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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
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“Invite the head of each clan, invite those that would stand as representation to their homelands,” I instructed my most trusted soldiers. They flew off one by one into the distance hills; each with a purpose to collect the leaders and speakers of clans separated by grief and war. Leaving me behind with a hopeful, yet heavy heart. Frostfall was coming, and Helovia’s clans were still ever divided. There was rumors flying about, rumors that I wanted ceased and brought to light.
“Extend a humble invitation. I wish to meet with them and break words in fellowship.” Our herd was placed in a rigid spot, Foothills pleaded for forgiveness and aid. Apollo, he could sense that a wolf was growling at their door, scratching to enter; alone it was very possible that their attempts to evade such a wolf would fail. Edge, our longest standing allies and Kri’s personal friends. I had known the edge folk since birth.
Asylum, questionable, yet seemingly trustworthy enough to come to the call of friends.
Dragon’s throat could have their pick of the strongest herds; send the rest to meet a cold end. Yet. I wanted to do something more. A task that no other before me had done in the history of Helovia.
Unite them—for they were already united with us.
When the leaves started to shift their color and the nights grew cold, I sought out a meeting spot. Preplanned and predetermined by the instructions that had been given. The sun was rising, the ground beneath my feet was cold and soft from permafrost. The sweet smell of dying wheat and wild thistle was to be our calming perfume. I stood beneath the shadow of a single white oak, its colorful limbs stretched to meet the horizon with a promising attempt at morning colors.
“Come friends, honorable folk of the mountains, swamps and hills.”
It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I wanted, and leave what I don't.</style>
Gaucho had lingered after Midas had departed. The recollection of the Basin Invasion still lingered enough in his thoughts that it made him wary to leave the Throat without protection. But of course, it never was unprotected, not really. He had seen time and time again, that the heart of the Throat - of a warrior - burned brightly in each member that resided within its borders. Almost as if the blood that tarnished the sands of their fallen comrades, could somehow seep into the hooves of all who walked upon in - giving strength and courage in times of need. Even so, Gaucho had patrolled one last time.
As his sweeping gaze finally concluded that their borders were safe from harm, he had flown North towards the meadows. He moved easily in the skies, though could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his bones. In more sophisticated terms, he might have described it as apprehension, but Gaucho merely thought of it as electricity.
Electric...
As he flew, his mind casually wandered to the blue mare - full of her own electricity - that he had met only once, and missed by a few minutes half a dozen times throughout the year. Of course he was unaware of this, and yet her memory lingered with him, just as the Basin Invasion had. Oddly, her memory too often caused him to search through the Throat additional times during his patrols, though for very different reasons.
There - Mara hissed mentally, her sharp black gaze spying Midas below. With a grunt, Gaucho descended from the skies towards his comrade. Landing easily, the dun folded his black wings to his flanks, nostrils flared as his stormy gaze looked around. So, they had arrived first. His tail swished back and forth as he moved to stand next to Midas. "Throat secure." He advised with a bob of his head.
As they were summoned, so they came. The World's Edge would always come when the Throat called, no matter who stood at the helm for the time being. As long as they stayed true to the ethics laid down by the Resolute, the dragon-hearted horses of the Qian would stand by their side. This wasn't the first time they came to listen to their Sun-blessed brethren, nor would it be the last.
Though, admittedly, for Lace it was the first time, and the ants that wrote havoc within his gut refused to let him forget it. This was his first season as a leader, and while it had been calm and peaceful so far he still couldn't get over how many things there were about governing a herd he hadn't known. From the sher number of tasks in a day to the way his brothers and sisters suddenly had begun to address him differently, it felt like he was walking in a state of constant surprise - like Fajira said, if he didn't watch out he might get stuck with that stupid wide-eyed expression forever.
It was a comfort then, that there were some who would never cease their efforts in shoving him back into the sole of his boots. As much as he was loath to admit it, the presence of Smoke on one side and Rishima on the other was the only thing that lent him enough strength to cross the open field with his the head held high. Actually, it was the thought of their laughter ringing in his ears for months after running away that drove him on, knees lifted in a proud dance and neck arched with a confidence he didn't feel.
"It would have been so much better if Mirage did this" he whimpered mentally to the dragon that flew on lazy wings above him, feeling a lurch to the stomach as he saw a huge stallion with giant black wings come in to land before a tall oak up ahead. "Mirage already knows how this is done" she replied, unexpectedly gentle despite the laughter he felt lured somewhere in the back of her mind. "We still need learning. So listen well, and thing before you speak... all will be well. "If only I had half of your confidence, this would be a dance on roses" he muttered back, but was able to breath a little calmer - she responded to his steadying mind by wrapping a mental tail around his shoulder, embracing him for support.
Somehow managing to keep a slightly inane mutter of things not to do or say from being repeated out loud, Lace stepped up to the stallions beneath the lone tree and dipped his head in polite greeting, ivory mane gleaming clean and pristine under the autumn sun; with light glittering upon the golden scars on the back and turning the sleek coat still in summer shroud into silver, he really looked the part of a WeyrLeader - at least Fajira said he did, and today he clung to her words like a drowning man to a straw of grass.
Throwing quick glances to the sides to make sure that his 'entourage' hadn't abandoned him, he took a deep breath and opened the mouth to speak.
"Greetings, brothers. I am Lace, WeyrLeader of the World's Edge. These are Smoke the WildRose, our head healer, and Rishima, sister of Mirage the DragonHeart - here in her stead." He hesitated, not sure if he should say more, afraid to speak too much; a suggestion from the dragon that came in to settle on his back made him nod again and then grow quiet, sincerely hoping that the two regal stallions before him couldn't see the nervous sweat beading in the creases of his skin.
He really wanted to hear what this all was about, so the attention would be taken from him and on to someone else...
Mirage the DragonHeart
it's been written in the scars on our hearts
It was a strange feeling.
The Qian and the Tuuli had been united for longer than the days Mirage could count herself as a 'Helovian'. It was a friendship forged in tough times, built on trust and loyalty. Though the little shadowmare had not been told directly, she knew something was amiss. Never before had Kri sent a messenger to deliver something - she had always walked into the heart of the realm, knowing that she was welcome, and been embraced liked the sister with feathered appendages that Mirage never had.
But Kri, was gone.
It was a subtle realisation in the mare, and she was not sure just how she felt about it. She knew her chocolate friend would never have left without a dire reason, but she could not help but feel.. Left behind. Abandoned. Forlorn.
The little shadowmare wondered, had Kri asked her to follow, would Mirage had gone with her? Perhaps that was why they were such good friends - Kri knew to never put the DragonHeart in that position, to choose between one friend and one family - all of whom she truly considered to be family.
Like a shadow, she moved, her cloak causing her body to shimmer and dance through the mists and timbers like a wraith through a graveyard. Long, flowy movement carried her across the ground, and with a golden dragon lazily flitting above her, the WeyrLeader and her dragon followed the trail of her kin to the Meadow - for what? She did not know.
Svelte ears twisted atop her tiara as she heard the deep voice of Lace introduce himself, and with a small smirk she reserved just for him, she stepped from the shadows and dropped her cloak at the same time, seemingly being crafted from the darkness itself. Dark muzzle pressed against the shoulder of her beloved co-lead, a low murmur wuffling in her throat in greeting. She was proud of him, truly, pleased and enthused for the future she saw ruling their herd together.
To the others that gathered, she spoke quietly, her golden eyes gleaming - it had been dawn, until the mistress of night had arrived. Now twilight lingered, precariously fighting the rising sun. "Greetings Midas," she began, recognising him from discussions with Kri in the past, as well as his involvement in securing her own homeland. "And to you, good ser." Sculpted features dipped, as she resumed her position alongside her leader.
"I do my best not to miss a gathering called by friends of the Throat," she explained, appreciating the effort Smoke and Rishima had made to come with Lace, and certainly not taking away their purpose - the Edge was a family, and would stand before their friends and foes alike as such.
And we had gotten a call to meet in the meadow. From Midas's companion none-the-less. Perhaps this would be good - perhaps our alliances would finally be locked in.
I moved on, having heard Eris grab Ghost and Circuta I figured that they would not be too far behind me. And so, the trek had begun, each of my hooves prancing. My legs stretching out across and covering ground quickly.
When I arrived, I could hear Innerste in my mind, chanting things about friendship and emotions. About how all of those things had been necessary. I don't know, exactly, what she said because to be honest I was attempting to shun her voices from my mind. Instead, I was listening to the sweet humming of the souls around me as I traveled closer and closer to the meadow where we were meeting.
When I finally arrived I saw Midas, another large boding winged creature, and a group of equines who smelled of the Edge.
"Guten tag!" I murmured, sliding in to the right side of the circle and bobbing my head in greeting. "What a pleasure to see everyone here," I purred, a smile upon my face. "I see that all are doing well," a tiny pause, "At least I hope we have been called upon for good matters rather than bad..." A tiny click of my tongue, "Fighting should not be continuing this long. Hath the Basin struck again?" concern, slowly ebbing into my voice as I glanced around between them.
12-21-2013, 05:42 PM (This post was last modified: 12-21-2013, 05:51 PM by Eris_.)
E R I S
The Blood Empress
The Empress was not aware that Seele had heard the call as well, her blue eyes watched the black hide that lead the way. Annoyance fluttered through her system, it was the vermillion queen who had organised the party to travel and meet with Midas. The Marsh was left on the shoulders of Oxy, expecting to arrive to a Marsh half destroyed wasn't what worried Eris. It was the possibility of loosing some of her family members. Still, she would deal with it when she returned home. The Empress' party consisted of a few carefully planned members. Circuta was needed for her sweet tongue and her ability to charm mostly anyone that the dark beauty came across. Eris trusted the purple eyed mistress, that was why Circuta was chosen as her first party member. Next Ghost was chosen, the golden queen didn't know much about the younger spy that had recently joined them. However as the disciple of Circuta, Eris found it fitting for Ghost to accompany them and pick up a few lessons in politics. Vulture was their guard dog, he had accompanied them across the lands and done a decent job of watching over them. Eris had decided to cease from calling him 'The worm' until further notice.
As The Blood Empress came to stand next to her dark sister Seele, Eris allowed the white faced doll to do all of the talking. Instead her blue eyes watched the movements of the attending leaders. No one seemed hostile, yet there was an air of unspoken agreements. It lingered in the air, it's scent fresh and twisted, tilting her head to the side The Empress studied Midas. He had been the one that had summoned them all, perhaps he would be the one who would soon reveal the plan. Once Seele had finished blabbing about The Basin, Eris spoke quietly. "This is Circuta." The mare elegantly gestured at Circuta with her nose, a pause hung in the air. "This is Ghost." Now Eris motioned towards the winged raven, a smile sat on her lips. "You may have spotted him lurking before, Vulture escorted us here." Another pause as Eris glanced over her shoulder at the stallion. "His presence is not a threat to you all and he will not be apart of this meeting." The vermillion beauty did not want the other leaders to feel out numbered, in fact Eris had not counted Seele within her numbers. Still, four was still a small enough number. At least she hadn't invited any other members to attend the meeting, then again if Histe was here it would no doubt be a lot more fun.
Now The Empress settled into silence again, her curiosity was peaked and her troops were ready for battle. They were sick of living in The Marsh, it was time for them to claim a home. From day one their sights had been set on The Foothills, their anger furthered once they learned that the hills had accepted Confutatis into their ranks. The equine had left them, betrayed them to The Hills and they had accepted her into their home. Well now it was going to become The Asylum's home and Eris was going to remove Confutatis from it. Once again The Empress raised her voice. "Forgive me for being abrupt but we do not have time to waste discussing pleasantries." It was time for action, either The Asylum was needed to help defend a homeland, or it was their time to finally receive one. "Midas, how can we serve?"
" " 592 words.
One day you will,
Learn to love me,
One day you will,
Thank me, you'll see,
If I can't have you.
No one can
When you feel my heart, look into my eyes It’s where my demons hide
It seemed her wings were coming in handy after all. Once they had marked her an outcast, now she was an advantage. Not that she minded, whatever others thought of them they were part of her since she was born, Ghost had simply learned to live with them. Nodding once to Circuta and Eris, the belle had taken flight and sped away from the place they called home that stank of death and decay. A good smell, she hoped others would smell it on her and learn she was not to be teased with. She had set off in darkness and arrived in morning light, watching Seele and the others from above as they made their way to the meeting place, the silent guardian in the sky who watched for danger from above. The swamp turned to grass and a hole before pink spread across the field and those they were sent to meet could be seen. Carefully, Ghost made her way downwards, enjoying the cooler air as it lapped against her face and played with her mane. She was a contrast against the golden sun, a descending silhouette. Finally hooves touched the ground and she tucked away her wings, moving to stand next to her deranged company as Seele spoke.
Ghost hadn't seen very many things in her meagre three years and never before had she been in the company of so many important figures, though the sprite hardly knew what made them important at all. Her lack of knowledge was something she needed to change, and the mare prepared herself to take in as much as she could, saying nothing at all. It was not expected of her to speak, simply listen and learn, diplomacy was an art her mother didn't and probably couldn't teach her. Words were not Ghost's way, but one could always change in time and if not, at least she'd understand how such minds work.
Who knew when she might need such precious information.
Let the heat of the sun
Reignite your memory
Because if we just turn and run
Let them fire the gun
❚ Force permitted, just don't kill her :3
❚ Please tag me!
❚ Pixel by Nyte
My words rolled over the distant hills into the empty air, somewhere a frosted flock of wild snow geese took wing from the field which they had bedded. Their shining wings would carry them toward warm southern isles as cool times settled on Helovia, I watched them with vacant eyes that couldn’t hardly stand to be in the moment as each bird vanished from sight. A separate sound caught my attention, like the heartbeat of a drum or the stomping of feet in the noonday dust before battle. Guacho, ebony head swung round to greet my favorite kinsman with a careful but equally warm smile. He touchs earth with a nimble delicacy that makes me feel a tad bit jealous—my colead offers only a report. To which I return with a halfgrin, though my eyes shine with a sort of brotherly affection for our brethren, “Yar, tis good.”
Ivory strands flick across my hocks in small twitches, aside from its hypnotic motion my frame is held stone still. The first to arrive were our closest ties, elders from the Northern hills. A company that consisted of two mares, one flecked with gold and a blessing from yon moon slipping across her hide, the other a simple looking lass, and lastly a sturdy stallion with a pelt of tarnished silver that had been marked by war and our patron god. It is quickly noted that the dragonheart is not among them.
Said stud comes forward first with a pleasant expression and words of introduction, I offer each a smile in turn and reply, “Greetings and welcome.” I didn’t get to fall into a lapse of introduction just yet, a dark figure had emerged from the meadow seemingly born from shadows. A brilliant dragon trailed behind, no other could be mistaken—her pelt was a hue deeper than pitch night. I recognized the woman instantly and dipped my head toward chest with a respectful sigh, “Tis an honor to finally meet ye, Mirage.”
Folk from the swamp came second—their young leader Seele heading from the meadow first. I glanced up as she arrived, “Seele, good of ye to come. And nay, no trouble yet—though they are foremost in today’s topic.” Their kin was quick to arrive, not moments later a small troop followed the dark unicorn. An amber mare with narrowed brim and bright blue eyes, she came and stood by Seele. My attention was drawn immediately as she introduced those that stood silently by. Her question was met with a nod, though my gaze flicked toward the meadow—silently urging Apollo and his family over yon hills.
They would either show or not. “There is yet one group still absent…but we can begin now.” Spine stiffened and wings curled tighter against my barrel, “I have called ye here to strengthen our ties and offer a suggestion for those who have no land to truly call home.” A pause for breath, , “Mirage, Lace—thee and your family have been our allies during the darkest of times. Kri has vanished from our homeland, I and Guacho stand as Sultans over Dragon’s Throat. We would like to retain this friendship for many generations to come."
There is surprisingly no waver in my tone, only gentle assurance and a familiar strength that seemed to find nourishment from trying situations, “I renew our vows and pledge our warriors as it has been done for many a season before.” Me and Guacho had discussed this meeting, and the topics that would arise—still my gaze slipped to the mountain of a man who stood close by on the chance that he had something to add.
“Seele, your family has come when we called for aid during the last invasion. I thankee on behalf of my kin and pledge our assistance in battle or the like should the time arise.” Catching the gaze of company who stood as guards I added, “Frostfall will be here quickly, your family grows does it not?“ Equine, and the like couldn’t stay in the wildlands forever, to do so would eventually mean death, “The Foothills is yet absent, they can’t speak for themselves so I will break words on their behalf."
"They have come to us for protection and aid, Apollo and his colead have taken up the mantle that Ktulu and Ophelia left behind. Their lips pledge loyalty, and renounce the Grey and all contracts that were made.” As I speak my eyes slip toward the Dragonheart, curious of her reaction,“Wounds are still fresh upon our pelts from past transgressions, I have invited them here so that we might mend the festering before it can blister—unite for a common goal.”
Softly I say, “Our true prosecutor lies in the North and it is my belief that they stand alone. So I ask ye who desire a home and a chance to untie all of Helovia. Would ye stand to fight for their land?”
There will be no escape cause he's fallen far from grace
I walk on the outside of the maidens I’m traveling with, and keeping myself alert and on guard. This is my chance to get Eris off my ass, so I am on my very best behavior. I manage to hold my tongue for most of the way(Kestrel got a bit annoying so I quietly told the obnoxious girl to shut the hell up). Since I haven’t been castrated yet by Eris, I believe I have managed to at the very least squeak by and maybe, just maybe I’ve finally gotten off her radar. If she didn’t believe me to be at least tolerable from a distance I would be shocked. For once, I’ve managed to accomplish something. I’m not going to get cocky though, things can turn sour at any moment so I will forever be on my toes. You can’t ever get comfortable in a group of madmen, if any of them are like me they’ll want to make you bleed.
As Eris and the other mares approach the group, I hang back a short distance. Politics are their deal, no mine. Plus she made it very clear I need to keep my mouth shut, which I’m more than content with based on the fact I don’t give a shit about diplomacy and allegiances. I focus my mind of scanning the surroundings, ensuring there isn’t anything to threaten the queens and their companions. If anything goes wrong I will be the one blamed, so I can screw up.
I hear my name and I snap to attention. Eris explains my presence, but I don’t say anything, just simply nod and then go back to my previous task of keeping an eye out for trouble. The stallion that’s decked out in gold talk, I listen to what he has to say, and so, I begin to tune out the whole external conversation and delve deep into my mind where my invisible counterparts lay.
[No need to include Vulture’s in the posting order, please do skip over him as he is only there to guard and not an actual part of the meeting. I plan on only posting him now, and then when the Asylum plans to leave.]
They came as a tiny unit of one over the northern hills, traveling at a brisk pace to the place of meeting. Late, they were, but Apollo hoped it would make no difference. Through the rays of the daylight sun, the air crisp with the arrival of Orangemoon, Apollo arrived at the Thistle Meadow with members of his family. Phaedra, the enticing winged mare who lead beside him as Chieftess of the Foothills, and Irrydae, who served as their consultant and Storyteller, a 'bridge', if you would, to speak to the almighty Father Earth.
Already honey-brown eyes could see the gathering of other horses, all breeds and certainly creeds meshing around the only one who Apollo's eyes rested upon. The golden form of Midas the Gallant was a beacon of hope for the two-toned stallion, for in him, Apollo had found a friend, mentor, and a brother. An ally, and the Heavens only knew that the Foothills needed more of them.
As they arrived, Apollo eyed the others who stood by, recognizing none but Midas. Each stood with their respective groups and branches, and for a few moments, brief trepidations of fear bled through the Chief's heart. As the Grey, they had fought and bled for any contract that was willing to pay compensation for their efforts... But now, now they were different. No longer were they the Grey, but a unit. A family unit, desperate to hold onto their homeland.
"Midas..." Apollo breathed as he came to a stop, his eyes once more only focusing on the form of the golden Sultan, "Brother. I apologize for our lateness. Times have been... Tumultuous." This was not the place or time to tell Midas of the traitorous encounter experienced by Confutatis and the battle that had nearly de-throned him and stolen his life, but it was a good motivator to compell him to speak and say his piece. Apollo looked to the mighty antlered stag then, offering him a respectful nod of greeting. He did not know him, but would show him respect.
Lifting his head, honey-brown orbs sought out those present with a look of pensive gentleness. It was important that each branch here, no matter their views, knew that Apollo had not come here today to be seen as an enemy. "I am Apollo, a friend to Midas and a brother in blood, and my sisters and I hail from the Foothills..." Trailing off, the stallion dipped his head in both the direction of Irrydae and Phaedra, "This is Phaedra the Opulent, my sister in government, and our dear Storyteller, Irrydae." A deep breath through his nose served as a moment to collect his thoughts, and once more dark lips moved to speak.
"I understand that some of you may look upon us with hearts full of anger and hatred. Perhaps we deserve this for past transgressions, as our goodly Midas has stated... But that is not our intent. We hope to be able to move forward from such dark and unstable times. Phaedra and I served the Grey... She as intelligence, I as a medic, and we can not run from that, but we can try and make up for it. I offer each of you that the Foothills has wronged an apology, and a promise. A promise that things will change. That we have changed."
The stallion grew silent then, waiting, listening as Midas spoke of the true threat; the Basin. An ear tipped backwards as a sour taste filled Apollo's throat. The Basin... He had been left alone to reap the dust and collect the hatred from that fateful contract, the contract that would place he and his family as an enemy to those of Helovia. Midas had forgiven him... But would anyone else find it in their hearts to do so?
"Aye," Apollo breathed softly, glancing back to Phaedra and Irrydae before re-directing his gaze forward, "Midas and I have shared words of forming such intimate ties of kinship already... But I would be honored if such ties could be spread between the World's Edge and the Asylum, as well."
[ooc: I'm... So, SO sorry for the wait, guys. I really had no intention on this taking so long to get to, but things have been hectic as of late. <3]
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