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We Bring The Heat - Erasvet - 05-25-2017
The entire status quo of her life was disrupted by a mere flicker, an image in the fires of her dreams. She ponders if she was merely drawn to the thought of a divine calling, that she some desperate part of her merely wants to feel a larger piece to the universe than she truly is. Does not every individual on this earth wish to ascend to be more than they truly are? Erasvet can’t help but wonder if maybe this is just a fool’s errand, if it might have been better to stay within the confines of her temple. Surely the sundancer should’ve felt content doting on the fires with her sister, gazing into them when her deity saw it fitting to grace them with a vision. Life only seems to complicate itself the more she travels.. Considering the company she has picked up since departing from her sisters. Her eyes drift over towards the peculiar equine she has since chosen as her traveling companion. Certainly not a typical face one would see amongst her own temples… But that only adds to her fascination. Erasvet tries to keep her thoughts on the road but she can’t quite shake the sneaking suspicion they have found themselves lost. Quietly she comes to a halt and takes in her surroundings, studying the treeline before glancing over at her companion. “Izzy.. I think we’re lost,” she says, her voice remaining as tranquil and soft as ever. we have walking we have talking @Isorath first please also tagging @Sikeax RE: We Bring The Heat - Isorath - 05-25-2017
@Erasvet @Kiada -- I know you wanted these two ;D RE: We Bring The Heat - Kiada - 05-26-2017 history is written by the victors
It had been so terribly long since the harpy had visited the Threshold. It had almost became a foreign place, despite the fact that much of her childhood was spent in these woods. She knew them, before, by heart. The different trails that lead to every which way, and the quickest and easiest way to escape them. But that felt already like a lifetime ago, despite being so young. Kiada was not a girl anymore, and thus had become more cynical and thoughtful of how she spent her time, but something within her yearned for the simpler times of when she often visited the Threshold in hopes of returning home with new members in tow. Perhaps it was Khairi’s first suggestion of returning that got the woman thinking, as she mulled over what to do next. Easily, she agreed, unable to come up with anything better for her time (and of course the fact they were close – far closer than she had been back when she lived within the icy tundra of the Basin’s valleys. The two set off, nothing particularly in mind for what to do other than possibly meet someone and offer them a home, or if nothing else, information. They trudged along like soldiers, Khairi flying above while Kiada roamed the earth, able to see from both land and air. The girl finally began to feel relaxed as she walked by the familiar trees, having grown taller and wider from each previous visit. It was almost bittersweet in a way as the golden girl paused by a few trees she could barely remember, only capable of remembering them from the way Khairi had marked them on their earlier travels. He chimed a simple squawk in the air in his excitement before a sound intrigued them both. First it was a faint voice, followed by a deeper, more sarcastic tone. It was then the ink dipped filly knew she should at least appear to them, perhaps offer some sort of direction. Khairi easily swooped down to the familiar spot on her withers, where small scars were born with callouses from where the bearded vulture’s talons consistently dug into her flesh. Among her spine, flames erupted in various forms of deer, her curiosity leaking through. “This is why you need wings.” The princess paused in her step as she listened to the rest of the words uttered by the strange pale man. “It not help. Still confusing.” Came the raspy voice from Khairi through their bond. A small smirk grew on the girl’s pink splattered lips before fading nearly immediately as she broke through the tree line, dipping her ivory striped face in greeting. “Welcome to Helovia.” She began, pausing as Khairi crooned his own greeting. “I am Kiada and this is Khairi. Is there anything we can help you with?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, her voice taking on a sickly sweet tone. She wasn’t really one for helping people if she got nothing out of it, but she’d play along on the off chance she did. "Talk." kiada @Erasvet @Isorath im so rusty with her right now i apologize D: also, take a novel <3 RE: We Bring The Heat - Mathèo - 05-26-2017
RE: We Bring The Heat - Sikeax - 05-26-2017 into the sea, you and me all these years, and no one heard i love you, let's go What even is the purpose of going to some place that exists only to suck up newcomers into herds that claim to be families, but in reality, end up being some of the most cutthroat places she’s even been? Is because she likes to let herself believe that Seoul would better herself from learning about the Threshold, that maybe in the future if someone drags them back into the lax, now obviously eggshell-ridden lifestyle of herds that she’ll know that they’re not crazy? “Not go.” Or maybe she could turn around under Hobgoblin’s suggestion, having already known full well that he’s right and that going isn’t worth it. You can stuff your stomach in the woods before Frostfall makes for a good temptation for him to at least try to withstand this, but nonetheless fails. His views upon herds have been clouded from the start, but at the end of it all, they only managed to leave behind a firm, nasty taste in his mouth. Salt water and freezing cold temperatures, the lash of harsh words against teeth with tongues guided by minds heart-set on downfall and lies leave no room for improvement. “Take away. Let know.” She can’t begin to let him know that she feels like that might be the best thing to do, running an uncomfortable, pained frown across her muzzle as he looks on in silence. Nothing creeps out of him spiritually except for the soft, distant hum of worry and hard-earned wisdom, something she’d never had guessed about him from the start, and the beginning of the fall to Hobgoblin simply not caring. Maybe it’ll all be better then, written off in her thoughts where she hopes Hobgoblin’s reach won’t meet. Either way, within fifteen minutes of their continuous wandering into the trees, Hobgoblin simply gives up in that way that he usually does, and at Seoul’s concerning crying from having to watch him fade into the trees, she takes the time to reassure her that after a while he’ll back to fight the battle again, relentless until there is either nothing left or Sikeax has no fight left in her, whichever one comes last. Seoul is the one who finds the grouping, trading in Sikeax’s slow pace for her wings, trying her best at strengthening them as anxiety nips at her heels. The length of each flight comes out to right around five to six trees out from her bonded, landing on branches that never reach higher than ten feet. Every second spent in such locations is used up trying to catch her breath, her lungs and chest steadily growing a small ache as they heave. It's during one of these instances of rest, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any glimpse of Hobgoblin wandering about the trees, ignorant of the fact that Sikeax has a good idea of where he is, and the fact that she's already told her that he won't becoming back unless needed. The one with the scales is the one she spots first, quickly making her way into excited chatter in her bonded's direction, who's steady walk means that she's not going to be making her arrival quick enough. His size, the fact that he reminds her of the dragon mare at the festival and the fact that he has fire above his head draws her attention in and keeps it glued. She lets the seconds tick away in shifting her weight from side to side on her hind legs, raised up so that her front talons can easily fiddle with one another in each others' hold. It only goes to say that she's partially disappointed and nonetheless annoyed that Sikeax takes only a small amount of interest when she sees him, only keeping her eyes on him long enough to admire the oddity of his presence and to think about how strange it must be to have scales. Her attention actually goes to other things, looking onto the colt who was Aithneil's son, one of the two that the mare choose over Tyrath, who is now her own blood. Malice touches her chest and claws its way into her heart with no time wasted, earning a bout of concerned chittering from Seoul and a slight rise in Hobgoblin's sudden notice of the situation. She doesn't particularly wish for him to make an arrival, not with the amount of attachment he feels at her son. There's not going to be a good way for him to feel at the sight of Mathèo. You don't have to come. "Don't care." She doesn't give him the turn of the head and utmost attention that he likes to believe he deserves when he shows up. Seoul spares a few seconds to send him her greetings, but finds it wasted, for her brother is too busy in figuring out his feelings towards his sister-in-blood, eyes and mind firmly attached to her presence. A slight sense of approval rears its head around the corner at her choice of form, admirable even. "It might be better to go back, unless you're into some sort of strong devotion to meaningless causes." Surprise lights up like a lighter in the dark, syncing up with the quick whip of his head that Hobgoblin manages. He nearly wants to ask, but the feeling of a hidden smile crawling over his vacant-appearing face holds him back. Her eyes flick in the general direction of her successor's child, the bastard that she had been so proud of when she's so carelessly abandoned her first, leaving him to wilt in the desert until she came to find him. Some of them are going to be worse than the others, though. In case you need to make the choice." She's off of him before she thinks he'll notice that she means him, his mother, the entire cause that left her with nothing but loneliness and fear, a black smudge that she has to work desperately to hide each and every day and a companion who's flame once burned so violently and proudly that she never thought it'd go out, struck down under the weight of hatred. Seoul is too young to understand, but the sensation of their hatred running its fingers along the innocent landscape of her conscious, she can only roll her lips into an awkward frown and glare, feeling some sort of guilt but pouring any trust she can find into the idea that they're right. OOC: why is sikeax so hateful in the threshold i'll never know Hobgoblin is in his wendigo form. Please only tag me when it's my turn to post so my inbox doesn't clogged up and me confused. RE: We Bring The Heat - Erasvet - 05-27-2017
Some might find Isorath’s nature to be condescending or even repugnant. Erasvet finds that bitterness to only make them all the more fascinating. The Sundancer is still held in the grips of childlike wonder with the world. She often ponders what has turned Isorath so bitter, so sour towards the universe and its inhabitants. That insatiable need for knowledge may have been what drove her to them in the first place, or it could be the mere need for companionship. Together they can pass the hours of travel with occasional chatter. Until their paths crossed the nights had been quite dense with loneliness. Erasvet a waits the onslaught of sarcasm and it comes as no surprise as Isorath opens their mouth to speak and it pours out. As usual, she decides to play along with it. “Actually it is that particular stump to your left,” Erasvet says as she gestures towards it with her head. “It looks a tad bit too similar to one that we passed roughly fifteen minutes ago.” Her head briefly lifts upwards to gaze towards the sky, golden eyes squinting a bit before turning her head back to Isorath. When he speaks again her head tilts and for a long moment she thinks over his words, contemplate the practicality of it until finally she shakes her head. “If a tortoise is meant to fly then it would be created with wings,” she says, “just as if a bird was meant to swim as a fish does it’d have gills.” It is when the others start to arrive that Erasvet falls back into a place of silence. Both ears prick forward and she stares at the strange female that emerges. Part of her feels it is too convenient someone miraculously appears when they are lost.. Still her mind fixates on one word, a name, Helovia. So this place they’ve stumbled into has a name, she thinks to herself until another emerges from the forest. “Looks like we have a welcoming committee,” Erasvet whispers to Isorath, not particularly caring whether the others hear them or not, because it all seems too peculiar that they flock to strangers in droves. Still, the second arrival gawks at them and she cannot help but find it amusing. The sundancer can only assume it’s Isorath that the others find impressive, with their scales and impressive wings. Her own focus shifts to the lion, sitting delicately. Is it a pet? Why would one tote around such a creature? She thinks and tries to fathom what precisely the creature is. “It is a pleasure to meet all of you,” Erasvet says at last. “I am Erasvet and my companion is Isorath.” She decides to not let them decide whether they will offer their name or not. These individuals with their pets may know the way out of this “Helovia”. When the third arrives, not offering any form of cordial greeting but merely an ominous warning she tilts her head “I do not believe either of us seek to devote ourselves to a cause. We merely wish to find a path from this place as we have been lost for some time. I presume you all are familiar with this…. Helovia.” She glances between the triad of equines, falling quiet to wait and see what they might offer them. we have walking we have talking @Isorath RE: We Bring The Heat - Isorath - 05-27-2017
@Erasvet @Kiada @Matheo RE: We Bring The Heat - Kiada - 05-27-2017 history is written by the victors
It didn’t take long before others arrived as well. She felt the eyes of the newcomers roam over her, her flames taking on deer of curiosity, roaming and grazing across her back, illuminating Khairi as he stood among them. The first face to show was a colt she vaguely recognized, but a name was lost upon her lips. Thankfully, he introduced himself and his companion, while Khairi’s scarlet gaze remained glued to the lioness, distrust of the creature billowing through the bond. Nevertheless, Kiada offered Matheo a small nod of his own before someone else appeared. This unicorn was different, but not in the way a majority of them were. No, instead, she appeared with telling the strangers that they should simply leave. Kiada refrained as best she could from rolling her eyes at the sentiment, beginning to wonder what creature pissed in her grass this morning. Though, truth be told, Kiada had never been outside of Helovia, so she didn’t really have any experience to talk. The fiery one began to talk, which caused Kiada’s inky head to shift from the Helovians to view who the two of them were, mentally placing their names to faces. As she says her companion, Khairi’s gaze dances around quietly searching for another creature, not realizing the mare had meant the dragon-scaled man. After a small mental prod, her crystal gaze remained on the duo as she continued, asking if they were familiar with Helovia. “You could say that.” She half mumbled, ears relaxing in a more comfortable stance as the dragonscaled began to talk once more. “There’s a variety of different lands, whether you choose to be part of a herd or outcast. I, myself, am from the World’s Edge. A place of mist, cliffsides, and a never ending roar of the ocean below.” She paused, ears lowering as if she was bored of speaking of her homeland. “There’s also the Basin, a place secluded among the mountains. Lots of snow, though, if you're into that sort of thing.” A small smirk crossed her lips as a small honeysuckle laugh escaped her. Then, her icy gaze drifted to Matheo and Sikeax in case they had more to add. "Talk." kiada @Matheo @Erasvet @Isorath RE: We Bring The Heat - Mathèo - 05-29-2017
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