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05-15-2016, 03:09 PM
Birdsong had arrived and brought with it a bouncing array of flora and fauna, the rains had swept through the land and blessed it with more water than the earth had anticipated. Still, the sounds of gleeful colts and fillies broke through the never ending mists which continued their never ending vigil, to the untrained and unknowing eye. Strangers might have thought impish spirits had invaded the silvery tendrils, lurking beyond just out of sight to infect those who dared to come close with their infectious laughter and questionable mischief. Some of the more louder sounds of mischevious giggling glee came from the older inhabitants. No doubt cantering through the woods with more passionate, slightly more sultry things on the mind. Outlandish things made to make mares blush pink and race through the tree's, like fair maidens holding on to their modesty with but a scrap of silk, followed by the determined stallions reaching out to nip the scrap from them with fiendish laughter. The Edge was alive, albeit with mischief, slightly questionable things, and just a pinch of occulty goodness. Let it not be said that they were the most boring herd to inhabit the lush and vast lands of Helovia. Upon the thistled hills beyond the safety of his Lady's lands, and decidedly out of reach of young maids and roguish youths practicing the sultry arts,the leviathan Seer stood. He watched over the carpet of thistles half-lost within intangible thoughts and memories. Silvered strands blowing into temperate winds as his star kissed hide shined with fresh sleekness as the last patches of thick fur had shed, the Moonstone Crowns reflecting the sunlight which filtered through the sparse clouds, proudly reaching towards the sky. He felt it within his bones that today was the day he may try and summon the Moon Goddess to them, there had been much going on within the herd. Much plans had been whispered through the tree's, new additions and souls which had left to other pastures. Now more than ever, it seemed the Moonlit Lady was needed. It was a new season, one of life and new beginnings, let it not be wasted. Smokey tendrils crept from his lapis hooves, defying the winds as they clung to his midnight hide. Slivers blew like banners in the wind as slowly he was engulfed by them and disappeared into nothingness. Like a ghost within the breeze, he returned to where he came. He reappeared, bursting forth from the white waves into the glade he had communed with her seasons past. Long tail lashed back into existence as he stepped forth from the tide, and turned towards where the mists seemed to congregate with purpose. Alune had half expected his young apprentice to come bursting through the tree's, glinting wonder and excitement pulsing through her like white heat. No doubt she would be along soon, she figured. First however, those that wished to ask questions would need to be summoned. The call is loud, powerful and his to command. It cried above the birds and the earth dwelling fauna, a song that all must hear and know. The call of the Seer, the first and only call those within the mists were granted before he called their patron into this plane. Alune waited, patiently, letting his voice carry and echo through pines and through the undersides of erupted roots and low hanging boughs. They would come, he figured, those that wished to ask of her and know in return. Silver eyes peered back towards the pool of silver smoke, and a kind but humored smile painted his light muzzle. "Lady Moon. We require your most capable hooves and wisdom." The Arcweaver's Circle
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
