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Once Upon a Tragedy - Astolat - 07-15-2016
the bells are ringing, but the blood stopped pumping
as I feel the weight of the fall Like a criminal awaiting judgment she stood in the forest full with scents of many, wondering what to do next. So far she hadn’t come across many souls before her discovery of the woodland she now lingered in, whenever she thought someone was going to run into her, she altered her path so they wouldn’t cross. Astolat had already done too much damage with her luckless fortune and had decided it was best if she lived alone. Yet, living alone in Lothrin was easy. She knew Lothrin, it’s shores and hills, the residents and how best to avoid them. The scenery was familiar, the scents were comforting and surviving was easier. Even in Caenir, if ever she had been blessed with a day alone, she would have survived with ease. Now she didn’t know where she was, the surroundings were strange and the scents stranger, could she survive in an unknown place by herself? Without endangering others? As long as they kept their distance and blessed Lon help them if they dared touch her—Astolat was very much against being touched. The comforting feeling of another warm body next to hers was something she craved, like friendly nose bumps, shoulder brushes… even the warmth of a lover. Astolat dared not wish for it, however. Lest their lives be filled with menace from the unlucky bug that was stuck to her being. It just wasn't worth it, being friends with Astolat. Looking at a nearby tree, she prayed silently to Lilianir and thanked her for letting it grow so beautifully, she thanked the tree itself for doing well and plucked a leaf from one of it's branches, munching on it happily. She didn't even consider that perhaps the Gods of Dalianir didn't work their magic here, it was a habit and Astolat was dutiful. It never crossed her mind that there was a limit to the extent of power that Lon and Lilianir had, she presumed it was vast and endless, she prayed to them everyday for their kindness and mercy. Astolat had always been this way, she thanked the sun for its warmth, the grass for growing so long, the streams for their tenacity and anything else she thought needed her thanks. Chewing the rest of the leaf, she looked about her surroundings and steadily followed the sound of a nearby stream until she came to a halt beside it. Of course, she thanked it, before taking a sip and, with droplets of water dripping from her maw, her laurel gaze glazed over in thought as she wondered what to do now. She could always stay here for a while, but with so many other scents occupying the forest, she wondered if she had somehow stumbled into somebody's home. If that was the case, she would have to ask if it was okay for her to stay. Although a part of her wanted to turn around and go back the way she had come, but if she did that, there was nothing else waiting for her. The Caernirians had left her stranded on a shoreline with nothing but her good dear self. Even if she did lose her nerve and turn back, what if those who had stranded her decided to come back, it was unlikely, but Astolat had no wish to return to Caenir. A small sigh pressed through her lips as she began to look around again. Open to all! :D <3 RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Ashamin - 07-15-2016 ashamin The Clovenheart They had been lucky enough to find a stream running through the threshold that day, so naturally they all took the opportunity to wet their tongues and bodies as thoroughly as possible. With Tallsun in full swing, the three thick coated stags found themselves soaked with sweat more often than not. Though Lochan and Rakt had quickly made a habit of rubbing off old fur against trees, and Ashamin's winter coat was mostly gone, the Clovenheart's beard grew thicker every day. It seemed that what he had assumed was a temporary addition afforded by age and a particularly cold winter was to become a constant feature. Sorry for the inevitable typo too excited to proofread :||||| RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Imani - 07-15-2016 Imani is not unfamiliar with bad luck. The bones that rattle gently against his shoulder with every stepped remind him, as surely as the reflection of his ill-fated eyes. And yet he trots through the Threshold with an easy, almost jaunty step. It is warm but away from the oppressive humidity of the Edge it is almost pleasant. But then he is a creature born of the border between the scorched grasses of the plains and the sinister darkness of deep jungle. The light falls in bars between the tree branches, creating stripes of light and shadow upon his already striped hide. His ears perk forward at the sound of bodies and a voice and he angles towards them, driven by curiosity and perhaps a lingering sensation that he is still supposed to be a shepherd. Trained to his role, it is difficult to shed the mantle despite that it has no meaning here. As he comes upon the small stream, his eyes are greeted by the sight of a pale, delicate mare with banners so long he at first wonders that she doesn't tangle herself in them. She is joined by another stallion, it seems, who calls her a stranger and asks if she is new here. Then, this painted stallion is not. Imani's odd eyes sweep over them both and he gives them a polite nod. "Hello," he offers them both. He doesn't approach quite as close as the other stud, mostly because he thinks that would crowd them all unnecessarily. "I hope the day finds you both well." He waits to say more to hear the mare's answer, resting with one hind hoof cocked with just the toe off the ground. His thick, striped tail flicks habitually to keep off whatever of Tallsun's pests might be trying to pester him. OOC:// Imani RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Astolat - 07-21-2016
the bells are ringing, but the blood stopped pumping
as I feel the weight of the fall Between the bristling forest and the murmuring stream, Astolat dithered on going forwards, the devil in her mind playing cruel tricks with conflict after conflict. The hapless girl fell prey to it time and time again, she had hesitated many times since being dumped on this strange land and each time she had closed her eyes, stumbling forwards despite every corner hiding something else and, sometimes, different. Her gaze was occasionally contended by a broken kind of misery that cracked the edges of her bright features, usually in times like this when she didn’t know where to go and couldn’t see a solution for the dread clouding her thoughts. Her troubles would often start with a suffocating panic that dulled into a constant stress; she helped herself by praying to the Dalianir Gods and singing old songs with cheerful meanings. If she could do these two things then Astolat could fight through the day. So it was with a slightly trembling voice, that she hummed the tune of an old legend of Lothrin—about a bard who fell in love with a sea fairy. Lost so completely in the story, the soft-hued paint missed the moment when she was noticed by a deer and then, by a stallion. So lost that when he called she almost thought it was part of the tale she hummed and she was just hallucinating too vividly, but her ears swivelled to the call and the dawning of realisation crept up on the now silent Astolat. "What is he doing" her alarmed thoughts screeched as she turned her head to see his twisted horn and blaze marked face getting horrifyingly closer. Dismayed, she stumbled away from him, even as he offered his cheek in a manner that seemed polite, but also—so dangerous. If only he knew that she was a harbinger of calamity. “Don’t come near me,” she told Ashamin the Clovenheart. Her voice, though usually quite musical, was flat and firm. As soon as she said the cold words she immediately wanted to apologise, her heart was kind, he too seemed kind, but Astolat could not bare it if she ruined another life by being careless enough to think her luck would be any different here. ”Sorry” she silently projected the thought at him, wishing she could press her sandy nose to his cheek and accept his welcome with something gentler—”blessed Lon, protect him”. Helovia? Astolat mulled the name in her head, the name of the land she had taken a leaf from and drank from its water. She had never heard of such a place whilst living in Dalianir—she must truly be a long way from home. “Yes” she answered his question hesitantly, her voice was now lighter than before as she raised her gaze to try meet his dark one, it wavered now and then to view the two deer that accompanied him. “Am I intruding? It’s just I don’t really know where I’m going” now the musical tones rang through her speech as her heart rate recovered a little, as long as he kept his distance, she wouldn’t mind his company. Their little conversation grew in members, however, and Astolat anxiously snapped her head to the new guy in the back. Grey, striped and dual horned he was interesting to look at, kept a very wise distance and offered welcoming words to which the hapless girl smiled at him with a nod of her head. “You too” she returned politely before going on to introduce herself to both stallions, the deer and whoever else was listening “I’m Astolat, please treat me well” she grinned. <33 yaaa sorry for the wait! RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Ashamin - 07-26-2016 ashamin The Clovenheart
Sorry for the little wait! @Imani RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Imani - 07-27-2016
Imani didn't try to keep the smile from his muzzle in response to them both. It was a gentle, content expression. It felt a little strange to not be the new person here, despite the fact that he had not arrived in Helovia that long ago- though he had been here through the turning of the season, so perhaps it had been longer than he thought. It felt like hardly any time had passed. He was still trying to get his hooves under him and figure out where he fit into the scheme of things here. "It is good to meet you, Astolat." He fell silent and listened as the painted stallion said his piece, ears perked with interest. The Unbound was something of a hot topic around the Edge at the moment and he'd heard the name in gossip several times. There was some unrest about it, he gathered, and the Clovenheart seemed to be the one responsible for bringing the band together. A faint shiver twitched his coat. The words sounded sweet, but he wondered if this rogue band was no different then the bands of restless Banderi who had turned on their own people once their fragile sense of purpose had broken. "It is." He adds softly, when he speaks of being new and overwhelmed. There is a trace of laughter in his voice. This is a good place, he thinks. The time he has been here has shown him that. It is not perfect, but it is good. "I am Imani, recently come to the World's Edge. If you seek shelter or perhaps purpose then you may find it there. At least you are welcome to come stay for a time." His offer is not so eloquent, he thinks, as the larger stallion's. He shifts his weight and the bones click slightly. He keeps his head slightly turned, watching her primarily from his blue eye. His odd eyed gaze was oft unsettling in Dorobo and he has not broken many of the habits of his home. Likely he never will. Regardless of Tembovu's speech of stronger gods and the magic he had seen with his own eyes, the power of spirits was still strong in the shaman's heart. The slight weight of the bones in his mane, almost unnoticed after so long, were still a quiet security. Let not his bad luck spill forth onto those around him. Imani @Astolat RE: Once Upon a Tragedy - Astolat - 09-12-2016
I'm so sorry for the uber long wait!! <3 Astolat would like to join the Unbound! :D |