Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
The bite of the wind tore at her coarse tresses as the savage moved slowly through the forest, satisfied with how the woods were returning to their former power. The memory of the fire was growing ever distant, and since the Earth God removed her bodily scars as well as the scars of the lands, everything would soon return to normal. That was something Korra appreciated. Autumn was here at last, leaves turning hastily orange and the temperatures finally settling on a more merciful level. Sturdy legs carried her surefootedly over the treacherous forest floor, never settling for the paths, always creating her own. It had been days since she had seen any of the other herdmembers, and it suited her fine. In these forests, she had the upper hand; should she want to find someone, she would.
Suddenly, a call pierced through the dull stillness of the forest. Small lobes perked attentively, recognizing the voice as that of her liege king, calling to gather the herd. Usually, she wouldn’t take much care of such calls, for mostly they meant introducing new members, which didn’t interest her in the slightest. But this time there was a certain urgency in the call, and it made the barbarian twitch uncomfortably. For a few moments, an internal fight ensued, but in the end she yielded. The shaggy creature hadn’t seen Mauja since returning with him from the Steppe, but she kept track of him as she did with the other members of the herd. Korra was confident the pale stag hadn’t discovered her little massacre on that bird who had recently intruded, but you could never be sure with him. Hopefully, that idiotic sorrel stallion had kept his jaws shut.
A harsh snort emitted her, reluctantly the savage started moving forward. Lengthening her stride, she dropped her nape to a horizontal level to keep her antlers from tangling in the overhanging branches. Smells of many different individuals filled her nostrils as she came closer, with every step the urge to turn around and leave grew stronger, but she clenched her teeth and walked on. Russet figure ceased movement at the very periphery of the clearing, barely distinguishing herself from the shadows that engulfed her. Brown eyes search out the frosty king, making sure to catch his eye, letting him know of her presence. Glance then sweeps past the other creatures, noticing that the other female warriors had gone and gotten themselves knocked up. A grimace of disgust passed over her unwelcoming façade, turning her attention back to Mauja to hear the purpose of the meeting. She would be one of the last to arrive and the first to leave.
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Lloyd stood on the edge of the great cliffs, enjoying the last of the suns warming rays as it sunk beneath the horizon. The mist had already rolled in right up to the cliffs, disguising the fall that lay beneath. He dreaded to think what would happen if a foolish foal ever misplaced a hoof here. Putting the thought out of his mind, he swayed gently in the breeze as it became stronger, ruffling his dark mane, and, with a last glance at the dying fire in the sky, he sleepily closed his eyes.
But of course, one can never be peaceful for too long in this land. With a jerk he awoke to the sound of the herds king's bellowing voice. There was to be a meeting. Lloyd rolled his eyes and looked around, he soon spotted his leader, and many other horses from the herd. The mist that had only just touched the rocky edge of the cliffs before he slept now covered his hooves, he appeared to be floating. With a sigh, he turned on the spot and trotted leisurely towards his herd.
Closest to the meeting spot but last to be there, typical, he thought as he reached the horses. His dark orbs glanced quickly at each member he then dipped his head politely. "I'm Lloyd for those of you who didn't know that" he coughed "Oh and er, sorry for being late" He stood next to a mare, who had a rather shiny and almost completely black coat, apart from the bolts of white in mane and tail, and on her hind quarters. She was small compared to him, but then so were most horses. He noticed every member of the herd was a unicorn, not a horse or thankfully a Pegasus in sight.
Lloyd looked back at the king Mauja, who's spotted white coat looked almost orange in the dying light. He then waited patiently for the meeting to start, wondering what it could possibly be about.
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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08-23-2012, 09:25 AM
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THE POSTING ORDER IS A LIE.
Missing so far: Amarth, Ambrose, Gabor, Lúthien, Zar'roc.
Next round ends August 28th.
I'd also like to point out that this thread technically happens after the meeting, unless all participants agree to it taking place before. :]
.. and, there is no shame at all in not wanting a rank. You're more than welcome to just remain a "citizen" if you want to. <3
He called, and they came, one by one. Flame-colored Ricciardo, and cheeky d'Artagnan. Mauja favored his Doctor with a lopsided grin. "Good thing you weren't around," he laughed, trying to give his friend the customary shoulder-bump. The new mare, Faelene, and dark, beautiful Huyana with a white wolf with her, sweet, innocent Lena and Coris, with all his usual odd adornments. Leyra, looking less thin and haunted; he favored her with a smile, meeting her gaze for a moment in acknowledgment before moving on Ulrik and his mechanical wolf. Another smile, this one somewhat darker, was given, a slight nod at the talk of seasons. Alan, looking as if Mauja had dragged her through the bushes himself to wake her from sleep, and Descaro, stoic and vigilant; silently Kou crept up beside the doctor, before looking at him with her blue eyes. Distant hoofbeats grew louder and Monster came stumbling in, ending up on his nose in front of Mauja, and Snö crashing into his hind end. A fond laugh escaped the King and he reached down to give his pet a reassuring nuzzle, before doing the same to his daughter, who had moved into reach. Cineviam and Deimos, dark shadows, lurked, one silent, the other not; Seiren came in, fat with a child that certainly wasn't Mauja's. His eyes narrowed, before settling on Lotus, who snuggled up to the Engineer. That was his work, though, and he gave d'Artagnan a sidelong, innocent glance. Aurelius and Delinne, Korra (who kept about as far away as Deimos, he noted with amused interest), and last of all so far, Lloyd, the towering, black percheron. "Worry not, Lloyd," he reassured the faithful stallion before turning to address all of the herd. Most noticeable in their absence were Lúthien and Zar'roc. He hoped they would come.
"Welcome brothers and sisters; I have called this meeting for several reasons, and for all of you to know each other's faces is but one of them. There is a wolf-like thing by the name of Arathea who roams our lands. She wishes to help this forest, and in return for giving her safe conduct she will help defend the Edge from threats." His loud voice paused for a moment, allowing news of the Warden to sink in. He didn't mind if his herd bothered her with curios questions, but if they tried to harm her or run her out... well, now they knew that she was officially approved by Mauja and hopefully they wouldn't. "There are many ranks in this herd, and they gape empty. We need Emissaries, who will work on our foreign relations and visit other herdlands, and Phantasms, who will keep guard over our own. Three times now has the Throat attempted to steal from us - myself two times, neither successful, and once they managed to take my daughter. Those who do this have been operating behind Kri's back, but it's an annoyance to us all the same. We also need more trained warriors. If you desire any rank, or even a rank tailored to your own specific purpose, speak up now, but don't talk all at once or I won't hear what you say!" And then no one will get a rank, so please be disciplined.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
Snorting and wriggling his muzzle the Monster got up from the ground. He scratched his bruised nose against Snö’s shoulder and then turned his head to the other side and sneezed as the dirt in his nostrils tickled him.
He had little to contribute with to this meeting, but he could surely serve as a soldier if war came over them. And if not a good soldier - one more body to stand between invaders and the land. He didn’t think this himself, he didn’t think much at all he just situated himself beside Mauja, settling to listen to the words of the assembled herd. Words he didn’t really understand.
"Edge! Edge!" he murmured happily, mostly to himself.
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 Someone had been busy.. At least two pregnant mares came in, one she knew all too well, and one she didn't know at all. The first was Seiren, someone Alan had once called friend. Strange gray she had always been, with dark eyes, and Alan had liked her.. before everything had been turned upside down. She seemed grumpy this night, and the bay snorted, knowing the feeling all too well. The other pregnant mare snuggled up to Ulrik, but Mauja exchanged a very knowing look with d'Artagnan and Alan found her eyes narrowing. Was it the King's child growing in that womb? Oh dear, oh dear... Politics was not for her, and a strangled laugh escaped her when the black crazed stallion stumbled into a heap in front of the King, the little princess Snö running headfirst into his butt. Good thing she hadn't speared his ass on that frosty horn of hers.
But Mauja soon hushed them his smooth, strong voice, and Alan flicked her ears in his direction listening. d'Artagnan was very fond of the King she knew, and it had rubbed off a little on her. He was a charming, charismatic fellow alright, a warrior and not a pompous ass (or if he was, he hid it damn well). And the fact that he had managed to charm a wolf into working for them... Well, that was interesting. Alan's 'brows rose but she remained silent, eyes drifting to Descaro. He'd come with d'Artagnan from Isilme, and she liked him, too. Damn, when had she begun liking so many? Snorting to herself, Alan lowered her head to the ground. Emissaries, Phantasms, warriors... Ahh, there lay her calling. Alan had been taught the basics of fighting in her own homeland, but she'd often worked in the shadows. Her head tilted; well, what to pick, then? Even though she had raised warriors for her poor dead Nyra, she hadn't exactly been quiet or sneaky about it. No. Alan was a blunt creature, thriving on high pulse and being a reckless, insensitive jerk. "Warrior is the path for me," she spoke into the silence. Then, her amber eyes fell onto the mare by her side, the red-maned one, wondering if she was a warrior too. Alan found herself hoping she was.
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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
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08-24-2012, 12:36 PM
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There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
They whispered, murmured into the cool breeze, along the softening tide, across the scarred cliff and the rugged, plains. They were magnificent, all of them, touched by strength, love, sacrifice and devotion, either listlessly gravitating towards the pull of their sovereign or maneuvering in a persevering trance, constant, devout, brandishing loyalty that clung to their hearts or had just become polished in their recent acceptance. She watched faces of those known and those unfamiliar, traced her warm gaze to the staunch hues, listened with a courteous swing of her head, placed their names somewhere in the depths of her mind, where she’d stored courtesies never taught to her youthful frame. Silvern, spotted, ebony, sienna, ivory, monstrous, cataclysmic, young, ashen, they all flowed with different patterns and fortitudes, and she thought they must be quite a sight, laden within the glory of the moon and sun, defined by horns upon tiaras and crowns, but established by so many other things that the world could not signify, place, or specify. Touched by the ethereal, otherworldly: hauntingly beautiful in the evocative puncture of their words, movements and emotions. Power and grace, fostered into a union of swords and shields, breathing as one for this single venture, this momentary call by their monarch. She could have spent the day gazing at them, dazed, bewildered by their brilliance, their strength, their rigid prowess that she couldn’t ever hope to possess – but she can’t. Instead, she attended to Mauja’s speech, concentrating on the words and phrases slipping by.
She wondered briefly if the wolf-creature is the same one they had met at the Steppe, friendly, eager to please, but driven away by the protectiveness of the King – had he changed his opinion of her so quickly? Then, he spoke of ranks, positions and levels that sharpened the numerous, ever-shifting, tides of the herd. The sylph found herself at odds, a small war crossing over her membrane. She’s always yearned to be useful, beneficial, an addition that meant something to someone. But did she wish to ask for a title? Had she earned the recognition to garner such a position? Had she gained enough mettle to acquire a title? Her head lowered in thought, brow furrowing in deep concentration, ideas pulling in multiple directions. Would she seem overzealous? Foolhardy? Too brazen, too bold, too impudent? Were there others that deserved it far more than her? Or if she didn’t speak up, could she potentially lose the ability to gain this valuable, productive sentiment forever?
Shortly thereafter, she ceased the muddled factions of her head. Strength, she reminded herself, strength, diligence and courage – if she couldn’t perform this task of speaking her proposition, perhaps she didn’t deserve the chance, the opportunity. Smiling, she raised her countenance, and with a sharp, clever stare, interlocked her gaze upon the sovereign’s. Her voice did not carry the same qualities she often embarked, dulcet and soft, but a silken weaving of ardor and fervor, drawn from the lengths of her finely sculpted tenacity and intrepid designs. "I would be interested in the rank of Emissary.” She could be the staunch diplomat, the shrewd consul, the sharp envoy, the crafty ambassador – but only if he believed it as well.
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08-24-2012, 01:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-24-2012, 03:22 PM by Delinne.)
The Friesian looked at the unicorns that'd joined after her. A brown little mare with deer antlers and a big black stallion, who apparently was named Lloyd. He was a lot bigger than her, and she looked upon him with the blue orbs she had for eyes. This was a stallion you didn't want as a foe. Dell turned her head to Mauja and listened to the words he spoke carefully.
"Welcome brothers and sisters; I have called this meeting for several reasons, and for all of you to know each other's faces is but one of them. There is a wolf-like thing by the name of Arathea who roams our lands. She wishes to help this forest, and in return for giving her safe conduct she will help defend the Edge from threats." Since Dell hadn't been in the Edge's herd for very long, she didn't know anything about the past. What threats?
Was anyone brave enough to stand up to the unicorns?
She snorted quietly and continued to listen. There was work for the unicorns available, and important jobs too. The black mare angled one ear to Mauja and tried to sort the jobs he named.
"...and Phantasms, who will keep guard over our own. Three times now has the Throat attempted to steal from us..."
Dell frozed. She could be a Phantasm and she would be honored if Mauja let her be.
When he had finished his speech, she lowered her head his way and waited until a few unicorns had spoken.
"My dear King...", she started. She raised her head a little bit, and looked him in the eyes. Then she continued;
"...I would love to serve as a Phantasm in this herd. I'm willing to protect our own and watch over each and every one of us - and if needed I will risk my life." She lowered her head once again, and bowed a bit to show him that she respected him. She didn't care what it looked like, but she respected him as her King and she was willing to do anything that could be useful in the herd.
She spoke only truth, and the reason why she included that she would risk her life is because she didn't have anything really to live for. No mate, no offspring, no family.
For short, nothing else to risk her life for.
Dell stood straight once again on her pillars, and looked at her dear King. Would he accept her offer as a Phantasm?
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Walk, walk, walk.
"Talk, talk, talk."
Think, think, think.
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The sky was painted orange and pink, stratus clouds hanging low across the horizon. But the fire in the sky would soon be extinguished and fade into a dazzling blend of cobalt and royal blue. Lloyd didn't let his gaze linger for too long though, as it diverted his attention from the meeting.
He smiled gratefully at his leader after being pardoned for his late arrival, then pricked forward his ears to listen to what Mauja had to say. The stallion flinched slightly when the king said they had a wolf in the herd lands, though assured that this one was friendly and harmless, he was still quite apprehensive about it.
The next thing Lloyd heard was the most interesting by far "...and Phantasms, who will keep guard over our own...We also need more trained warriors. If you desire any rank, or even a rank tailored to your own specific purpose, speak up now..." Having been taught to fight since he was younger, and because of his sheer size, he would be perfect for either of these roles. It was also great for gaining some recognition in the herd.
Lloyd hesitated at first, letting some of the other members ask before him, one of them, the black and white mare beside him, even bowed down to the king, showing him ultimate loyalty and respect. After her he finally stepped forward.
"I would be more than honored to take on the role of a Phantasm or a Warrior. I've been trained in combat my whole life, and I doubt any equine could get past me, especially with my size"
Frustratingly enough few responded with their names even after Coris' attempt to initiate the change. Not surprising that the stallion couldn't stir a revolution, he wasn't much on the side of public speaking and certainly had little passion for anything besides his craft. Maybe, just maybe everyone did already know each other.
Settling in, his annoyance content to linger in the tilt of his ears, Coris watched as everyone approached. The herd was rather large he realized, and very naked, which sent his 'brows angling down in disapproval. Mauja did not seem surprised with his crafthorseship, but for a place that knows of crafters they certainly don't utilize them.
One member in particular caught Coris' gaze. The maker that Mauja had spoken of on the beach, the one who made machines. Coris felt a quiver just looking at him, eyes inevitably drawn towards the wonderful wolf lingering at his side, all shiny metal and hissing pistons. Coris grinned, nearly giddy. He'd only caught a few glimpses of makers in his herd before - they were essentially celebrities and little more than a wailing fan girl Coris wanted to inch closer and closer to Ulrik, perhaps smell his mane...
Mauja's voice rang out and Coris flinched, as if caught doing something unsightly. He tilted his head at once towards the kings, ears rising to attention.
"I would only suit you best in a rank due of my trade. I notice many here are not...equipped."
Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235
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He could not mistake the scent of Lotus for any other, and he inhaled the intoxicating smell deeply. Bronze eyes flickered from irritation to euphoria for a brief moment before gripping his senses once more. The stallion then noticed that she was round with child, and he raised a brow curiously, smirking slightly as she brushed past him with purpose. In respect for her rather bloated state, and shifted to the side and allowed her to pass, wondering just what sort of monster was taking shape in that womb.
The one with antlers had an irritated and disgusted expression that nearly rivaled his own, and he snorted in amusement, nodding his head at her pointedly. She was a lone spirit, an individual with nothing to contribute to a large crowd, and he respected and understand that fact.
Some sort of wild, barely coherent stallion repeated "Edge" like a mad cheerleader hopped on hallucinogens, and he decided that he was rather fond of that misfit as well. This entire bunch of rather irritable misfits was glorious and entertaining. Mauja spoke to them and a few offered their efforts to be an emissary, phantasm and a warrior.
The talk of a wolf hybrid thing was concerning, and Ulrik paused thoughtfully. "I suppose having the wolf female around as a pet, perhaps a guard dog, would not be so terrible," he offered in his deep, guttural voice. It was obvious that he did not see her as a true individual, just like the hornless and the sky rats.
A grinning creature who was covered in leather stepped up to Ulrik's side, and the large stallion's ears tilted in his direction. Something about him rang mad too, and the machine maker assumed that his trade was working with leather. "You are a skinner, yes?" he asked, having had some small interactions with leather workers. His herd called them 'skinners' or 'skin rippers'. "Perhaps you and I can work on augmenting my creations. Skin is a useful tool."
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Some give their names, many more do not. I sigh, allowing my attention to drift over each individual with mild interest, more often displaying an inclination towards disdain then anything else. I feel the child shift within me, and in turn I shift my own weight. It nudges me, rearranging itself - I feel it place pressure against my bladder, but with a small grinding of my teeth I resist such grotesque urges, swallowing my discomfort. Pregnancy is beautiful.. Right?
Mauja returns my gaze, a warm sensation of satisfaction settles over me. I will ensure he is still under my spell for many months yet to come. A stallion comes near us, but he is not drawn to me, as most stallions usually are. I am disconcerted slightly, has this pregnancy squashed my magic so much that even a simpleton such as the King's great black pet does not feel pulled towards me? I suppose it is a good thing; I do not need the extra attention while my condition weighs me down so.
"As long as this thing knows better than to mistake Dirk for a snack, it can keep guard in the shadows." My tone is unfavoured to this idea of allowing another predator stalk our woods. She might know not to harm unicorns, but what of food for my beloved bonded? Dirk tilts his little head curiously, but remains silent atop his perch on my withers. "My name is Lotus." I say for the sake of the gathering, allowing my name to be known amongst my herd mates.
Suddenly, a feeling overcomes me. Though labour has not begun, I feel the life within me grow restless. It is coming… soon. Very soon. I snort softly, taking advantage the momentary silence to speak once more. "I wish to step down from my position of Warrior. I serve the Edge better through the strength of my blood." It was a difficult decision for me, but with my recent epiphany of ensuring I had dominance over most males here.. I did not see myself fighting any wars in the near future.
Weight shifts again, the leonine length of my tail sways. As soon as I am given leave, I shall seek out a dark, wooded nook of our home, and present the King with a new warrior to stand in my stead, for the future.
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It did not take long for the gathering to multiply, and she was trying to see face after face to place them to her memories. Some were easier than others. The leather working Coris, and the first two mares one of silvery pelt with a wolf cub on her back, and dark bay with an unmistakable smile. They appeared as friend, and she tried not to let her eyes linger to long upon them. Which wasn't too hard as more unicorns answered the King's call. The spotted mare she recalled, while the black stallion with golden markings was not in her memory, yet would now bound to be by both his outward appearance and machine. Another more red hued mare, who reminded her of a soldier was next. She was pleasantly surprised to see Descaro, but only offered a soft look as he came to stand amongst them.
Eye flickered to a white mare who took place amongst them. It was black stallion, and the young ivory girl behind him that caught her attention. The poor brute fell, and was quickly aided by his friend. When she thought this was the numbers, she was wrong. More intimidating males made their presence, and her ears would drift to catch names when they were spoken.Two mares next, both heavy with child her dark,silvery eyes would look upon, before seeing the horned Aurelius. There would be one more familiar to her mind, but two she did not.
Then the meeting was called to order, and her attention rested on the King. Outside her dark mask remained nothing, but composed as he addressed the issues. A creature similar to a wolf was going to help guard their home. A little strange, but she saw no harm in it. She may keep an eye out for this Arathea, and she cast her muzzle around if to see if anyone would disagree. Seemed to be none at this time. The mention of ranks she had to think upon, and waited her turn while others spoke up. (Ones she assumed did not have a rank like herself) The question was what would be best for the herd? Was she up to the task of warrior? Looking around there looked to be some who could help her sharpen her skills.
Waiting for silent moment, when it came she took her turn. "I'm Faelene," she would offer to those who did not know her, "and I would like to be added to list of Phantasms."
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08-26-2012, 03:20 PM
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"I don't hate the darkness. It was in the darkness.. That I was raised."
The Doctor watched with interest as each appeared, some he knew others he didn't, returning Mauja's friendly bump as he did so. The first was a pretty mare with vibrant red mane with a branch for a horn. d'Artagnan silently nodded his head as she spoke and watched the others trail in. Another mare rolled in, blue in colour, with a wolf cub for companionship. He watched her with slight curiosity until moving his gaze onwards the yet another mare. We seem to be attracting a lot of mares he gave the frosty King a side glance before turning back to the women and Ricciardo. He seemed to recognize the bay femme having been apart of the retrieval party to save Sno. Leather entered his nostrils and d'Artagnan wrinkled his nose as a scruffy looking stallion wondered into the meeting with falcon. Introducing himself as Coris, his gruff voice proclaimed very quickly he was here for business. d'Artagnan nodded his head in approval.
More were streaming in now and d'Artagnan managed each a glance; a spotted mare, Ulrik and his contraption, Alan to which d'Artagnan nickered a low greeting and Descaro soon after. His Nurse appeared after the bulky warrior, glancing at her with a familiar greeting as she came over to him. The King's pet and the carefree Sno were next. The others that followed on the Doctor nodded to if he recognized them and noted those he didn't and their names (if offered). d'Artagnan also recognized his sister waddle in, unsurprised at her pregnancy as he'd been silently predicted that for a while. No doubt the father would be incapacitated somewhere. Shady bitch. He thought silently. Catching the King's glance d'Artagnan narrowed his eyes and looked over towards a fatter looking Lotus who sidled up to Ulrik. His face contorted into one of amusement and knowing as he returned Mauja's glance, "it was a good night then" he chuckled under his breath.
The last of them came and soon each began to voice the ranks in which they wished to be in now they were part of the Edge. After the femme with red mane, Faelene, finished d'Artagnan cleared his voice and used the gap in talking to make himself heard. "A pleasure, fellow kin. I'm d'Artagnan, appointed Doctor to the Edge. I have a range of... hmmm... Skills. Should you ever need me, just call." He amplified his gruff vocals to reach the ears of those furthest away, his red face was stern but edges of his maw threatened to break into a smile. A mad mans smile.
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my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
Use force at your own peril ;) please tag me!
Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
The savage was not the last, but it was close enough. After her, a stallion trotted in, one that was unfamiliar to her. He introduced himself as Lloyd; not that she really cared. As she stood in the shadows, the mist threatened to engulf her completely, and she would gladly let it. Maybe then, she could slip away unnoticed. Yet just as her thought of escape crossed her mind, Mauja began to speak. As far as getting acquainted with everyone, she would probably have to disappoint the pale stag; she wasn’t going to hang around and chit chat. Mauja should know, so hopefully there wouldn’t be any cross looks when she decided to leave. His bit of information about the wolf perked her interest; it could very well be the same wolfling as she had encountered in the Steppe. If so, she might pay this Arathea a visit; she seemed like she would be worth the effort.
Next came the question of ranks, and Korra would have to agree that their numbers of warriors and phantasms were disturbingly low. Even worse now, with two of them incapacitated, she thought, glaring at Seiren and Lotus. The news of other herds trying to steal her liege made the savage bare her teeth in a soundless growl. If she got her paws on them, they wouldn’t be able to walk away unharmed. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, teeth clenched together tightly. The first to speak up after Mauja was a bay mare that Korra knew not, proclaiming that she wanted position of warrior. Brown eyes squinted slightly, taking a closer look and deeming the mare a sound addition to their shrinking army. Hopefully a soldier and not just an airhead with a knack for showing off. Lena spoke next, and Korra nodded to herself in approval; emissary would be the right choice for the cheerful mare, who would easily be able to gather intelligence without looking like a threat.
The black Friesian with the lightning marks spoke next, wanting to be a phantasm. Korra knew her not, so she would leave the judgment of that completely up to her king. The stallion called Lloyd asked to be either warrior or phantasm, and Korra hoped it would be the former; they were in serious lack of blunt muscle force. Coris and Ulrik exchanged words next, that she had no interest in, so her eye drifted to Lotus standing next to the black mechanic. Just then, the pregnant mare spoke, and Korra became thoroughly sour at her words. Stepping down from being a warrior? Serving with the strength of her blood? The only good her blood would be was if it was spilled on the dirt before her. The garron spat at the ground and raised her rasping voice, words spiteful and full of contempt. “Whelping. What a noble purpose, I’m sure it’ll do a lot of good,” she spoke in her hoarse voice, not giving a shit if she stepped on some toes.
Not deeming Lotus worthy of another look, she let her eyes drift back to Mauja. More spoke, words that didn’t matter much to her. She was content with being where she was, not striving to achieve high ranks but striving to protect her home. Should Mauja want to name a champion, she would be up for it, but she wanted him to make the decision by himself. She figured she would be eligible, with her fighting experience, but the pale king would know who he trusted.
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The Sandman.
The bellowing words of his bleached king rang out and pierced his lobes like a knife. They were informational clear. Like the proud stature, alabaster and charcoal's voice was proud and authoritative, giving reassurance to the flame-kissed brute that the words was true. Talk of a wolf-like female roaming their lands was not a comfort to him and he certainly did not want to come into contact with it. There's too many other creatures of the Edge I must get to know first. But then the pause was over, and it was the other subject that Mauja spoke about - ranks.
This was his chance! The talk of becoming an Emissarie was perfect for him. This meant he could escape the lands of the Edge and travel further out, inspecting the other herdlands with some sort of confidence that he wasn't going to get killed. At the words, Ricciardo picked up his flame crown, facing his sandy coloured orbs into his King's, waiting for a small hesitation from the other herd members that called out their verdicts and wishes on ranks. And then he spoke clearly and loud, perhaps with a tint of confidence that he knew this was his chance to go up in the ranks,
"Mauja, my King, I would like to open myself for a position in the Emissarie ranks, if you see this fitting for me." With his posture static, he waited patiently for the monochrome mammoth to focus his attention on his smaller stature.
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Lotus
The words of the warrior cut right to the heart of things. I felt myself stiffen, my gaze turning this antlered creature, a breath of air passing from my nostrils. Dirk, atop my withers, stands up, the hair on his back rising, his maw parted so that his teeth might be glimpsed. I step up to her, forcing myself into her field of view, standing nose to nose, horn to horn, should she wish to ignore me she would have to turn her entire façade away, even change her entire stance. But I suspected she was not a mare to stand down from a direct challenge.
"At least I am not afraid to embrace the tools gifted to me by my creators. You were born with a womb, were you not? I suppose you have never felt the embrace of a strong stallion about your hips, never carried a new life into this world. Someone must populate our lands with new blood, new warriors. How dare you suggest my task is less worthy than your own. You think just because my rank is shifted I would not fight given the opportunity? You place too much value in names, titles."
My voice was deadly serious, my eyes clutching onto her own with a cool resolve. Should her posture change I adjust my own so that we constantly stand face to face, I will not back down, even if I am vulnerable in my condition. She thinks me useless? I think her worthless. My voice lowers, so that only she might hear me speak now. I am angered by this wench, this miserable excuse for a mare. Even in my homeland, where we despised stallions, we knew the importance of strengthening, and continuing our bloodlines. What is the point of living if not to build a foundation for our future kin?
"I don't why I am wasting my breath on you. No stallion would ever find your worthy of carrying their child anyway. You shall never know the joy it is to feel wanted, to carry a life and watch it grow strong under your care. You are a miserable excuse for a mare."
I snort at the last word, a foreleg stomping definitively, my stance not changing. Leonine tail swishes, lashing at my sides, as if trying to expel the tension I feel around my swollen belly. I am in no condition to fight, and I do not intend on fighting this bitch right here, right now - but in the future, I would not back down. I take a small step back, my eyes never leaving her pathetic form, retreating to stand by Ulrik's side once more. I pray she has enough sense to see the truth I speak, though I'll admit my words were harsh at the end; and yet I did not regret them. It was not I who threw the first insult, after all.
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08-29-2012, 07:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2012, 09:27 AM by Mauja.)
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"Of course," he whispered to d'Artagnan. "It included me, after all."
He'd been a bit on edge about how they'd react to having a wolf guard their forest, but no one seemed openly hostile. Ulrik said something that went along the lines of what Mauja already thought - not quite equal, but useful beyond a doubt. And then Lotus spoke up about Dirk, and he felt like kicking himself. He'd not explicitly told it not to eat cats, but then again, did wolves usually eat cats? He wasn't sure, but made a mental note to seek Arathea out and let her know. And.. Dirk was usually around his bonded, so it shouldn't be a problem. "Of course," he told her, then listened as they all spoke up about ranks. Warriors, Emissaries, Phantasms.. and Coris. And then, as Lotus stepped down, Korra just had to pick on her, which the amazon did not take too kindly to. Mauja snorted, willing to let them have at it, but as Lotus moved back he intervened. "Enough," he said, authoritative but not angry. "You can fight it out later. Everyone, no matter if their main duty is to be a warrior or not, is encouraged to defend the herd from danger."
And then it was time to move on, not to let them linger on this. "Alright, move into the groups of ranks. Warriors, gather around Seiren. And yes, Korra and Deimos, both of you get here. Lloyd, I'd like you to join the ranks of Warriors, but if you'd like some shady missions on the side of that we can sort it out, too. Emissaries around Lena, and Phantasms gather around Faelene - the one with the red mane. Ulrik and Coris, I'll come around to you shortly. The rest of you, you're welcome to stay and chat or disperse as you will." With a last nudge at d'Artagnan and a longer look at Kou, he made his way into the fray, heading for the Warriors first.
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You're welcome to stay and RP in this thread or just pretend you get to know the herd members, and then disperse. Or something. But there's no required posting anymore. If you want a rank but didn't get the chance to speak up, you're welcome to join one of the individual meetings (I'll get around to posting them later).
- I'll be pretending that the groups formed up as ordered, and that Mauja goes around talking to them.
Also, a short blurb about Phantasms/Warriors: from an IC perspective, when a stealth is attempted, it's really a character/group of characters ambushing the target, and if blocked, the target manages to fight them off/someone comes to the rescue, and if they're not blocked they're dragged off. This is part of the reason why Mauja put Lloyd among the warriors. As a warrior he can still, from an IC point of view, be one of the ones who help fight off the ambushers when a stealth is blocked (this is never played out, just assumed), meaning he does a little bit of both tasks. :3
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
In presuming the wildling would not step down, Lotus was correct. Dead pools returned her stare, nothing short of contempt in their depths and she did not care to hide it. The little kitten upon the mare’s back was hardly noticed, if for nothing but an element of annoyance. Korra didn’t turn her head and didn’t alter her stance as the pregnant wench stepped up before her. Lotus was no threat to her, so naturally she didn’t feel alarmed. Mucles flexed visibly under her scarred hide, short lobes perked forward as the other speaks. When the voice of Lotus died out, Korra’s rasping one took over. “Afraid? I know not fear, ” she simply said, looking over to Mauja briefly. The pale king did not enjoy quarrels, she knew, but this wench who assumed so much needed to be put in her place.
“You like to hear yourself talking, it seems. Your words sound so certain, but they are hollow nonetheless. Never forget, wench – you know nothing about me. For the sake of your own health and for your future children, you best remember that,” the savage spat hoarsely, the most words that had come from her mouth in ages. She did not mention how ridiculous and meaningless the mention of fighting given the opportunity sounded in her ears. What good would a pregnant mare do in a fight, but for knocking over the enemy with her fat belly? Just then, the other stepped down and Mauja intervened, Korra watching Lotus in silence before joining the other warriors.
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