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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
05-01-2014, 08:41 PM (This post was last modified: 05-24-2014, 01:52 PM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.
"talk talk talk"
I roll my eyes. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Shilva is being a rebel. Should I call her out? I say no to myself, but something tells me I should just yell at her to shut up. She hisses every two seconds and stares at me with her black eyes. How creepy is that? I won't be able to keep her if she keeps testing me like this... I just won't have it. So, as a warning, I bare my teeth at her and give her a cold look, but it doesn't help. Even when she is on the ground and I tower over her, she somehow manages to feel enough confidence to let out a loud hiss and hold it out for what I believe is a long time. I pin my ears back and part my lips, taking in a big breath and preparing to lecture her about manners. "Manners, manners, young snake! You are the size of a pencil and I'm not afraid to fly away and leave you right now. You should be nicer to me, considering I take care of you, Shilva. Have you ever heard the saying 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'?" I pause and stare down at her, she doesn't hiss or nod, or even shake her head-- so I assume that's a no and continue. "No, you haven't. Don't be sour to me, for I give you a home." I look straight ahead and ignore the snake now. Her hisses will not have an effect on me now, and I will ignore her until she learns her lesson and stops being a brat.
After taking care of that problem, I notice my surroundings. I am looking at a large waterfall. This is the most beautiful waterfall I have ever seen, but it strikes fear into me. My hydrophobia is better, but not gone. The blue hues turn white as they splash at the base of the large waterfall. A colorful rainbow forms over top of this majestic part of the waterfall. I halt, instantly captivated by it's beauty.
Beauty. What is it?
I am unable to see beauty. No one is pretty to me, no one is beautiful. I don't see beauty in myself, nor other horses. For me, beauty is only found in objects, backgrounds, things. I do not know the beauty of horses. Maybe I do not see beauty because that doesn't define a person. Beauty may be how good one looks, but that is not something one has control over. Beautiful horses are beautiful because of genetics, nothing else. Maybe there is beauty inside horses, but their is also nastiness. In every horse there has to be something bad. In Africa, I believe there is sorrow and worry. In Alysanne, I believe there is fear. In Kahlua, I believe their is also worry (maybe that is why her and Aly are such good friends?). In Mauja-- well, we all know Mauja has a shitload of problems. In Voodoo, there is the problem of a bad judgement, but that might be due to all his hormones.
No horse is perfect. No horse i beautiful. Every horse is flawed in some way.
Like me, I'm flawed in many ways, and I know it. I strive to perfect, but that is impossible. Do other horses think the same way I do? Am I just that crazy World's Edge mare? Do I have more problems than I realize?
Am I going insane like my grandparents did?
ooc:; anyone can join! Preferably not Rostislav, but horses that have met/know Rostislav! :3
His hooves, a little cracked around the edges, crunched the green and brown foliage beneath them. He had not yet explored the entirety of these lands yet and was slightly curious enough to do so, for now. His coat, lightly stained with browns, greens and yellows, and his mane, needing a bit of a brush, he was eager to clean himself. The faint noise of rushing water perked his interest and a clean, sweet aroma filled his nostrils. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he stepped his way towards the paradise.
The sun beat down through the leafy greens on the trees, his body a bit itchy from the dirt, he was eager to just jump right into the water. A voice, distant, but close enough to alert Fraub in his slight daze, was somewhere in the direction of his water source. His ears flicked forward and sideways, his steps slowed somewhat, slow enough to an almost halt. There was talking, but he could not make out what was being spoken, the voice sounded slightly aggravated but he wasn't certain.
The chatter ceased, and he could hear no more. 'Perhaps they left?' he contemplated to himself on whether or not he should just turn around and leave. Fraub grunted in dismay and rolled his eyes, trudging on anyway, his vanity was far more important than his safety, according to him. A figure he noticed, slightly off to his side, made him stop, he was a little startled but not frightened. A white coated mare it looked, with a set of brightly lit wings and a silvery white do.
Fraub did not say a word, and instead took his attention to the waterfall, spraying mist and sprinkling water droplets upon the foliage around him, including himself.
@[Aurelia] Hope you don't mind if Fraub jumps in ^.^
Her nares flared as she slowed to a walk, orbs glued to the ground below her as she skipped across the landscape effortlessly, now acutely aware of how much skill and focus it took to walk gracefully across this region. A light smile danced across her maw, velvetines soft and clean from the pure waters that run from the mountains. Ahead, her favored place: a large, mossy clearing surrounded by trees and such, a beautiful place to rest, to think.
But just as her tired clefts meet the soft Earth, her head is sent spinning, a voice ringing through the crisp air, echoing off the rocks that dot the soil. Her gaze sweeps around her surroundings; no one in sight. Her smile has faded by now, her nares now slowing to their regular pace. The sides of her barrel heaves as she pivots to the left, her harks flicking to pick up the voice. She has heard the soprano vocals before, but couldn't exactly place the voice to a face. Bunching her muscles, she sets her sights on a small area of grass just ahead, behind a few rocks that are rather large. With a clumsy leap, she lands in the dewy grass with a loud thump. With an irritated shake of her bodice, she walks around one of the trees that surround the clearing, slightly above it on a slope of rocky ground. The leaves part way to let her gaze upon a beautiful waterfall. A series of blue silks, like a colored sundae topped with a rainbow rather than a cherry. And there, a gathering has started. Well, a small one anyways.
They are both pale, one a mare. The one she recognized. The other an odd brute. Horned, quite messy with his hair tied all weird in some sort of - I don't even know what to call that dumb thing. I wonder if it light, hurts or something. He looks like a fucking dumb statue or something with those stupid gold things. She walks toward them with a smile, recalling the mare's stinging words in the Thresh. If the mare was so adamant about telling others about the crazies. A smirk graced her lips. "Greetings. I see you have graced us with your presence, despite the fact that you where so quick to insult this herd. " She then looks to the man, her smile softening. "And hello sir. I don't think we have met! I'm Abishia, Artisan here in the Falls."
Somewhere in the mixture of smells and noises around him was a second scent, tangled amongst the misty water and the white mare. His ears flicked to the source of faint beating hooves. He did not dare look over too quickly, afraid he would come off as jumpy or something dumb of that sort. His glassy yellow orbs gazed over towards the cool liquid, thrashing at the base of the falls and washing outwards in a mixture of blues, greens and whites.
A voice broke his momentary absence and he shifted himself towards the noise, another mare. A filly, taller than he, like everyone else it seemed. She looked quite slender and rather dainty, her coat white with splashes of brown all over, or was it brown with white? Who knew. Her tail, sporting a pretty feather and.. a transparent horn. Fraub squinted his eyes a little, leaning slightly closer, to him, it looked like it could be a piece of armor or something similar.
He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to reply to her greeting unfortunately, his voice now directed at something entirely different "tell me, what is that on your forehead?"
ooc; hope you don't mind if he points out her horn, I apologize if it was supposed to look super real (meaning nobody could tell the difference), I thought this could spark something interesting in the thread.
05-08-2014, 06:57 AM (This post was last modified: 05-08-2014, 07:06 AM by Delinne.)
Always heartache. Why did I always have to do the same stupid things that only caused me heartache? Mauja had always been a part of my story here in Helovia, but perhaps we were finally done with each other. I really, really hoped we were, because I didn't know how much more I could take before I committed suicide and left my children behind. I didn't want to leave them, but soon I might have to if this weird mental state I was in didn't get better. Dezba would of course always protect me and support me, but for how long would she take it? But that wasn't of importance right now. The important thing was the intruder. The uninvited pegasus who walked by our borders and the two ever-so-stupid herdmembers who greeted her like nothing.
"Greetings. I see you have graced us with your presence, despite the fact that you where so quick to insult this herd. And hello sir. I don't think we have met! I'm Abishia, Artisan here in the Falls." The stallion spoke as well, and I couldn't help but sigh and roll my blue eyes. When would these idiots learn? "Hey pegasus! Take one more step and I will end your life on the spot," I growled and fell into canter until I was up close to the pegasus. My jaguar ran to my side and quietly growled at the three. "Abishia. One thing you should learn is that trespassers must wait by the borders and not just stomp in - if they do, we are permitted to kill them by the Helovia Law." I talked loud and strong to the little filly as I glared at her, before my gaze wandered to the golden mare again. I merely glanced at the unicorn male. He would have to introduce himself later. I flicked my tail against my flank, irritated at the slight movement in my belly. Was I that far gone already?
Angered by both the stupidity of these herdmembers and the foal, I parted my lips again and pinned my ears against my neck. "I will escort you right out of here. Do not trespass here again or I won't be as easy on you."
Aurelia Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.
"talk talk talk"
"Greetings. I see you have graced us with your presence, despite the fact that you where so quick to insult this herd. " Her voice surprises me slightly, but I do not jump or shout. It surprising because I did not totally know she was in this herd. Nonetheless, she will not derive me from the task at hand.
Where the fuck is Rostislav?
"I don't like it here. My insult may have been unnecessary, but it's how I feel... I do not pretend to be something I am not, despite what the majority thinks." I pause for a moment, my ears sliding backwards. When I say this, I notice the awkward looking horse with the hair. Yes, the hair. What the hell even was that? He has two tails. A tail, and a tail as a mane. Does he actually like it like that? Maybe the stallion will like a mare that isn't afraid to curse, or get straight to the point. "I'm here to find the stallion that mounted me, conceived two foals, then left." I stare at her, almost daring her to attack me. I do not think she would, though. She doesn't stand out, she doesn't take risks, she doesn't have fun. Maybe if she let loose and did a crazy think once in a while, I would like her better, but for now... She was on my "Totally Lame Horses (AVOID AT ALL COSTS)" list. The title says it all... avoid.
Then the strange-haired stallion joins our conversation, which surprises me slightly. I thought he was uninterested in us and would stay over there eating grass, but I've been proven wrong. "tell me, what is that on your forehead?" I look at him, confused. Has he not seen a horn before? He clearly has one, but if he can have one why can't Abishia? For example, I do not go around asking pegasi what are those feathery things on their sides, do I? Perhaps he is new, and doesn't understand helovia (and it's voodoo magic.)
I stay quite as the white stallion speaks, but then another mare joins. Finally, a mare with some fire. "Hey pegasus! Take one more step and I will end your life on the spot," I do not smile, I am not surprised, and there is no terror in me. "I will escort you right out of here. Do not trespass here again or I won't be as easy on you." I shake my head side to side. "No." I look at her with honest eyes. "I'm here to find Rostislav, the father of my children." My voice is cool. I'm hoping she'll understand, for she looks heavy with child right now. Maybe she feels my pain? "If you can honestly tell me that he doesn't reside here, I will go to the other herds to search for him."
ooc:; if any of your characters know where rostislav is, please tell aurelia! ;-; or she may have to resort to other tactics to find him.
So this is what It's like to be apart of a herd, eh? You have one questioning you, one being an absolute bitch and thinking they are the leader of the herd, and another who doesn't belong sassing off.
Abishia rolled her eyes, being asked this question over and over again made her want to scream. She almost set her harks against her neck, but had to remind herself that She was in the company of a herdmate ( or so She thought, for he didn't smell of dessert, sea, or snow. ). Putting her focus back to the weird man with brackets on his tassels. "A glass horn sir, can't you see? " She then flicked her harks as the sound of hoofbeats came onto ear shot. Oh Gods, what now? immediately after the thought, a voice rang through the air that She knew too well. Delinne. Her harks pressed against the back of her dome, and She whipped her dome around to confront the lady that had brought her here to this herd, ruined whatever Aza and Abi had, and now was scolding her for something She never knew about; was never taught. Her teeth clenched as anger rose inside her. She whisked away the only one I loved. The only one I had, because of a simple mistake. She took away Azarel. Even though he may not feel for me the way I do him, it still hurts. She's evil. The thought nearly brought tears, but She forced herself to stay strong. She raised her dome, flexing her shoulder muscles and looking down her nose at the shorter mare. Her gaze then bore into the jaguar by her side. Dezba. I once respected that cat. But She is just as bad as Delinne.
"Oh really? Know something that I've never been taught? What do you think I am, some kind of super horse?" She bared her teeth, frustrated with the mare She had once thought of as her friend. The bitch obviously has not idea how to be a friend. Her gaze washed over the dark mare. Her sides were swollen. Another babe? You have to be kidding me. Does She just slut around for a living? God's, what has this world come to? Her stare is obvious, as well as the disgust in her pools as She switches her stare back to the lady's face "Keep in mind I have been and Outcast since only a few moon's ago. I have no idea how herds work ." She then glanced to the brute, then to Aurelia. As She looked upon the golden sheen coat, then to her wings, She snorted, disgusted with this mare also. "But at least I've earned one thing out of this unnecessary rudeness. " Her harks eased back into their erect position as Aurelia began to speak, Abishia's blue and brown gaze burning holes into her coat. Her words where pathetic. Especially her second phrase: "I'm here to find the stallion that mounted me, conceived two foals, then left.". Abishia let out a mocking laugh, then pinned her ears with a menacing smirk. "That's your own problem, dear. " Her orbs flashed, rage suddenly running through her and making her thoughts scramble and heart pound. An unbelievable hate rose in her belly, and She lurched forward, teeth bared the golden and white mare. Say no one more time, and I swear I will eat her heart. She breathed deeply, than spoke with a low tone through clenched teeth. "Leave. Or I will rip those fucking wings right of your sides. No one cares about your love life. Maybe this Rostilav will teach you to not whore around, huh? You heard Delinne. Leave, bitch. I'm not afraid to rip you to shreds. " She took another step, shaky with anger. Bending her neck, She shot her dome downward, aiming a small nip at Aurelia's wither.
@[Aurelia] @[Delinne] @[Fraub]
- and abishia is suddenly a raging bitch.
Sorry. -.
His ears flicked to the side as another body had graced their presence, his gaze shifted slightly over to the newcomer and he eyed her curiously up and down. She was as black as the night with the exception of purple shimmers when she stepped into the light. Silvery stripes slithered down certain areas of her bodice, her horn twisted with white and black. She looked a little heavier set than he, which made her seem quite aggressive in his opinion as she rumbled up to the small gathering.
Her voice had a growlish tone as she barked at the silver winged mare, it surprised him a bit. His lips curled downwards into a prominent frown, the atmosphere had become extremely hostile. The black mare made it clear that the pegasus was an intruder, and she seemed quite angry at that, indeed. Fraub perked his ears in some surprise. Well, she wasn't doing anything but he supposed it was wrong to go prancing into another land without permission. The black mare's barks directed towards the painted mare, a slight scold it seemed for letting someone get past the border. Fraub's ears flicked back and lay against his head, "How in the heavens is someone supposed to know these things if they have never been told" he scoffed.
The pegasus spoke about things he did not have any business in which he ignored out of respect. She was looking for a stallion, a stallion that impregnated her, which Fraub totally understood if she wanted to find him. He didn't quite understand why everyone was acting like sticks were jammed up their butts but he supposed it could be about past issues he did not know of. "If I knew the whereabouts of this Rostislav I would let you know, dear. But it seems you've gotten these two in knots of anger and it be best you just leave."
Fraub looked over towards the painted mare, who seemed to be stabbing him with her hostility over the horn question. "Just wondering if it was real, sheesh. I guess you can't blame someone for trying to be fabulous..." he paused "even if she wasn't before" Fraub murmured and turned away.
"talking" 'thoughts'
words 367 tags @[Abishia] @[Delinne] @[Aurelia] ooc figured Fraub wouldn't know of any herd rules considering he is very new still, plus nobody told him. :3
"No. I'm here to find Rostislav, the father of my children. If you can honestly tell me that he doesn't reside here, I will go to the other herds to search for him." Ex-fucking-cuse me? "Listen to me, goldass. Yes, Rostislav lives here. Call for him and I fucking bet you that he will show up. I don't care if he's the father of your children - fathers... They cannot be trusted. Now disappear and if you're in luck, you will find him outside of our borders." I turned my gaze to Abishia again, glaring at her through darkened eyes. "Oh really? Know something that I've never been taught? What do you think I am, some kind of super horse?" "You listen to me, little girl. I just taught you so that you will treat trespassers correctly, so don't you fucking dare talk back to me or I will make sure that Azarel never sees you again. He still likes you - talks about you everyday - but become my enemy and you'll never see him again. Understood?" I talked in a low voice to the filly, making sure she would never forget my words. My maw was directed towards the filly only, so the words were for her ears only and I made sure that I talked quietly enough for them to be just that.
I then watched the filly as she changed completely in half of a second and listened to her angered words. "Leave. Or I will rip those fucking wings right of your sides. No one cares about your love life. Maybe this Rostilav will teach you to not whore around, huh? You heard Delinne. Leave, bitch. I'm not afraid to rip you to shreds." A slight smile appeared on my lips. I was almost proud of the white-marked girl, as if she had been my own. Of course, if she had been mine, she wouldn't have been so rude.
My head was turned towards the stallion and I looked over him. He looked strange - like a foreigner - but who was I to judge? "How in the heavens is someone supposed to know these things if they have never been told" Okay, now I could judge. "You. What's your name, boy? Listen to me carefully because I literally just taught you what to do with trespassers even if the words were directed somewhere else. Thank me instead of scolding me." I snorted slightly and before anything, my gaze was directed to goldy ass again. "Leave now and I may even send Rostislav out to find you. Goodbye, sweetheart." I hissed, and Dezba took a proud step forward to the pegasus. She had been quiet all this time, but now she started to speak up a bit. 'Storm if not leaving?' 'Hit her the best you can, darling, but only if she refuses to leave. We don't want to be wrongly judged by the leaders.' 'Yes, Mother.'
Barbarous hymns, ruthless cries, jagged tongues and gnashing gums— demoniac, ire, merciless peril and blackmail, foreshadowing omens of cruor to be split as wine across fresh dew, sheeps and wolves and anarchy spread and weaved within cobblestone and rainwater, the roar of the falls and the saccharine, luscious emerald grass beneath dainty hooves, slipping, forming, observing as a wraith from the corridors and hallways, a shade, casting umber across the coppice grounds, poisonous violet and impassive lavender, a witch with bowerbird's spheres and a maiden's dome, ornate and dignified as she slithers from the crepuscule and wields the laborious sword of demise within her mind, of interlopers and thieves, sacrilegious actions and blasphemous lipped fillies, children with naught the taste of doom upon their tongues, but mere the craving ideals of hormonal babes. Had they come to pillage, to inflict lacerations, butchering and carnage, annihilation and despair? Had they sought companionship with aching souls, drunken minds, operating under the pretense of a oaf, with no revere for borderlines, drawn within the soil with marked scents, baptized in the odor of copper liquor, flesh and kind? She would drain the oxygen from their lungs— if it was deemed necessary, slay and entrap, bury the bodies within mounds and Labyrinths, and wipe the slate of their meager existence, for she had sworn a oath to guard and shield these lands, and it would rest upon a dying breath that she would abandon it in fright of imbeciles and halfwits, schlemiels with aureate flesh and ivory bone, a revelation that she has seen this girl before— a painted childe with a barbed, irrational tongue, a brute with his tail emerging from his neck. There is Leto, the Lightningborne and the daemon to which she has donned, as well, and she offers the waft of an nicker in greetings, before allowing the lyrics, the poems, the scythes and daggers to slide from her lungs, velvet, inexpressive and reticent. "Silence."
Fluid, effortless, the penetrating, knifelike strictness of her gaze settling upon each in turn, caustic and disapproving, disappointed and resolute, for juveniles and sucklings, unfledged and callow children shall be children, and it is not without a firm lashing of the tongue that they learn. One could tell a bairn to cease thought of touching the pyre, but until it finds a finger scorched, salt water trickling down their cheeks, they will not truly understand, nor learn what it means to be burnt, and why one should not endeavor into the actions. "You," the glass scythed is her first to speak to, glacial tones modulated, warmhearted, but taut. "What has this encroacher committed, what vile— event, that you would seek to flay her? Discipline yourself, my dear. You needn't have the scars of a soldier so soon." And then, to both the tail necked brother and the childe herself, she reaffirms. "Our law's dictate that a interloper, as such, must be escorted back to our borders if they have crossed them. To breach a herdland without invitation is a mighty dishonor, albeit it virtuous conquest in mind or no. What if this young lass had come with marring in mind? You would do well to defend our lands law next time such a event occurs, but you are forgiven for your lack of knowledge. There is no need for ill will between us. We are a family, might I remind you all."
With this, she glides her interest over to the gilded girl, the impassive, serene— yet detached, levelheaded stare never wavering. "Rostislav is kin of ours, indeed. If you would come with us to the borders, I would be pleased to discuss the matter further with you. You are fracturing a sacred decision among our land, even yet, as we stand. I am Circuta, Sleuth of the Falls, ranked beneath our Czarina, Seele the Necromancer." A relinquishing, dismissing glance is given towards the— ah, Artisans, was it not? "You may return to your duties. We will handle this from here."
Fatigued, the Nightingale allows a melodic, canorous sigh to twist from her alabaster lips, directing a final command to her friend, the Lightningborne. "Hush, Lieutenant. There is nothing for us to concern ourselves over here."
05-12-2014, 08:53 AM (This post was last modified: 05-14-2014, 02:14 AM by Eris_.)
Eris
Voices, floated over towards her. Some she did not know who they belonged to, others where the voices of her people. The 'mad'. The walk over to the group that had gathered was done with a lazy attitude, until finally coming to a stop just behind the group. Boredom niggled at her mind, tasks like chasing annoying rats away from the border was mostly beneath her. Yet it had to be done, The Empress did not notice Seele and Midas reducing themselves to this task. Blue orbs turned upon the one who clearly did not belong, her pale body marked in gold immediately caught her eye. A hiss coiled through her teeth, it promised death, it promised blood. Her lady in waiting stood before her as well, while she had informed the other to return to this juties, The Empress stood by, wondering if her own authority would be needed. She was the General. She was the Leader of The Asylum. "Yes." Her voice drawled out, the tones suggested boredom and displeasure. "Thank you all for dealing with the rodent." Not feeling the need to actually second the order to back off, all Eris did was simply wait for the others that stood around to move. Slowly blood dripped off of her coat. Her ankles, knees and maw were covered in it.
Finally she turned back to the intruder. "You." With a wicked smile the queen of nightmares giggled at the winged creature near her. "Time to...go." The Empress did not want to ask again, narrowing her eyes at the rodent, Eris waited. Would she fly off and leave her family in peace? Or would Eris find herself with a new toy? Perhaps Histe was hungry, sure they'd had a little spiff last time the two huntress ladies went head to head; but if the dark bitch of The Asylum saw this fresh meat. Why that might make an interesting show. Lifting her head to the sky The Empress crooned for the stripped, revenged and ruined from of the ghost. "Hickery Dickery dock," a smile blossomed over her permanently bloody lips. "Histe wanted a dog." Her eyes flickered to Circuta before continuing. "She found naught but one and she was dumb." The winged creature had proved that she had no smarts after all. "Hickery Dickery dock." Giggling, Eris dared the rodent to remain a second longer with her eyes.
I spy with my little eye;
Something beginning with 'E'.
[[OOC: As herds do have permission to use magic on intruders, if Aurelia stays for another posting round, Eris will not hold back. Nothing personal, that's just her character. ^-^]]
05-12-2014, 07:07 PM (This post was last modified: 05-12-2014, 07:09 PM by Ciceron.)
Lifting his head the scent of a foreigner filled his nostrils causing him to pick up his pace, no one was allowed to cross the border without permission or unless being accompanied by another member of the herd. The scent was feminine and smelled of salt and stone, whoever it was trespassing was from the Edge based on what little he knew of the area over that way. Kiara growled softly as she matched his pace eager to find out what all the fuss was about. She was still young but she had grown much since she was a hatchling, her fur still retained the longer fuzzy length but had evened out so it was a more uniform look upon her striped body. It was still a challenge to communicate with her clearly but they had been able to figure out things that worked well for each of them. The latest development in their bond had been the faintest ability to sense what the other was feeling from time to time. The first time had been while Kiara was hunting or at least making her best attempts to and there had been a flicker of great pleasure when she had finally succeeded in capturing the tiny mouse. It was a little disturbing to his herbivorous tendencies but he was happy for her none the less.
Silver eyes snapped immediately to the pale coloured mare that did not belong among the small group that had already formed nearby to intercept the mares arrival. Why couldn't everyone just obey the rules and wait at the border instead of just waltzing right in like the owned the place, geeze it would solve so many problems. Maybe the Edge's idea of building a wall had been a decent one after all to keep out the clueless morons who liked to press their luck on more than one occasion. He was really in no mood to deal with those who broke rules at the moment but forced himself to contain his annoyance knowing it was not always helpful.
"You are trespassing, I suggest you leave now before you cause any more trouble mare." He commented directly slowing a foot or two from where the mare stood attempting to block her path with his large frame. His tone was neutral but carried an edge to it as a subtle warning, he did not want any trouble but would not back away. His gaze wandered briefly to the others that also had their sights set on the pegasus, she would be stupid to not listen to what they instructed. His thoughts trailed briefly to Rostislav, where was he anyway he should be here he was the other legatus after all.
His eyes travelled to encompass Eris, who he had not met before yet knew her name thanks some of the others in the herd. A bemused smile touched his lips as she spoke, she sure knew how to get the point across as did Delinne. He would have to make a point of getting to know them later on but for now they had other issues to deal with. "Lets go now mare! You should not have crossed the border. I do know the stallion you seek but he is not here, I suggest you look elsewhere. Unless you want our friends to show you out instead." He commented referring to the feline companions who he was sure would be more than happy for a game of cat and mouse. Lowering his head slightly he turned his horn towards the mare motioning back to the border. As if to confirm his point Kiara stepped forward with a low growl her eyes focused on the pegasus, she always did have something she liked about feathers maybe she would get to chase some today.
Aurelia Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.
"talk talk talk"
Ho-ly Shit. One horse was nothing, two was something more, 3 was even more... but almost ten horses? Did Hidden Fall really need an entire army to escort out little me? Can they not see my young features, thin form, and protruding muscles? Twins were hard on my small frame. The babies drained everything I ate from me and took it for themselves. They made me crave odd things. They chose when we ate and when we didn't. Then, they were born. They started drinking my precious milk. The milk that required all the nutrients from my food.
As my thin frame stands, getting splashed with droplets of water, more and more horses decide to come. More and more horses repeat the same thing over and over and over again. This herd is similar to a broken record. All the record can say is "leave now", and maybe, "get out". I hear it from the fat black one with the white stripes. She's nicknamed Zebra right off the bat. This is to minimize confusion. I hear her, but do not answer anything she says. Right after she speaks to me, Abishia turns into bitch from hell. She threatens to kill me, but nothing I haven't heard before. Hairboy strongly suggests I leave. He is nice, but probably feeling inferior. I would if I were him. Two hormone-induced herdmates screaming at a pegasus. They could turn on him in a split second. Then it'd be herdmate against herdmate in an ultimate battle...ish.
"Rostislav is kin of ours, indeed. If you would come with us to the borders, I would be pleased to discuss the matter further with you." It is her. She is he shadow-colored women from the beach. The same one that was adoring my sun amulet. The same amulet that hangs loosely around my neck. "We've met before, Circuta. " My voice is cool and calm, despite the rather heated surroundings. "You were fascinated with my Sun Amulet. I can give it to you for knowledge of Rostislav." Though cold, my voice is firm. Today, I'm an strong, hard, bitch. No fucking flies are going to push me around. I don't listen to strangers, I listen to horses I've met before. Threats are empty to me. I'm sure this entire herd has learnt this.
After Circuta, this really ugly mare comes. She is the unpleasing combination of beige and red. She has freckles on her body, but they don't make her prettier. She tells me to leave now, too Then she starts ryhming, and I understand why the small herd within this herd is known as 'The Asylum'. All these horses are crazy ass fuckers.
After the ugly mare, Ciceron comes. I thought for a second he'd be better than everyone else, but he acts like he doesn't know me. It pisses me off. If one acts like they do not know me, they are not cool. They are annoying pieces of garbage. Ciceron is the Deep Forest. Ciceron and baby me. Ciceron now bossing me around. Am I just a useless hefer that is so easily herded away? "I FUCKING GET IT. Every single one of you has told me to basically get the hell out. I heard the first time when that mare told me. Then I heard again when Abishia told me. And guess what? I heard again when the boy with the hair told me! I heard Circuta, Mare with the Rhymes, and Ciceron!" My ears pin back as I speak. Each word laced diligently with annoyance. "You all threaten me now, but do you threaten phoenixes?"
With a rather large swoosh, my humongous wings re flicked open. Each feather begins to heat and then exude a hot flame. Suddenly, my entire body is home to some of the hottest fire. Anyone near me is probably being blasted with heat. Afterall, 800 degree flames do heat the surrounding area. Each droplet of water that splashes me from the waterfall hits me before my fire turns it into steam. Smoke and steam mixing? The air becomes thick with smoke. "Go on, touch my now!" I yell. I am annoying, aggregated, pissed off, but also lonely. Maybe I came to find Rostislav.
Maybe I miss him.
ooc:; O_O I thought i'd be able to sneak her in.... but no... Also, anyone that stands near her will be very hot. She's kind of like a giant bonfire. If you sit/stand too close, you start sweating and get hot. :D Also... -shiftyeyesaterisandherprobs-
Too much was happening. She was technically crawling under her skin. The gold on with the word hair began to speak. His words absorbed, becoming more enraged with every moment. The child took several steps backwards then faced the man, his words like stones, "Just wondering if it was real, sheesh. I guess you can't blame someone for trying to be fabulous..." She snorted, and bared her teeth, before turning to Delinne, her words struck fear into her heart. What if Aza really does still like me? She twitched. What have I become? Everything scrambled into one another, her heart began to pump. Her eyes grew wild, more kept coming. Too many, too many . Her gaze swept over Del, a small smile appearing on her maw. What the fuck is going on here? Now she's smiling at me. Wait what?! And the striped spoke again, her words now directed to the golden boy, not as harsh as they were when She had spoke to the child, But still with a tinge of displeasure.
Then another, then another. She flinched as a feminine voice reached her harks with authority. "Silence" Her harks pressed against her neck. Too much stress. Her next words, directed towards the painted fille only made the fire burn brighter. Rage. Rage. Rage. She flinched. The way She looked at her with such vile disappointment made the child want to flee, But no, She stood strong, her head held high and refused to give in to the pain of being looked at that way far too many times. "What has this encroacher committed, what vile— event, that you would seek to flay her? Discipline yourself, my dear. You needn't have the scars of a soldier so soon." The lean doll cleared her throat, met the mare's gaze with confidence. "I didn't know any better ma'am. I thought we were to rid of the pest that decided to trespass " She shot a disgusted looked over to the golden mare, her orbs filled with a blood-thristy Rage. Slowly, She looked back to the one with authority. "I didn't know better," She let her pools dance from horse to horse, then stop at Aurelia, her bared flaring. When She spoke again, She didn't take her eyes off her. "But now I do." Her kissers twitch as if She is going to speak again, But She snapshot her maw shut, turns and goes to stand about a horse length from Delinne, her stare never daring to leave the golden's bodice. What I would give to Rip that bitch to shreds. She sighs quietly, listening to the Slueth's words, directed towards Aurelia, But then back to Abishia, and the golden man. Duties? I haven't been given any! She glances to Delinne, then chirps softly. "I wish to stay and learn more of what to do in this situation, if you don't mind. " Her breath comes ragged But ever so slowly She calms herself. A voice surfaces in her thoughts. Not her own. Gods, Child, your so fucking moody The fille flinches slightly, But keeps her calming gaze steadily on that of the winged one. I know Antheia. Now isn't the time.
Now a freckled one. Her maw the color of blood. Ger voice like a sunset. A sort of beauty is carried with her, and her words even more adoring. A rhyme. A hymn to the lesser, the winged. The mention of Histe, who Abi supposed is some blood thirsty myth. Her blue and brown eyes rest on the smaller mare, scents of rock and water waft of her coat. She lives here too. I bet she's from the Asylum... The girl smiles softly, for the vocals that the sunset lady have spoken are just so... Hm, there isn't even a word for it. Your just like her Abi. Look what you just did. You might as well be one of the crazies. Her heart is gripped with pain. Then Ciceron comes, the silver Knight waltsing in to the scene, and going right to work, telling the mare to leave, who still stands, a pathetic scene it would to watch them all attack the poor soul? On, how Abishia would enjoy it.
But no, the excitement doesn't end yet! The little bitch decides to confront the one with authority, call her Circuta. Oop, too bad, not so friendly anymore when you trespass on her herdland huh? Oh bet then, the golden gets a bit cocky. She goes into a flurry of feather and fire and holy shit, bitch fest ! Heat surrounds them, pulling Abishia in and causing her to start to feel pain along her neck and belly. Sweat starts to swell on her chest and behind her ears. But the Rage is stronger. She lurches forward, springing off her hind legs, attempted to crash into Aurelia, the burn already setting in. If it works, She should knock the winged into the waterfall just behind, and hopefully extinguish the flames.
- abi is listening, But when Aurelia flags her wings and all that fire stuff happens, She jumps forward and attempts to knock Aurelia into the waterfall
Suffering Burns all along her left side and underbelly.
Finally back in the herdlands, I think I've found some peace. Damaris trots along besides me. Her trot is fast enough to keep up with my slow ambulation. I let my head hang, relaxing in the light. Damaris is enjoying our home, and I think to myself that we both find it rather peaceful. Peace.. not something I expect in my life. Especially since I have just become the Hidden Falls Legatus. That's pretty damn cool. Of course, it does mean I have to stand up and like.. fight people. I mean, I can do that, but I'm not sure how successful I'll always be. But hey, I can stab some ponies in the face with my horns, right? That'll go great.
Peace doesn't last forever, not in Helovia, not in the Hidden Falls. A commotion up ahead by a beautiful waterfall. Not just a little commotion either. I stop moving to take the time to count how many heads have appeared. One.. five.. I mean two. Damn am I dehydrated or something, that vodka seems stronger today... Seven. That's my final headcount. That seems like an awful lot. As I approach, I see a big ball of fire come out of nowhere. It seems there's a horse in the middle of it, but I am not sure until I'm almost upon them all. Circuta.. Ciceron.. Delinne... These I know. The tension in the air is thick and suffocating. Damaris's hairs are beginning to stand on edge and her hackles are raised. The closer I get, the more I am able to make out who it is that is on fire.
Her. Though I only met (and fucked) her once.. she did seem like quite a handful to me. The emotional, dramatic type. I was once told, in Mother Russia, "Don't stick your dick in crazy." ... I think I made a booboo.
I push my way through the crowd and stand before her, but just out of range of the fireball consuming her. Unamused and unimpressed, I stare at her. With a yawn, I stretch out, spread my legs, and take a piss. With a groan only suitable to a lazy ass male, I come to a regular standing position again. Even Damaris takes a moment to give me a strange (and slightly disgusted) look. Aurelia has to be here looking for me. I don't have to hear any of the previous conversation to know that. I drunkenly fucked her - with my buddy Voodoo - and I didn't stay the night. I know, terrible me. But she had him - what did she need me for?
"Aurelia. Fuckin' stop." Unamused and unimpressed. I really don't have the patience or energy to deal with her antics. Whatever logic that needs to be pounded into her brain I don't have the care to pound in there. She just needs to stop: this shit is exhausting. Damaris growls at the flaming golden mare, hackles raised, hair fully on edge, and ears pinned. The pup may be young but I certainly wouldn't cross her. The spit lining her gums is a sickly green and I wonder how much it hurts these days.
Text text text. "Words words words."
OOC: Rosti is unimpressed and think y'all are stupid. Also. Typos. Everywhere.
Slightly frustrated, concerned and confused Fraub heaved a big sigh in annoyance, the black mare was STILL shouting. Her voice echoed with authority, but did she have the right to wield such a powerful tongue? His grey lips still curled downwards into a frown, he listened to them bicker and rolled his eyes. He was caught off guard when a voice snapped towards him, it was the silver striped mare asking him was his name was. He did not respond, in fact he ignored the question and the statement that came afterwards completely. 'If she wants to know my name she can ask nicely' he 'hmph'd' to himself.
Fraub turned his attention elsewhere, but noticed another body coming towards their 'wonderful party'. Another black mare, 'for heaven's sake is everyone in the falls a mare?!', he growled to himself in dismay. Her horn twisted into a slight arch, dipped in a purpley hue and her eyes the same. 'Silence' she said, 'who in the world was this?!', her fluid words captured him for only a moment as she explained the guidelines that he was so misinformed about. At least she was kind about it, in which he eased himself, his gaze softening a little.
His nose caught another in the breeze, 'another? how many do we need here?' his ears flickered towards the red mare in a slight interest. Her voice a little weird, perhaps creepy. It felt as though she had almost slithered over here and he shivered, adjusting his footing multiple times in discomfort. She spoke in riddles and rhymes and she kind of seemed like a psychopath. He wished to not get any closer and remained at his station quite stiffly.
'oh dear god's of helovia, please let it not be yet another' he groaned to himself as a grey speckled stallion entered the scene. This one he had actually seen once before but did not speak to at all really. His large bodice blocked his view as he stood in front of the pegasus, he shifted to one side then to the other so he could get a look at what was going on. All he really did was tell her to leave, basically repeating what everyone JUST said a minute ago. Fraub rolled his eyes again, this was absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary and his patience was running dry.
He eyed some escapes, just in case he had to move quickly but they seemed to be hindered by the many bodies around. He did not realize and in fact, drowned out some of the apparent yelling in the background as he searched for a way out. All of a sudden an extreme heat hit his bodice with tremendous force, his hide burned and ached and he swung around to face the event. His ears dropped to the side of his head as he gazed upon the fiery beast, frightened. He would surely cook if he did not get away from this mess but there was no way out, surrounded by his so called peers.
Out of the corner of his eye the painted mare had lurched forward, he wanted to grab her and hold her back before she killed herself but he was too concerned about himself to grab her in time. By this time the heat had grown too much to bare, he backed up a couple of steps and reared, exposing his belly to the thrashing oven. He could feel his skin peel and burn, "NO!" he shouted and closed his eyes.
"talking" 'thoughts'
words 594 tags @[Abishia] @[Delinne] @[Aurelia] @[Ciceron] @[Eris] @[Circuta] ooc so much going on x_x
05-14-2014, 01:58 AM (This post was last modified: 05-14-2014, 03:11 AM by Delinne.)
memories,
haunting my mind
♥
And bam. Suddenly we were surrounded by herd members, and everything was chaos. Circuta was the first to come, she came up to my side and I felt a calm wash over me. My Amika, my guide. "Hush, Lieutenant. There is nothing for us to concern ourselves over here." I refused to hush, but her smooth voice was like music to my ears and I cooed quietly. Then, came the redhead. She arrived with a hiss, covered in blood and talking in rhymes. 'She must be of the Asylum that Circuta told me about.' I felt no fear when I gazed upon the redhead because I knew - somehow deep inside of me - that I was out of range of her hurting me.
I just stood there with a frown upon my lips and saw how more came. A stallion, dappled in silver with a horn upon his brow, came and did what everyone else did - told goldass to leave.
Then, the chaos. But all I wanted to do was laugh.
"I FUCKING GET IT. Every single one of you has told me to basically get the hell out. I heard the first time when that mare told me. Then I heard again when Abishia told me. And guess what? I heard again when the boy with the hair told me! I heard Circuta, Mare with the Rhymes, and Ciceron! You all threaten me now, but do you threaten phoenixes?" Oh for fucking Gods' sake, was she serious? I raised a brow as her hide erupted into flames and sighed as if the filly was pathetic. "Go on, touch my now!" Okay, I couldn't hold it anymore. A laugh escaped my lips and I took a step back, laughing hard. She was serious! And it was so hilariously pathetic I couldn't stop laughing. I didn't even see when Abishia jumped at her, I didn't see Rostislav arriving and didn't hear the weird-haired stallion when he called out. I just laughed.
'Dezba, call the storm.' 'Yes.' My bonded, who was confused by my laughing, closed her eyes and concentrated, slowly calling forth dark clouds above us. Only a second later, heavy rain started to fall and wetted everything. "This is how you threaten a phoenix. By putting out it's fire." I rose my head and glared at the golden filly. She had been stupid - so fucking stupid - to choose to not leave. What happened next, she deserved it badly. 'Lightning.' A lightning bolt shot down from the clouds, hitting the area behind the gold-dappled pegasus and I laughed. My white-striped hair was like glued to my neck and head, making me look even crazier than before.
But then after half of a minute, the rain slowly stopped and I immediately focused on Dezba. The foal inside of me was too precious to let die by letting myself fight, so I had to rely on my Desired to help me. 'Now it's your time to shine. Attack.' 'More than happy to.' Everything happened so fast yet, I could feel the seconds pass by me as it all went on. The jaguar flew up from the ground, towards the pegasus with her claws all out and her crushing maw open. She was like a black arrow, ready to pierce her target and withdraw red gold from the filly's shoulders and throat. "Phoenixes have nothing against a stormcalling jaguar." I smirked and once again - I laughed out loud. This was more fun than I had thought it would be!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
'Dezba thinking'
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tags // @[Circuta] && @[Eris] && @[Ciceron] && @[Aurelia] && @[Abishia] && @[Rostislav] && @[Fraub]
ooc // Dezba is using - Stormcall: summon heavy rain and lightning storm for 30 seconds. She then jumps towards Aurelia to snatch onto her shoulders or throat and withdraw blood. Since she's so close, it should be difficult to escape. // fixed grammar xD
05-14-2014, 04:26 AM (This post was last modified: 05-14-2014, 08:56 AM by Circuta.)
Somewhere another pretty vein just
Dies
Bribery, exaction— a trading betwixt souls, the amulet strewn across the interlopers bosom for information regarding her kin, and the revulsion and nausea that rises inside her throat is akin to acid, bile, for what sullen double-crosser did the gilt fleshed girl think she was? No, she had beheld the fiery Lord herself, in all his splendor and glorifications, bowed before him as a subject to her King, been rewarded with the rich lyrics of his hymns, the egg whom had gleamed with pyre, sheltered within her homeland even now. The saffron bauble to which he had demanded of her, then returned with raucous benevolence was lain against her own bosom, wrapped around her neck, the chilled plate soothing. Was the childe blind as well as feebleminded, scorning their demands? "Do you think me a petty whistleblower, girl? If my brother, Rostislav, wishes to speak to you, then he will of his own terms."
Before she could continue, the Empress filters in— cruor staining her flesh, electrifying cerulean spheres gleaming, followed by a argentate paladin with a alabaster tiger at his hooves. It seems that the two Artisans have not gathered her message to leave, for they remain, the painted woman deeming that she wished to learn more of such circumstances, and the Nightingale merely graces them with a elegant dip of her dome, noticing the iron and alabaster kin's seeming uncomfort in the crowd, and so she moves ever so slight, allowing the odd brute with a tail stretching up from his neck room to leave, if he so wished.
In the next moment, the damsel begins to bellow, bane and profanities dripping from her lips, and the Nightingale merely gazes, impassive and apathetic, impervious to the cawing, the crowing, the insensitive and foolish speech she weaves. Drawing forth the witches claret within her veins, the world darkening within her own mind, sewing the foaming, pearlescent bubble around the child's maw, activating the deliberating and exhausting task with minor difficulties as she screeches this and that, filling it whole within a matter of seconds. She'd practiced for these very scenarios, after all. Her placid, smooth and infernal lyrics spin forth, holding and toying with her magic as a puppet upon the string, palming and tasting the surface as a ripe apple, querying upon the flavor. If the impassioned filly is flame, then she is water, and if she is pyre, then she is the rain, the storm, the waves crashing against the beach, the expanse of the raging, turmoil infused brine.
If she was the shore, she was the sea.
"I grow exhausted of this game. If you had truly listened, instead of simply heard, then perhaps we could have avoided this foolishness. You have been cautioned, told, and reprimanded. You know the price paid for trespassing on another's land. I will not warn you again, suckling. Leave."
And then the world exploded.
Rebellion and riot— disorder and assault, flames and pyre, unleashed wings and scalding heat sent forth— and it is then that she fears, but not for herself, for her kin, for her brothers, for the knowledge that springtide is filled with warmth and the buds and lush grass are all too easy to catch aflame, for the foals that have been birthed in her kingdom's walls, under the pretense of a safe haven. The girl is screaming, she hears the Lightningborne's cackle, and it is then that she stops toying, holding back the magic that she has already formed around the woman's maw, to drown, to gag, strangle and suffocate, she rends the breath from her lungs, feeling her flesh simmering at the proximity to the fiery, raging, irritable lass, and observing with distress and apprehension the heroic act of the painted Lady, before twirling about to face the argent brother with the tiger at his hooves. "Go! Find a mender! Now!" With a flourish to face the odd one, with the tail stretching from his neck, she commands. "Get away from her!"
In the oncoming seconds, however, a monsoon arrives— darkening the skies with clouds, gusting within her tresses, pelting her with deluge, as it rivulets down her side. Her heart thrums within her bosom, palpitates as she attempts to place herself before the gathered men and the irate woman,acrimony writhing within her throat. "How dare you come to our lands, and attack us! In our own sanctuary, none the less! Dôl gîn lost."
But her endeavors are not in vain, for it seems she has attracted the interest of the second Legatus, Rostislav. She gives him a wary stare as the drunken man approaches, but ultimately returns her gaze to the interloper. "What in the divine's holy name's have you dragged in, Rostislav?"
:: [Magic: Dark x Wind | The ability to create a bubble of air around one's maw to drain oxygen from the lungs]
:: [Restrictions | Morning the bubble takes immense concentration and is very difficult to maintain if the opponent is moving; symptoms last for 10 seconds and it is up to the opponent if they experience full unconsciousness]
Dôl gîn lost is Elvish, for your head is empty.
Phrased that her magic hit, seeing as herdlands have permission to use full forced magic upon intruders.
No one left, instead they all remained watching the intruder make a fool out of herself. The winged mare did not heed any warnings, she ignored them and continued to intrude. Her tiring words washed over The Blood Empress who remained indifferent to the entire show that the golden painted idiot made. Training her blue eyes upon the one who had double her 'mare with rhymes.' Snickering and embracing the mad, Eris paid the screaming mare even less mind as she continued to scream and rant on. They have clearly hit a nerve, her wings spread and all of a sudden heat begins to build it is centred around the intruder. Narrowing her eyes was the only indication Eris gave that she was finally starting to become slightly frustrated with this rodent. Suddenly an almost unbearable heat is sent towards their little party of gathered family members. The air fills with smoke, forcing Eris to cough before finally loosing her cool. This was their land, this winged little bitch had no right to be here. Now she had gotten pissed off and set herself...no...her ass alight. "Blondy, your ass is on fire." An aspirated growl and The Blood Empress transformed her body into a more dominating stance. "Chill out rodent."
What finally sends her over the edge is when the idiot filly does a 'heroic leap' and tries to save the day. This was not this mare's home, she did not have any right to attack her family. Circuta is calling out to the younger filly, instructing her to see a healer. Another is yelling for this 'Aurelia' to cease in her flaming ass attack, a stallion is rearing and exposing his belly to the flames. Could you be anymore stupid? Delinne is storm calling, her cat is attacking and finally Circuta is placing her own magical attack in the fray. It is chaos, it is glorious. Laughing a high pitch cackle of enjoyment, The Blood Empress hardly notices the arrival of her supposed equal. His appearance did not impress her, in fact it only insulted. It did make her realise that the time for this rodent to leave her home was now. Taking a step forward the heat picked up, yet Eris realised that she did not want to feel that heat. The agony of her skin burning, the feel of her flesh melting away. So, in the height of her craziness, The Empress stepped into the path of the flames and she did not feel the torturous pain that her body was currently in. Instead she moved close enough to be standing directly in front of the rodent. If she looked down, she was see the way the heat seared away at her skin, the way the rain cooled the bring sensation. How most of the damage was being done by the super heated steam more than any actual flames.
"You're a pathetic phoenix." Her voice is sweet and gentle, yet the furious nature of Eris could still be heard. Enough was enough. The Blood Empress was the lead here, she would now take charge. Something within her came to life, an ability that she did not know she had, it began slow. A gentle heat inside her, yet it was a fantastic heat...the blaze of magic. Blue orbs flickered up and focused upon the rodent and Eris pulled almost her entire concentration onto Aurelia. She wanted the blood around her legs, and the blood that had gathered on her sides from the steam burning her to slowly collect into a pool at her feet. It was slow, at first all she could feel where a few droplets running down her sides, then finally it all began to move. It rushed down her sides, spiralled down her legs and collected into a pool in front her her hooves. Grinning, Eris looked up to Aurelia. The Empress was in charge here, and the herd would hopefully listen. "Enough!" Her voice rang through with steel. "You have noright to attack us." They did not survive the out lands to be invaded by someone with a magical fiery ass. The Asylum should be feared and respected. "This is not your land. Leave." Standing her ground she began to bark out orders.
If the rodent was still around by the time Eris was finished giving orders she would manipulate the blood into a gag and drag the little bitch out from the falls. "Heads or tails Ciceron?" 'Do you want to pull her tail or her mane?' Next she turned to Delinne. "We'll need your magic to help keep us safe from another ass fire attack." Hilarity would be insured as soon as this mare was pushed out of the borders. A fiery ass. Now Eris had seen it all. Circuta would hopefully follow them and help by suffocating any more annoying words away from the rodent. Turning back to look down at her pile of blood, Eris began to imagine a wonderful bloody gag for the rodent that had entered their lands. Watching it, chaos' mistress is enchanted by the beautiful sight that is before her eyes. Finally. Finally she truly is The Blood Empress. The blood began to slither it's way through the grass before finally coming to where the winged rat had stood. Eris paid little mind as too weather or not the intruder was still here, yet to look up. Here The Empress wanted it to slither it's way up Aurelia's body and slide into her mouth and bind her tongue in a bloody nightmare. Well a nightmare for the target at least.
The Blood Empress enjoyed the taste of blood, did the winged intruder? They were probably about to find out.
:: [Magic: DarkxWater | The power to manipulate visible, open blood]
:: [Magic: Light (P) | The ability to have full control of her own mind. Eris has direct control over her mental structure, being able to manipulate at will her own emotions, sensations, perceptions, consciousness, memories and personality. This allows both optimal efficiency and maximal comfort in all situations, while preserving the Eris' ability to feel sensations and emotions.]
I thought Aurelia's ability is 'upon command, her hide turns into a fire that can cause burns' ? So strictly speaking 'my entire body is home to some of the hottest fire' wouldn't be true? Aurelia's hide would be alight. Not her entire body.
Anyway, last chance for you to leave bay. If Aurelia's still around next round Eris will bind her mouth with blood and start dragging Aurelia out of the falls, with help or not, as it's her right. I made it so Eris is quickly manipulating the blood without first checking if Aurelia's still around as she's enchanted by it so you can escape if you want.
I spy with my little eye;
Something beginning with 'E'.
Aurelia Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.
"talk talk talk"
The next order of events are blurry. The first thing that happens is Abishia lunges for me and Ciceron tries to block her from me. I keep my fire on, still. The smell of burning flesh fills my nostrils, but the burnt flesh isn't mine. I don't know who's it is, because soon there is a bolt of lightning behind me and rain falls from the sky. Now, I put my fire out myself before the rain does. Standing in front of me is the blurry vision of the bastard. He is so uninterested, but anyone willing to barge through a cloud must be interested, right? It isn't like I am in love with him. I love other stallions, more impressive ones than a drunk fuck-face. I do not hear what Rostislav says. I do not hear Abishia. I do not hear the jet black lightning mare. I am too scared to listen.
Like Mauja.
He won't love me back, though. In fact, I am sure he hates me. Dalibor, maybe. But he isn't as wild and crazy as me (at least not that I know of?) but I feel like our personalities clash and that I have to walk on eggshells around him. Honestly, I miss Gaucho. The caveman was my first crush here, my first spar here, and the stallion that made flirty (which may be the reason I'm stuck in this situation now?). I've met many stallions, but I'm not usually comfortable around them. To be honest, I'm so uncomfortable with just the three stallions here.
The giant black cat that seems rather attached to the black mare, lunges for me. I do not flinch, I do not move. Teeth sear into my shoulder. The pain is surprising, so I through my legs into the air to get her off of me. I'm not even sure if she's still on me, but I don't worry about that anymore because now, I can't breath. I do not hear Circuta's words. I am still too scared to listen.
I try to inflate my lungs, but they are like a popped balloon. They do not inflate, only deflate. My head is spinning now, and my legs buckle underneath me. My world is dark now. I am not breathing, I am not moving. I am not conscience. I cannot see the blood Eris controls crawling towards me. I cannot hear anymore of her words. They can not feel my sadness, my loneliness.
They do not know what it is like to walk around every day knowing the everyone you meet will not like you. Walking around with a marking on your cheek that says kill. Walking around knowing that in your past, that was your name. That was your destiny. Kill. Death. Darkness. Perhaps that is why I've decided to be a light, fire, girl. Not some macabre creature that ventures around ready to destroy all and every horse. I am not a racist unicorn. I am not a dark thing
I am merely a lonely mare named Kill. Simple enough, right?
ooc:; i meant skin by saying hide. and under feathers is skin... but you bring up a good point! I'll have to ask admin if i interpreted it wrong :\ For this thread, just continue with aurelia's wings being lit, too. i'll go ask an admin now! :D Also, when I saw Circuta's magic description "it is up to the opponent if they experience full unconsciousness" i ws like: HOLY HELLS. Aurelia needs to pass out because this thread needs that much more drama. Sorry if this was kinda confusing! Basically, she just stands there. She doesn't get hit by Abishia. She doesn't move until Dezba attacks her. When dezba aims for her neck/shoulder area, the cat is able to bite her shoulder. Of course, aurelia freaks out and rears, trying to throw the cat off of her. She feels the rain, but doesn't focus too much on it because she is being suffocated. She goes unconsciousness. She doesn't hear anything because she 'is too scared to listen' which basically means she is tuning them out. :D sorry if i misunderstood anyone's magic! If i did, let me know! cx
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