the Rift

you've got heaven in your eyes,

Iseult Posts: N/A
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"death doesn't come with a warning"
This gloom-filled forest was entered with eyes that darted to each and every corner, with utmost caution in the step, and tension stifling her muscles. A place like this could not be trusted - not now, not ever, and the sunshine fairy flitted through the trees with thoughts of murder and rape streaming through her mind. Though do not be mistaken; Iseult would not have entered this woodland without good reason, and so you must realise that beneath all of this apprehension, The Threshold was crossed by the girl with a sense of relief resting between her teeth. She had been wandering for so long, so awfully dreadfully long; trekking in the hope that somewhere down the line she would stumble across a land to call home. Nothing would ever compare to Rioth'e, of course, but she was sick and tired of drifting like a dandelion caught in the eastern gale. It just wasn't her style. She was born to a family who had lived in their Desert kingdom for over 500 years, and Iseult had been accustomed to this way of thinking for as long as she could remember; such sudden change in her once-staid lifestyle was stressful to say the least. It had even caused a physical change in the mare: ribcage stretching at the seams of her skin, coat dulled, temples sunken despite her vivacious youth. The thought of wandering forever made Iseult's mouth run dry with horror - death was already chasing her heels after devouring her brother, one wrong move and He would snatch her up too.

No, don't start thinking about Idris, not again.

Her breath came short and fast with the recalling of his death; it was as though she was reliving it all over again. Awakening to the sight of his lifeless, endless gaze, and knowing the light that she had fallen in love with would be forever absent. Jolting back from her memories the palomino mare froze in her step, clenching her own eyelids tight, as if doing so would erase the vision of her beloved's frame from her mind. But how could one ever forget what she had seen? The ice covering his emaciated body, a body that had once been statuesque and beautiful... Iseult shuddered, feeling the familiar sensation of tears welling, but forced herself to swallow the grief as best as she could. This was no place for weakness, and she knew not a drop of mercy would be shown toward a victim of emotional damage. Sucking in her chest, Iseult strode on, gaze hardening to the darkness that caressed her bones.

OOC: jeeeeez. this is AWFUL, please do excuse this as it is my first post with ise after all x3

Quilyan Posts: 206
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap ChaoticMelodies

He remembers the first days of wandering after the fall of the Monarchy. They were long days with longer nights, filled with terror and grief and anger. He hid it, of course, but then, he'd had to; Monarchists had been hunted then, with the streets overridden with anarchy, and he, the crown Prince, had been the new government's most wanted. Of course, the Anarchists were little more than a group of rebels determined to rule themselves, and they had been so unorganized that the likelihood of being followed, much less found, was very small. But he remembered the fires, the angry din of the mob crushing against the palace walls, and he dared not chance revealing his true identity.

Even here, in this land so very far away from Th'orqui, he can't remember ever speaking of who he had been, once. He has talked of the land - he remembers telling a mare named Rowan of the gods' trees with their luminescent colors. He hasn't seen Rowan but for that one time, and he hopes that she has survived the darkness and the evil that has pervaded Helovia for the last several seasons. Perhaps he should ask Resplendence - after all, she had been friends with Rowan. The thought of his beloved brings a smile to his face. She has been thriving in the World's Edge, building and maintaining a garden of herbs to remedy those who fall ill. She is selfless and brave (though she would argue the latter) and he adores her for bringing out the best of him. He appreciates her for making him into a good person, the kind of person he never could have been as Prince.

Zarina chitters softly from his back before scampering with practiced ease along his nape to perch atop his poll. Someone in the trees, she says in mind-speech that is entirely matter-of-fact. The pygmy marmoset is not the sweetest of creatures and often finds herself taken in by jealousy. Of course, it isn't that she is jealous, for she is well-accustomed to sharing her darling bonded with the mare Resplendence - no, Zarina is the voice of Resplendence's nonexistent jealousy, often interfering in most unfortunate ways when she feels that Quilyan's flirting is over-the-top. And, since old habits die hard, that is quite often. The fact that this new creature in the forest is a female is not lost on the creature, and the deposed prince feels her begin to sour. Ignoring her, his friendly voice rings out through the trees: "Good day, Mistress!"

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Voodoo Posts: 231
Outcast atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: Eight :: Birdsong HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Ouija :: Arctic Fox :: None Nevada
and it comes to be like the soothing light
at the end of your tunnel
Trees tower over head for what feels like days one you find yourself out of the dust bowl. For you it's been far to many nights already since you've seen your unexpected child, but what we have been able to focus on outside of your newly found world of clouds it's only been nearing a week and a half. The messy tangles and knots in that thick black hair of yours bounces off of your dark neck, stringy forelock spreading where ever it felt most comfortable; often times over your eyes and obstructing our view. Not that there's anything to look for, we're in the fucking woods, have been all god damn day.

Your wide, cracked hooves touch the earth softly as you trot through the wide, often used trail, and we can only find your head in the sky. Images of Ryuu's tiny, fragile feet, his uncomfortable gaits that make your chest twist into a knot, you want to take that all away from his poor little body, to do anything to make your son pain free. Ouija darts from your side, startling you before you even realize that she is following a voice. Her shaggy white body is gone, leaving you tensed up and terrified, red ears tucked back into that mess of hair and empty eyes wide with fear.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds for the artic fox to reach a tall, pale mare. In her vision not far off behind a couple of these massive trees, she spots another body, one much more built, as well as occupied by a set of wings. To her still young mind, she immediately imagines that the winged one is one of the desert; Where in the hell has she gone off to now? God damn mutt we bitch in the back of your skull, one of us throwing up our hands in an unnecessary rage. Her excitement reaches you through that strange bond, and you can almost imagine what she's going to get you into now.

Your stunned motion pushes back into a quick footed trot, your crowned skull remaining up high in the air, ears constantly rotating in order to watch for your own safety. Outside of your now fluffy and extremely distracting thoughts, you are still that lanky, scared stallion with hollow eyes and fake blood prints. Still a pussy! One of us shouts, a wake of laughter shattering the second of silence in your skull. Finally the pale mare is in sight -Ouija long since had come walking from the brush and attempting to sniff at the mare's darkened legs, her fluffy white tail wiggling back and forth the entire time.

"Ouija!" you growl, the stern tone of your voice almost laughable; no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to be mad at that cub. "I'm sorry, she's very curious." Your glossy eyes watch the white cub, who only stops sniffing and circling for a second to look up at you with those big black eyes. Her big ears are still dished forward when she looks up to the mare, hoping she had not frightened or angered the stranger. One more wag of her tail allows her to depart from the equine's side and return to yours, winding between both forelegs as always.

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Delinne Posts: 232
Hidden Falls Curiosus II
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 hh :: 15 Buff: NOVICE
Dezba :: Black Jaguar :: Stormcall Ina

haunting my mind

I had told myself that I wouldn't leave the Falls until the foal was out. Well, apparently I lied to myself.

The foal was swaying from side to side inside of me and I knew that I got visibly fatter by it. Couldn't be long until birthtime now, because the foal had started to move inside of me daily and even pushed towards my tail in intervals. 'I wonder if I'll have dreams this time too...' Only if I did have dreams this time, there would be no Azzaron who would soothe me in the waking hours. No fiery pegasus to calm me down and love me and the foal. 'I here.' That made me smile slightly and I looked down at the black cat. 'Thank you, Desired.' With a sigh, I walked on and into the familiar woods known as the Threshold. It had been a while since I last was here - last time was when I picked up both Rohesia and Abishia. Abishia, the foolish filly who didn't even thank me when I told her how to handle trespassers and who tried to seduce my yet-too-young son. 'She's too immature. But what should I expect from someone that young?' I snickered and snorted as I was too lazy to laugh at the moment - or, too tired.

Though I was startled and took a step back when I heard a sudden call, a call with a voice that I remembered slightly. I had talked to the owner of this voice a while ago, before I caught grip of my sanity. "Ouija!" Voodoo. I shook my head and slowly walked out of the shadows that had surrounded me and my bonded, arriving to a scene where another mare was seemingly needed. A newcomer. Female newcomer, too. My gaze wandered over the two stallions, looking over them in a completely neutral way. Some may think I'm trying to flirt whenever I look at them top to hoof, but it was simply me contemplating if I was stronger and if I would win if we fought. The horned stallion was exactly who I thought it would be - Voodoo. His red markings were recognized immediately and I smirked at him, nodding my head in friendship. Then I looked more closely at the pegasus, who was an almost chestnut color with white markings similar to Abishia's.

Finally, I looked at the mare. She was very beautifully built and coated in a smooth color. Her head and legs were a lovely golden color, while the rest of her body was lighter - almost the same color as Azzaron's coat. Her eyes were dark though, like trees in the winter.

"Hello, sweet lady. Welcome to Helovia. May I help you?" My voice was as sweet as candy, because if I recruited this horse as well, it would be my fourth recruit. A smile was fired at her and Dezba shyly - she was a good actress sometimes - appeared behind my front leg to look at the equine mare. 'You think I good acting?' 'Yes, you're a very good actress. Are you going to let her rub your belly as well?' 'Principles, so no.'

'Dezba thinking'

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tags // @[Iseult] && @[Voodoo] && @[Quilyan]
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