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Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Narcissa - 08-19-2016 The wind howled, the thunder roared and the world was lit up every so often by streaks of lightening, splitting the sky in two like a knife. Thick droplets of rain launched themselves from the miserable clouds like tiny bullet, pelting whatever foliage they could reach and soaking Narcissa through to her skin. Silver and grey locks plastered themselves against her muscular body; drip, drip, dripping down her neck and shoulders as they traced their way through the roan fur to fall swiftly to the sodden ground. Mud and burrs had matted themselves into the thick feathering that dressed her hooves, dirtying the grey to a dark brown. Other than the odd disdainful flick of her large hooves the large mare paid her state no mind; thick shoulders hunched over and neck lowered as she ploughed forward against the wind. Darkness had descended hours ago, a moonless sky cloaked in storm clouds covering Helovia as midnight loomed. Periodically the sky light up brightly with each flash of lightening but otherwise shadows coated the forest. All that could be seen of Narcissa with her grey coat was the brilliant blue eyes; that was until the sky was pierced with yet another strike of yellow light, revealing the maiden in all her moody glory. A snarl twisted her lips, anger in her eyes, as strong pillars pushed the surprising shapely body forward. Narcissa was not in a good mood. It had only been an hour since the roan femme had entered the forest, swallowed by trees reaching for the sky and branches clawing at tall frame, and already she was lost. Not a good thing. Narcissa had always prided herself on her sense of direction, her survival instinct and yet here she was a lost as a little filly that stray too far from its mother. Oh that thought hurt. Memories of her own mother swirled to the forefront of her mind; the argument they had before she left as fresh as though it had been just yesterday. This did not help her mood. Emitting a low growl from between bared tear the large hooves began to pound the earth as the mare shifted into a canter, leaves and twigs vibrating with the sheer strength of her movements. Never one to hide, Narcissa cared little about who might cross her- more fool them. However despite her size and muscle weight the sound of her cantering could barely be heard about the howling wind and torrents of rain that sought to drown everything beneath the pitch black sky. Oh what a wonderful day this had turned out to be. She thought darkly, and it would only get worse if she just happened to cross paths with another. Open to anyone, if you think she is suitable for your herd then you are welcome to try claim her xD
RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Tiamat - 08-20-2016
RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Paradox - 08-22-2016
@Narcissa RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Narcissa - 08-23-2016 The ground vibrated with each step, pounding like the thunder that rolled overhead as the beast continued her fast pace, ears flat against her head, eyes narrowed against the torrents of rain and hair dancing madly in the wind. At this point Narcissa was past caring how wet and muddy she was, the mare was only going to get more wet and more muddy as she sustained her gallop. So loud was the wind, the thunder, and so blinding was the rain and lightning that Narcissa was just as unaware of the blue creature and her companion as they were of her. That was until they nearly crashed into each other. The draft came to skidding halt, the mud cast up from her hooves missing the cyan femme and her unusual friend and instead sprays one side of Narcissa’s roan coat. ”Shit!” She mutters under her breath. Deep scourges mar the earth from her sudden halt and she turns brazenly to the other. “Watch it!” She growls, both out of the shock from their near miss and the moody emotions boiling beneath the stone surface of her exterior. However the blazing blue gaze softens slightly (only slightly) and though she does not reciprocate the unicorn’s smile she can’t help but realise that their near collision was perhaps just as much her own fault as the other’s – not that she would actually mention this. The blue femme’s profuse apology perhaps placated Narcissa enough to stop her from snapping once again at the stranger. Dipping her head slightly she acknowledges Tiamat’s greeting, though not lowering her head enough for it to appear submissive in anyway. So the dark blue and white creature had a name too,…interesting; Narcissa had never encountered such a creature however the look on her face remained entirely distant, hiding her intrigue. “Narcissa RaGhul, former Captain of the Aye’Kiazer herd.” Narcissa wasn’t exactly an arrogant creature but she dropped her old title in as she gruffly introduces herself. Whilst the line of RaGhul was particularly famous within its neighbouring lands the roan mare supposed she had travelled far enough that her blood would not be recognised. Narcissa narrowed her eyes at the question; she wasn’t a particularly open mare and certainly didn’t like answering questions for random strangers however her slightly immature response pretty much confirmed Tiamat’s query either way. “So what if I am?” However before anymore could be said another mare joined the little, rain-soaked huddle. Great, more company Narcissa mused sarcastically in her mind, glancing swiftly at the tan coloured newcomer. The large draft snorted at the adorned mare’s question. “What are you doing out in the storm?!” She countered with challenging note in her voice, what Narcissa did was entirely up to her. It became apparent from this new mare’s gestures and words that she had no idea which of the two others were new to Helovia. The muscular mare also decided that it seemed these Helovians liked to tell their life stories everytime they met someone new. However as the sarcasm danced in her mind seriousness took over. This Paradox talked of a group of equines, and taking herself and Tiamat to meet this group. Her audits pricked up with alertness. This could very easily be a trap. “What if I like standing out in the storm?” Her snarky comment covered up the fact that the cogs were whirring in her tactical brain as she weighed up the options. On the one hand both of these mares could be working together to lure any unsuspecting traveller to their outcast group or herd or whatever, however that seemed unlikely for Paradox did not seem to recognise which equine was the newbie. She took a step closer to Paradox, positioning herself slightly in front of Tiamat in what could have been seen as a protective gesture. Whilst Narcissa did not necessarily trust either mare, she was more inclined to believe Tiamat had true intentions than Paradox. Please excuse Narcissa, she sees everyone as a potential enemy until they prove otherwise xD RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Tiamat - 08-24-2016
RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Paradox - 08-25-2016
@Narcissa @Tiamat RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Tilney - 08-31-2016 tilney and oh, there is more to this life
It was time to recruit once again. Nurses were busy in the garden and so the flaxen physician made his trek to the threshold. Marble cloven feet flicked against tallsuns yellowed grass, happily strolling towards his destination. Recruiting was one of his favorite past times - the prospect of a new face in the herd was intriguing as ever. A storm was brewing ahead - how Tilney loved storms. The edge of the threshold was nigh - taking his first cautious steps he could feel something afoot. Voices were easily heard on the wind. Female, he thought at first. Leaping over the underbrush and darting past familiar trees with wondrous precision Tilney came upon a somewhat unlikely group. "Oh, I LOVE storms!" Tilney called through the rain. It was then he noticed his frined Tiamat among the group. "Oh Tiamat! How are you!?" He trotted over to the oceanic mare and enveloped her neck in greeting. "It's been too lo-OH! I have the most wonderful news my dear Tiamat! My beloved Arah - you know Arah - has recently given birth to a beautiful girl!" the patriarch exclaimed to the group. "Our precious daughter. We named her Maude!" He stood bow legged in the mud, rain dampening the wick in his lantern. It took a few moments for him to realise he'd gotten a bit ahead of himself and Tiamat was not the only one present. Tilney verdant gaze crossed from a magnificently marked, dreadlocked mare who reminded him endlessly of his sister Tuppence who shared a similar hairstyle. The other who he assumed was the newcomer was steel in colour and gifted with quite magnificent horns. She appeared quite battleborn, littered with scars and muscle, at least a hand taller in stance then he and at least one hundred pounds heavier in muscle. She was quite a force it seemed. "Where are my manners!" was the vibrant Doctors next chirp. "I am Tilney of the World's Edge. Do you come to Helovia seeking a home? Helovia is a place of new beginings, friend. The Edge is a forest home perched on sea cliffs - we have a kind monarchy and fantastic defense ranks. Would you be interested in joining our warriors?" RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Narcissa - 09-06-2016 Narcissa With perceptive cyan eyes, Narcissa could see the string of emotions play across Tiamat’s face at her harsh words but then respectful greeting. Many tiptoed around the horned warrior for her fearsome appearance was matched by her fiery attitude and nothing would change that but beneath the armour of bristles and words there was a caring and loyal mare who would stand up for what she thought was right and protect those in her herd. Her recent travels had taught the femme that if there was one thing she needed, it was a herd; there was no way she could live the life of an outcast despite the advantages the other, more brightly coloured mare had stated. Paradox, as the dreadlock adored mare announced, quipped back at Narcissa’s challenge but before the larger equine could so much at smile sarcastically Tiamat did something of the likes she had never seen before. Magic had been a mere myth among Narcissa’s family, their herd relying entirely upon strength of body and power of mind and hence to witness the oceanic equine’s performance was certainly a novelty for Narcissa. She was not to enraptured as to stare at it open mouthed, that wasn’t something she did, but her teal eyes followed the bubble like substance as it encased the trio. The horned mare had not considered the fact that these two horses might both be attempting to get her to join their herd or band of outcasts. It was quite funny really, given her abrasive attitude, that these two horses might actually want to recruit her but then again her muscular and scarred form certainly told a tale of her battle prowess, something some might be in need of. However she is not soo unknowledgeable of such procedures as to miss the orange mare’s somewhat pointed mention of her position among the Outcasts nor her statement about Narcissa’s past rank. Others might overlook such a slender mare as a fighter but the roan beast knew that underestimating horses was dangerous. She dipped her antlered head, not an apology for her earlier words or actions but a sign that she respected the mare’s intentions. However before more could be said or done a fourth horse joined the little trio, this time a stallion bedecked by great antlers that reached taller than her head despite her being a hand above him. The femme was slightly taken aback by his sudden appearance and joyful greeting of Tiamat but dipped her head politely as he greeted her. It was as though all eyes were on her now to choose a herd, something the normally fearless mare found oddly daunting. “I am Narcissa and yes I am new to this land, and admittedly without a home.”The last few words were spoken with a slight hiss, not in an attempt to be rude to the three horses but because not having a home could be viewed as a weakness and Narcissa did not wish that admit to any weakness. Inclining her head just slightly to Tilney and Paradox she continued; “Thank you both for your offers, however,” and she turns to Tiamat now, “I wish to join your herd’s warrior ranks.” Narcissa wasn’t entirely sure what made her choose to join the cerulean mare’s herd but there was something about her apparent almost insatiable kindness that made the larger mare warm to her in a way she never usually did for she never made friends. @Tiamat @Paradox and @Tilney thank you all for joining the thread and I am deeply apologetic for how late this reply is, stuff happened and I was unable to post again till now. It was a really hard decision picking a herd by the way xD Also if anyone wants a thread with Narcissa that would be great :)
RE: Life's always lived in the eye of a storm - Tiamat - 09-06-2016
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