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| Stallion :: Equine :: 16.2 hh :: 5 years |
| Orinthia |
On orders of the gallant steed, Midas, the ivory warrior galloped from the peaceful pool to the enormity of the cavern. Horses were sheltered from the bestiality of the monsters outside, thankfully the gods had taken pity and shown them the tiny hole that served as a safe haven. The demons outside had taken people away that the ivory stallion had cherished, but now he could repay their consummation of darkness by leading an effort to capture wraiths and revert them to a state of normality.
Today had been a day where he had witnessed first hand the gentle blessing from the god of Earth. Granted upon the horses seeking safety, he created a pool of water for whomever drank from them would be cured from darkness. Met by Megaera and Midas, himself, Arrane was sent by the stallion to spread the word of their salvation. His mouth ajar, Arrane sent out a bellowing call to those who were their, regardless their herd.
"Apollo! Lakota! Everyone!", voice echoing throughout walls, Arrane hoped they would pay heed to what he had to announce. "I am sent by Midas, brethren! There is a salvation to the crisis of the wraiths! The god of Earth himself has blessed us with holy water that may cure wraiths from the darkness and put a halt to this madness", sending the word out Arrane halted. If the Foothill leaders showed up, he would privately discuss the rest of the matters with them. But he wanted to instill hope in the dreary horses trapped within these tunnels.
--Lakota --Apollo --Phaedra --Foothills horses --Anyone! ^^
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| Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Lakota
The Poisoner
Her name resounded through the caverns, and her head jerked up sharply, alarmed by the fact it directly followed Apollo's own title. She knew the voice that called for her, that seemed to call for all of them, even. Even if she had not, calling the two leaders was more than ample evidence that it was one of her flock. Spinning on heel she runs towards the voice, easily twisting around corners as she targets the echo, Ao running ahead of her on swift, silent paws to show she is on her way. The cadence of her hooves is like a rhythm of hope and fear in her heart, and as she spies Arrane's pale form she slows and turns to face him.
Before she has time to address him he is continuing on, and her heart stutters to a halt at what he reveals. The wraiths can be cured. At first she wants to snap at him, force him into submission for daring to speak such horrid lies, but then she recalls he was sent by Midas. Of course Midas would not thoughtlessly give false hope to the sunken-eyed despairing refugees, it was completely against his character. The Earth Lord...her skin trembled as she recalled all he had done for her. Giving her a home, the gift of healing, the title of ruler over the flock she once held safely in those green pastures. As much as she hated the Moon Bitch, she revered the Earth God.
"If this is true then we must find some sort of way to transport the water outside of these caves, or create groups to drag the wraiths inside to force them into the water. Crafters, please report to your leaders!" Sharply she turned to Arrane, and her eyes softened. He had done well. She knew him only in passing, but swore to herself she would remedy that. In such close proximity, she owed it to them to be at their sides whenever they needed her. "You have done well, Arrane." It is a heavy compliment, coming from the Poisoner's lips, but she is sincere, and the weight of her stunning violet eyes rests upon his form. He has given them hope. Has given her hope.
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| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 16.2 hh :: 5 years |
| Orinthia |
Only moments passed after his voice resonated throughout the cavern walls, until another graced him with their presence. Before him stood Lakota, a Foothill leader that earned utmost respect from Arrane. Her authority humbled most of the horses within the herd, and especially the calmed warrior. Dipping his dished cranium in tribute to her presence before him, his leader stood tall and proud, at first skeptically looking at the ivory stallion. Heart beating hard and fast, the stallion only contemplated minor ideas on what Lakota could be thinking. Arrane could only hope she would believe his words.
The Earth god had truly blessed them, and they should take advantage of the gift, cherish these holy waters. Hope was instilled within his snowy bodice, a smile planted upon his maw knowing the Foothill horses desire to return to grassy hills would be granted. It was the Earth god that he would return one day...one day to request one thing: A companion for amity, to speak to in moments of loneliness.
"Yes", murmuring in agreement, a kindred smile followed as he watched the regal mare addressing others with a confident voice. "Lakota, Midas awaits to speak with you and Apollo", it would be wise for the leaders to conference on the occurrence of the blessing. Peering her head in the stallion's direction, rigid pools softened slightly, speaking to him. Arrane, flustered within, bent his head once more in a formal bow. "Thank you", lightly speaking, he stood briefly, awaiting what Lakota would say, if she had anything more to command. A smile touched his maw and cyan orbs looked around at the other horses within the damp surroundings.
//aw that was crap. >.< So sorry ^^"
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