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Cypress Posts: 72
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Cy
#1

Cypress
And it hurts when you're lonely
And I'm standing right beside you




Cypress had now wandered far and wide through the lands of Helovia. She had met several on her small journey. The Idea of it was funny. She would adventure throughout Helovia. Then maybe settle down in a herd or an Outcast group. She hears about them once in a while. But not often. She is mostly just a lone filly just trying to find her way through a giant land. A hopeful mind buzzing with questions she didn't even understand. Green eyes glittering in the soft sunlight. Heart pounding in the mid day air. The sun's rays on the soft dappled back of the filly.

Deciding to take a rest, Cypress finds a large rock. The suns rays beamed right onto it. Half was in the shade, and half the sunlight. Cypress liked it here, so she decided to stand in the sunlight, to let her fall asleep in the sun's basking rays. Questioning deep eyes blink with curiosity of this place, and how it was born so perfectly. Would she meet a sole here? or was it an abandoned place of Helovia?

No, not this place. It was too pretty here.

She wished the wind would sway, and sing in her ears as it had always done. Even when she was just a child of mere imagination. She loved how it whistled and whipped, smacking the hairs of her muddy brown ears. But all she could feel was the rush of a small stream nearby.

A stream! She could cool off there, and then maybe she would feel better. Better than she did now. Even though the warm feeling with the sun on her back, making her hairs prick, she still loved the soothing feeling of water at her hooves. Splashing ahs churning beneath her. The Earth god would hold up the streams, lakes, and rivers from falling to their knees and dieing. Drying up and being forgotten about. Hope falling right out of them, into the porous earth. More like greedy. Greedy for water. To feed itself with energy of water and sunlight.

But at this time of day, the sun would be beating down on any plant seen (Unless it was under shade of course). It would wither and die without the waters of the earth to cool it's roots before it had got too hot and couldn't withstand the heat of the sun.

This is what the filly had thought about while she rested on the rock. letting her thoughts flow freely.

Cypress thought about the things she was thinking about. Was she... no. She couldn't be! Was she teaching herself? No. This had all been from her imagination. But all she could think of was that is was the right thing. It was right. The waters of the earth helped in every way it could to protect the plants of beauty and divine character.

"Cypress speech."
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#2

Memories were something that could bring one happiness or cast a soul into eternal sorrow and despair. Why was it that there was exceeding large amounts of the sorrow and so little of the good times? It never seemed fair to the fae how some could live life at the top, never having to worry about a thing while others such as herself scrounged and dealt with the backlash of those above them. Sighing as she knew damn well that there was little she could do about her seemingly endless streak of bad luck she walked along paying little attention to her surroundings. Her mind was lost deep in the endless thoughts that cascaded rapidly around her, a continuous reminder of her many failures and misfortunes. Was it possible to turn your luck around like some people mentioned, or was it a pure myth?

After watching so many things get thrown back in her face she felt as if the world was punishing her for some unknown reason. She had never done anything to warrant such pain and suffering that she could ever recall, why was the world out to get her. It was hard enough to watch the deceitful blue pegasus gain a companion when she had made it clear that she hated the idea and wanted to free all companions. If she had been given the chance to bond with a companion it would have been a life changing experience. What was Ampere planning to do to the poor creature once it hatched from its shell? A shudder ran through her at the very thought, she sure hoped that she would not electrocute it like she had tried doing to them not so long ago. The gods must have given her a companion for a reason, surely they would not put the creature in the hands of another if it would be slaughtered.

Shaking her head to clear away those thoughts her blue orbs caught sight of another equine over towards her left. Stopping abruptly a moment of fear shot through her frame until her mind distinguished it was only another mare, and a young one at that. What was one so young doing wandering the lands alone, should she not be with a herd? Maybe she belonged to the Foothills in which she walked near without realizing it. Making the decision to speak to the young fae she started to walk towards her picking her way carefully through the tall grass. The rays of the sun felt nice against her battered body, the warmth was rather soothing. Her condition was slowly improving in small increments since her arrival in Helovia but at a very slow rate, her ribs still protruded from her sides slightly as did her hips but no where near as bad as before. Her physical wounds had pretty much healed but still the faint scars showed upon her white pelt where the more serious injuries had been.

"Hello there, are you looking for someone?" She said gently coming into earshot of the rather striking filly. A coat like hers she had not seen before but she was glad she now had, it was much more appealing than her own ivory pelt. Managing a gentle smile towards the filly she halted a few meters from the mare not wanting to push her boundaries if she turned out to be an unwelcome guest.


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Cypress Posts: 72
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Cy
#3

Cypress
It hurts when you're lonely,
and I'm standing right beside you




The filly had gathered some sunlight, and felt the warm air pressing against her now warmed, pelt. She smiled her heart beating at a slow rate. Her eyes casing light glances around the clearing. For she felt a new presence nearby. Then a voice, a wonderful voice of a mre came from what Cypress thought was her right side.

"Hello there, are you looking for someone?" her voice was soft, and beautiful. Cypress looked towards the voice, to see a beautiful mare of ivory standing there. Blue eyes cast unknowing looks at her.

Wonder shot through Cypress's eyes. Who was this mare? Was she in a herd land? Cypress hoped not. She stood so she could see the mare clearly. Emerald eyes staring into blue oceans. Staring into the soft sole of the mare.

"Hi" Cypress squeaked her voice small from not talking for a while. "No, I was just wandering the lands of Helovia..." had she said too much? Was this mare now wondering why a small foal was wandering unknown lands.

Cypress didn't know who this mare was. She had never seen her in Helovia before. She had not see many other lands in this large land of Helovia. So she awaited the white mares answers to her voice.

She hoped the mare didn't think she was a foolish wandering filly that didn't know better. She didn't want her to think Cypress was a naughty kid that needed teaching. She hoped not. Her heart pounded as she waited, wishing she knew what the mare would say of her, think of her. Wish of her. She just wanted to know.

Why would she feel this way? She had never felt this eager to find out what others thought about her. What they thought about her looks, actions, feelings. She had never felt like this around anyone. Maybe it was because the mare was of a different land... she just didn't know.

"Cypress speech."
|Ooc sorry, I don't really know how to make the font like that! sorry!


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Brighid Posts: 20
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#4
Windfall and blessing notched upon the arrow of a tight-strung bow and fired forwards into the atmosphere in declination of chattering young ladies dreams and soft conversation. It's mark places upon a hefty frame of dark Earth and precious bronze and the sisters of fate press strings into the air, pull and tug and weave, and the Princess of the Earth moves forwards with the grinding steps of a monster in the depths of a endless forest.
But the Princess sees and hears none of this, for the woman of Earth is oblivious as all to the works of the divines, if perhaps more, and sees no interest or desire in throwing hopes and adoration towards the figures of the sleeping mind. The ground beneath her hooves is solid and firm, and that is all the Princess trusts in, for divines are fickle and mysterious creatures, riddled with liars robes and the gold of Judas littered around hooves and pressed into thick skin, though not as thick as the greed filled and hunger crazed minds of those in power over the insignificant lives of the mundane.

Instead, the Princess of Earth is resigned into the most tedious, lackluster of duties and teachings, though obligation and responsibility trace hardened tracks within the souls of the woman and keep the rough sinew moving forwards in propelled power and grace. Composed, unruffled, the warrior hums a ancient tune within her impressive sized lungs, mild frustration and irritation lighting within warm pearls and timeless flesh, for if the Kingdom's peasants will not do the jobs set before them and continue order then the Princess shall take it upon her own back and tug and yank with fierce determination. If these people cannot be goaded into controlling their own boundaries, are the peasants worth her efforts and striving? She has seen few and fro of her herdmates - and in the name of Inanna's sweet graces they are herdmates, the Princess realizes, not the civilized members of a Kingdom and it's many laws and systems.
And so on this kalokaíri eve, the Princess is reduced to the jobs of slaves and working men, though she minds little the exercise on the expanse of her broad ship. At least the Princess is not bawled over unto her side, drool hanging from her maw, munching contentedly on the sweet grasses, sweating as some stinking pig and lolling her tongue out unto the dirt as some filthy mutt in the heat of the Sun. No, the Princess would rather march the span of Hel-ow-vee-ah - that was what the soldier, Solace, had titled it, no? before she was driven to sticking her dome in piles of sand as the ostriches of Egypt. And with the rate of the idiots here, she might end up sinking her entire ship before the dawn began to rise over the horizon. The fools that surrounded her dizzied her brain and sickened her core, and the ink within her stirred in pent up frustration and thirst for blood, as if the dealing with idiots part hadn't already made her woozy enough.

As Brighid moved onward, however, a peculiar scent wafted into her nostrils, one of the crisp Wild's (Was the scent on one's coat the distinct odor of rotted corpses and mossy waters? What had these characters been doing in their free time?) and the other of something akin to mold and the Sea, forests and.. the Princess decided mold explained it well.
She had been around the idiots long enough to understand that they did not smell of mold, or rotted corpses under normal circumstances (Or perhaps that was only the pretty girl and her soldier?) and this piqued the Princesses interest. What folly had taken place on this eve that led to such sickening scents on her - It might've as well been hers since her Queen seemed to be about as competent as a lovestruck dove, and just as preened - land?
The lead hooves beneath her heavy ship dug anchors and set sail, and the Princess broke into that of a loping trot, muscles and strength rippling beneath sinew and bay flesh, and the ground beneath her weight vibrated with her digging steps. The offenders would hear the Princess, most certainly, and the Princess cared little for it. What use was stealth if you planned on interrupting a no-good troublemaker in the process of their trouble causing anyways?

The colossus emerged.
A slow halt as stone pearls observe the children that have made place unto her home. The word is filled with sudden obsession and she simultaneously feels her expression harden into granite when she notes that these fillies indeed do not belong here.
Trespassers.

Her home feels weak.
She will prove these disrespectful morons otherwise, if they so choose to linger in the woman's presence.
Rough, warm, and paradoxically chilly her voice flows out from within the deep set of her powerful bosom, a rasp of a growl rising in it's tone.
"Do you have a reason for being on the Foothills land?"
A bitter sentiment is placed through harsh words and melting stares. If looks could kill.
"Or do you make it a job to place your heads willingly on another's doorstep?"





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Cypress Posts: 72
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Filly :: Unicorn :: 12 hands :: 10 months
Cy
#5
[Ooc I am kinda new, so am I supposed to go now? Or do I wait for Brit? @[Brisa] @[Brighid]]
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Brisa Posts: 386
Outcast atk: 3.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7
Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire nickel
#6

Standing before the young filly now in a way reminded her of herself only a couple years prior. From what she could tell she was alone with no one to rely on but herself, it was a saddening thought to the ivory mare. Situations may be completely different between the two of them so she could not judge but she did know from first hand experience that times were rough and sadly did not favor those outcasted from the rest of society. Her appearance was much better than that of her own, so she had to assume that things had so far been well for the filly giving her a small piece of reassurance to hold onto. It was tempting to ask her what she was doing wandering all alone but she refrained knowing that she would likely sound like a moron.

Hearing the mare speak brought a small smile to her expression as it gave her more hope that this young soul had remained at least able to hold her own if faced with a stranger. There was a small amount of nervous energy in her face but nothing that would compare to the fear that had once completely consumed her upon meeting another being. It rendered her almost completely helpless as she would try to scramble away on lead legs. Finding Helovia had greatly improved her difficulty with speaking to others for she was now able to speak willingly to others without panicking. It was much easier with other mares but still was difficult should a stallion make an appearance. She could at least hold herself capable of attempting small talk if she needed to instead of her bolting at the very scent of one.

"Hi, it is nice to meet you." She replied gently her tone light and positive. She would not judge the filly for her situation as she knew better than most that life didn't always play fair. "My name is Brisa, what's yours?" Feeling better about the whole situation she had no sooner began to relax slightly when another cold voice sounded from behind her. Jumping at the surprise she whipped herself around to face the new stranger. Her eyes fell upon another mare who seemed to be quite annoyed with something or another, did she cause this? Her own audits flicked nervously as the scent of the new mare wafted towards them smelling very much similar to the very lands they stood upon, she must live here. "Do you have a reason for being on the Foothills land?" Oh great she had not even realized that she had wandered so far onto their land, she had only meant to stay along the borders.

"I apologize for our intrusion I did not realize how far onto your home we had come." Her voice was no longer the calm collected tone she had before with the filly but rather strained and hasty as her nerves reacted to the unexpected stranger. Keeping her head lowered she glanced to the mare hoping she would not take their intrusion to harshly. Maybe she should tell her where she was from, but would stating her home was the Edge help or would it just make things worse. She hadn't the slightest idea if the two herds got along or not but she was not here to cause any trouble in the slightest, surely the mare could see that right?

"I am new to this land and do not know my way around very well just yet, I mean you nor your herd any harm or disrespect. I only recently agreed to call the Edge my home." She chose this moment to stop herself from talking as she feared she was starting to ramble as seemed habit when she was nervous. Just one of her many flaws that she was slowly trying to correct, it only took some time.



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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize Brit
#7
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 my heart is a hollow place for the devil to dance again</style>



It is a polar bear who happens upon this trio, lime eyes curious and intelligent with a life granted by the Gods. He is large, though not an adult, and watches them silently without advancing. Silent to all around he calls to his princess from the cherished borders of their mind, and to his beckoning she comes. Through his ears, she listens, and through his eyes she sees. When her step touches the emerald carpet of the circle the three stand within, she knows the situation without having been there at all. From her lips came a sharp sound, a reprimand, as she stepped forward with the grace and power that she owned so rightfully. She was the head Medic, the oldest lasting member of the mercenary Grey, a powerful poisoner, and one of the victorious fighters in the invasion that had won her this land. "Hold your tongue, sister." There is authority in her tone, and if Brighid does not know Lakota's name, she soon shall. "They call no meeting, but they venture no further than our borders. For now, it shall be forgiven. Later, if law is broken, you may have your anger."

Turning to the youngling and the pale ivory maiden standing astride her, violet eyes blink wisely at them. "I am Lakota, poisoner and head medic of the Windtossed Foothills. This is Aodaun, my companion." Inclining her head towards the regal white bear, she searched the two with her gaze while her companion gave a low growl of greeting from his furred throat. Though her words, out of context and intonation, may have sounded kindly, they were guarded and wise. She was no stranger to masks and facades, tricky games played by devious killers who charmed you with sweet words and large doe eyes. It was not the time to be playing 'good cop'. Because everyone knew, eventually, that Lakota was anything but. Just because she was born and raised royalty, and therefore had control and mannerisms, did not make her any less viable a warrior, as shown by the multitude of ragged scars across her hide. "You are of the Edge, yes? It may not be wise for you to be here. Though we have repented, your brethren do not...favor us, so to speak. If you are here in peace, it shall be returned, and if violence, the same shall be given. And you, child. What is it you seek?"

Crown turned to the youth, barely of age and deep as newly moistened soil. Green eyes, green as the vegetation surrounding them, were large with lack of age and growth, but curious. There was nothing Lakota could do without knowing their intentions, so she remained silent, level with Brighid yet giving her space. Sending a glance toward her herd-sister, she gave a short nod of appreciation for handling the situation- however roughly- before she could arrive. Though Aodaun had been present, so she hadn't seen a need to rush considering the two had been so civil to each other at their borders. For now, the encounter would depend on their answers.

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OOC: My apologies, but I was only told a few hours ago that it was my turn to post, as I wasn't tagged. Regardless, I don't mind that Brisa posted beforehand. It all works out for me ^^



Cypress Posts: 72
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Filly :: Unicorn :: 12 hands :: 10 months
Cy
#8

Cypress
It hurts when your lonely,
And I'm standing right beside you




The little dappled filly liked the ivory mare in front of her. she liked how her blue eyes shimmered with kindness, not ambition like some. Cypress wanted to get to know this mare natural colors. White as the clouds, bue as the sky. Maybe she was suppost to be a pegasus. Was her race wrong? No, she was beautiful this way, and she wouldn't have met Cypress if she was a pegasus. She would be flying loops in the air, and enjoying the beautiful day's heat.

Once in a while the girl yearned to be up there, flying, singing. Having a great time. What would she look like with wings? Certainly not as she does now. No. A horn atop her head was fine. Cypress cared for every race, she just loved hers the most. Nothing agents the others. It'twas only because she knew the most that were of a horn.

"Hi it's nice to meet you."[/color] The mare's words broke into her thoughts of race and flight. [color=#000000]"My name is Brisa, what's yours?" Cypress didn't speak right away. Then she lifted her chin and spoke her name loud and clear. "My name is Cypress, and I am an Outcast" she spoke the words calmly but clearly. Cypress watched as the mare's shoulders drooped, and her ears didn't seem alert too much. She was relaxing. The girl, not know what would happen next, let her guard down too. No one would come for them in this forest of greens and beauty.

Suddenly Brisa, Cypress's new friend whipped around. Cypress noticed what she was looking at, another mare. She had wings! Oh, how wonderful! But her emotions showed nothing compared to what Cypress was feeling. She spoke words of cold stone. What was the Foothills? The white mare spoke unexpectedly. "I apologize for our intrusion I did not realize how far onto your home we had come." Why had she just said that? Knowing that she met me here, and we didn't move from this spot. She was talking the blame. Cypress had to say something! But she didn't want to be punished... she didn't speak up much anyway. Usually no one noticed if she was there. So she just kept quite. Cypress was to caught up in why the mare had spoke like that, that she didn't notice the mare's harsher voice.

"I am new to this land and do not know my way around very well just yet, I mean you nor your herd any harm or disrespect. I only recently agreed to call the Edge my home." Cypress had heard the word before. Azarel lived there! Azarel, her best friend. She had met him in the Threshold, then she had came with him home to the place he lived. His mother, Delinne, she had met that day.

Out of the blue, another mare's voice sounded. "Hold your tongue sister" who was that? Cypress turned her head then to look at another mare, she seemed wise, just looking at he. She spoke again, towards the mare of feathered wings. "They call no meeting, but they venture no further than our borders. For now, it shall be forgiven. Later, if law is broken, you may have your anger." Cypress loved this forest, but she would leave and never come again if someone would have this much... fire in them. She would let them have anger if the filly and the ivory mare had come back to this place. Cypress didn't understand.

The mare who spoke words recently, turned to Cypress and Brisa. Then spoke. "I am Lakota, poisoner and head medic of the Windtossed Foothills. This is Aodaun, my companion." Cypress looked at the white bear. It took pride in it's looks. The mare spoke again. "You are of the Edge, yes? It may not be wise for you to be here. Though we have repented, your brethren do not...favor us, so to speak. If you are here in peace, it shall be returned, and if violence, the same shall be given. And you, child. What is it you seek?" Cypress has been asked a question from this Lakota. She had to answer to this wise lady, and that she did. "Hello Lakota, I am looking for a home, but I am now called outcast, and I am wandering the lands of Helovia free." She shouldn't had said that. What if the mare wanted to welcome her into her herd? The little rose didn't want to lead the life of a herd filly. She wanted to explore. Sadly she still wanted to meet this mare. So she said nothing else. Just wanting for an answer, which was soon to come.

Ooc| Sorry Brit! I am so sorry! I would have I just got caught up, sorry!

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Brisa Posts: 386
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Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire nickel
#9
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