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RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Rexanna - 12-26-2016 Rexanna It was quiet as she reminisced and spoke with her son, that she didn’t even notice the tiny trinket that sat among the tree. Marembo was the first to notice it, running from Mbwene’s side to gather the little trinket while Rexanna stood, with tears streaming down her face at the happiness and sorrow of the moment as she finally spent the time she needed with Rein. He was far different than Kianzo, and it was pleasantly relaxing to know that he was always going to be a mother’s boy, while Kianzo was more of an independent youth. She smiled to him, nudging him ever so gently if he’d allow, to return with her to the tree, to enjoy the warmth and surprise of the event. The lights that danced above everyone, washing them with a warm and beautiful glow, brilliant in the way that it seemed to soothe everyone’s nerves and hardships. Oh, if only everything was like this day. And perhaps, now it would be, now that her family was reunited, now that she had everyone she truly loved and cared for surrounding her. A soft sight escaped her lips as a smile melded the corners. Marembo scurried up to her, offering a small squeak of hello to Rein and a furry smile before handing his bonded the trinket of himself. "It me!" He cooed to her, smiling as the emotion washed over the tiny polecat. Rexanna's gaze danced down to him, spotting the small trinket before taking it and placing it gently in her dual toned mane. "It's beautiful Remy." She returned to him before looking to Rein. "Talk." Mentions @Rein <3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Vastra - 12-26-2016 Vastra Vastra’s breath caught when she recognized the antlers - glowing and beautiful like the set that had belonged to the fire-magician. The one she had thought was her father, until he had died and her mother had showed back up and been all “oh by the way this is your real dad.” She wondered if Castor had known, or if her brother was too busy shaking the sand from between his ears to really care about how much turmoil existed in their family even though they had not yet seen a full year. Speaking of her brother, he sidled up to her and asked her where she had been and the red dun filly shot him a glare, pushing him (playfully) with her wing and shaking her head. If there was anything constant in her life, it was the fact that she and her twin were never in the same place at the same time. Except when something strange was happening. Their mother joined them and Vastra gave her a warmer glance than she had given her brother, ears perking as Megaera told him that the Earth Turtle gave presents if you behaved yourself. Vastra’s brown eyes flickered back to Castor and she whispered to him quietly: “Which means you won’t get any.” It sounded a little harsher than she meant it, but the small ghost of a smile that appeared in her eyes after she said it would hopefully let him know not to talk her too seriously. interacts with @Castor ;D RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Mesec - 12-26-2016
speaks to @Vesper <3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Alysanne - 12-26-2016
@Iona <3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Johnny - 12-26-2016
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Sheba - 12-26-2016
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Areli - 12-26-2016 ARELI Do you still believe in love, I wonder? Much to Bee’s chagrin, they were back in the meadow again. Don’t like, the wolf growled under her breath, wincing as another thistle pricked her paw. All good for you, Bee grumbled mentally, sending a grumpy glare after her mistress, have hooves. Why they had to continuously go gallivanting around this burr-filled field was beyond her—weren’t they supposed to be headed home, after all? Bee missed the Hidden Falls, with its cool streams and springy moss, and not a thistle in sight. But for all of her complaints and wistful sighing, Areli was determined to investigate the gathering, and so the faithful wolf trailed along in her wake.
For her part, the girl was ready to go home as well, but any large crowd along the way was worth investigating—just in case her mother was in attendance. Trotting across the snowy meadow, she approached the group, golden eyes scanning those gathered with a familiar urgency. While the churn of bodies did not yield Parelia’s honey and teal figure, she spotted her older brother and his companion. With a soft exhale, she turned from the others and moved to join him. Only after she had sidled up to him did she notice the small colt nearby and the strong resemblance he bore to her brother…and their father. What had Ciceron been up to in her absence? The thought of a younger sibling filled her with an emotion that she could not quite define, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Eyeing the young unicorn with growing suspicion, she nudged Ilios. “Who’s that?” she asked quietly, unsure if she wanted to know the answer. "speech" mentions @Ilios and @Patrick RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Rein - 12-26-2016 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Sikeax - 12-26-2016 into the sea, you and me all these years, and no one heard i love you, let's go There’s no sorrow in her chest, making up what one would expect to look like a thin layer of dust of everything in there. She feels as if she hasn’t returned to the Dragon’s Throat in many moons but when in reality, it has probably been nothing more than a full cycle of the moon. With nothing to usher her back into the now-dead warmth of the desert, she lives elsewhere, as she pleases, with only Hobgoblin to accompany her, haunted with the reminder that soon, soon it must all end, and something new will have to begin. The only actually comes of her knowledge when the passing of bodies is great, steadily growing into numbers that make her think of a herd meeting, but no herd is this large, and she has no expectation in the thought that it might be all of the herds convening. It’d be a stupid thought anyway. Curiosity and some annoyance is what drives her to follow. All she can think of these days is how to avoid people, burdening scars from their knives and voices alike. They aren’t sported in the sense that her body is littered with the hatred of a damned herd, teeth marks and stab wounds, but tucked away in her brain, not made to be shown but to be acted with, used like masks and cloaks. Hobgoblin has some like to it, now that they’re alone. There are less to have to withstand, and he can focus on anything as he pleases. They arrive only to miss the first portion of gift giving, turning her head with stone eyes pointed in the direction of the tree. She remembers it, yes, and so does Hobgoblin, but the masses are tempting her to give it up, running her gaze over the group. Volterra, with a new child that sours her stomach a bit because has he not learned yet, Tyrath with his father, who she wonders if he is ashamed of her, if he’ll miss her, if he’ll hate her for what she’s doing to escape her unjust sins. Sacre’s presence makes her feel in a way that words won’t describe. A cocktail of longing for he was always something so young and aged in her head, a friendship they didn’t think much about but one she recalls in soft youth and brief, happy flashbacks, the comfort of knowing that he is still alive and obviously doing well, but the misery of feeling that he isn’t a portion of her life anymore, that he might look down upon her with her mistakes. She takes @Rikyn as company by the end of her emotions under the notion that he is alone, off to the side and far from prying eyes, and maybe a bit more comforting in that he has no reason to hate her, or at least as she can come to terms with. It ties a knot up in her in that he isn’t a child anymore. Innocent, looking as if she has never done a single thing wrong in her life and never will, like she is purity and grace and femininity in a clam shell, shaped in a pearl. Or that’s how she felt about then, smile painted with sunlight and laughter filled with bird songs at a party long forgotten and at a place never openly remembered. “Rikyn.” She put his name on her lips like rose petals, denying her urge to address him as Ryn, something she’s sure he’s forgotten. By his side, any feeling of might is lost, the weight of a crown lost shed from her head and Hobgoblin’s disinterest ignored. He’s already fled her, slipping through the crowd to get a better view of the tree and its ornaments. “How have you been?” Because I’ve been terrible. OOC: NOT LATE PROMISE JUST CLOSE also bunnie don't mind me! i couldn't resist the urge Hobgoblin is in his serval form. RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Arende Trefe - 12-26-2016 arende trefe He thought he had smelled him on the wind, and it had caused him to move with such vigor in hopes of finding him, because if he could finally get his chance to end his miserable existence then- Oh, there were others gathered. Many in fact, and so lost in the overwhelming scents of others and the constant bodies, he had lost his trail and was unable to sense his brother who in reality was but a few yards away. He wanted to be angry, to be frustrated that he had lost the trail again when he was getting so close; but he couldn't. It's hard to stay angry when everyone else around was full of happy smiles and good cheer. Instead he carried himself in the throng of horses, watching everyone curiously before looking up at the massive turtle before him. Oh stars he was not used to anything like this before. There had only been rumors and whispers of magic from other lands in his home, and despite his desperation to want to believe; he just hadn't, and now before him stood a magical creature that was causing presents to appear out of thin air. Jaw dropping, black lined eyes looked around anxiously, wondering if he was the only one having a problem with this. What he found was a group of Dorobians standing among themselves, their horns and intricate patterns of his home, and before he could think his eyes met with those of a shade of purple. The man was feminine, standing like a goddess beneath the lights of the tree, and as weird as it felt for Arende to admit it, he found the man to be rather alluring. Whether it was because of his resemblance of a woman or he was suddenly becoming very sexually confused, he couldn't help but wander over to the chocolate man and politely speak,"You seem rather familiar with these kind of things. Is this abnormal for Helovia? I am Arende, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance M- Sir. Sir." He coughed, trying his best to recover from his near mistake as he studied the man pleasantly, patiently awaiting a response. "Talk." i have never met a strong character with an easy past @Kiuaji because mentioned lol. If you want them to have a spin off thread of this lemme know <3 RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - December - 12-26-2016
Don't worry about December crying in the corner guys honest v.v RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Roskuld - 12-26-2016 Roskuld & Zchiraxicon Where there's no Law tying my heart from the start.. Chico immediately left my side as soon as we came on the scene and he caught sight of his big-boned lovebug over yonder. Which...I mean, I could get mad but fuck it at this point. I knew what to expect and besides, he didn’t need to glue himself to my shadow every second of every day anyway. I was glad he didn’t. Bastard smelled. (Bitch) (Asshole) Chico swarms @Tembovu (Mbwene!) Roskuld approaches @Eleanor ! RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Vezér - 12-26-2016
The girl kept her shimmering blood colored eyes on her Apa as he glanced at her new jewelry. She wasn't surprised a man, especially a man like her father didn't really care. She has no idea he really doesn't care, but she wished he would have drooled over the shiny things much like she had. Instead of pouting, like she wanted to, the girl turned her attention to the dusty colt. Her eyes flash with interest, the rest of her body gave nothing away as embers flew from his nostrils and the fire grew along his back. Her father draws her attention by growling her name, he ears flick back slightly at his tone. She was a princess and should be treated like one. His gentle muzzle soothed her wounded ego slightly as he spoke again. Head tilted slightly the filly regarded her brother differently this time. He had wings as well as beautiful curved horns. Her voice was warmer this time, "Forgive me brother, I did not know." She smiled brightly up at him proud to have such a handsome brother. She laughs and tries to bump his muzzle happily. His next words made her smirk and her chest swell. "Nope! I can take care of myself!" She giggled happily and turned as gifts are passed around. Her eyes brighten at the beautiful earring and she rushes forward to grab the other from the tree before standing next to her brother and apa once more. She glances at their gifts eyeing them hungrily, but she would never ask for them or take them. ------------------------------------------ Speech Words;; 264 OOC/Tags;; @Volterra @Tyrath RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Astarot - 12-26-2016 In her mind she fantasize about gettin with me
Astarot made his way north heading towards a pull he felt in his heart. The colt paused when he smelt several other horses. His paced quickened to a proud trot as he found the group. Blue and scarlet eyes watched the group where he found his family and a young foal. Instead of greeting them he made his way to the edge of the gathering. He eyed the horses around him carefully assessing what was going on around him.
There were beautiful mares everywhere but his eyes found the horned mare from the Basin and he moved towards her. "Hello miss Frost." He smiled warmly up at her and stood silently to watch the rest of the meeting wondering what was happening. He noticed several had small gifts, and he feared he had missed out on the gifts. He shrugged inwardly not really minding that he hadn't been given anything. He didn't feel as if he deserved anything at all. Then his eyes found a strange massive turtle with markings that shifted all over it's shell. He stood staring and waiting for something to happen. ----------------------------------- Speaking Words;; 185 OOC/Tags;; @Frost Fyre Not a lot of muse here xD Girl I'm the king so that means I'm fly
Astarot
RE: :: The Giving Tree :: - Random Event - 12-28-2016 the giving tree
The Turtle smiled and laughed, it was a beautiful sight! Helovians gathered in peace on the Giving Tree’s night! His head, how it swiveled ‘round, to and fro; seeing all their reactions to gifts he would bestow. The the year had been long and this season so grey; but warmth, kinship, and presents made that fade away. So the Turtle settled down, his shell coated with ice; knowing that the Tree’s warm light would suffice— giving the Helovians hope and good cheer to last them through the upcoming year. Though troubles and trials awaited them all, with this peace and this light they wouldn’t fall. He spoke as his shell became one with the snow, “You have helped me and yourselves, more than you know.”
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