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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#1

The humidity and heat of the season had some interesting side-effects - namely, the surpluss of electricity in the air, which was a breeding ground for thunderstorms. Above her, the sky snarled ominously, occasional flashes illuminating the distant horizon; the mare's tail lashed against her flanks with anticipation as she felt the first spots of rain land on her flanks. It did not occur to her to take shelter, as she was born of the storm - instead she gazed up at the black skies, heavy with the promise of torrential rain and seething rage. She shuddered, shutting her eyes and quivering with delight as the downpour washed over her, accompanied by a wicked snarl of thunder and a flash of lightning. She was no fool, and kept her horn angled slightly down so that the sizzling electricity would not see reason to use it as a path to the ground. Within seconds the storm was upon her in full, drenching her and raging around her as she watched in awe. Nothing - no man, no mountain, no horizon - could compare to the savage beauty of the storm, and Nyx absorbed every glorious moment of it.

All too soon, it was over. The skies lightened, the rain eased, and the silver mare flicked her ears in displeasure as she watched it roil to the distant heavens. With a dismayed sigh, the mare took in her surroundings for the first time. She hadn't noticed where she was wandering to - she didn't tend to pay much attention, now her herd was gone and she was effectively a nomad - and had simply followed the path of the storm as one of its loyal minions. She was in a forest, the canopy dripping onto her back as she walked slowly, carefully, not trusting anything; she'd had far too many close encounters with wolves to be so easily lulled into security. Cautiously she lifted a leg and relaxed, deciding to rest here for a moment before she continued her aimless path to nowhere. ""


Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#2
Song for the reluctant heroes
I wanna be brave like you


Sacre had watched the clouds build as he'd traveled down from the Basin, a yearling almost now he found himself able to go much further for longer, not too much mind, but enough to make life more exciting. Perhaps tomorrow he would take the plunge and go further than he's ever been before, he could even find the land Levi was from, that is if he didn't get lost. Which was likely in Sacre's case. The nearer he got to the woods of the claiming grounds the more the sky became angry and soon it hissed bright lights and growled soon after. Of the many things Sacre had been scared of; dragons, getting lost, being captured... Life in general. The thunderstorm strangely enough did not frighten his heart instead it firmed his step, frailty seemed to have captured the world recently, in his circumstance at least, it was nice to watch something so unchained and ferocious. It quivered at nothing and reached out to touch all below with the downpour of rain that followed, Sacre bowed his head to the wind as it increased and the storm reached it's peak, the power surprising him a little enough to stop and brace himself. One day he hoped himself to be like this storm, unstoppable and wild, it seemed like the best way to live ones life.

As soon as he had acknowledged it's brilliance it was quickly gone and rumbling off somewhere else, the sun peaking through the gaps it left meeting the squint in Sacre's eyes. The rain subsided leaving his short mane plastered to his neck and drops running down his long, bloodied horn. All in all it was a damp, but weirdly joyful start to the day. The stained child continued on wards, remembering the last time he'd been here there had been a giant elephant! Who had thought him something called a Zebra. He giggled at the memory, wondering if he would find something similar this time, but highly doubted his chances.

Instead he came across a mare, tall and thin with fur a darker shade than that to his own mother's. Her eyes, however, almost matched his own in a memorizing shade of capturing blue, her weapon protruding proudly from her head in a twist of coal colour. She was much older than him, not quite as old as father, resting a leg he decided to approach her with boyish smile in tow. A smile that no matter how many years past, he would have forever. "I'm sorry for intruding... Have you traveled far?" His voice was timid as he halted not too far away from her, but not too close to make him uncomfortable.



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Nato Posts: 84
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#3

Lightning.
Crimson eyes beamed through the shadows, as the dancing electric spectacle reflected upon his obsidian armor. They were depressing anymore, the thunderstorms; they reminded him of a certain someone. The black demon missed her, that Lightning Queen. So many years have come between them, and often the beast was found lost in thought- did her thoughts drift to him as well? Was she even roaming this earth anymore? No. Lobes pinned against his rugged crown to the sound of thunder. Obsidian threads ripple upon the stallion’s thick crest as the winds carrying the smell of rain brushed through them like a fine comb. Nostrils flare, breathing deep nature’s chemicals. It was sweet, refreshing, and heartbreaking. Cranium lifted slightly, as the rumbling continued in the distance. It was truly beautiful, and so was Querida.

After what only felt like moments to the stallion, just as quickly as it came the lightning storm was gone. Thick humid climate was returning restricting his lungs; drying the tongue and causing a light sweat to bead upon his rump as he marched through the changing terrain. Lost in thought he really didn’t take the time to notice, or even care where he was wandering off too. For years, he had chosen to live alone. For a herd animal, that is a little rough- especially when it comes to age. His body had been roughed up over the years; scars coat his body like rivers drawn on a map. They were stories, battle scars; each unique to their own victory and even defeat. Daggers still sharp and healthy, they are a key tool to surviving this world. His bones do ache from time to time from torn and healed muscles. The two toned demon does not consider himself old just yet; but he knows he’s getting there.

Stumbling upon a wooded tree line, the beast staggers in. Breathing deep the cooler air in the shade, as his pace slows to recover from the suns unforgiving rays. He was tired of running, tired of searching for unicorns that seemed to no longer exist. What had become of his children? He would be lucky if some of them would even remember him now. Sigh. Nato elevated his head, pausing for a moment within the twisted pine for a breath, to listen and take in the forest around him. He remained still, hooves picking up vibrations in the earth from others moving about. Deer perhaps, he had not seen another equine in years... let alone another unicorn. But something about this place… felt... right.

Black spiral sword flashed against the sun beams as they danced though the forest, the pollen glittering as it passed through the light and into the shadows again. With elegance, the stag shook his crown and continued deeper into the forest with caution. He had lost his magic, after the fallout back home. There was no more vanishing act, no more forest fires at his command. He was just a warrior now, with a lot of emotional build up and hate for the mistakes made. Movement seized to the sound of a voice. He couldn’t make out what was said, but he could hear the tone. Crimson optics scan around slowly, searching for the source of this… voice. Intrigued, the death knight pulled forth into an alert forward motion. Lobes faced at attention upon his crown, before flattening against his skull, becoming hidden in his midnight weaves.

Slowly, his steps fell silent, whipcord rippling behind his masculine haunches as he stands frozen, dumbfounded by what he has seen. Shaking his head violently, he tried to refocus upon the pair of equine before him. Seemingly ignoring the young colt, and glued to the silver mare. Five long years of hunting for his family, was this her? Could it be her? A deep grunt pushed through his nostrils as he moved closer to the duo. The beast stood, and carried himself as if he owned the place. (Because in his mind, he always would.) There was always that chance that it could be her, his love – Querida. He just had to know. Daggers fall with caution upon the uneven forest floor; as he breathed deep. Seizing his motions, and elevating his sword to the sky; crimson eyes glared with enchantment upon this maiden.

"Lightning Queen?." He stood still, unwavering to his surroundings. Why didn’t he ask for her by name? Because, well.. if he is wrong; he’ll look less like an idiot. Thoughts trailed to the younger stallion standing just a ways off. His eyes a piercing blue, his flank stained in the color of blood. Lucky for the child, he had a sharpened weapon upon his skull. Audits turned back against his obsidian crown his violent eyes turned to the child. What?





Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#4

LACE

Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?



In a strange way, Lace was starting to like his roaming lifestyle. While still pledging allegiance to the Edge, or to Mirage more specifically, the guilt for not visiting the herd-land was fading at a rapid rate. He had always been a restless soul, unable to remain in one place for too long, and this prolonged absence from everything resembling duties and responsibility was doing him good.

"Maybe we should just let herds be herds and go our own way... what do you say? he asked, peering up towards the green canopy, searching for the frame of his one true friend among the glittering rain-went needles. The earth steamed now after the rain had moved past, rich scents releasing into the air of black hummus, vibrant greenery and mysterious, hidden things that had not seen the light of day for many years. The silver knight shuddered where he walked, solid black hooves sinking deep into the soil as he meandered through the woods, seeking nothing in particular; it was only for the pleasure of hearing the wind sigh in the treetops, see sunlight trickle down through gaps in the foliage and illuminate pieces of red bark, turning the world into a sparkling display of color.

The world always seemed more beautiful after the storm had passed.

"As long as we see others from time to time" the dragon finally replied, her glittering pale form darting from tree to tree far above his head, voice unconcerned; Lace smiled at her before returning the eyes to the surroundings, deftly scouring the vicinity for anything and everything; signs of predators, scents of familiar horses and strangers, peculiar or interesting objects worthy of closer inspection.

It was only coincidence that let his ears pick up a set of words that drifted with the hot, humid wind. Words, that once they had sunken in made the stallion slow down until he stood absolutely still, frozen in place from shock and disbelief. He never thought he would hear that title again. Not here, not from the lips of a stranger who's voice made him gasp from the pang of nostalgia that clasped down on the chest. For a moment he remained in place, hesitating; then the grullo spun around and set off through the forest, a fleeting trot carrying him swiftly in the direction of the speaker.

Gradually they came into view as trees flashed past, three shapes growing clearer for each step taken; only a sharp reminder from the White above made him skid to a halt at a safe distance from the group, approaching only at a slow walk with head held low and eyes fixed on the two older horses. Searching, scrutinizing, with ears eagerly pricked forth...

"My lord!" he finally was able to say, words slipping from the tongue in a rush of excitement. Such a long time it had been since Lace had laid eyes on the tall, black unicorn, how long since those red eyes had met his and issued commands. But would he remember? So many years had passed since Lace left the Woodlands, so many years since he came to Helovia already...

"It is you, isn't it, Nato sir? I served under you in Isilme, and under the Lightning Queen. Perhaps you remember? My name is Lace..."

Gleaming amber eyes slipped to the slender gray mare curious but without recognition. This lady... she was familiar, so achingly similar, but she couldn't be Querida. She seemed younger, leaner, with less of the arrogance his former queen had been so famous for. Who was she? Lace didn't know, but he hoped to find out.

Heart pounding in the chest, he finally shifted the attention to the young colt that stood timidly in the vicinity. Offering the familiar boy a warm smile, Lace nodded in greeting and took a few steps closer, not wishing for the youngster to feel left out.

"We meet again, Sacre. You've grown; have you been well?" The stallion was unaware of what his young friend had been subjected to since last time they met, didn't know of the debt he owed through association. The pale eyes was only kind and happy as he looked between the gathered horses, shifting the stance ever so slightly as Fajira circled down from high above, took a loop around the blood-stained yearling and finally landed on the rump of her bonded; cooing softly as she watched the events unfold with curious blue eyes.


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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#5
OOC: Sorry for the slow (and crappy) post!


She was not alone for long - she had not allowed herself to fully relax, but her lower lip was drooping and her ears were flopped to either side with her leg gently cocked to rest it. Her head jerked upwards with a start as the colt spoke, and she took a moment to take in his appearance. He was a unicorn, like her, but his horn was a vivid shade of red, and his coat as black as the night sky. His left flank possessed a red splotch, but Nyx was not perturbed - she'd seen far weirder markings during her time in Isilme. "Quite far, yes - I've lost count how many leagues." The days had blended into one another, and the mare found herself unable to decipher just how long she had been alone, how far she had wandered. "I'm...-" She was about to introduce herself when two words penetrated the air around her - Lightning Queen.

Those words had quite an impact on the dove, as she gawped in wide-eyed surprise at the man who had spoken them. It couldn't be - surely not? "Father?" Had he mistaken her for her mother? They were almost identical, save for the fact Querida's horn had been of polished ivory, and of course she'd had those queer blue spirals around it and her left foreleg. But yes, she would recognise that stallion anywhere - he had always shown her more affection than her accursed dam, and she had always held him in higher esteem than the cruel woman who had made her foalhood hell. "Is it you?" She had to be sure; admittedly there weren't many beasts around that looked like Nato, but Nyx had seen enough of the world to know that stories very rarely had a happy ending. It was just too perfect for her to be able to find her sire after so many years.

Then came another familiar face, although admittedly he was just a blurry figure from her earliest sighted memories; an equine stallion who had roamed the Woodlands during Nyx's youth. She could not place his name, until he announced it - Lace. "I think I recognise you from the Woodlands, although I was naught but a child at the time. My name is Nyx. I'm Nato and Querida's daughter." Eagerly she began to move towards Nato, sure now that it was him - what would the chances be of both her and Lace getting confused? - although she made no move to touch him, for fear he would reject her. It had been more years than she cared to remember; she was likely just a faded memory to him, an inadequate ghost of her mother.


Nato Posts: 84
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#6


For what seemed like an eternity, was only just moments as he stood still among the humid timbers. He could feel the heart in his chest, throbbing in this throat as he awaited a response from who he thought would be the lightning Queen. It seemed to all play out in slow motion, as the pale beauty turned to meet his gaze. A surge of emotion flooded his soul as he realized, this was not in fact his queen- but his daughter. Crimson eyes remained upon her as she questioned him, though he felt so numb, so disappointed yet overjoyed at the same time. It was not his love Querida, but their first born together- Nyx. Audits flatted against his skull as it elevated slowly to the sound of hooves in the distance, but cannons never move. She looked so much like her mother, aside from the blue spirals around her sharpened weapon and hooves. Natos heart sank as he could only imagine what had become of Querida. Perhaps she had managed to survive as well, over these last few years. My Lord! A voice broke the silence as he turned to see a silver form approaching.

Who would remember him – to call him lord? And then the stallion spoke again as he came closer into view. Sir Nato. He knew the beasts name? Ah but how could Nato honestly forget his past herd mates after all most of his fondest memories did happen in the Woodlands. Silence was shared, but a charming smile and bow of his head was given in recognition. He did remember the woodland warrior, though time has clouded some of his memories; he remembers the faces of those that protected and served under him. While Lace turned to the younger unicorn stallion, Nato turned his attention back to Nyx as she neared him. She had managed to survive, and bloom into a beautiful mare. But how was her persona, was it of her mother’s arrogance? Or had she drifted off into kinder ways… In time, he would soon recover the lost years between them.

"It has been far too long, my daughter." Masculine tones hummed through the air. He had aged, since they last saw one another. More battle scars, less ill tempered. Shifting his weight, he moved closer to her, extending his velvet muzzle to the base of her neck. She could lash out on him, possibly hate him for the rest of his life for vanishing. But from the emotion in her voice, that wouldn’t be the case. "You've grown up." He breathed upon her nape. He wasn’t there to protect her, her brother, and her dam. After the separation, this is the first he had seen any blood relation, or kinship since that horrible event. Lobes lazed to the sides, as the humid air lay thick upon his tongue. Retracting himself, he stood rather close to her, and turned to Lace with a charming smile. "It is good to see you Lace.. It’s been many a year since I’ve seen a friendly face." He paused, taking in his surroundings. "But, where is it that I have come- To have such luck to stumble upon my daughter, and old friend?” He inquired, glancing over the group, pendulum wishing against his haunches. . "Is this your home?" He breathed. He really hopped this area was not the home of the silver stallion, although it was beautiful.. the humidity would kill a horse of his age should he ever need to run from a fight. It was all to surreal to be standing here next to his first born, Nyx and fellow herd mate Lace- after all these years.. what had become of them? Hopefully in time they would be able to share stories from the past fiver years of their lives. But right now being flooded with all these emotions had made him sick to his stomach. All he really wanted now was to get out of here.

[ooc: Okay so I re-wrote the post and it still is not up to standards... again I do apologize for the awkwardness. o_o]




Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#7

He had always been the born gentleman. It was second nature to the silvery steed to politely look away as the two unicorns greeted one another, intentionally making sure to let the thoughts stray while they spoke. Who was he to intrude on a fathers embrace of a long lost daughter, or embarrass a lady by staring as emotions was laid bare? It was perhaps only a small courtesy, but Lace had always been sensitive to those little details that smoothed the transition from stranger to friend - really, it was just about common sense and a little bit of politeness.

He focused on Sacre instead while the family reunited, and returned to them with the same cheerful smile once he found himself addressed. Nodding his head in respect for the gray mare as she revealed her name, he thought himself recognizing it. It was faint, but a memory was there; a small filly trailing after her imposing mother, frail and scrawny and constantly tripping on rocks and roots. He would never have known it was the same horse if she hadn't said something - and of course, if he hadn't heard the initial exchange between her and Nato. Now the white-maned knight was able to nod with a warm smile playing on the lips.
"I remember you" he said, daring a bit closer to extend a nose in greeting to them both, should they be willing to accept the gesture. "It has been a long time indeed; I didn't think I would end up seeing either of you again."

Retracting the head once more he regarded the remnants of the once powerful family, gilded eyes taking in their visage while allowing the first enthusiasm to settle. Many years had passed indeed, and he was not the same stallion that had wandered the forest of the Woodlands, head held low and quietly trying not to make himself noticed. It had not been a genuinely happy time for him; too many disturbing events had transpired before that which weighed on his mind. But the herd had been strong and well structured, the horses friendly and welcoming; it wasn't as though it had been entirely bad either.

Turning the gaze to the painted stallion as he spoke, asking for the location, Lace allowed the smile to broaden for a moment before letting it fade away, features settling down somewhat.
"It's good to see you too, sir. I always wondered what became of you all after my departure - I hear times grew rougher after the war of the Tides." There was a hint of apology in the amber orbs, a touch of regret - how many times had he not wished that he'd been wise enough to remain, in the one land where he'd felt at home.

"Well, yes and no?" he continued with a chuckle, readily answering the questions of his former leader. "I don't live here per say, but in the area. You are standing in the threshold to Helovia, a vast landscape... not entirely unlike Isilme, actually, but I dare say that it is somewhat more peaceful. I belong to one herd of four, named Qian - together with my queen Mirage I lead them from a region called the World's Edge."

Something fluttered nervously in the chest as he spoke of the shadow mare, as if the words used were taboo, forbidden - it perhaps wasn't entirely correct to say that she was his queen.. Not with all that it implied of family and closeness. The mare might have been perplexed had she heard him - "More likely amused" Fajira whispered in his mind - and perhaps she would scold him for revealing something that not even the rest of the herd knew of yet. But it was hard not to say it out loud; that he was the Leader of the herd. It was still so new, so fresh; it had yet to sink in, and even so he couldn't help but want to see how these old royals reacted to the news. Would they be surprised, annoyed, discouraging?

"If you would like, I'd be happy to welcome you both into the herd, to stay or simply to rest for a while. I'm sure you both have a lot to talk about - and frankly this isn't the safest place." Somehow the nervous roiling of the gut didn't spill over into the voice as he made his offer - it sounded only calm and friendly, something the fledgling king was immensely grateful for. Fajira added her own invitation; a flap of the glittering pale wings and a melodic trill from the throat - she too remembered the horses, despite the long years that had passed and her own youth at the time.


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And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#8

Nyx had grown to be a woman quite different from either of her parents - her time out in the wilderness had moulded her into a different mare than the one she had been when she had left the Woodlands. Free from her mother's shadow she had blossomed, but there were still parts of her personality that reeked of Querida. Her selfishness, however faint, and her vanity; she did what she could to avoid becoming her dam, and tried to ignore the parts of her that reminded her of the LightningQueen. Her father moved towards her and she remained stock-still, leaning into his touch with a pleased whicker. It was unspeakably wonderful to see him again after all these years, after everything that had happened since she had left Isilme. "It's so good to see you again, father," she said. "I missed you." And she had; he had always been a massive presence in her life, far moreso than her cruel mother. "Aye, I have - and you're old now." Her pale eyes widened as she realised that may have been rather rude, and a girlish, self-conscious giggle escaped her lips. "I don't mean that in a bad way, of course. But I can scarcely believe it's been over five years." Time really did fly, and Nato was not the spry young stallion he had once been. The thought of her mother as a cantankerous old woman brought a smile unbidden to her face, but she swiftly hid it.

She turned her attention to Lace, not wanting to completely exclude him but appreciating the privacy he gave them. His extended muzzle was met with a return gesture from the grey dove, another small chuff of greeting given to him. "It's good to see you too, Lace. How have you fared during these long years?" She did not remember much of him, save that he had been a loyal servant to her mother. She was unsure if she had still been in Isilme for the war with the Tides; she had likely fled the place before then, to escape Querida's wicked grasp. She'd remained just long enough to see her brother, Dexter, born, and would have to ask Nato what became of him once they were settled somewhere.

Lace spoke of his home, then, and Nyx gave a wistful sigh at the thought of it - she had wandered alone for so long now that she had begun to crave the stability of herd life. What she wouldn't give to run with mares again, her sisters in all but blood. He extended an invitation to his home, and the ivory girl turned immediately to her father; it was still her instinct to look to him for guidance, despite the fact that she had made her own decisions for the vast majority of her life. "I would much appreciate that, Lace. Should we, Father?" It would be heaven to be able to relax in the safety of a herdland, to eat and sleep in a mundane but enjoyable cycle. But a thought occured to her, one that she hadn't had to consider during her time with the other herd, given that all species had been treated the same there. "Would they welcome us, though, given our horns? I remember Isilme, how segregated the herds were, and how much the different species hated each other. You are equine, and we are not...or are things different here?" She cast a wary glance to the stallion's white dragon; she was naturally fearful of dragons, of their raking fire and their snapping jaws. She was a friend to all species, but she remembered how things had been in Isilme, how the wings on your back or the horn on your head would determine who would be your friends, and who would want you dead.


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#9

He had been foolish all these years, reckless, an evil killing machine without even a second thought. The countless blood he has spilled in wars, the deaths that have come from his cannon fire, or from a swing of his blade. The black knight thought about his past for a moment, while looking upon the silver stallion that stood before him. Before the time he spent in the woodlands, he would have gladly spilled the blood of any equine he stumbled upon. And now look at him; he has followers, a kinship in the hornless filth he used to so horribly hate. The knight dipped his head slightly, arching his painted neck in thought. Was it time to change, and retire the thoughts of bloodshed and racism that he had become so custom too? It would be a hard change for Nato; but holding his tongue would just be the half of it. I’ve Missed you. His daughter’s voice was gentle to his ears; she did not turn and bite nor lash out at him for his absence. Grateful for her acceptance, he reached down and nudged her shoulder. Adjusting his head to look at her as she called him old; audits pinned back against his midnight crown as he snickered at her. Had their relationship been more stable, and not just reunited he would have placed a spiteful yet light nip to her nose. He didn’t need the constant reminder that he was aging like a spring turkey. Matter of fact, in his mind he was still this gallant warrior in shining armor- till he had to run for a long distance- screw that.

A deep snort erupted through his nostrils as he turned and looked at Lace, glad he was patient in this most awkward of times. He did remember his daughter, as well he should the last Herd meeting he had called with the kin, Nyx was prancing around her mother’s legs. A nod was given to the silver knights’ statement of never seeing him again. After all they had been through, who would have thought they would even be standing here today. Instead of reaching out to touch Lace as Nyx did, he instead stood still with a bob of his head in agreement. "Nor I you Lace." He breathed, lobes fixed on the silver stallion as he continued. It was true the Tides had seen their fate coming long before it did. Wars and Invasions have done nothing but blur together in his mind over the years. "I always thought it would be the Wars and Invasions that were the end of Isilme; Seems the Gods had other plans." He said regretfully, as he turned and looked at Nyx for a moment. It was almost painful to look at her- because she beams of her mother. But she was not, and he would have to just get over the fact- Querida is gone and never coming back. Yes and no.

Lace’s voice snapped him back to attention as he addressed the former question. Helovia he called this place- and we were standing in the Threshold. Crimson eyes rested upon the amber pools of Lace. He heard sounded nice- but then he said a name. Mirage; surely not the same obsidian vixen that lived within the Forest? Perhaps it was someone different. They had only met a few times but he knew who she was and his mother often spoke highly of the equine mare. Names are common- perhaps it’s just someone else. No he had to know… was he speaking of the daughter of Voraer and Anei? He would wait to question the stallion though, until a better time. Would this ‘Worlds Edge’ be lead by the equine wench from that bastard stallion? Although, he would never tell anyone that he too was once just equine. Thank you, good old Tome Guardian, for the blessing of magic- that suddenly no longer works! Maybe there was a place around here, where he could go question why it had stopped- perhaps it came with age and he was just running out of juice.

Crimson pools fell upon his daughter as if to see what she thought of this extended offer of shelter upon Worlds Edge. "If it’s alright with Lace" He paused and looked back to the stallion. "We’d be happy to accompany you home." As he finished, Nyx brought up a good point. Again, causing his thoughts to turn back on that lingering name echoing in his mind, had the obsidian mare survived the end of Isilme? He was unsure of how things changed for her- or where she stood in perspective on race. Intrigued more now than ever, he just couldn’t help himself; lips parted: "I knew your Lady" He said bluntly, doing the best to avoid the fact his past wasn’t the best of times. Her father, Voraer had more impact on Nato’s life than that of his own Father. He ruled as Duke under him for a long while, before receding to becoming an outcast; then to the Woodlands. Their encounters were short- and he does not recall any hostility given to the mare. However, what would she think of him now? "Not so sure she would remember me now." He breathed, smirking a little at the edge of his lips. "But I’d like to find out." He silenced, turned to the alabaster dragon in recognition. Adorable little flamethrower, loaded with sharp teeth and happy endings; Nato chuckled and spoke to the dragon sensing his daughters unease; "Greetings to you as well, elder." He called them elders, because their kind have long outlived other worlds and they all deserved respect.





Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
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The expression of the stallions face dropped slightly at Nyx's question. If at all possible he would have preferred not to mention the conflicts that run through the undercurrents of the land, not right away like this. Perhaps it was selfish, but Lace wanted to have these two for himself a while, talk old memories and re-establish bonds that might not have been that strong in the first place.

Perhaps it was better this way though, he thought with a sigh, head turning slowly to glance at the black colt with a slightly apologetic look.
"All horses with open minds and tolerant hearts are welcome at the World's Edge" he said quietly, unable to keep a quiet thought from questioning whether this indeed would be the case for the two unicorns. They had all lived together in a mixed herd who held equality and freedom high, but that had been a long time ago...
"Unfortunately, you are correct in your suspicions that not all are as accepting, lady Nyx. Though I doubt you would feel the impact of it, since it's the unicorns of the north who shun the rest of us. Due to certain... circumstances the Qian are in conflict with them, mostly because of persistent attempts on our herd members."

The smile that flashed by the lips was grim, not reaching the eyes; it was a poor subject to bring up to guests, and he hoped it wouldn't deter them from the uttered decision to follow him.
"Not to worry though" he tried with a lighter expression, straightening up as he sought to bring back the pleasant elation he'd felt mere moments before, "we are strong and have good allies; the summer has been calm and peaceful as well, and the borders are well protected. You will be able to find plenty of food and rest - perhaps you might even feel a bit at home. It's a forested land, not entirely unlike the Mystic Woodlands, and placed just by the sea to that."

Slowly starting to turn as he spoke, the silver king prepared to lead the way to the land he spoke so fondly of - he wasn't aware of it, but the tone of his voice softened and grew warm as he spoke of the homeland, eyes glittering at the thought of being able to show it to these road-weary travelers. His step faltered a bit in surprise, however, as the words of Nato reached him; a baffling statement, that set his thoughts spinning with wild guesses. As Fajira dipped her head in a surprisingly accepting gesture at the hail of the black warrior her bonded tilted the head, eying the elder steed curiously.

"I had no idea" he confessed in plain honesty. "Mirage speaks very little of herself or her history... All I know was that she was born in a land without sun, and that she came by Isilme after the Morning War... " There was a question embedded in the words, whether they'd met before or after Isilme; he didn't ask though, hesitant to pry in the affairs of a friend without her being present.
"I'm sure she will welcome you as much as I do" he simply said, a hope rather than any reassuring promise - she was unpredictable too, not just secretive.

"But come, let's be on our way! It's a few days journey to the borders, through lush and easily traversed landscapes. We can talk on the way... " With that he turned to lead the way, the ivory dragon slipping off his back and rose into the air; she would scout ahead from the sky, assuring that they could avoid most apparent dangers.


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And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#11
OOC: That sounds good :D Who wants to start it?


Her father's ears pinned and Nyx instinctively flinched away, her neck lowering in submission and clear apology. She really wasn't a particularly tactful mare, prone to saying the wrong thing, and it would be just her luck if she alienated her father so soon after reuniting with him. He accepted Lace's invitation and the girl sagged in relief; oh, it would be a mercy to be part of a herd again. The nomadic lifestyle wasn't for her; like any equine, she craved company. Living alongside her father and loyal Lace would be a blessing. Nato spoke to the dragon as well, but Nyx could not get past her wariness of the fang-filled piece of weaponry: they were so unnatural, and she did not trust them an inch.

Lace was honest, brutally so. She would be on her guard, not that there was ever a time when she wasn't. "It sounds beautiful, Lace. I look forward to seeing it." She craved the Woodlands, her birthplace and her home. Her previous herd had lived on the plains, an endless expanse of flat savannah that spread from horizon to horizon, save the lumps of distant mountains. The grey woman hungered for the forest, and the sweet smell of the sea. She listened in stoic silence as Lace and Nato conversed, not understanding who they spoke of - she had not socialised much with Isilmians before she had left the land, given how young she had been. Lace was keen to be off, and Nyx was equally keen to follow; she gave a small buck of high spirits, kicking up her heels as she followed the man and his dragon. Before she left, she flashed a warm smile to the black colt with the red markings, feeling bad at how they had ignored him - her gaze fell then on her father before returning to the path ahead as the three of them headed home.



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