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02-27-2016, 09:00 AM
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
And they gathered—
A sinister, divine call sweeping far beneath the common consciousness of Helovia, a beckoning which bypassed the mind and headed straight for the bones, dragging their vessels along with them to the Heart of Helovia. Fire-fumes shimmered against a wintry sky, distorting the horizon in a way that was both playful and nauseating at the same time. Contrast was not always a good thing—some things just weren't meant to go together, like fire and snow, obviously, because it made the world buck in displeasure.
Still, something had drawn him out here, to a place he didn't exactly desire being near, and as he came closer he realized what it was: a gathering. The fresh scents upon the breeze had likely sparked his subconscious curiosity and drawn him further into the barren Meadow, and now, he was so close he might as well stay and see what the fuss was about. It was rare to see so many Helovians, from so many different herds, gather without a purpose. The closer he came, the more he recognized—Tilney, Amaris, Ivezho, Cirrus, Iona... The list went on, including that sugary pony he'd licked in the Threshold. Bad times.
Mauja hung back. He didn't want to be noticed. Didn't want to intrude. Interact. They were gathered around something, and they were oddly silent, like it was some secret ritualistic meeting outsiders were not supposed to understand—someone spoke, a tall, furry unicorn, and he sounded rather gruff and to-the-point. Mauja's dark nostrils widened in a silent snort. They had to be staring at something, but their bodies blocked the view, and he did not care enough to shoulder his way through them to join in the staring.
He would leave them to their morbid curiosity, and remain in his own, black-rimmed ears flicking for any voice to reveal why they were all here, next to a churning death-pit of lava.
[ Wishlist ]
:: [Magic: FirexWind (U) | Ability to summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle. Birds will either heal or harm depending on his intent. ]
:: [ Restrictions | 10 small birds or 5 large ones reaching no further out than 5ft. ]
+1 Prior Refusal
A sinister, divine call sweeping far beneath the common consciousness of Helovia, a beckoning which bypassed the mind and headed straight for the bones, dragging their vessels along with them to the Heart of Helovia. Fire-fumes shimmered against a wintry sky, distorting the horizon in a way that was both playful and nauseating at the same time. Contrast was not always a good thing—some things just weren't meant to go together, like fire and snow, obviously, because it made the world buck in displeasure.
Still, something had drawn him out here, to a place he didn't exactly desire being near, and as he came closer he realized what it was: a gathering. The fresh scents upon the breeze had likely sparked his subconscious curiosity and drawn him further into the barren Meadow, and now, he was so close he might as well stay and see what the fuss was about. It was rare to see so many Helovians, from so many different herds, gather without a purpose. The closer he came, the more he recognized—Tilney, Amaris, Ivezho, Cirrus, Iona... The list went on, including that sugary pony he'd licked in the Threshold. Bad times.
Mauja hung back. He didn't want to be noticed. Didn't want to intrude. Interact. They were gathered around something, and they were oddly silent, like it was some secret ritualistic meeting outsiders were not supposed to understand—someone spoke, a tall, furry unicorn, and he sounded rather gruff and to-the-point. Mauja's dark nostrils widened in a silent snort. They had to be staring at something, but their bodies blocked the view, and he did not care enough to shoulder his way through them to join in the staring.
He would leave them to their morbid curiosity, and remain in his own, black-rimmed ears flicking for any voice to reveal why they were all here, next to a churning death-pit of lava.
[ Wishlist ]
:: [Magic: FirexWind (U) | Ability to summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle. Birds will either heal or harm depending on his intent. ]
:: [ Restrictions | 10 small birds or 5 large ones reaching no further out than 5ft. ]
+1 Prior Refusal
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
