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Vadim Posts: 106
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 :: 5 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Vlasi :: Common Rougarou :: Water ali
#1

         VADIM         

twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me, you can't see a thing



He finds comfort in the room that is lit mostly by the glowing plant life that thrives under the ground, void of sunlight and fresh air. The greenish tint of the room reminds him of the lights that danced across the sky when he had spent his time living in the mountains on the outskirts of the basin. A faint semblance of home is all he needs. That and distance from anyone who might try to coerce him into a conversation that he was not interested in. Despite being underground he has gained weight. No longer does he look thin and frail as he had when he lived in the mountains and he has since lost the shaggy winter coat and beard that had kept him warm and insulated in the bitter cold. The abundance of food he has found in some of the underground caverns helped him to fill out his tall form, the outline of his spine and ribs are no longer visible and he is beginning to look the picture of a healthy stallion in the prime of his life. Some might even say that the mares would begin to fall all over themselves vying for his attention, but the stallion is not so vain that he would think so. In fact if any mare gave him the time of day he would be bewildered and wonder why.

Blunt teeth grab at the moss that covers the floor as he gorges himself because he is still in the mindset that if he doesn't eat now he won't eat later. He casually maneuvers around rocks that jut haphazardly from the ground, but there are some that he knocks his cloven hooves against as he walks. He only stops when his hoof knocks against a rock that doesn't feel like a rock. Vadim's ears tilt forward and his head shifts as his blue eyes search out the rock that is rolling gently across the moss covered floor. He chews the mouthful of moss and swallows it before stretching his neck out, nostrils flaring as he sniffs at it and finds that it doesn't smell like any rock he's ever smelled before. Its a scent he doesn't recognize, but there are a lot of scents he doesn't know.

The stallion steps forward again and taps the thing gently with his hoof. It rolls again and he raises his head, ears straining forward as he begins to realize that the 'rock' is shaped much like and egg, which he has seen plenty of eggs in his time traveling Helovia. Instinctively, the stallion looks around for whatever left the egg there, but the room is empty except for himself and the egg and he begins to wonder if it has been abandoned or if the mother is hiding. Rather than take the egg right away, Vadim, slips away into the darkness and waits for the mother to arrive, but after waiting for what felt like hours without anything showing up to claim it Vadim approaches it again.

His head tilts as he looks at it and he decides that it needs something soft to sit on so he begins to pull moss up from the floor and pile it up near a wall of the room. Mouthful after mouthful he piles up until he feels that the egg would be cushioned enough and then he goes back to the egg, nudges it with his muzzle and rolls it to the nest he has created. There he is sure it will be safe and warm until it hatches and can begin its life, whatever it is. His only desire is to see what is in the egg before it goes on about its life and he continues his own.

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"Talk."


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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#2

Justice without force is powerless
Force without justice is tyrannical.
- Blaise Pascal

She moved through the caves with a purposeful slowness, grazing on the tough weeds and mosses as she went. It was a rather tasteless bounty furthered by the lack of variety and length of time for which she'd been eating it. In other words, same shit different day for far too long. With the life of an outcast food had always been scarce, she was usually partially underweight, but it had always been varied.

Eating had become one of those tasks to merely fill her day with, more so than ever before. The end of the world was excruciatingly boring, particularly when limited to underground pathways, so she found herself trying to lengthen her meal periods to waste even more time, all the while waiting, waiting, waiting.

Where is Mesec?

She sighed audibly, her head lifting just in time to catch a flicker of movement to her side. It was the smallest of shadows that twitched from the glow of the mushrooms, but one that was a welcome respite to dull activities of chewing cardboard. As she chewed Ampere watched the pale stallion. He continued to move back and forth, either perpetrating a bizarre dance or gathering things and depositing them in once place. Horse watching had become one of the better activities here in the caves and this particular individual proved entertaining, if only because he was different. Most everyone else was sleeping, eating, drinking, sobbing, or fucking.

Intrigued Ampere set her eating path towards him and at a faster speed, trying to be nonchalant so as not to disrupt him and alter his behavior. Soon enough she was close enough to spy his collection, where upon she abruptly choked and coughed on her fodder. An egg! her mind gasped, her feathers instantly ruffling across her back. Surely seen by now and not intending to hide any further Ampere stepped into the mushrooms' glow, her features stern, if not sad.
"Where did you get this?" she demanded, hostility coloring her voice. She glanced at the doomed egg, her gaze forlorn.

He was but one stallion though, she could easily kick his ass and take the precious thing from him. To what end? she wondered, knowing nothing could be kept secret or hidden here when so many lived together, and she would not risk raising it outside the cave. Besides, she needed her strength for the wraiths. Fuck!

"Are you so greedy as to steal from a mother?!" her anger at this predicament was unleashed upon him, her gaze whipping through the dark like lightning cutting through a storm. She regarded him balefully, her teeth on edge. "With so little to go around you think you can properly care for this soul? We can't even protect ourselves! Look at what's happening to us!" She scoffed, but began to settle, her anger as quick to end as it is to start.

Her attention drifted back towards the unborn creature, her voice softening. "Poor thing," she whispered, "all cold and destined for slavery... what a miserable life." She sighed. "You have to keep it warm. A nest only holds it, your body heats it. Why do you think birds sit on their eggs? Certainly not because their asses are clean."


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Vadim Posts: 106
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 :: 5 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#3

         VADIM         

twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me, you can't see a thing



Vadim is as oblivious as ever and takes no notice of the mare that was witnessing what she considered to be some kind of bizarre dance. He is focused on creating a soft nesting place for the egg to rest while it awaits its mother's return. In his younger years he would have made off like a bandit with the egg, curious about what was inside to the point that he would have cracked it open to see. He is far from the colt that he had been and while he is still curious about what is inside of the egg he has the patience to wait and watch from afar to sate his curiosity. When he finally notices the mare she is spitting venom and his blue rimmed ears fall back against his head. She accuses him of being a thief and anger flashes in the depths of his blue eyes because he is no thief.

The stallion shakes his head then nods toward the middle of the cave where the egg had lay unattended. She spits more venom and Vadim snorts loudly, a hoof stamping into the ground to garner her attention and hopefully make her shut her mouth so he can explain. He nods to the egg again then turns and walks to where he had found it in the cave and he then proceeds to show her that he had been grazing when he found it. As he reaches the place that he found the egg he mimicks tapping the egg with his hoof as he had then snorts again, his head nodding to where the egg had been before he moves to the shadows where he had stood and watched for the mother to return and reclaim the egg. The only fault he has is his curiosity about what is inside.

For several seconds Vadim stays in the shadow then walks back to the mare whom he finds to be far too nosey for her own good. She shows pity for the egg and tells him that he needs to sit on it like the birds do. Vadim blinks then begins to draw on his magic to create a scene before them where he sits on the egg like she tells him to and it is crushed under his weight. As he stands back up and turns there is yolk on his hind end and as the vision fades Vadim frowns. He then turns a curious eye on Ampere for a suggestion about how he could keep the egg warm so it'll hatch because if he crushes it he will never know what is inside.


@[Ampere]

"Talk."


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Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years
Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath cailyn
#4

I know your wavering heart, intimately</style>


Since their short meeting, Vadim has been on the young lady's mind almost constantly, in varying degrees of attention. He had been the one to urge her to safety, and he found herself wondering if he had ever made it to the Sanctuary as well. If he had not, she feared for her heart, for losing the one possibility at a friend she'd ever had. Pathetic, truly, considering they had only met for a few brief moments. But she cannot mull over it today, for a loud and rather...well, Nayati is not one to judge, but the voice is simply obnoxious! It splits into her head like a horn and she winces, Rathunax giving an angry 'ryuu' as it resonates even stronger in his sharper senses. Free to fly, he takes to the narrow corridors of the Sanctuary, seeking out the cause of the commotion. He finds them soon enough, Nayati calmly trailing behind him, ruby eyes upon his similarly colored form, fearing for his new flight skills. It is only moments before the cavern is open to his pleasure, and he circles over the loud blueberry with a critical gaze. But weren't fruit devoid of speech? Whatever kind of blueberry this was, it seemed awfully moldy, with all that black. Nayati gave a soft giggle, seeing Ampere through his eyes, and chided him gently. That is no fruit, Rath, she laughed.

Only moments later, circling the room and still lending her his eyes, she spots Vadim. Her breath catches in her throat and a smile curls her lips, a spark in her crimson eyes as she hurries to follow after her beautiful dragon. "Vadim," she greets fondly, proffering her muzzle for a friendly touch if he is so inclined. Then she turns to face Ampere, a friendly smile on her lips, and gives a small bow, leg folding with ease beneath her tiny frame. Rathunax alights upon her shoulder and happily rubs his head against her hair, making her giggle and turn to press her cheek to his warm side, adjusting him so he would not fall despite the good hold of his claws in her mane.

"I am sure this yelling is not necessary, if only for me? Rathunax has far more sensitive ears, I'm afraid you rather upset him," she spoke softly, though her smile does not dim. It is not as if they knew she was about, nor that she had a dracon with a temper on her shoulder. "I'm Nayati, and as I mentioned, this is Rathunax!" The crimson dragon gave a soft 'ryuu' of greeting, though it was certainly not as friendly as it could have been. Nayati didn't bother to chide him a second time. Instead she moved back towards Vadim, moving to inspect the egg at his hooves.

"She is right, though, Vadim. It seems yet another egg has been abandoned by the Gods for the companionship of a mortal. You are blessed, Vadim. But take good care of it, yes? I have helped many others care for their eggs, so at least I can be of service." Unbothered by how it rendered her prostate she lay upon the cold floor, sweeping her never-ending tail around the orb within the cradle Vadim had built. Rathunax scampered down her back to curl up around it, one bloody wing resting above it, the natural fiery warmth of a dragon only helping to keep it warm. "Thank you, Rathunax," she said warmly, touched by his desire to help. Crown turned to Ampere, smile warm and welcoming.

"I can assure you, Vadim would never steal from a mother, miss. Sadly, the Gods seem to find it correct to leave helpless eggs for others to find, instead of directly summoning those lonely. But I certainly hope it will be no servant, I fear what Rathunax would do to you if it became one, Vadim," she laughed, pale ears twitching easily, sending the baubles tinkling as she giggled. Frowning in embarrassment she lowered her visage, face hot. "My apologies, it has been so long I've been without company, I'm afraid I've become a chatterbox!"

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Hope it's okay I intrude! I had Nayati muse <3


the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark, 
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose. 

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#5

Justice without force is powerless
Force without justice is tyrannical.
- Blaise Pascal

The stallion before her does not speak. It is a realization that dawns on her in-between his shuffling steps and tapping of hooves, an act she can only assume is his attempt at explanation. Her 'brow grows increasingly furrowed however, confusion growing in the lines of her face. She doesn't follow the difference of one shadowy corner to the other, but that anger that she'd seen in his eyes, that had said a lot. "He is not the first to be angry with the truth," Ampere thinks, ignorant to the reasoning within the mute stud.

She takes a guess though, based on her experiences with other abandoned eggs and greedy horses. "You found it here?" A gentle query, but her intent is not as so. Finders keepers losers weepers hardly applies to a mother's child.

Ampere is distracted from her attempts at deciphering the pale stallion's charades as a scene bursts into existence, startling Ampere briefly as her feathers fluffed against her sides. Soon enough she recognized the work of magic and its lack of harm though, growing instead intrigued by the cloned boy and egg laid before her. It seemed so real, yet shimmered with a certain light that suggested its illusionary construction. Ampere reached her nose out to touch it, but withdrew as fake-Vadim moved off the egg, his rump yellowed. Ampere's lips twisted into a smirk, a gentle laugh peeping past her lips while the illusion dispersed.

She turned, catching his eye as her humor faded. "You needn't sit on it," she detailed further, her voice kind, her desire to see the egg cared for real. "Just beside it, so that you will warm it. In it's nest it won't roll, so you needn't fear as long as you're mindful of your own hooves. Eggs are hardier than you think." Birds were certainly no lightweights after all, though considerably more so than a horse.

The moment of increasing peace was disrupted them by a mare that arrived, her voice meant to be gentle, but her presence imposing. Ampere's ears flicked back at the implication her yelling had upset the dragon any further than his life of slavery to the mare had done. She grit her teeth together though, her gaze drifting away from the girl - she did not want to start a fight, or so she kept trying to remind herself. "It will do no good, least of all with her," Ampere thinks, seeing as the girls seems especially attached to her dragon and in turn it is thus to her, its emotions tangled among hers.

What a sad and unfortunate existence.

It proves difficult to stay quiet for long however, as it not only seems to go against Ampere's nature, but Nayati, as she is called, has the gall to say the gods deliver them companions. Ampere scoffs aloud, her attention whipping around to the naive girl. "Is that what you think?" Ampere interrupts, her voice swollen with disbelief. "You think that gods deliver these poor creatures to you?" Normally Ampere would have laughed at this idea, but the girl believed it so strongly Ampere could only snort, her anger burning hot in her gut. "The gods do not pay such close attention. These eggs that Helovia has scattered around are products of misfortune, coveted by the greedy intentions of horses everywhere. Dead mothers, jealous fathers, hungry brothers, cruel sisters, violent predators... all of these are reasons an egg may wind up alone and vulnerable, all of which is the work of mortals."

Ampere shook her head, a sadness creeping into the place where her rage had nestled. They mixed together, at times causing her voice to rise while at others it fell, each only flashing across the electric plane of her eyes as her heart wept for the plight of the companions. "It matters not the intentions of your heart, just the act of bonding enslaves the creature that would otherwise have been able to live a free life, with its own kind. With horses they can never create their own family, never find their own love, their own adventure. They are bound to your soul and there remain for eternity or death, and I ask you, what kind of enjoyable life is that? How would you enjoy if you were forced to bond to someone else?" Ampere spat, disgusted all over again by the very process of bonding. "Face it, they are defenseless and in their moment of weakness they are preyed upon by the lonely hearts and power hungry. They are forced to be our companions and shoved into battles they've no hope of winning."


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