It's rather fitting that a storm should accompany the pirate into Helovia. |
Open to anyone! @Tilney @Aelfwine @Byron maybe? :D
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Colt :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: Three Seasons [Frostfall] |
Nova |
He'd never been in a storm like this! Though he knew by the youth in his bones, that didn't mean much, not really. He hadn't experienced much of anything if he was honest, other than endless red sand dunes and the beaches which lined his island home. The sound of thunder rolled through his bones and he felt alive, it filled him with glee and delight each time the sky overhead illuminated in forked veins over his head. Each crack he anticipated with a jump into the air, head thrown back and little legs kicked out as though he was the cause of all the noise — his laughter drowned out and lost in nature's song. He didn't quite know why he liked the rain or the thunder, but the moment the clouds had rolled in and darkened, where his brother nestled close to their mother's wing — he rushed out from their cover and straight out into the thick of it. His mother had brought them to the threshold because she had decided that it was better to have them close, or so she had said when asked, not sat at the beach while they waited for their mother to return to them in the care of another mare, plus it let them explore — the silver lad had gotten rather bored by being assaulted by red sand every day. So he was going to make the most of it, he'd deal with the sore ear and the attempted grounding, it wasn't like he had anywhere to go once they returned to the island. Byron would be back of course, eventually, maybe when the rain had stopped or he got tired of being wet. Unlikely, but he'd be back before they moved off, he was awfully good at tracking down his ma and his twin. Cloven hooves splashed through puddles as he jumped and cantered along, the little buck couldn't have been more at home, white strands of his baby mane stuck to his neck and over his face and eyes focused on everything and everything which came his way. The tree marked boy hadn't really expected to run into anyone, he'd expect most of these new comers to have hunkered down in one of the root made caves which lurked beneath the great oak trees every now and then — or have hurried out of the forest by now. Thunder cracked and out he bounded from a large shrub, forelimbs stretched outward and odd coloured eyes bright as he hit the ground again and bounced to a stop. He'd been ready to take flight again until he spotted someone hidden under a nearby oak tree, wet ears pressed forward as his small nostrils flared. A newcomer! "Hey there!" He chirped toward the larger stag as he stepped forward without a care toward the fact the bigger stallion could be a thread. Green and gold's looked over the tattoos and scars which nicked his hide. So he was a fighter, like ma! though he seemed a lot more cooler than his ma was, and she had been everything he'd held when it came to being a warrior or someone who fought for a living. "Are you lost?" He asked, as though he'd suddenly remembered why horses came through the threshold. Another flash of lightning illuminated the chimeric man and he saw the familiar design which splashed up his leg and on the side of his barrel. Only his was on his neck, not on his body. "You have a tree marking like me and my brother, see?" His right side turned toward the man with a grin. "My name is Byron, what's yours?" |
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please only tag Byron in opening posts!
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark |
It was already extremely awkward to have a chat about sex with her closest brother. And it was that awkwardness that directed her toward the Threshold. At least, if anything was truly awkward in Helovia, it was this place. Nothing like stepping into a forest and getting bombarded by strangers with “how are you, let me show you my place.” It was like a bad pick-up line. One she had nearly fallen for if she hadn’t lost Arah on the way. She thought it was a fitting place to go with the strange sensation that burned in her veins at the ridiculousness of her conversations with Tilney. There was a storm rolling in, but it didn’t bother the dappled doe much. She was used to weathering through storms. All she did was gently press her greyed muzzle against her compass before lifting her head high in the sky, determination brewing through the remnants of feeling uncomfortable for days. She lived in a herd now – she had a job to do, and she intended on keeping that duty. Regardless of where Tilney liked to put his thing. She wasn’t his baby sitter, and she realized slowly that she needed to act better. She wasn’t as innocent as he thought she was – likewise he wasn’t as innocent as she thought he was. Diligently, she tiptoed through the woods, searching for something. Some form of life among the swift moving current of darkness that seemed to conquer the skies. Frostfall had been painful so far, so cold and full of storms already even though it felt like it just started. As she stepped over fallen branches gently covered in the ice that rained down from above – pelting her coat like tiny daggers, was when she spotted what appeared to be a small creature darting a certain way. It looked like a child to her, but it might have also been a small dear. Aelfwine huffed in annoyance, pausing in step before realizing the dangers of this land in this weather. She needed to make sure everything was okay, even if she didn’t know what it was. And so she followed, cloven hooves gripping the icy earth with ease. She hadn’t heard anything the boy had said, but she did notice the fact it was a colt when she peered through the trees. Emerald eyes squinting against the rain and wind. Who was he facing? She couldn’t quite tell, so she stepped a few more paces to the left. Her eyes finally landed on him and she couldn’t believe her eyes. Stepping back she shook her head for a few moments, waiting patiently to open them up to find Barty as a ghost, vanished again into the storm. But he was still there when she opened her eyes. She couldn’t miss that beautiful face anywhere. He was missing a few of the trinkets she remembered him having – but she imagined that it was what happened when you nearly died. (Of course she had no idea what happened, but Aelfwine imagined that Bartholomeo died trying to protect his family from the pirate band invasion. Evidently she had been wrong. At first she blamed herself for not checking on him – but it was soon filled with rage. He should have come to find her if he was okay. Of course Barty had lost more than she had that day – but in her mind it was wrong of the man to not look for her as well. Her ears pinned to her neck as she lowered her head slightly, stepping through the cover of trees. Her hooves striking into the ground as she forgot about the boy that had arrived. “You bastard!” She began, emerald eyes boring holes into his pelt as she picked up her pace. She reached a foot in front of him, should he allow it, before tossing her head up. “Bartholomeo, where were you?! I thought you were dead.” She shrieked at him, completely hysterical. She blamed the sleeting rain for the tears that stung her eyes. “Why didn’t you come back?” She asked in a more hushed, hurt tone. Her head shying away from his space as she subconsciously touched her compass. How did her other long lost brother just disappear without searching for her? Was she that forgetful of a sibling that nobody even tried? Oh, How beautiful you are |
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@Bartholomeo @Byron
World's Edge Protector atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7.0 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16'2hh :: 7 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
Snow |
There's a blurred figure in the distance, barely visible through the pounding rain. The pirate narrows his earthy green eyes to try and focus on the stranger, but it isn't until the colt is almost on top of him that he can finally make him out. |
@Byron @Aelfwine
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Colt :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: Three Seasons [Frostfall] |
Nova |
Oh no, I never get lost! I just, um, don't know where I am. Byron's small brow raised as his lips pursed together at the pirate's response, well that didn't make sense and he was pretty sure he knew the larger stag knew that. The comical look which was splashed across his face like the speckled spots and lines of white who also made their home there, was purely an opportunity to pull a face and get away with it. "So you are lost?" He responded with a grin, an ear flopped outward before it flicked forward again. The stranger's complemented his name and his small chest swelled with pride, he rather liked his name and hearing that that it was a good and strong name only furthered the small buck's endless well of enthusiastic delight. "Really? You were called Byron too? My ma would of probably called me a weird name, so I guess my dad is to thank for my name." He stopped himself with a snigger, he'd end up on a long tangent on how his elder sisters and fellow herd members often had unusual names. "My ma is called Neph, and my dad is called Tilney." Part of him found it better to not mention that he'd never seen his dad, he'd only been told what his mother had know when he'd gotten too curious one day at the beach. He knew that he looked like him, with his tree marking and his one green eye, and of course the cream tresses that sprouted from his crest. He'd carried a lantern in his antlers for some reason that their mother couldn't explain. Hopefully one day, he and Jude would be able to meet him. Finally, the stranger gave him a name and his odd eyes lit up once again, "that's a pretty cool name." An antlered doe came out of nowhere and he jumped at the sudden intrusion, his small 'ah!!' swallowed by the darkened clouds overhead. While she began to lay into the poor chimeric man, the colt instead had chosen to focus on the word she'd called him, petite brows knitted together and head tilted slightly to the side. "What's a bastard?" He questioned loudly, the innocence of his youth shining through like speckled sunlight on a cloudy day. Hopefully he'd been loud enough to break up the argument, a habit he'd picked up in order to save his twin from getting upset when voices started to get loud. "You're in Helovia." Now that was something he did know. "There's a bunch of places to see here! Or at least that's what I know, I don't get to go to the mainland very often. I live on an island called the Dragon's Throat." He beamed brightly, taking a tentative couple of steps forward to bring him closer to Bartholomeo and this 'Aelf.' |
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please only tag Byron in opening posts!
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark |
He turned to face her and it was like he saw a ghost. But she had raced up to him, to see his beautiful green eyes as they bore back into her own. Except, where his carried a hint of confusion and bewilderment, hers were covered by a small film of tears. She looked at him now, pausing in her rampage to stare at him. He had more scars than previously, and he looked a bit worse for wear as she surveyed him. He looked nothing like the man he was when she saw him last – when the enemy band dove in and he had run off to see where his family was. Aelfwine, herself, had done her best to escape yet still stayed around in the hopes that Bartholomeo and his family would return to see her. She would take them somewhere safe, but when he didn’t show she only assumed the same fate as his family. “Aelfwine.” He uttered, the sound of his voice saying her name again was soothing in an enraging kind of way. “I can explain, just not here. Please.” She wanted him to tell her at this exact moment just where he went. She wanted him to tell her what had been so important that he didn’t even try to find her. What would have happened if the enemy band took her for their own? Would he even wonder, or care at that point? He pointed his head toward the colt she had initially been following, and as he took a step back, she did the same. “What’s a bastard?” Her ears flattened against her skull with a soft damn it uttered in her mind. “It’s… Nothing.” She began, calming herself as she turned away from the colt to lower her head and rub her tears away on her leg as inconspicuously as she could. “You’re in Helovia.” The boy began, and she finally turned to look at him. Her eyes immediately spotted the tree marking and her stomach sank. She shook her head slightly, hearing the boy speak of Dragon’s Throat, and it was as if her stomach began to roll again. She nodded along with him, trying to force a smile on her face as her emerald gaze looked for the boy’s. “Is your father Tilney?” She questioned, seeing as she completely missed the introductions beforehand. “If so, then Bartholomeo here is your uncle. And I am your aunt!” She added in as happily as she could despite the horrific painful feeling in her stomach. Her head turned to Barty then, her frown returning to her lips. “Tilney is here, he lives in the Edge where I live. Arah is here as well – though Tilney has had a few children at this point now as you can see.” She quietly murmured to him, trying to point with her head to the boy that stood among them. “I followed Tuppence here, she has … had Carlisle’s remains. We planned to bury them in the old ways of our home, but she lost them. I haven’t been able to find her yet. It was by circumstance that I managed to find Tilney at all.” She admitted with another frown. Then, her head turned to Byron as she forced a smile again. “What are you doing all the way out here? Does your mother know where you went? You’re quite a long ways from home, my dear.” She added in. Oh, How beautiful you are |
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@Bartholomeo @Byron <3
World's Edge Protector atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7.0 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16'2hh :: 7 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
Snow |
My ma is called Neph, and my dad is called Tilney. The pirate's chest gives an odd lurch, and a warm smile slowly spreads across his battlescarred face. "Well hey, Byron, here's a coincidence for you," he says, his earthy green eyes focused on the youngster. "Tilney is my brother, which makes me your awesome Uncle Bart." Those haunting eyes of his close together in a rogueish wink. It's odd for him to know that other members of his family have children too. He'd thought he was the only parent, as oblivious and selfish as that sounds. Now irony has bitten him on the backside by taking his child away from him and blessing his siblings with offspring of their own. |
@Byron @Aelfwine
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Colt :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: Three Seasons [Frostfall] |
Nova |
"Really you're my uncle?" There's no hiding the excitement which vibrated through him, small flaxen tail raised as his ears pressed so far forward they may have popped off his skull. "I have an Uncle!" Small front hooves stomped into the muddy ground in glee and his heart hammered in his petite chest. His ma really hadn't said much about the other side of his family, the none winged part, which was where he got his little flightless shoulders and rack of antlers from. Let alone touched upon the fact he possibly had an Uncle, or maybe aunts, cousins maybe? The list was endless. He could tip toe and be sneaky from here til he was filled out with youthful adolescence, and she wouldn't utter anymore than she had. Part of him wanted to think she was being coy, an independent mothers instinct to keep a man at arms length from her children, but a small part of him wondered if she had really known anything more than the scraps she'd told him. Whatever a bastard was, the two older unicorns weren't telling and it earned a small huff from the boy. His mismatched gaze goes from the grey mare to the chimeric stag as they each rebuffed his question. Though Bartholomeo's response earned a sniggered breath in return. "Fine, I won't tell. You better tell me when I'm older though, or I'll tell my pa on you." When I find him, I guess. He's smart enough to know to bite his tongue on that, because he's genuinely happy that he's found his family, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment with his own rain cloud. Is your father Tilney? "Yeah," he nodded and turned his fully attention back to the grey doe, his own brand of merry vibrated through his core as he watched her, "you're my aunt too!?" His head instinctively cocked, large ears flopped to the side as he tried to find a hint of his tree marking on her. He found it eventually, squinting through the rain until he saw the vivid branches of white on her flanks. What a funny place! But then again, Jude had his tree marking on his butt. A big ol'white butt tree. "Do I have anymore aunts and uncles? Are they here? Do they live with you? Oh, my name is Byron!" Chipper and cheerful, he took a step or two forward and attempted to reach out with his muzzle to gently bump it against the grey's. The attention dropped off him again, and he didn't mind. Instead, he was content to stand there as the rain pitter pattered into his eyes and on his hair and watch them with a curious gaze. Wait til he told Jude, and wait til he told Ma! He'd met his family, if only his brother was here though. Soon enough, they both turned back to him and his ears propped forward, odd coloured eyes bright as he listened to Aelfwine. "I'm out here with my ma and my twin brother, Jude." He replied, his head nudged toward the clearing he had jumped through to get here. "My ma is here to make sure strangers don't get lost. Don't worry, I know my way back!" |
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please only tag Byron in opening posts!