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every day the gods are flipping coins

When she had left, everything had happened so quickly. Even though she had disappeared in the dead of night, they had seen her. How could they not? Under the light of the full moon, her skin was lit like a beacon, and there were always eyes watching her. Children that thought she was mystical, and the elders that had thought she was someone else since birth- they were always watching her. For years she had suspected that they wanted something from her because of their stares. Stares that came from beady black eyes. Soon they were nothing more than eyes, always watching her and wanting to hear stories of her past. Her past that, she thought, never truly existed.

They had said that she had saved many, that she was a heroine and a healer, that she had guided them from danger and lead them to water when there was none to drink. Yet Liit remembered little of these things actually happening. In her memories, she saw another dual-horned woman, with dark skin and weary, old eyes that had done all these feats. Not her, that person could not have possibly been her. Yet when she had fled, they had followed her, watching her pale skin glitter through the darkness until she managed to outrun them. Liit had heard calls of her name in the middle of the night for many nights as she slowly slipped further and further, disappearing into the darkness and finding that one day the calls had just stopped.

Suddenly, in the silence, she realized that not only was she completely alone, but she was free. There was no one to stalk her and stuff strange stories into her head until they were true. She was alone, and she found a sort of peace in her solitude.

Eventually, she managed to wander far enough that the years had melted away and whatever memories she had had become a mix of what was and what wasn’t. She didn’t truly remember what she had done and what she had been told she had done, and instead she started living in the present. Presently, she found herself wandering amongst the trees, a great sloping hill to one side and more trees to the other. There was little more to hear save the soft trickling of a creek hidden somewhere under the greenery of the forest. Not even the birds sang and the air smelt of rainfall that fell a few hours before her arrival. They must have been hiding, or perhaps she was going deaf.

It did not matter to her where she was, so instead of wondering what had brought her here, she pushed forwards, her dark hooves cutting through the pieces of the forest that had fallen from the trees and the small plants that managed to grow here despite the lack of sunlight. Liit had decided it was best to find the creek that sung through the trees for her. Once she was there and she had drank her fill, perhaps she would decide how to proceed.

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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
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Thrums and hums of the compassionate flourished and finessed from the eaves and arches of her movements, of her purpose, of her passions. Ebullient and jovial, she drank from divine ambrosia and knelt into the christened boughs of the Threshold’s copse, captivated each time she sunk into its nestled arms. Every moment was savored for the distinct flavor of the unknown: who pressed into its locked pathways, eager and ready for the taste of another adventure? Who chased their dreams, aspirations, hopes and follies? Who embraced opportunity, derived from airy constellations and thrown from the heavens? Who wove the world with delight, who scattered the remnants of their past with tenacious grasps? What path did they cherish, search for: declarations of the unknown, affixed and riveted towards enigmatic quandaries, trails of light and gold, warrens, mazes, and tangible potency? And if she found these delicate creatures, with their newfound stories, adventures, tomes, legends, and vivid tapestries, would they be willing to join her sanguine smiles, her effervescent chords, her strong, valiant herd? Could they be cajoled, invited, bestowed with the layers of ice and snow, with the glacial fortifications and enduring spirits? As she drifted through the parlors, the corridors, the opened doors, Lena ruminated, figs of pixies and persimmons of fairies, speculated and cast her gaze towards the broadened world. So many steps had been taken here, the gallant, the supreme, the powerful, the delicate, the sublime; and she wanted to grant all of them the chance at reaching for the stars. The world beckoned in siren-wails, in beguiling, alluring trails, and she embarked on the ruins of their songs – stirring nightingale sonnets and finch lyrics beneath the rubble and ruin of the vast, widened terrain.

Scents of the unfamiliar basked and floated through her nares, and she chose one to follow, quickening steps of the elegant, of the finessed, of the regal until her eyes ghosted over the creature she sought, idle and ivory by the babbling creek. Tales untold and slinking, paradigms of the unknown, wandering, wayfaring nomads (and she remembered her own journey from Threshold to herd, another startled, serene figure captured and cast into obscure foundations, how time had riddled and rattled, changed and molded her into a new form) – she drew from one bough and into the open, grinning and amiable, an affable fey cast into the dewy realm. One lilting aria burst from her lips, poignant and gracious, generous and kindled with the soft, dulcet edges of a hopeful divination. “Hello! I’m Lena. Welcome to Helovia.” She paused, tracing carefully forward, hesitant to startle the stranger, gaze fixated upon her horns, her swords, her rapiers, hallmarks of her species (but always so different, so wonderful, so amazing, telling their own parables and allegories through the wind they’d cut and scraped), brewing one more poignant harmony, mellifluous bliss in the corridors of Romani apertures. “Who are you?”

Lena

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The verdant fields before her seemed to stretch for hours, but after a few hours and a slight rain fall, she had finally made her way to one of her favorite places, the Thresh. Here, she found the lost souls, aspired to bring them home, made need friends, new enemies, and starting new relationships to last for a long while. 


Dainty grey hooves lead the way, connected to long pillars that ripple with toned muscle, and move with grace. Then, her lean barrel, ribs nearly showing even though she is well fed. Lean muscled shoulders, strapped with a blanket of white, lobe pricked forward, dipped in ivory, as well as her maw. Nares flaring, she carefully makes her way through the dense forestation,  her head held high, every sense alert for any sudden movement. A few minutes pass, her long strides now focused upon a well tried path, which soon leads to a small trail of water. The air moistened,  tinging it with the fresh scent of cool, crisp water ways, urging her to reach to the liquids with her beautifully dished dome. So she does, parting her kissers slightly to let the cool substance flow into her mouth, and down her throat. Satisfied,  she lifts her head, the tip of her forelock re-emerging from the rippled silk, droplets falling with almost inaudible thumps to the leave laden earth. Maw chilled with the touch of the refreshing waters, she gives a small nicker of pleasure, before moving along on the shore at an ever slow walk. 


But her gait soon quickens, for up ahead, her sharply trained senses have detected a movement. Harks twitch as she pushes her self swiftly into a jog, dual colored orbs narrowed, focused on the area the movement had come from. After about ten strides, it comes into View. A porcelain doll. Not shattered by impurities,  made pure by the two crowns that grace her brow. Her pale bodice rests on the opposite side of the river, so Abishia makes the quick decision to try out her jumping skills. Over estimating, she lands several feet past the shore, her hooves colliding with soft soil in a low thump. As she shifts, glass feathers clang and clank, music to the lady's ears. 


She turns to the refined fae,  her kissers curled into a friendly and warm smile. A glint is set off of her glass horn as she dips her dome in a bow of respect to the newcomer, but is quick to regain her regal posture. Once she has straightened herself out, she Let's her smile grow wider as she speaks. "My lady, welcome to the region we call Helovia.  You are currently gracing the Threshold with you presence; the passageway into a variety of regions that make up Helovia.  " She swings her head, gesturing with her horn all around her, gesturing to the forests in which they stand."I am Abishia, Artisan of the Hidden Falls. It is a pleasure to meet you, miss.   "  She nods slightly, then allows a small giggle to bubble from her roany maw."If you are seeking a place to rest your head, to live, to be safe, I can offer you this miss. But first, let me inform you. There are four herds here, The Hidden Falls, the Aura Basin, the Dragons Throat, and the World's Edge. " She sighs slightly, but doesn't let her smile falter, inwardly, she hopes none of the Basiners come and steal her possible chances over recruitment."And those who wonder by themselves of course, the outcasts. If you would like, I can tell you more of the Falls, where I reign from, a beautiful region dotted with cascading waterfalls, patches of clover and green grass, and beautiful clearings full of wildlife. "  This lady would be a great addition to the family... She thinks, hoping that she can find a way to lead this pretty girl to her stunning home. 



@[Liit]
stunning table ((:
Whoops, sorry @[Lena] I typed this before you posted, I'll make sure I mention Lena in the next post I make (:




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every day the gods are flipping coins

Who was she? A collection of memories that had started to swarm together until they made no sense or a simple girl that had been wandering on her own for too long? For certain, she remembers that she had been little more than a child when she had been entrusted with some sort of spiritual duties, like she was a priestess and the people around her were her followers. It had been a farce and a little game that she had grown up with. She had worn the mask and followed through with the actions she had been taught, and the people had been happy.

With all of that swept behind her and little more than an old, bitter taste in her mouth, she had become more than willing to step forwards into the wilderness. The leaves in the trees seemed greener, and the air smelt sweeter, perhaps even the water tasted cleaner. For years she had enjoyed the wanderer’s life, and for years she had avoided herds that cut through the forests and the fields as though they were hungry beasts. Only recently had she started wandering closer, thinking that the world outside of her little coven of horses had changed so drastically that they would not judge her or try to impress upon her.

With these thoughts rummaging through her head, she continues onwards with light steps, finding the small creek quickly and stopping next to it. It was still a quiet little thing, and it continued to babble on without a care in the world, and for a moment or two, Liit does not feel too entirely alone. Before she has a chance to dip her head forwards and drink from the cool waters, there is a sound- the soft fluttering of feet on the twigs, branches and leaves that have spilt across the forest floor. Turning her head to one side, she sees the mare. For a moment, she stares and thinks to flee, having not been approached by another horse so personally for some time now. Yet, instead, she stands still and watches, her dark eyes dropping to the other horse’s feet and watching as she approaches quietly- gently.

She comes with a greeting, and Liit thinks to what her own voice once sounded like, so hopeful and young, but perhaps now it sounds old and tired. “Hello….” She answers almost hesitantly, before there is a loud thud and yet another has joined them, this time catching Liit off guard and causing her to jerk her body away from the sound, towards Lena for a moment before stepping quickly away from them. Listening to the violent hammering of her heart in her pale breast, she turns about to look at the second creature, thankful it is another woman and that they are friendly enough.

Exhaling softly, she lets her heart slow to a normal speed as she listens to the newcomer speak, her dark eyelids closing for a moment or two as she mentally calms herself. Liit thinks she is being foolish, that she is just overreacting. She also, mentally, reaffirms to herself that she has been alone for too long, and this is the reasoning behind her skittishness. “Sorry… I’ve been alone for a long time…” Her feather soft voice answers, once Abishia has finished speaking. Liit offers a smile to both mares, first to Lena then to Abishia before speaking up again. “My name is Liit-” She hestitates for a moment. Liit was still her name, right? “- This Helovia seems a good deal larger than I am used to.” Still smiling, she chuckles softly, mostly at herself, at the sentiment. For a majority of her life, her world had consisted of those that lived around her, and when she had disappeared into the trees she had no one but the birds and the bees that zipped around her head. It seemed as though her world was to grow quite a bit larger.

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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#5
The unknown stretched into arched corridors and hesitant gazes; the femme wouldn’t be the first, nor the last, to stare at the vast domain, wonder what crept and emboldened the hides of Helovian creatures. The realm could be an overwhelming bounty, and though laden with riches, with glories, with treasures beyond imagination, there was also treachery, gloom, and heartache nestled between the yards and loams of grandeur and opulence. It took careful outreaches, extended hands, invitations and bestowals of beneficence to guide newfound beasts towards lands; another altogether to provide them with courage, valor, and honor, or the experiences that fused and kindled them towards growth and salvation. What happened to this femme to grant the skittish qualities, the forlorn looks, the traces of uncertainty (and could they be assuaged, mended, stitched back together in droves, in plumes, in feathers of confidence)? A hesitant hello, a bramble of greetings, and the sylph smiled again; fostered good will and benevolence through the columns and pillars of ancient statues and figures, pondered and speculated how best to approach the situation of a shy, reserved being (to spring into her grounds with a fairy song, a trumpeting ditty, a polite strain and wax poetical lyrics over the scenery, the serenity, hope that she followed along with spirited acclaim?), when the rustling of undergrowth ceased the ruminations. Youth, glowing in all of its painted archetypes, raucously demanded a flourish, a finesse of juvenile charms, as Lena watched a stranger press through the thicket, launch over greenery, slide along trunks and boughs. She was an interesting venue of contradictions, delicacy in glassy conjectures and convictions, then like sprigs and fountains of embers, rising from portals of buoyancy – putting even the nymph’s ebullience and jovial to docility.

But she, this Abishia, was well versed in Helovia’s lands, and the fey listened to her stanzas, the descriptions of harems and terrains (how many she’d been to, crossed over for battles, for violence, or for the sprite dabblings of procuring alliances and allegiances, like another world, another time, another place). Perhaps an intense, immense amount of information to calculate and explore, but at the very least, the pale femme seemed subject to the details and particulars, notes of sadness scrambling over the plain. I’ve been alone for a long time, and the nymph knew well of the world of wayfaring wanderers, strangled, suffocated, choked and nurtured by the strands and threads of paradise, swiftly changing each and every day – her grin grew, polished pleasantries and kindness towards a stranger no longer; Liit, destined to scrape into friends, companions, and brethren. The dulcet croons followed, silken and encouraging, strong and uplifting. “A pleasure, Liit and Abishia.” She paused, nodded towards both, gaze riveted back upon the delicate whims and foils of the snow-maiden, posturing her own enchantments. “Though massive, you can always explore at your own pace.” Tilting her head, exposing more niceties, more curiosities, more enigmas and quandaries, secrets buried in the runes and ruins of aurora features, she slipped further into the beauty and grandeur of her own land, offering, proffering, bestowing. “I come from the Aurora Basin – a world of mountains, lakes, and valleys. If you wished, the option to live within its realm is available to you.”


Lena

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She was quiet, skiddish, shy... Maybe the mosiac filly came off too friendly, too comfortable,  too talkative. But she seemed too... Innocent to become part of the Basin. This lady would do perfectly in her home of the Falls. This girl seemed quite nice, and she had potential to become something that would be of aide to her herd... Not a bloodthirsty racist, not a being who would seek to kill, find the hornless, the winged, and destroy them, one by one. Even though Abishia adored the Basin, the pure Unicorns that roamed that area, there was a downside to the herd, and only those meant, born to be that cruel, should be apart of that blood-seeking family. 


Of course, the other with them, the horned, the one with smooth phrases and calming words. Her voice as soft as the down of a birds wings... The down of a peagusi's wing. And Yes... Helovia was a big place. A big enough place for this Lena to be recruiting some other Unicorn, one that is actually fit for the Basin. Not this Liit,  this quiet lady. Abishia tried to ignore the fact that this horned mare just offered a place for Liit among their ranks. The filly just smiled and nodded towards Lena, then turned to Liit.  "And I offer you a place with my family in the Falls,  where we accept those of all species. " She looked over to Lena, still smiling, but the determination obviously glowing in her gaze. "In the Falls, you would be welcomed with open arms, into our family, our herd, and taken under our wing of protection." She gave a nod, then stepped back slightly. Looked to Lena, then to Liit, kindred vocals met with warm smile."But do not feel pressured, Liit.  "



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every day the gods are flipping coins

For so long she had wandered, sometimes going days without food, water, or sleep because the wilds in which she found herself were unsafe and feral. The lands she had wandered through twisted and turns with volition and without direction. Spits of earth jutted out into the sea where she found her dead-end, deciding it was best to keep her flesh dry and out of the deeps. There were mountains that stuck up into the sky that, while she clung to their sides, could easily become too perilous to travel, had become giants that lay in her path.

For all that time, she had never really wondered what it was like to have a home again, for hers was so broken and twisted, she only imagined that all the other hovels, huts, and houses that the others called home were just the same.

Over the soft babbling of the creek, the two women speak, one with a soft, soothing tone that drags Liit’s ears towards her, the other more robust, more alive and outgoing with her words. They are both so welcoming and kind with their words; despite their differing demeanours. There is a small part of Liit that tells her to run and disappear, knowing full well of the women’s expectations, yet she is so tired and so wanting a place to rest without fear of being devoured in her sleep, that she carefully weighs their words. They seem to offer the same things; a home, a family, and the chance to wander if she likes.

Perhaps it is the offer of being able to explore as she pleases that draws her in, and she does turn her dark eyes towards Lena at that speculation, a look of consideration shining in her eyes as she looks on before Abishia speaks once more. To Liit, it seems strange that the mention of “all species” should come up, and she wonders if there is something sinister, something dark that lies between the horned, winged, and unadorned- but how little dear Liit knows of this new place. “I think, perhaps, I will go to this Basin.” She answers softly, apologetically.

Twisting her pale hips towards Lena’s direction, she faces Abishia with a soft, rather forlorn looking smile and dips her head a little bit. “I wonder if we could, perhaps, meet again?” Liit pushes forwards gently, unaware of what sort of a fate awaited her tucked away in the Aurora Basin. Yet, there was something that sounded so serene and lovely about the place, perhaps she would find later that her decision was correct. Still, perhaps if she had chosen wrongfully, she could do what she simply excelled in, and run away.


@[Lena]
Holy crap, I had such a hard time deciding. I think it'd be cool if Liit and Abishia met up sometime in the future once Liit sees what's going on in the Basin- but seriously guys, you made this so hard D: lol

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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#8
Acceptance, pivotal and warm, followed the brambles and raptures of mysteries, the unknown. Homes were meant for security, for sanctuary, for refuge – the wild hosted its own parties and soirees, and though Lena had been amongst their crowd through varying stages of her life (what is a child beneath the boughs but a wandering creature seeking salvation – or the blank canvas of their lives, frozen upon the Steppe, embittered and desolate), she would always prefer to larger sway of comrades, of fellow patriots, of brethren nestled together. Dangers were untold and unspoken in the vast lands, sneaking, claiming, slithering, crawling, until they possessed and seized; but for each venue of chaos, she’d always found her roots, her haven, through the pinnacles, through the valleys, through the avenues of frost and rime. They took care of one another, fended for each other, fought off monsters and apathy, fed perseverance and renewal along each coming season, danced beneath spring vestiges and summer sonnets, autumn alms and winter insurrection. Perhaps Liit only sought the comfort of others, dragged and drenched from memories of old, from a past that haunted, loomed, and soused, or merely wished to cherish a proffered gift; either way, the sylph smiled at her affirmation, at her pledge towards the mountains and its chiseled landscape. Soft, unwinding, like muted steps of the wind or breeze, the ivory femme slipped along the ambience of delicacy, and like a resolute nightingale, a valorous hawk, Lena promised to protect the airy sway of her listless companion. With her heartfelt grin, with her tender nuance, the nymph’s motions began to stir again, willowy conjectures of the peaks, of the summits they were destined to reign beneath, assurance, grandeur, forged from a long line of whims, jubilance, and benevolence. Earthly boundaries, coiled and rippled amidst her mellifluous vocals, singsong praise and honeysuckle indulgences, curling towards a scored, etched trail beyond the scenery. “Follow me!” She paused, suitably, a roguish wink played across her right eye, extended towards the shy, reserved creature, while all of Lena’s qualms floated and pieced away. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

[I’ll make a welcoming board for Liit later on today and tag you. ^___^]

Lena

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Defeat cloaked her, soaking through her limbs and effecting her thoughts. The words she dreaded to hear from the mare that knew so little about those who roam those lands. Why must a lady so pure, so shy, so quiet, chose a herd that is absolutely not fit for her. The lady, dear Liit,  will have her thoughts poisoned. She won't be the same next time they meet. But Abishia's smile didn't fade, her expression unchanging. She simply turned her head to Lena, dipping her dome. "A fine addition to your crowned family, Lena. Illynx will be pleased. " She smiled wider, then turned to the fae, the newcomer with thoughts that were so easily shaped by the well chosen words of Lena. Glorifying ."And of course dear. I am only a call away, I wander often, so it is likely we will cross paths once again.  " 


She turned, with a nod, and began to walk off. Maybe once she sees how the Basin works, I can retrieve her and bring her to a herd that actually suits her. Then, she parted her maw and called out to the pair,  "A pleasure to meet both of you. Lena, I hope we meet again. And Liit,  my best wishes for you. And welcome to Helovia.  " And with that, she took off, towards home, towards comfort. If only she could be making the journey with a new member to present to Midas and Seele.  




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Ahah,  no worries. We can have them meet up again sometime soon!








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