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Winter Games - Mesec - 12-03-2016
A fun activity/games thread for the Edge foals! Please let @Tembovu post first, but tagging the foals listed in the herd if you'd like to join in! <3 @Vesper @Gawen @Maude @Arakh @Zubari @Esinakh @Katua @Kiada @Hera @Oizys @Laume @Verro @Sansa adults are welcome too if they wish Lucius is looking for foals so you guys are welcome to have him collect your character <3 RE: Winter Games - Tembovu - 12-04-2016 The Elephant King loved foals, that was a well known and accepted fact by him—and likely by all those who met him. And, upon accepting the Nightwind into the Edge, he assumed that he found an equally foal-friendly soul with how the man was not often seen without his twin children. It made a broad smile cross the King’s lips when he saw such things. Thus, there was no question who he sought out when the idea to indulge the vast number of younglings popped into his mind. And the man was already there, lingering near the lilac canopy, as the Elephant King stepped on the thick layer of pristine white snow that blanketed the clearing, Mbwene trundling in tow. She wasn’t entirely sold on snow, but it was fun to roll into balls and pelt at her bonded (or the unsuspecting Chico). Though any thoughts of throwing snowballs was wiped from her mind by a sharp flick of the King’s tail and (more likely) by her bright blue gaze landing on Lucius. She trumpeted a greeting, trotting directly up to the dark, wing stallion and his equally dark, winged companion. The King halted alongside the Nightwind, an amused grin crossing his face at Mbwene’s antics, “Good morning Mesec, Lucius,” his heavy horn dipped slightly in greeting to each in turn. He then rose onto his haunches, coming down heavily with both forelimbs, trumpeting loudly as the earth quaked beneath him, “Foals, come!” He then grinned, slightly apologetic, as he realized his close proximity to the other during his loud yell, before saying, “This will be fun.” His grin broadened across his pale muzzle as Mbwene shuffled around in the snow, trunk raised invitingly towards the dark zephyr. There will be some prizes at the end, so you're gonna want to come join this fun ;) teehee RE: Winter Games - Oizys - 12-04-2016
Summary: Oizys stands looking grumpy, whilst Ker makes heart-eyes towards Lucius. Girl's got a Philippine crush! RE: Winter Games - Kiada - 12-04-2016 kiada a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
Poke, poke, poke. A few seconds went by before another serious of pokes found their way along Kiada’s ashen neck. Her white eyelids fluttered open, a blurry world around her came into vision as she tried to focus. Suddenly, more white and feathers hopped in front of her, poking her yet again, this time right onto her horn making a horrific sound. The filly sat up, then shaking her head with a sharp narrow glare to the bearded vulture. “What is so important?” Her voice hissed to the bird, her gaze glimmering with the daggers she wanted pointed at her bonded. Khairi simply offered a beaky grin and a coo before gesturing with his wing to the black and silver zephyr as he flew overhead. The filly’s eyes drifted upwards, capturing the zephyr as he trailed between the trees, then immediately her brows furrowed and she stared back at Khairi completely unamused. “I’m not going.” She huffed, ears flitting back as she closed her eyes again, aiming to fall back into the comfort of her tiny cave. Suddenly, Khairi began to poke her more, this time hopping back out of her way as her ever growing sharp twisting horn jutted out toward him. It took awhile and a lot of convincing, but the white bird finally won. Quietly, and begrudgingly, Kiada made her way to the meeting where Mesec and her father stood. Her gaze looked upwards toward Khairi as if to ask if he knew that her father would be here, and all the bird could do was return a beaky grin. Shaking the sleep from her pelt, she did her best to hide the annoyance that burned under her skin. However, her passive magic made it hard to try and forget about such things. Snakes and wolves slithered and stalked along her spine as she appeared with the group. Her gaze traveling from Mesec to her father, to the silver and blackened older filly, standing there with a bird as well. Khairi dove down from the branches above to land onto her withers, the snakes and wolves meshing and moving around his white pelt as his sharp red raptor gaze landed on Oizy’s companion. Kiada, meanwhile, dipped her head to both Mesec and her father before stepping over to Oizy’s side and offering a small smile. “What’s going on?” She questioned quietly, hoping her father wouldn’t hear, but allowing her oceanic gaze to land on the monarch. "Talk." — she wears fire for skin, but a storm lives in her soul. Kiada makes her way to the gathering, dips her head to Mesec and Temb, and stands next to @Oizys RE: Winter Games - Esinakh - 12-04-2016 esinakh vod chafaan dust to the wind
The strangling’s ears perked forward. A call? Arakh would be there. Arakh was always in the thick of things; brother calf always wanted to be apart of the action. Whereas Esi… Esi was happy at the edges. Safe and clean and whole. She could watch—she liked to watch. She kept herself pristine that way, but she also could be near brother. And some part of her wanted to be around other foals. Even if it was from a distance, mostly. So the little calf, who ever-so-slowly creeped out of the trees, glanced towards the two other fillies already there. Brother wasn’t here yet? Her barred face cocked in surprise as she watched those that had already gathered. The King, the Nightwind, and filly older than her, and one around her age. Thought she was more focused on their markings (and the symmetry of them) than their ages. She huffed softly, unhappy at the golden girl’s amorphous white blobs, her own body unsettled. So she turned her head and began to preen her already glistening white feathers of her white wing—if she could not fix the unruly markings then at least she could make her own white gleam evenly. She swayed, alternating in even increments between preening her feathers, looking at others, and scrubbing the white sock on her front right leg. Though the pale markings were the bane of her existence as they never kept fully clean, the girl at least had something to do while she nervously waited. RE: Winter Games - Maude - 12-05-2016
Image Credits | Table @Katua RE: Winter Games - Arakh - 12-10-2016
RE: Winter Games - Kianzo - 12-20-2016 Kianzo
There was a rift that needed to be repaired between the twins. Not an obvious rift…more like an rib of velvet that was stroked the wrong, thus reflecting light against the grain of the rest of the fabric. It was all apart of the same bolt of cloth, as the two twins were, but there was just something amiss—nearly imperceivable by others. But the colt felt it—felt his own blame in the matter and knew of Kiada’s transgressions with Ru’in that only worsened the entire situation. Though, despite this, the distance was an acute, open sore in the dark prince’s chest. So he orbited around her, not close but never far, allowing Keusi’s keen sense of smell to keep them in Kiada’s proximity. So it was at the edges of the clearing that his sharp, blue gaze stared into the tent’s lilac shade. He glanced disapprovingly at the loud, grey filly Kiada chose to stand between—his own gaze following her darting look to their grinning and overly-exciting father (the colt’s lips turned down in disapproval; how undignified their father looked surrounded by all these foals). Ash clouded at his chest for a moment—a passing whim in his annoyance to throw the hot, immobilizing magic at some unsuspecting foal. Then his eyes narrowed on the pale filly with pearls (she was pretty, his young, male brain acknowledged). But, instead of showering her with ash, he let it fall, marring the white snow at his hooves. Slowly, purposefully, walking forward, he approached her, “Your pearls are lovely,” his deep voice rumbled in answer to her question, a smirk of a smile crossing his dark lips in response to her happy laughter. Though it didn’t meet his sharp blue gaze, it did lighten his inherited, handsomely marked face. “I am Kianzo,” was his surprisingly deep and gallant introduction, before he awaited to see what this ‘game’ would entail. @Kiada cause twinning @Maude for interaction! RE: Winter Games - Verro - 12-20-2016 The Spirits Sing Softly "This way, Hāedar!" Verro called over her shoulder, her footfalls crunched through and over snow and frosted vegetation. She'd seen the unusual Zephyr disappear through the thicket, and while she did not know who it belonged to, she had enough common sense about her that the companion had wanted their attention by the way the starry Roc hadn't left until she'd given chase. It'd only been further punctuated when the King's voice had boomed from the direction the Bird had gone, calling all foals within the Edge to him. She slowed as she neared the clearing, the vague picture of a tent floated in the back of her mind somewhere. She'd seen it only once or twice as she passed here and there, either in the company of Zubari or on white wings. Her eyes went to each of the gathered younglings, and lingered on her half-brother. "Ma'th gaezo." Nickered to the grullo colt with familial delight, her attention then turned to the King and the Nightwind. "M'ath, Tembovu and Nightwind." Her chords are light despite the peppered touches of roughened notes, a calling card of her Father's line. "Can my Hāedar, Tasokh, join in? She not of Edge, here to visit now I found her." She stepped aside as she spoke, her head turned with a bright grin toward her much smaller sister. The Sand Princess didn't miss the absence of her friend, Zubari from the gathered foals, but she didn't mention it, as much as she wanted to. She had looked for him of course, after she'd returned with Tasokh at her side. He had been a kind friend to her, and she'd wanted to let him know that she had reunited with his sister, knowing that he'd seen how upset she had been at her disappearance. Verro Talks m'ath - hello gaezo - brother haedar - sister sweet lullabies of lost love
@Tasokh @Arakh RE: Winter Games - NPC - 12-21-2016 a winter's hunger
The winter was long, snow falling unexpectedly early in the season. It had left game scarce and predators hungry—a hunger growing in empty talons and unbloodied teeth. So haggard, tired wings flapped westward while vicious, starving, raptor eyes scraped the ground for any morsels of food that may fill her family’s bellies. There! A keening, haunting screech filled the air, calling her mate and children to her as she dove from the lightly misted skies. A bright yellow beak stretched open; onyx, razor sharp talons spread wide as they sought her next meal. White-hot plumage and snow-leopard claws glinting like steel in the pallid light. The blessedly clear day had revealed a grouping of foals—apparently alone as their full-grown guardians were hidden from the griffins’ view beneath the lilac awning. Another plummeted from the skies, this one a male whose gaunt skeleton showed how encumbering his too-large body could be in these harsh winter months. A dark, jagged beak and burnt gold plumage rippled in air as he plummeted towards the foals—though his attack used the sharp, lions’ claws of his hind paws, seeking so slash open the foals’ soft, giving flesh. Behind their parents were two chicks, not nearly as confident in their attacks as their parents. And it was clear the harsh Frostfall took its toll, for their feathers were ragged and their wingbeats labored. But the first, a male chick with blue-black plumage, fur, and burning blue eyes dipped repeatedly from the skies. His orange beak snapped at tender ears and manes. The female chick, not nearly as strong a flier as her brother, plopped from the skies. Her mottled white and black feathers along with her bobcat haunches crashed through the lilac canopy. She yowled in adolecet anger and hunger, sharp claws and talons slashing viciously at anyone who came near. Blazing, white raptor eyes snapped from foal to foal. This would be a feast for the family. Oh no! It seems that a family of wild, full-sized, hungry griffins has come to prey on all these scrumptious, bite-sized foals! The following damages were rolled for these foals: [1=miss, 2=clawed/nipped, 3=bitten/slashed, 4=snatched up] @Oizys :: 4; The father griffin has snatched you up in his lion's claws! @Kiada :: 4; The mother griffin has snatched you up in her sharp talons! @Esinakh :: 3; The father griffin has slashed you with his lion's claws! @Maude :: 3; The male chick has bitten your ear with his beak! @Arakh :: 3; The mother griffin has bitten your neck with her beak! @Kianzo :: 1; The female chick just barely missed you as she fell into the canopy! @Verro :: 3; The male chick has grabbed onto your tail with his beak! *Note: this is what the griffins attempted to do to your character. It is entirely up to you if you wish for them to succeed/injure/snatch up/etc! Have fun ;) There is no posting order, and you may post as much or as little as you like! There will be 1 or 2 more rounds/rolls of this mayhem, and anyone (of all ages) is welcome to join in! (The next roll of 'damages' will be for everyone, not just kiddos.) The next roll will be ~28th! RE: Winter Games - Maude - 12-21-2016
@Kianzo RE: Winter Games - Kiada - 12-21-2016 kiada a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
She stood alongside the grey filly for a few moments, but sensed the idea that her brother was nearby. A swift glance around the clearing affirmed that idea, as she spotted the ashen boy among the crowd speaking with Maude. Her brows lifted slightly, curiously wondering perhaps what the boy might speak with Maude about. Out of all the children the filly had met in the Edge, Maude seemed like the last one that her twin would end up speaking with. She disregarded any ideas that came along with it, and it wasn’t like it was a bad thing. Kiada liked Maude, however, it was just strange to her. Despite that idea, she allowed her gaze to glance around at those that had gathered as well aside from her brother. And while she waited for the opportunity for her father to help introduce what the game was going to be, was when she heard the shrill cry from above. It sounded different from Khairi’s own cry – it sounded larger, louder, and more menacing. As her inky head lifted up, she spotted the large griffons aimed for all of the children. Her ears pinned back, Khairi took off from her back in the attempts to try and distract the griffons. It failed, however, while Maude tried to run, Kiada stood her ground and reared to try and snag one of the large creatures as it flew above her. However, she didn’t know what to do about the event that occurred after. The beast was spotted with a vibrant yellow beak as she felt its talons reach into her back. She screeched at it, then, as it picked her up. Her flames immediately dancing into wolves and snakes as she did her best to thrash out of the mother griffon’s grip. Pain seared through her spotted back as the talons dug in, blood had already begun to drip slightly down along her passive flames. She was used to talons – but not like this. Her ink dipped legs kicked while she growled under her breath – wishing she had some sort of offensive magic to get her out of this predicament. Meanwhile, Khairi swooped up from his place, aiming to peck at the larger creature. He aimed for the talons, to let go of his precious bonded, until he moved further up to try and distract the mother bird, his sharp beak aiming to bite the creature’s ears and head. "STOP." She screeched at the griffon, continuing her thrashing. What kind of game was this? "Talk." — she wears fire for skin, but a storm lives in her soul. Mentions @Maude and @Kianzo and then gets snatched up :| RE: Winter Games - Oizys - 12-22-2016
Ozzy gets snatched up by daddy griffin, Ker tries to peck the griffin's eyes whilst Ozzy creates a large spark-griffin with her magic to try and sizzle the daddy and make him drop her. RE: Winter Games - Arakh - 12-22-2016
Gets badly slashed by the mother griffin, but gets angry when he sees Esi being attacked which causes his passive magic to kick in, preventing him from feeling pain. He sends three eagles made of fire after the father griffin as punishment. RE: Winter Games - Esinakh - 12-24-2016 esinakh vod chafaan dust to the wind
A scream. A scream so full of terror that it shattered the cold, crisp air into a thousand pieces. At least, it did for the calf. The moment the mother griffin’s keen had rent the air, the little filly’s horned head ripped up from scrubbing her leg, instead focusing on the skies in curiosity. Despite Rak’s belabored teachings on things she should fear, such a sound didn’t incite terror in her. No, it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the dirt that loomed beneath the snow. Well, at least it wasn’t as terrifying until razor-sharp beaks and claws began to rain down on the foals from the skies. It was then, when lion claws nearly as large as her small body raked through the flesh of her shoulder, back, and haunches that her single, terrified scream rent the air. Pale eyes snapped around, searching for Rak, for safety. She darted towards him, eyes blinded by fear and pain which made her movements flailing and jerky. A mewl crept out of her tightly-constricted throat as her fear pushed her passive magic out of her spine; grey mud mingling with the bright red flesh of her deep, bloody wound. ’NO TOUCH ESI!’ It is this roared decree that brings Esinakh to her brother—unable to see but able to hear. So she stumbled towards him, “Rak,” was her quiet croak; a prayer, her only known word for absolute safety. Heat passes by them, emanating from the two, horned foals. The calf rapidly blinks, sending a warm wetness down her cheeks (—it was tears that had blinded her vision—), finding flaming eagles chasing the dastardly claws that had split open her back. She whimpers once, eyes darting from Rak’s creatures, “How Rak—?” but her question is cut off when she sees the blood on her brother. “Rak hurt,” she wails. Though she, too, is hurt, she loves her brother too much (and his beautifully even, grey skin is now broken), to not be hurt by seeing his wounds, too. Esi screams/cries and cowers near @Arakh RE: Winter Games - Tembovu - 01-03-2017 There is a screech—high and keening and full of hunger— that rips through the bright Frostfall day. It cuts through the air just as it cuts through the King’s chest with fear—there is nothing good about that call. And then a flap of wings shatters the light mist into oblivion, just as talons’ glint cuts through his retinas. At first it seems to happen in slow motion—the outward stretch of talons, the malicious hover of feathers as the female griffin reaches—and then pandemonium breaks as screams fill the air and sharp claws rake through flesh. More descend from the sky; a young one getting ensnared in the lilac cloth, coming down so close to his son. A ferocious, but fearful, father’s (and stallion’s) scream ripped through the air. In that moment he was both King and Father; father because Kiada’s fear was heard just as her lithe gold body disappeared into the mists; King because so many other foals were being injured, and he must be strong to protect them. So, with surprising speed, he shifted into an elephantine form. His trunk reached out, raising on his hind legs, trying to bash and grab and pull these feathered bodies onto his tusks. But he did not have the size of the elephants on the Plains. He was his own size. Powerful and large, but not as large as those giants. Mentally, he cursed; aloud he bellowed in a terrible, warrior’s shout, “Foals, to me!” The griffins may be able to pick up foals. But not an elephant. RE: Winter Games - Kianzo - 01-03-2017 Kianzo
Ears twitched at the overly pleasant, happy words and accompanying smile the filly with pearls gave him. He was… intrigued. It was a strange sensation, as it was a singular emotion; one that did not revolve around or get shared with his other half. Though he was quickly reminded of his twin as Maude called him ‘Kiada’s brother.’ His head dipped quickly in acknowledgement, not wanting to delve back into the loneliness that had been his disappearance. And he was not left long to investigate this filly; nor was he left to relive his desolation in his self-perpetuated abandonment. Because there were talons, claws, and feathers raining from the sky. Instead of thunder, there were shrieks; instead of lightning, there were glints of sun on beaks. But what drew the colt’s attention was the shout he knew—one of angry fear. His bright blue eyes sharpened on the white, spotted mother griffin and the precious cargo he loved so dear that flailed and flamed in her talons. “LET HER GO!” Was his shocking loud and deep shout—so like his sire’s. Ash flooded from his chest, dark and writhing; filled with infuriated hyena jaws that snapped ferociously. He paid no mind to the flailing lavender tarp alongside him. He was too consumed by the fear that filled his dark chest. RE: Winter Games - NPC - 01-03-2017 a winter's hunger
The male chick, not quite yet finished with the sweet taste of Maude’s ear, rounded back for more. Though smaller than his parents, the black chick was still larger than the pale filly. So his pawed front limbs and taloned hind limbs reached out, seeking to grab out around the filly and loft her into the skies with him. The mother griffin shrieked at first, terrified of the flames, and nearly dropped the tasty Kiada snack in her talons. However, the intelligent raptor quickly realized that there was no heat in these flames, and so her pale yellow beak snapped hungrily as she heavily landed. Paws sought to pin the the filly to the earth while her beak snapped at her shoulder and neck flesh. The father griffin bristled and dropped the electrified filly to the ground, beak angrily snapping at the winged pest that attacked him. The female chick, now brimming with rage at Oizys’ attack on her father, turned on the gargoyle foal. Sharp claws and talons freed her from the tent’s canopy as her sharp, (young) predatory eyes landed on the grey filly. Mottled feathers stood on end, and she howled in anger as the electrical creatures stung her skin—though it only fueled the chick’s slashing claws at the filly. The father griffin continued to be punished—this time by eagles made of fire. His great, burnished gold feathers of his right wing sizzled in flames as a terrifying screech ripped from his lion’s breast. He turned on Arakh, dark talons stretched out as he sought to plug this troublesome morsel off the ground. His raking, sharp paws just barely missed the similarly horned filly (Esinakh) behind the grey colt. However, on his ascension into the skies, a thick and powerful band tightened around the father griffin’s leg. With a screech and slash of talons at the Elephant King, he sought to free himself from the goring tusks and angry navy eyes of Tembovu. The female chick, not quite yet done, turned on the colt made of ash. She had seen her brother pick up a foal—and so she would do the same. Or she would try to. But as the ash enveloped the back half of her body, she found her talons could no longer move. She screeched, reaching out to slash with her paws before laboriously flapping her white-and-gold wings and taking to the skies. These foals were more trouble than they were worth. The female chick was not alone, for she was soon followed by her family. They would find less… difficult prey. The griffins inflict more damage and then leave! The following damages were rolled: [1=miss, 2=clawed/nipped, 3=bitten/slashed, 4=snatched up] @Maude = 4; snatched up by male chick! @Kiada = 4; bitten while in mother griffin’s claws! @Oizys = 2; clawed by female chick! @Arakh = 4 = snatched up by father griffin! @Esinakh = 1; missed by father griffin! @Tembovu = 3; slashed by father griffin! @Kianzo = 3; slashed up by female chick! *Note: this is what the griffins attempted to do to your character. It is entirely up to you if you wish for them to succeed/injure/snatch up/etc! Have fun ;) This was the last roll, and the small prizes will be posted in about a week! Thank you everyone for participating! :D RE: Winter Games - Oizys - 01-04-2017
Ker uses her Curse ability to try and give the father griffin bird flu (xD), one of the symptoms of which is lack of co-ordination and diarrhea. This was a fun thread thanks guys :D RE: Winter Games - Kiada - 01-04-2017 kiada a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole —
It wasn’t long while she was in the air with the griffin that she began to feel the pain that swelled in her shoulder from the talons. They loosened and gripped tighter as her flames writhed as angry snakes with snapping jaws. Khairi’s incessant shrieking muffled her ears from the other sounds around her, from the other foal’s own screams and her father’s booming voice. But there was another voice that screamed into the air after her, one that seemed to eerily close to her fathers but younger, that she had begun to realize was her twin’s. She wondered momentarily among the fit of rage that burned in her chest and the pain that seared her shoulders, if he too could feel the pain she felt. Then, as if the mother griffin had begun to lose its grip, she was descending toward the ground. Instinctively, her legs stretched out to reach the earth to try and pull herself from the mother griffin. Dark hooves dug into the ground in her effort, but she failed as she was soon pushed to the ground by giant clawed paws. The air fell from her lungs and she gasped for breath, feeling the pressure of the paws on her chest. Her ears remained back against her skull as she kicked out with her hind legs, oceanic gaze watching as the mother griffon tried to bite into her neck. Another shriek was let loose as she furiously kicked further. Khairi had come to terms with trying to distract the griffon by using his own talons against the mother griffins head. And while it was a great thought, it hadn’t worked perfectly. Pain and blood burned against her chest as the mother griffin bit into her shoulder. She kicked further, feeling helpless in this situation, but before long the mother griffin left her alone and trailed after the family. She laid there for a few moments catching her breath and relaxing her sore muscles before attempting to get up. As she rolled onto shaky legs, while blood dripped from her shoulder and back, she glanced around first for her companion. He had already vanished, however, noting how bad the wounds were and flying off in search of a bit of yarrow. Quickly, he returned with the plant gently in his beak and Kiada rest her head along the earth. “Good call, Khairi.” She thought to the bird, as she closed her eyes. She hadn’t been the only one learning in her trips to the greenhouse and her small lessons in the Basin. Gently, the vulture began to apply the leaves to her wounds while she winced, pausing momentarily to seek out her brother first and then her father. "Talk." — she wears fire for skin, but a storm lives in her soul. The griffin bites her pretty bad on her shoulder, and when it leaves Khairi grabbed some yarrow leaves to apply as a blood clotter while she rests and looks for Kianzo and Temb <3 Such a great thread, thank you!! :D |