[Basin people are free to join. I'd love some W.A.R. information (or any other info) as well, if anyone is passing by~]
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi |
d'Artagnan the Nightshade
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide After the little meeting with the ought to be married couple and the strange daughter, d'Artagnan had skulked off exploring. Sticking to the darkest shadows before finding a secluded spot to sleep. Upon awaking he wrinkled his nose, caves never smelt too good, especially when it was full of sweaty horses and their muck. Aramis rose from his curled up position and stretched, arching his back as he flexed his paws. A cave was also not much place for a dog, d'Artagnan wondered how long Aramis would last before he started craving the open spaces of the mountains and the fields. Perhaps it was time they both set out on finding a little more information on what was actually going on. Shifting his bag that he was now growing accustomed to, the shade walked off to where he had been once before, where the waterfall crashed down from an unknown source. That room seemed less cramped, starting there was appealing. He started out, keeping close to the walls as Aramis jogged in front, twitching ever so often when he heard a voice that sounded quite near. All he needed was some revenge seeking tick to jump out at him and there wasn't that much manoeuvre space to suddenly jump out of the way. He'd have to be careful and trust in Aramis' keener senses. He hadn't really much of a plan if the worst happened, he'd just have to make it up as he went a long and pray to his father's soul that he didn't die. Caves were becoming a love/hate thing rather quickly. He much preferred the little one he'd had in the Aurora Basin. Soon they found themselves in a familiar place and the former mender suppressed a shudder when he saw the face who already occupied the room. What a stallion to meet in a damp dark cave. Even the Nightshade had to admit. "It's been a while since I've seen your ugly mug." He chuckled with relief. Deimos. Who'd of thought that even the Reaper would retreat here, but then again, the shade had to remind himself, Deimos had much more than just himself on his mind right now. "Lord Deimos, I hope the herd is well." |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB |
Heather |
But Deimos was distracted from the yearning, the burning, nestled in his nefarious mind, as the creeping of another figure, too easily recognized by scent, by voice, by mere presence, that he nearly smirked. The Doctor, whole, alive and well, a rancorous, bitter reminder of unending days across fringes, borders and edges, cliff walls stoking rolling tides, scorched forests and laborious invasions fought and lost. Passing moments had meant destruction, altered croons had promised desolation, slaughter, termination by the wicked, for the wicked. When tangible ruins had been seized and possessed, ensnared and gnarled by his rapier brutality, when it was only chaos that fixated his mindset to the stoked fires and ignited infernos. Before he needed to care. Had the Nightshade been the same, dripping poison into the mouths, the ears, the eyes, of his victims, caustic and callous, permitted to bend venom into his blend of toxic derision, scorn and deceit? Upon departing, upon leaving them behind, had he found what he’d yearned for? Was his appetite sated, was his quarry left in their same disheveled ambience, distorted and decayed? Should Deimos have been envious of his freedom, no longer locked and corroded by the chains of kingdoms and palaces? He welcomed his old friend with a clenched jaw and a haggard tone, deep and loathing, not for the behemoth before him, but for the haze he’d been pulled into, a crown suddenly, maddeningly heavy. “We were forced to flee.” The uttering of truth rippled through him in a vicious, frustrated growl, tumbled into the pervading walls with a lone, agonizing hiss, sibilance of seditious souls. And what if by escaping they’d left their homeland to be varnished and cloaked with the daggers of pariah interludes, framing their glaciers and peaks, their rime and summits for gestures of a new regime, a foreign reign of deadly infidels? The notion turned him into a more unyielding state, unattainable, unreachable, burdened by the massive exploits of a Machiavellian membrane. A question posed along the tip of his tongue, for curiosity, abandoning the ferocity, the shambles, for one moment of inquiry plunging through the din of familiarity. “Did you find Mauja?”
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 4.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 5 :: Orangemoon HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Edison :: Red Kite :: Rage Semper |
ROUX.
We have the answer to all your fears
It's short, it's simple, it's crystal clear
The simple red colt followed his herd, head low, eyes searching for purchase in the daylight. His blindness left him helpless in this time of fear, and the tiny bird that clung to his mane trembled, feeding off of his emotion. He had named the little guy Edison, hoping he would grow into a large, majestic, intelligent warrior of a bird. The name was strong, and he hoped it to fuel the companion as well as himself. Now, however, both were consumed with fear, confused at why the herd was fleeing and unknown to where they were travelling. Roux's heart thrashed rapidly against his growing, deepening chest, already alight with rippling muscle of youth. The organ, seeming to pump blood as well as desire through his extremities, yearned for the comfort of his twin, for the protection of the crimson and obsidian brother. It was a rare thing for Roux to want the complete guidance of his able brother, on such a normal occasion the silver eyed colt would wish for the two to stang aligned, matched, partners. This day, however, Roux wished for Sacre to stand in the lead and take his hoof.
The quest was far and it took them a great distance from their snowy mountains, causing Roux's serenity to diminish further with each step of his uncleft hooves. They reached the caves finally, and Roux found a new solace. Picture once again filled his eyes, the greyscale vision he desperately clung to in the night was with him at all times of day, only dimmed by the few streams of light that broke from the ceiling of the caverns. The boy and his bird no longer trembled, no longer walked with ears pinned flat against nape and tail tucked tight against hind legs. Instead, the pair moved with the confidence of any yearling, nostrils flaring as Roux took in the scents of the caves. They were much different than the ones in the Basin, deeper and filled with more wonder. Roux felt powerful here with his sight intact. He would be safe.
He did not stray far from his herdmates, but spent most of his time moving through the dark caves in search of his twin. Worry writhed inside him, grasping his lungs and his soul to drain the life from him. Sacre was in danger, he knew that much, for the stained boy was not with the herd. "Sacre," He whispered, peering his large head around a horner. He tilted his thick, spiraled horn towards the new room, warning any danger that he was a force to be reckoned with. The boyish, stupid bravery grew in his chest as he searched for his brother. Finding no reply to his whisper, Roux flicked his tail and walked into the room. Familiar voices filled his ears, though slightly muffled by the sound of crashing water in the distance. He knew the voices well. One was his Lord, Deimos. The other was his wayward father, d'Artagnan.
The boy picked up into a trot then, rousing his companion from his sleep. You will meet my father today, He thought to the bird, whose feathers were growing in nice and red with each growing day. The bird made a disgruntled chirp from his mane-nest and closed his baby golden eyes. As Roux closed the distance between the two stallions and himself they became brighter images, parts of them disappearing as light flecked over their hides. "Father," Roux breathed, exasperated and slightly joyous in the same instant. The colt, painted in his father's colors, stopped short of the two, standing between them yet several yards back. "Deimos." Roux said, bowing his crowned head in respect of the deadly stallion. Blinking silver eyes, Roux took a step towards his father, searching his body. The bag was foreign, but Aramis beneath him was so familiar. A boyish grin threatened to pull at the corner's of Roux's mouth as he finally closed the gap between him and his father. "Where is mother? Sacre?" The yearling asked, lipping his father's side in such a way to draw comfort from the large stallion.
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow
Just to prove that I knew how
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Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy |
She follows swiftly, racing after her father and the Reaper. Farenjer joins them as they leave, her gaze falling upon the teal painted soul. She offers a smile, although he likely won't notice her. The fae puts her attention to the shifting skies, the solemn tone that befalls the land. Darkness spreads like a parasite, constantly spreading over Helovia. They follow a worn path towards the Heart, its warmth alien to her almost constantly cold skin. She lets out a sigh, her bonded giving out a little grunt as she halts before him, causing him to head-butt her. Glancing at the dark calf, she lets her smile glisten in her eyes, corners of her kissers raised only slightly. What a klutz you are. She rolls her eyes, beginning to walk away from the little calf, who squeals and rushes towards her. She enters the Sanctuary, a sudden wave of warmth washing over her as she follows her herd mates. There are so many of them, she realizes she's lost her father in the gathered crowd, her heart sinking slowly. She takes her time to tour the Sanctuary, finding more rooms that she never bothered to explore. She walks through them, admiring the many caverns, the crystal lined rooms that sparkle in her emerald eyes. The crystal fastened in her mane touched her skin, cold as ice, making her skin numb as it rests upon ebony matter. The fae turns back, following the sound of the gathered herd, spotting a few Basin residents already. She sees a little bay colt, similarly colored as d'Artagnan, the former Doctor of the Basin. The girl finds the Lord, face expressionless as usual. Finding a position in the back of the room, she listens to the thundering waterfall rather than the babbling voices of her herd. Inhaling deeply, the girl closes her eyes and thinks of Carnesir, who she hasn't spotted yet. Where have you gone, my knight? She whispers, opening her eyes to find his coal grey body standing before her, a gentle, seductive smile upon his dark lips. She steps forward to embrace him, finding her body passing through his. A cold feeling run downs her spine, a claw being dragged across her back as she realizes she was just imagining him. A sudden feeling of loneliness creeps upon her, a feeling that she's never felt... not like this. Her stomach churns uneasily, knees shaking gently as she's hit with a feeling of loss. Dim eyes scan the room again, voice ringing out gently. "Carnesir?" Worry lines her words, an innocent undertone sweeping the syllables from her dark lips. "Words of wisdom." |
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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 |
Walking barefoot in the snow
Monsters! Monsters in the Basin! No, more like zombies!
Sacre had trembled and mutely followed the rear of a fleeing unicorn, not really caring whose it was or where they were going. He was too caught up in the turmoil of his own thoughts, his two friends turned into hideous creatures. In the heat of the moment he'd lost all grip on reality and everything seemed to move in slow motion, the zombie's attacking and a bay stallion with a ruby horn succumbed to the wraith's will. He had ran, following the retreating party out of the Basin, not even knowing what had happened to the other, spotty stallion. The boy felt alone and scared, like every shadow was watching him and the air was suffocating. At the same time, he felt guilty for leaving and not standing to fight, not honouring the name of his father or making the eyes of his mother proud. A small, trembling coward. That's what he was. His thoughts continued to echo this dreary blackness until his hooves touched something hard that echoed and shiny, blue eyes finally dragged themselves back to the present. They'd entered some kind of cave that was littered with the scents of many and the eyes of those who had run and finally found refuge. Relief, fear, confusion... The atmosphere was electric with disturbed emotion and Sacre took a long guilty breath and reassured himself that it seemed he was not the only one afraid. What had the faces of these horses seen? Had they seen what he'd seen? The horrors of the night. The dark side of Helovia. In the instant of the attack and the long flee south, Sacre was no longer a foal. He looked young and leggy, but his eyes spoke stories that no colt his age should experience. Yet, it had happened. They delved further into the cave and came into a room with a crashing waterfall and the smell of moist earth. Sacre didn't see that, he only saw Deimos and the words simply fell from his maw. "Lord Deimos! There's monsters out there! Monsters in the Basin! I've seen them, they took one of our kin and... and I couldn't do anything!" His voice cracked between sobbing and getting the words out, he was ashamed and worried, his young mind struggled to deal with the situation presented before him. It wasn't until he'd regained a little of his composure that he noticed his audience, more, he noticed his brother and his father. Keeping his eyes on d'Artagnan with uncertainty, the boy moved over to Roux and placed his nose on his shoulder. "Here Roux" smiling through his voice, which had grown softer now as he turned on his father. "Where is mother?" |
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
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Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo |
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Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB |
Heather |
[-murders post order simply to move things along and gather info- ;D]
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi |
d'Artagnan the Nightshade
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide d'Artagnan was careful where he placed himself, very few earned such caution from the shade, but he was no fool to disregard the reputation of the Reaper. Especially when he appeared to be so riled and angered. Something indeed had happened, the Lord stated they were forced into a flee, quite something for the unicorns to leave their snowy land, were these demons really that bad that they couldn't stand and fight? Perhaps they were, Deimos was not one to run away from much and the mere fact alone made his mind whirl at what exactly it was everyone was so scared of. Right now the Aurora Basin was wide open, it was bare of defenders and ready to be taken, it made him clench his jaw and his brow furrow in worry. He may have cut his ties from the cold realm, but he still had memories and his loyalties, those he couldn't discard. It hurt his pride to think something other than a horn bearing creature would disgrace the land by treading hoof prints in sacred snow and drinking through dirty lips in their clean lake. He almost wanted to demand of Deimos to accompany him back there now, Nightshade and Reaper, standing guard. The conversation took a different direction, however, and soon the Doctor's thoughts became distracted by a familiar picture of an idiot and his owl. "I found him where one would go seek a God. Alive and well, though we were interrupted by a strange mare, I haven't seen him since." He informed the Reaper, half smiling at the thought of Nyx's face at calling her strange, he had found her later in the caves, though nothing yet as of Mauja. The shade didn't worry as much as a friend probably should, but he'd known his icy companion for so long to know that there wasn't much in the world that could get to him. He always turned up at some point. d'Artagnan trusted in that. The former Mender would have continued on if he wasn't interrupted by a familiar face, a figure that looked almost exactly like him and had grown considerably since the last they'd spoke. Roux. There were some things different, the boy's legs were longer and he carried something with him, was it a bird? How interesting. Aramis wagged as memories of days gone by passed through his thoughts, afternoons of watching them play and keeping an eye out for danger. The hound had followed them to many places. It was the question his son posed, however, that made d'Artagnan sigh as he frowned, gently tugging at his sons mane. "The last I saw your mother she was well, I have not seen either of them since this darkness..." Kou had been angry the last time, he felt guilt clawing at his conscience, how was it he always managed to escape danger, but his beloved Nurse was never by his side. He would have to find her, even if it meant going out alone. As if by answer to his name, Sacre appeared much to the Nightshade's happiness, he had grown much too. Though it seemed Roux had the edge on him in that area. Mismatched eyes gazed over his other twin son, noting the flower in his mane and the arrow in his tail. Items gained, just like Roux looked to have a friend, perhaps there were stories to these new things and all of a sudden d'Artagnan felt old. His children were already growing up, already had memories and things to cherish, he had a legacy to carry on his name and he was whithering away, slowly dying as his opportunities waned. The colt spoke fast and hurried, in a voice that was afraid of monsters in the dark and the loss of friends. Sacre was lucky to be here and his father's nose wrinkled in anger, he hated being enclosed like a trembling coward. "I don't know, son, I will look for her in the caves and then I will have no choice but to go out and find her." He hoped for both their sakes that the Nurse had made it inside the caves. Others came, Frost Fyre he recognized and a grey mare who spoke directly to him, the Doctor had to really search through his memory to find his meeting with this mare. She was familiar and her name rang a bell. "I'm glad you felt me worth remembering" he responded dryly, committing her face to memory once again before he listened to Deimos, learning the demise of Illynx and the shade's lips turned grim. He'd never had much love for the GildedBlade, he hardly knew her at all when she rose to power which inspired him little to follow her, but she was still a horned kin. He then looked at Sacre expectantly. How much had he seen? |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
Use force at your own peril ;) please tag me!