Ok, so yeah, it took you a little longer to get here than maybe it should have, but whatever. You're here now, and that's all that matters. Well... back here, that is. You were here for a little while, then you went back to the ocean for a little while, though you don't really remember what happened while you were wandering around the forest. You have vague memories of a snake in some antlers, but you've shaken the thought off as nothing more than a strange hallucination. Weirder things have happened. Besides, you were pretty over-medicated at the time. Pain from the challenge and all.

You're a little better now, a little less intoxicated, and way more motivated to do so. Two reasons for this, really. One, Seele stole your soul and then you called you a blödmann. Good thing you speak German. No, just kidding. You don't speak German. But whatever she was calling you, you like the sound of it. Blödmann. Kinda sounds like blood man, and that is a nickname you can get behind. Anyways, reason number two is that you've suddenly become the interim leader of this ragtag group of misfits. Apparently the lesbians had important business to attend to. Whatever they're doing, they've left you to manage the movement of the crazies from Spectral Marsh to the Deep Forest.

“Asylum,” you bellow into the trees, a little wavy on your hooves, but otherwise not too bad. The electric burns on your sides are getting better, but they still throb as you walk and so you halt, leaning against a familiar looking tree, though you're not sure what about it makes you think you know it. There's an ass-print in the dirt in front of it. Did you fall here? Who knows.

Snorting a little bit, then, you look around, wondering why you're calling everyone together anyways. They're all adults, right? Well... Amara isn't, but... Anyways, the point is made. They should all be capable of bringing themselves from one place to another. Of course, should be is the operative term. Who knows with all the nut jobs that you're supposed to be calling family. In particular, you keep an eye out for Lace-Face and Pretty Boy. They're supposed to be your council, if in fact you need council. It's not like you're going to make any major decisions for the herd in the absence of Eris or Seele. “I'm commander while the Lesbians are away. If you have problems, bring them to me.” This is your chance. You're not going to mess it up.

Oxy

Seele's rough voice vibrated through my ears, the words echoing off of the inside of my skull "Go. Now. Do not look back." over and over again, like an annoying broken record. The shattering squeal that lunged from the dark mare's bodice after the matter had made my skin crawl and the fine hair raise along my spine. Even though the sadistic German may be off of her rocker, she does care for every one of us. We are her family after all. The amount of tension that had occurred in the very small amount of time had drawn me out of the conservative shell that I had placed myself in, and finally I drew my antlered skull from the low sulking position near the dying earth into the muggy air, and charged away just as Clown-face had directed.

Hooves thundered below me, transitioning from a swift canter into a slow, unconcerned trot once I had escaped the sights of the bog waters. Deep purple eyes scanned the thickly vegetated forest, my left eye twitching randomly, causing a snort to erupt from fluttering nostrils in irritation. While each ear is rotating on a swivel, I catch the faintest growl of my acquaintance: "Asylum," the deep voice can only be the deranged drug addict. Perhaps he will be dopey enough for me to find these plants? What affect they have on the big brown fool fascinates me, strongly.

Dirty hooves stamp along the solid ground noisily, making my introduction obvious. The white blaze across my bay kin's face is the first thing I spot not so very far away. "Moron." I mumble beneath my hot breath as I grow nearer to the bulky body; he is leaned up against a tree as if he cannot stand on his own, making my unsatisfied curiosity of his precious plants increase. “I'm commander while the Lesbians are away. If you have problems, bring them to me." Long, dirty legs swing to and fro, carrying me a few steps closer to Oxy before I pause in my tracks.

A wiry laugh explodes from my chest at the image of an actual lesbian bonding between Clown-face and Princess, batting long eyelashes at each other while staring contently into each other's bright eyes. "Hearing that alone was worth the trip here." My right ear twitches forward, then slams back on my neck before popping up right once more. In return I shake my dark face in the air, white forelock flopping between both long antlers before landing back down the length of half of my snout. "Why has Seele put you in lead? What do you know that we do not?" I choked back the option of cursing the brute's name, as I have only just returned back.. "home."

Tagged: The Asylum
"Speak." Walk walk

I left my trusty little wolf with Sia while I ran off to the Deep Forest, tearing away from Seele as she and Ghost patrolled for lost souls. I followed behind the big butt of the Druggy, the one Seele called a Blödmann. It sounded like blood man, but the way and context in which she spoke made it seem a little more like she was calling him a fool, which made me happy. Serves him right for being such a big, fat useless slab of drugged stallion. I didn't really pay much attention to the guy, but as of right now, I was questioning what the hell Seele was thinking, appointing this guy as a temporary commander. In these few minutes he could destroy us with one stomp of his uncoordinated hoof.

"Asylum." He called, his deep, gruff voice odd to hear. He was usually screaming profanity and hitting his head against trees. It was something different to hear him not screaming. I relax, trying to drone out all the noise around me to prod at Sameira. Stubbornly, she does not respond. Fine, be that way to me. She was probably frustrated that I had left her with Sia, and hadn't taken her with me to the Asylum gathering.

"Blah blah Lesbians."

Hold up.

I turn my head towards Oxy, brows narrowed. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" I grumble, zipping forward with a fluent leap. I raise myself using my wings, getting my face as close as possible to Oxy's without me shish-kab-bobbing my brain on his horns. "Have you any respect for Seele and Eris?! Or are they just stupid little lebians in that screwed up peanut sized brain of yours?!" I snort, ears pinned to the back of my ears. I settle down, looking at Agrona. "I think Oxy was trying to bribe our Ladies with his stupid little leaves. That or he simply clung to them." I eye his leather satchel and then drag my eyes to his green stained lips. I try not to inhale because peeeeeyewwwww he smelt like the Marsh mixed with a family of dying skunks. Probably those little leaves he chewed on all the time. "The next time you call Seele and Eris lesbians, you'll forever be shamed because I'll be the one kicking that lazy ass of yours."

[unhappy 'mara is unhappy. :P]

satanic silk

Wings on a wind that held in his favor, the large stallion flew over the canopy of the deep forest. And he felt his blood pressure slowly dropping as he escaped from the Marsh. The soft, cool wind caressed his face, his neck, his wings, loving over every inch of his skin. What a fool you can be... A little voice in the back of his mind nagged him, and out loud Silk cursed it and told it to shut the fuck up. All he had wanted was to continue exploring this land called Helovia. There were many places he had never been still, including the Spectral Marsh. It just so happened that his timing was absolutely horrendous. Little to his knowledge, he had entered there just after a horrible sickness was spreading over that land. What effects there would be for him he had yet to find out, and was still unaware that he would suffer any consequences.

As he flew through the sky, the cool air of Orangemoon pressed under his leather wings, slipping through the few holes that were punctured throughout. His heart rate was slowing to an acceptable pace, and his chest no longer was spasming with pain. His eyes had stopped their slight red glow that seemed to occur when he was feeling any emotion particularly strongly. Just now, it had been panic. Panic at the hallucination of his own dead and decaying body beneath the waters of the bog. The dark mare's warning and his own vision were enough to send the beast high in the sky and far away.

The dark vixen had mentioned coming to the Deep Forest, a place he had frequented a couple times now, and he was not unwilling to visit again. Apparently there was something called the Asylum, and he was being invited to stop in to escape the death of the marsh. Silk did not care to protest. He circled high above the canopy, his keen eyes searching for a place to land. He found a small opening in the growth and landed, isolated from all other life. The silence was comforting - not oppressive. At least, it was until the silence was broken with the harsh cries of a young filly. Her voice in the dark of the forest sent his crown high toward the sky, and his lobes perked in her direction. Forget the group, he had to find out what the hell she was screeching about.

To fit between the close knit trees he was forced to pull his slightly tattered wings close to his torso, though he would have much preferred to have left them spread and ready to take flight. His nerves were alight more than normal, understandably. As he approached the sound, he found there was more than one soul to greet. His orbs danced back and forth as he surveyed the gathering. A stallion, big, like himself. The unicorn was leaning against a tree, and carried a satchel with him. That's.. odd. In addition there seemed to be a slight green stain around the beast's lips. Too much grass? I didn't know there was such a thing. He continued looking on, and found a mare, a dark beast with long, strange looking horns. Certainly he had never seen those horns on a horse before, though he thought he'd seen them on some other animal.... Finally he turned his gaze toward the one making the racket - a small winged filly, who had lifted herself off the forest floor so she could be eye level with the stallion. She was chastising him about some mares who were lesbians. He twitched his ears. This must be the group that the mare had mentioned to him. Unsure of how friendly the gathering might be toward him, he stayed in the shadows, remaining light on his feet for a quick getaway if need be.

H I S T E

She came only because she wanted to see for herself who it was that her leaders had left in charge of their little ragtag group of mentally handicapped individuals. Pale grey eyes were set on the horned stallion while he spoke and shifted as the others came one by one. A little winged skyrat threatened the horned one for calling the leaders lesbians. It actually made a giggle spill from Histe's blood stained lips as she took several steps forward. "If the shoe fits..." She said as she stared at Amara before looking back at Oxy again. "I work only with Eris." She said rather bluntly, almost as if she were daring the stallion to try and pull rank on her. She'd pull his tongue out and strangle him with it.

It was like clockwork that others showed their faces, but two of them did not belong and Histe's mouth pulled into a thin line as she turned to face them. Two more skyrats, one a little more stupid than the other. "Can we kill them?" The thin line of the brindled mare's mouth turned up in the corners at her companions question. "Not yet." She answered him back. "Lets play a game." The cougar growled his agreement from somewhere in the branches overhead as Histe strolled toward the blind female skyrat.

Histe had little consideration for whatever personal bubble Aurelia might have thought she had, but she had interrupted the wrong gathering and the bounty hunter had a thirst for blood. "Ha!" The brindle snorted when the stupid little trespasser stated her business. "An alliance?" She asked. "With you?" It was laughable. "And you ask a temporary leader for an alliance when you know he's temporary. He has no right to make alliances and if he did make an alliance with you I'd wear his balls around my neck."

If anything, Histe had made it perfectly clear that the mare wasn't welcomed there and if she knew better and had any sense of self preservation she'd leave before the game of survival began. "Leave." Another growl from Merikh punctuated Histe's demand.

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have you seen blood in the moonlight?