped them down, trying to clear his mind, freeze over, prepare for what he knew was going to come: pain and disappointment and estrangement, in one way or another.) Just as a crowd had formed around Alysanne, a crowd formed around him, a blend of bodies half in the sunlight, half in the slanted shade. Sacre was the first, coming with his foxes, and Mauja reached out to bump his soft muzzle against his black neck. On his other side, Glasgow settled, with Anzanie next to her, and his greeting was a glance and the flick of an ear, before a mare he felt was vaguely familiar slid in next to Sacre. She was copper-colored, but that wasn't what caught his attention; it was the sparks dancing along her skin, vibrating with energy he didn't trust. Still, in the lackadaisical manner the owls often employed about things he should know because they knew, they informed him she was a friend. Next was that furry black cat trailing passionflowers, and his head bent to try and catch a fleeting touch of her soft fur before she bounded forth and became Naerys. It was as if her transformation broke the spell, because Elsa stepped forth in a way that said hey, look at me, I'm about to speak. His white tail flicked out of habit, but likely he just smacked Sacre's hocks instead of being able to fan his own flanks. Oh, well. His blue eyes settled on their Queen as the questioning unease in his stomach grew. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and her voice was too quiet—would it carry to the back? “I stand here today, renouncing my position as queen.” It was far less dramatic that his resignation, and despite the mixture of fear, sympathy and surprise, it was not Elsa he looked at, but Tembovu. His black-rimmed, tan ears swept back, clenching against his neck, and his eyes closed as he turned his head away. What had happened there? To him, Tembovu's stance screamed of guilt, of pain and regret, of fighting back a tide of emotions and had it been Mauja standing there with such a display upon his face and body, his mind would've been screaming that it was all his fault. Was Tembovu's doing the same? Would the Edge ever have a Queen capable of ruling for more than a mere few months? And why was everything so quiet in his head? Where was his pulse, that should've roared? Where were his thoughts, which should've been cataloging this information, and calculating the fifty thousand different scenarios which might take place? He was still fixed on Tembovu, holding his breath; not afraid, merely captivated. He couldn't even tell why. The time until his navy eyes opened again felt like years, but surely it had been but a matter of seconds? I did this to you, he thought sadly as he saw the composure in Tembovu's face; am I turning you into me? Was it, truly, Mauja's fault that he had had to deaden his own emotions? What would have happened otherwise? Of course it was Mauja's fault, he was the on who had thrust him into leadership, and without that, he wouldn't have led beside Elsa, and gods knew what wouldn't have happened then . . . “Alysanne, you have been in the Edge for longer than I.” He wasn't sure what he felt. (He thought he felt nothing, but not the good nothing, the bad nothing, the shocked nothing that is but a prelude to something much, much worse.) Alysanne? Some stupid, feeble hope in his heart wished he was simply asking her to appoint a new leader, but each word spilling loud and clear from Tembovu's mouth hammered the nails deeper into the coffin's wood, until it was well and truly beyond doubt that he had chosen her. He wasn't even jealous—he was just bewildered—a little lost and, somewhere, perhaps .. rejected? He didn't want to be a leader again (or did he?), and—he knew there was so much he didn't know about Tembovu, and he didn't even want that from him, just—just—just something, and whatever it was, he wasn't getting it. Not even when Tembovu threw him a band-aid in the shape of a promotion to what he assumed was just beneath King and Queen in rank, but band-aids can't fix broken souls. He wasn't even sure if he had a choice. It had almost been worded as an offer, as if he could refuse, but honestly, how could he? Not like this, not in front of the entire herd, and maybe, if he did this thing, took this job, he could forget about everything and drown himself in the incessant motion of duty and all these brittle, broken things would be forgotten again. Tembovu shoved Elsa into the structure of the warriors, setting off a land-slide of little demotions, went on to promote Lyanna, but Mauja barely listened anymore. He felt numb, and cold, even in the brutal sunlight. He said something about Glasgow and Dacianna, about the threshold, about Ovidius, but Mauja barely heard it—or at least, he thought he hadn't, until he heard his own voice cut through the meeting in the wake of Tembovu's lengthy speech. "Ovidius belongs to an outcast group called 'The Unbound'. If anyone has any information on them, please step forth and share it." And still everything was so eerily silent in his head. Mau is asking about information on THE UNBOUND. RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Alysanne - 07-21-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Kiuaji - 07-21-2016
RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Adaeze - 07-21-2016 curiosity killed the cat . satisfaction brought it back
Meetings were so boring. Adaeze had had her fair share of meetings in Dorobo ... at least until the council had decided that she'd needed to be put to death. That had been the end of her meeting attendance, but it wasn't something that she'd missed at all. Droning on and on and on with announcements, promotions, warnings, and the like was boring. She had even thought about not attending at all, why should she if she had no rank? But the idea that her best frenemy would be there, as he always was when Temby was involved, spurred the cat into motion. Even with the thought of finding Kiuaji at the meeting, Ada took her time. She hoped that if she took long enough when she arrived the meeting would be ending, she'd have missed all the boring bits, and still would have shown her face. Unfortunately for her, when she arrived Tembovu was in the middle of promoting someone to queen (what happened to the old one?), and someone else to Moon Doctor, and blah blah blah. Ada tuned Tembovu's voice out and began to search the herd for a certain stallion. When she spotted him she smiled to herself. Kiu was never really hard to spot in a crowd. He was to pretty not to be noticed and she'd told him that several times before. She moved in his direction, slipping around horses that were in her way and pushing past others who didn't leave enough room to pass. The cheetah slipped up to Kiuaji's side, her shoulder rubbing against him in her typical cat-like manner. "Hey, baby." She purred. "Whaddya say we ditch this meeting for some real fun?" She asked, winking playfully at her friend. It had truly been too long sime the two of them had had time to sit and gossip. "." Adaeze RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Alune - 07-21-2016 Moonlight Sonata
"I'm sorry I'm late, my King." His silvered voice called from the tree's as he emerged, nostrils flared to intake lungfuls of air after all but galloping through the thick heat of tallsun. He's not made for such heavy weather, he's far more used to the cold, or temperate days with the breeze rolling in off of clear waters. The Seer is at least in time to hear their former Queen's stepping down, and a new one being appointed in her place, silver eyes immediately turn to the newly crowned lady and his head dips towards her. "And I'm sorry I am late to your crowning, my Queen, many blessings of the Gods upon you. May your reign be a long and fruitful one." Another inhale is taken and he rights himself, seeking what little comfort he can in the shade of the tree's next to the gathered heard, leonine tail coiling and flickering across the grass idly. He had meant to be late, he had been busy carefully going over his completed statue, making sure everything was perfect, no imperfections or crooked lines that would require him to restart again. "If I could have a moment of your time, Tembovu." Finally having composed himself enough to speak out, without constantly stopping to try and wrestle his breathing and heart rate back into shape. "I have finished the moon statue, it awaits to be transported to the seer's grove though I'm sure I can do it myself, if hooves are better placed elsewhere." He rumbled with a soft smile. "And I must apologize for my absence...I have not been entirely myself as of late, my heart wrestles with questions of home and how my brethren fair. They should no longer interfere with my duties." He turns then, back to the gathering before him, lapsing into a contemplative silence. He has little more to offer the meeting, those that wish to join the Seer's ranks know they need only find him and ask, not wait until meetings like this to ask for a place. We are all like the bright moon we still have our darker side RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Kiuaji - 07-21-2016
@Adaeze RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Calstron - 07-21-2016
@Raeden Coding by Tamme, Customization by Goatfairy, Stock by Vic1230@flickr RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Laume - 07-21-2016
Horse Stock: AussieGal7@dA, BG Stock: DeletedAcct, Manip: ExquisiteIllusions@dA(me) @Arah OOC: No need to reply if you don't want to, just thought you'd like to know she saw her at the meeting. xD RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Nyx - 07-21-2016
TL;DR: Nyx is salty then takes a spear and shield and tries to zoom away before anyone slaps her pregnant ass. Feel free to stop her! RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Elsa - 07-21-2016 Elsa, Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
Everything heading out from her speech went just as planned. No one said a word, no looks of anger and jealousy were given. She supposed that everyone must’ve held the same thought about their former queen- absent and mentally unstable. But to say she made it out of this alive was a lie. It hurt that Tembovu had so quickly announced a replacement. There was no grace period, no time for others to vote. She had nothing against the new queen, but against the fact that it seemed he had planned on her leaving. Her ears tilted back slightly, only flickering back forward as Nyx, their general, so brashly spoke. Well, now her general. Technically she had no right to say anything about the situation. But something had to be said. It didn’t seem like Tembovu was making a move. Sure, she apologized but anger broiled within her. Insubordination was not something to be taken lightly. Their new queen deserved as much, and even more, respect than herself did. ”I would advise you to respect your queen, General.” There was a hiss of anger and coldness behind her voice. It didn’t matter if Elsa had fallen below her, she was not going to let someone walk over a woman who is befitting to run the Edge. ”I suppose this is my time then to step away. Congratulations Alysanne, I know I won’t be of much help, but if you ever need any advice, I’d be willing to help you.” A small fraction of a smile made its way across her face as she took a step away from Tembovu. He was just as heartless and unforgiving as she expected. He displayed no emotion towards her resignation, instead falsely giving her accolades for her work. ”Goodbye, Tembovu.” She said quietly. She had enough knowledge to know he truly did not care for her presence. She would do her best to stay out of his way as much as possible. And with that the icy queen stepped away from the throne, and away from those who suffered beneath her grasp. She needed to retreat back into the life of a warrior. Silent and observing. A woman of few words she would be, but a woman of many deadly skills she would become. Edgar sat quietly on her head, contemplating what had happened. He could feel mixed emotions bouncing around in his bonded as they meandered away from the crowd. She thought maybe the third try would be a charm, but it seemed as if her curse was never going to break. The less connections she had, the less care she had, the more deadly she could become. "talk" @Alysanne @Nyx @Tembovu are all directly addressed. Elsa is walking out but you can stop her if ya wannt. RE: Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting] - Glasgow - 07-21-2016
Directly calls out @Nyx (sorry :|||) congratulates @Alysanne |