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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.
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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!
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Snow crunched under cloven hooves as Snö walked aimlessly through the Steppe. The varnished girl had traveled north after she'd been through the woods and spent some time at the beach. She was naturally drawn to the colder temperature of the Steppe and the Arch, finding it more comfortable than the stifling temperatures of the south. There was a small part of her that was tempted to go into the Basin and ask for a place in the herd, but a larger part of herself despised them for no reason other than they reminded her of a time when she'd been a touch happier.
Snö stopped and lifted her head, eyes squinting as a gust of wind whipped her mane in her face. As far as she could see there was nothing but white snow. An occasional shrub had worked its way up through layers of the white powder but no leaves stuck to their thin branches. The Steppe was little more than a wasteland, but it felt more like a home to Snö than any of the places that she had been recently. The wind died and her thick mane settled against her neck.
It was a view that Snö never seemed to tire of, but she wasn't used to looking at it alone. Before she'd had Tarak who, even though he was a machine, would sit beside her and stare. She'd also had Rapha, the short little stallion that had been her slave. Wherever he'd gotten off to she didn't know and she didn't particularly care. And, of course, there had been Monster who had been her guardian, best friend. He feral unicorn turned wolf had been more like family to her than any of her actual family and she missed him more than she missed anyone else. She sighed and lowered her head as she began to scrape a hoof over the snow so she could nibble on the grass hidden below.
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05-25-2014, 11:49 PM (This post was last modified: 05-25-2014, 11:53 PM by Thranduil.)
T H R A N D U I L Never can the golden boy miss
An opportunity so lovely as this
It was supposed to be spring, but the land was locked away in winter. Snow crunched beneath cloven hooves as nares strained for the little oxygen in the air. Golden limbs were still standing the body strong but, mountains were a new strain to them. Looking like a sun among the clouds the golden unicorn rose from the depths of the Basin and into the heights of the Steppe. The mess which had been his ‘welcome’ made the golden son drive far from those pointed jesters there. Though, he still desired space among them. Where best to cause trouble than such a secluded and righteous group. Snorting out both in effort and laugh the golden climbed the narrow path and rocks.
Did nothing ever come easy here? Body desired a canter, to work itself and exercise the out of shape body. Creatures here look so fit, and battle ready. It had been months since the golden had fought a true battle. A nice break, but that time had passed. The path he travelled however was not of the same mind. Tumbling rocks and ice patches kept the golden at a jog or walk. Shit though. Was this the thin air talking or the strain? Shaking impala horns, barred hips powered up another incline. Body craved deep satisfying air, but that was not all the caught in their next breathe.
Golden hide came to a slow stop as another path crossed his, this one coming from the south. Harks slipped between vanilla tassels as the Spanish head lowered to the earth. One pair of hooves moved up the mountain pass. Mind sifted through its senses but it recognized none of this creature’s airs. Tossing the regal head back up and looking toward the continuing trail he considered. The golden boy had caused trouble recently already, but this child was possibly alone. Much better than the recent regular reunions he’d had lately. Lips curled slightly. Tail curled by his side before lashing out as the golden son began up the small pass to follow the unknown.
Playing for keeps, but be not a fool. Think bigger, but have a tid bit of fun. Patience. Lessons from the Threshold echo back, but with each gold harks lower. He liked not all these rules. Caution he knew he should have, but it was indeed so hard to hold back when games, such as this were so tempting. Granted it could be some giant bull of beast, but unlike what your mama told you, words can break bones too. The scent of the unknown was stronger, and now blew upon the wind. Thranduil was close.
Land leveled, rock walls fell away, and there stood the creature. At first the golden son stopped short. Earth eyes taking in this new game piece. It was a lovely mare. Slender, but feathered, and which a glistening crown, even the dim light of this atmosphere. It picked away at the grass roots just below the snow, and did so with the energy of the half dead. It was not spring here, but it was down south. Curious. Was the lass meeting someone? No one else seemed to be nearby though. Well then, if he had the lovely to himself, might as well play ball. Painting a placid look about himself and curving his body more handsomely the beast stepped more into the open terrain. Walking towards the grey creature he stopped well short and horned head reached out to speak. “Judging by your icy plate dear lady….” He slimed himself into a calm gaze. “---you didn’t come here for the fine dining.” Golden body slide to move from her and yet forward to stand several yards from her side. Golden head turning to look towards her, his face calm and serine, but those gold dusted eyes, danced. Mask not tied one very tightly. After such trappings of the previous days he just wanted to play. So throw the dog a bone. “What brings a fine lady such as your self so far north alone?”
OOC :: This will be interesting to see how the get along. lol
@[Snö]
"blah blah blah."
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"Judging by your icy plate dear lady….you didn’t come here for the fine dining."
Could she never just be alone when she wanted to be alone? That was one particular reason why she had chosen to return to the Steppe. No horse in their right mind would willingly subject themselves to the frigid temperatures here, and yet here one was. With the way he was speaking to her he obviously wasn't of the right mind if he even had one at all. Snö abandoned the small patch of grass that she had uncovered and lifted her head to look at the stallion with an expression that screamed 'get lost'. Whether or not he took it as a sign to leave was to be decided. Or so she thought until he continued to speak. It was then that her ears laid flat against her head and she snorted.
"Leave me alone." Her voice was as cold as the ice that frosted her hooves and her horn. She certainly didn't like the way he said that pointed out that she was alone. It was already painfully obvious to her that Tarak was no longer by her side. She didn't need him to remind her even if he had done it unknowingly. It put a bad taste in her mouth and she just wanted him gone from her sight. She didn't even want to know his name, but she figured he would be the type to offer it anyway.
"I have no interest in you, your name, your business here, what your hopes and dreams are, or your goals in life." She stated rather bluntly. The only thing that he could do that would interest her was if he took a running jump off a cliff and that was only because she wanted to watch and see how big of a splash he would make. Or if he would just miss the ocean and splatter all over the ground. Her eyes were cold as the snow she stood upon as she looked at the stallion. "Do yourself a favor and go away."
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05-26-2014, 11:10 PM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2014, 11:11 PM by Thranduil.)
T H R A N D U I L Perhaps, perhaps, that's not all there is
But
Perhaps, perhaps, he'll just go for the kill
Shit. It’s cold up here, and not just the temperature. The company also rang with a frigid are of drop dead. Lion tail moved about as the air seemed to enclose around him in ever colder degrees. The golden son had been warm as he travelled up the slopes but standing still he felt their bite, or was that from her eyes? The roaned lass bore into him with a look that could freeze hell over. Not the first time he’d seen that sour of a face. But she was angry. Angry at having her solitude disturbed. Down-right pissed off at his probing into her affairs. She told him to leave. All things considered, Thranduil had no intention of doing such a kindness.
The cold lass spat towards him with every vowel a flying dart of ice. Sitting back on his heels with one hark forward and the other back the golden took this curious mare in. Ah, this girl was in no mood to play. She really did want him gone. That answered why she was dazing about her meal with such lackluster. The child had not come here to find food, or meet someone. She carried not who it was that had approached her, not even wanting to know their name. The roaned one wanted to be left completely alone, by everyone. She wanted solitude. Solitude in such horrendous accommodations as this god for shaken cliff, is usually only sought by a few types of creatures. Tassled tail lashed about in consideration. One, she’s crazy, which was seeming more possible. Two, she could no longer meet those she wanted to, and or, memories. Three, she was just a hormonal bitch. The last rose a chuckle from the velvet lips, deep but low.
Stepping up to the plate the golden shifted again his weight, body still uneasy after his struggle to gain some muscle. “Wonderful, I do hate such frivolities.” With a grin he stepped up and to the side again, coming back in front of her. Her lips backed at him in one last utterance. Go Away. My, my, she was such a rustled creature. The golden son though did indeed hate such pleasant dealings. Arah the sweet swan and the beginning of the meeting in the Basin had given him enough of that. Besides if the child didn’t know his name, then how would she tell any would be protectors who to come after. Yes, let’s shove such things to the side. The roan was telling him all he needed to know about her anyway. She was alone. Wanted to be alone. And had no intention of being a push over. Yes indeed, wonderful.
Earth eyes danced over to the cliff as he stepped closer to it rounding out his circular path. No more concern for it though moved through him, though he did note it was long way down, and it stopped his path. Leaf starred forehead turned back to the roan mare, and his mask had all but fallen away. Besides, with this pissed of butch there was no need. A smile crawled upon him as he tisked her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, we sure are a cranky lady today. Perhaps your icy meal has affected your attitude.” Spanish neck stretched out, flattening, pulling the twin horns close to its crest. “Regardless, I could never leave a lady in such a distressing mood.” Shaking the horned head back towards him in agreement with himself the golden mind whirled about in a frenzy.
Now, to indeed move beyond those frivolities of this lass’s current mood. Why was she here? Well now, if anyone was to openly ask the first and third considerations it was the golden son. But this mare was already ready to toss him off the cliff or freeze him on the spot. Best not go extreme too quickly. Besides perhaps she’d slip up and identify the cause on her own. The golden son was always one though to give someone a helpful push. Or shove. Or just knock them over. “Perhaps too many have taken you up on that favor.” Limbs stamped a bit in the snow, warming themselves against the bitter wind. To ease them the gold creature moved from the cliff edge, stopping yet again before her. “Perhaps you weren’t alone before, but are now, with nothing left but a frozen heart, and icy meals.” Ah, such words left him smooth and clear, and he openly smiled towards the roaned lass. Such open rawness did feel so freeing. It almost warmed his chest in this damned cold.
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@[Snö]
"blah blah blah."
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It seemed that he had a block of ice in his head rather than actual brains or else he would have left her alone as she had requested. Instead he continued talking and his voice was like salt on an open wound. It grated on her nerves, frayed them until she was ready to snap and, quite literally, kick him over the edge of a cliff. Her teeth ground together and she did not bother to hide the malice that shone in her blue eyes as she glared daggers at Thranduil.
Snö did not bother to say anything as she was called 'cranky' by the stallion who didn't know her from his own ass. She hadn't failed to notice the way his path had circled around her like a predator stalking its prey. He would certainly be in for a surprise because she was no prey. "How chivalrous of you." Her voice fell flat, testament to how unimpressed she was with his attempted display of dominance. No male would ever hold dominance over her. She was too much her mother's child to allow any man to run the show.
“Perhaps too many have taken you up on that favor. Perhaps you weren’t alone before, but are now, with nothing left but a frozen heart, and icy meals.”
"Don't you dare speak as if you know me." Snö hissed. Her ears fell back against her head and her legs burned with the desire to strike out at the stupid, stupid stallion. Who would even know if she ran him off the cliff? If he made it into the water the sharks would have a hell of a meal. If not then the wolves could strip the mean from his dead carcass and the sun could bleach his bones. He was trying to trick her into spilling her guts to him and it just wasn't going to happen. She'd spill his guts first. "Why don't you do us both a favor." Snö said, her voice suddenly calm. "The edge of the cliff is right there. Take a running jump."
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06-05-2014, 10:17 AM (This post was last modified: 06-05-2014, 10:27 AM by Thranduil.)
Well, crazy bitch it was. The twin horned chuckled low as she spat at him of what he should and should not know. The golden son was always knowing what he should not and pretending to not know that which he should. Head rose in the revelation. Course her lashing out could be because he’d guessed right. Relationship issues were not surprising in this place of constant mating and divorce, the golden reasoned with therapist objectivity. Even though he’d be the one causing a few of them soon he was sure. Then again though, with her anger at just the suggestion of it, it might not be wise to press the issue. Thranduil was a solid and fit youth, but fighting was not on the agenda today. Besides, his mother did always tell him, it’s not nice to hit girls, unless they hit you, which this one might. Then again when had the golden brute ever played nice?
Oh but when she spoke again her voice took a different tone. Gold harks lifted in interest. Ah, more favors. Yet, with that tone the golden let one hark slip back. This wasn’t the raging mare of before; she’d slipped on a smooth and controlled track. It showed a curious feature in her. The golden liked it for it actually made him lean back a bit from her. She was playing her own games now. Of course they were not to trap, entwine or deceive, just to kill, but he’d had those threats before. He liked to wave at them as they go by. “ Thanks for offering so many favors…” The golden son did hesitate and step back, he wanted her to continue. To press her advantage. Like a matador fighting a bull, wave that little red cape and the bull will back up. Only to charge again. You think, like the matador, you’re in charge, but remember who has the horns here. So the twin horned takes one small step, but still lets the smirk play across him. “…but jumping isn’t my thing.” He gave a low chuckle. “Neither is dying.”
Now, where to? Well obviously she was not in a chatty mood to say the least. The mention of the cliff though had caused him to glance towards it, and feel it press closer. Gold dusted eyes watched it carefully then looked to the roan lass. Well if she had been alone mopping about in solitude, why on earth had she chosen this spot. Why had she stood so close to the cliff herself. Body sparked with the notion. If the front door is locked try the window. “Now look darling I didn’t come to ruin your fancy dinner out.” This could be a wrong direction, but it might get you in the house at least. If the window shows a woman holding a gun to her head, best get in there a little faster.
Look. I know what you’re thinking. And you’re right, he’s not one to play savior. In fact he’s just as likely to pierce another with his own to horns. However, while the deed is curious to watch, and exhilarate to cause, the aftermath was less fun. Thranduil had learned that lesson well. His mask is all that hides the grimace. Ah! Lock those thoughts up tight. Hog tie and stuff them. Throw them in the cell and toss away the key. Eyes, reflecting the roan lass narrow slightly. Those thoughts have no place here. The gold lets his moving lips carry away the tension behind that pretty face. Head tilts to the side. “Just thought you yourself shouldn’t be standing so close to the edge.” He’d hate to be a witness in court. To call the doctor and sign the papers. Whether to commit her to an asylum or hospital made no difference. Your life may not hold worth, but the hassle your death would cause does.
OOC :: Sorry for the delay, was coming back from vacation. Also I'm post from work. =O But I had to get it in. XD
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"Let me help you with that gun"
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"What a pity." Snö replied, less than impressed with the stallion proclamation that jumping and dying wasn't his forte. Maybe being shoved and falling was more his thing. Either way she wanted him gone. What was it about stallions that made them think that everytime they saw a mare they had to try and strike up a conversation? She swore that they thought they were the gods gifts to mares, but they were far from it. They were nothing but nuisances, the whole lot of them and she often felt that the world would be a much calmer place if they were all gone.
“Now look darling ....”
Darling? Darling?! Snö's ears tilted back and disappeared into the thickness of her mane. "Now look, asshat...." She hissed, the rest of his sentence falling on deaf ears. She had not heard much beyond darling and even though she had not given her name she would have thought him at the very least bright enough to not call her by such pleasantries. Obviously there was no light in the cavernous space between his ears. She was not his darling. She was nobody's darling. She never would be anyone's darling.
“Just thought you yourself shouldn’t be standing so close to the edge.”
Chestnut ears tilted forward and the mare snorted fiercely. "Are you threatening me?" Her voice was quiet as she spoke her question. Despite the quietness there was the promise of an immense amount of pain should he answer the question incorrectly. Every ounce of her wanted to pummel him into the snow and watch it turn crimson with his blood. She didn't care what ties he had, who he was, if he had a family, who would miss him. That mattered to her about as much as her own family mattered to her at that point.
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T H R A N D U I L Devil's son's got a gun
You might just want to run
She bugs out. Her eyes nearly looking to pop for her skull. A snicker is resisted. She cuts through is words, her rage flaring out in solar scale. Really, throwing insults now? Asshat wasn’t event hat original. The roan cold be more creative than that couldn’t she. Still, he still liked this more controlled and focused rage the mare showed. It actually gave him a few chills. Her glare, and solid stance were warnings he was pushing it too much, but the golden cared not. With bring her rage so high a feeling of control flowed through him, assurance bring superiority. The golden son was getting under skin, pulling the snake from the rock. All the more places to poke at it with a stick.
Still, he didn’t want this to get…consequential, and death tended to be very consequential. Her trembling body of rage stills once more. The twin horned head tilted slightly, curiosity weaving through those earth eyes. Oh, but the girl takes it the wrong way. Lips tug in a ‘you silly mare you’ smile. That mistake though as turn the girl into a literal ticking time bomb. It’s curious to watch, and the golden enjoys it for a moment. Yet, just as he did not plan to jump off any cliff today, neither did he want to detonate a female bomb.
Still smiling, the golden steps forward, lion like tail flicking at his heels in a calm paced tempo. Though he was enjoying their little chit-chat, he was getting a tinge bored at the repetitiveness of it all. Honestly, how many more ways could she come up with to threaten his golden hid. Not that he didn’t like threats. It showed you were a threat to speaker. Still, the golden had been seeking some, entertainment, and this conversation was during into a drag. “Fine I’ll call you what you are.” Cold wind blew through the two, but for once it didn’t make the golden hid shiver. “You mistake my good intentions, bitch.” There goes the last string of civility in this mess. A snicker rolls in his chest, but he must maintain his calm front. “I merely trying to protect you from yourself.” Won’t catch me doing that again though, the golden son grinned to himself.
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@[Snö]
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Snö held her ground as the golden stallion stupidly stepped closer to her. Her ears, once more, disappeared into the thickness of her white mane. Did he really not understand that she had no desire for him to be there? Was he really that dense? Her eyes narrowed and her muscles strained as she commanded herself to stay standing where she was instead of reacting in the violent manner that she so wanted to. The tension and anger that had built up in her momentarily disappeared when the stallion called her bitch. It certainly wasn't the first time that she had been called by that particular name. The first time she had been offended, but now she wore the name as a badge of honor. "Mistress bitch."
“I merely trying to protect you from yourself."
What? The varnished mare stared at the stallion as if he'd sprouted another head. "Protect me from myself?" She gave a short, mocking laugh. "Do you think you're some kind of knight in shining armor? You're nothing more than a fanciful idiot." Her weight shifted and she began to move so that she could be the one circling like the predator instead of him "I have no need of your protection." She was no danger to herself but if the foolish stallion kept pushing her she would be a danger to him.
Snö realized that she could turn around and walk away but she had been there first. He was the one that had interrupted her solitude with his stupid notion of chivalry. Her own sense of paranoia kept her from believing that the stallion had only good intentions. She had yet to meet one that didn't have some secret motive behind his actions. "Tsk. Does your act of chivalry often work out for you?" She questioned as she continued to move.
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T H R A N D U I L Color it green,
Color it pink,
All the pretty colors,
For when you holler,
Setting fireworks ablaze
This mare was just all out pissed. Like a honey badger crazy. Ready to knock up anyone who stepped up to plate. Honestly what was her problem? Part of it was him. Oh yeah. Assurance and humor returned. He was twisting her tighter and tighter. Sooner or later this little screw would strip out. Besides, this was getting dull. Honestly it was getting incredibly dull. Watching this mare’s hair stand up and claws come out had been fun, but every attempt to swing the conversation was not playing out. Damn, did she just want to stay this crazy bitchy forever? Apparently Mistress bitch did.
Then she goes into drugged up stare. Brow raises as she catches it all. As it sinks in. Surely she knew her death would leave him with rather, bloody hands. That most certainly was not on the agenda, even as entertaining as the attention would be. Then she spits at him. Insults fly and he talks them all with a grin. Now they were moving. The woman gets up and moves about him. Circling him. Trying his own methods on him. A grin raises to a smirk. The gold was humored watching her attempt to repeat him. The result wasn’t exactly the same though, he was more humored than scared.
The woman questions him, prods him. Teasing, and insulting. He chuckles low, “Chivalry and knighthood are a bit of stretch.” Earth eyes spark, he was enjoying this perhaps too much. A little too much for his safety. “You’d have to Queen Bitch for that. Sadly mistress won’t cut it.” Oh how those golden lids flash her a wink and lips curl in a smile. He wondered what shallow insults she’d throw next. Perhaps she’d even get creative. “Fine though, if you’d like to self-destruct, or jump off the cliff more power to you.” Vocals as smooth and sarcastic as hers. “I’ll be staying for the fireworks though.” Oh yes, he couldn’t miss something, anything blowing up.
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@[Snö]
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She wondered if he thought he was insulting her by telling her she wasn't Queen Bitch. All he was telling her was that she wasn't the biggest bitch in all of Helovia, which she had known already. Illynx and her own mother were farther up on that totem pole than she was. Still, the girl smiled, her blue eyes flashing as she gazed at the golden stallion. "Yes, I do suppose you're right." She mused. "It would be rude of me to take the title of "Queen Bitch" away from you, wouldn't it?" Her tail lashed against her hocks, betraying the calm facade that she had put on to so casually sling the insult at the stallion. She wanted very much to injure his ego and damage his masculinity. She supposed, however, that he would simply shrug it off and find yet another uncreative way to try and insult her.
He continued to talk and the more he talked the more she understood what was going through that acorn sized brain of his. "Oh my god." She said exasperatedly when she realized what he was getting at. "You really are stupid. Do you think every mare that wants a bit of solitude is looking to kill herself?" All the pent up anger she'd held seemed to disappear all at once and she began to laugh. "Of all the stupid, boneheaded assumptions this one really takes that cake!" Her life wasn't bad enough that she wanted to end it. The thought of doing it herself had never even crossed her mind. Of course she knew that it would happen one day, but she had goals to achieve before then. She had to make the world burn first.
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Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
T H R A N D U I L If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again.
Now this was more his speed. The girl smiles and delivers the lines she hopes will punch him in the gut and be a crushing insulting blow. Well, lucky for him those never were much trouble to slip out of. “Oh no bitch,” the golden smiles back at her. His own smooth looks matching hers. “…I simply go by, King.” A deep chuckle rumbles in his throat, and comes out shaking his head. This mare was quiet a piece of work, but at least the conversation was shifting. New material was coming forth, new enjoyments, and it was refreshing. As refreshing as having a conversation with a bitch can be.
Oh, but the threads twist and warp in her pretty little head. The more she speaks the gold, growing colder in the wind shifts and rolls his eyes towards her. This mare was just looking for something to yell at. Snorting as he waited for her own stupid, boneheaded assumptions to wrap up, the golden had just about enough from this crap for his good intentions. Wanting to play sometimes means you have to take away the ball. Perhaps if she got out of her ass-cycle she’d gain some sense. It was a little hope, and most likely hopeless, but you always did have to have hope. “My mistake.” Forgive him for giving even the slightest concern for your life, won’t happen again. That was all he had to say though. If had to be the first to break the string in this endless cycle, then so be it. He was, after all the bigger unicorn in this situation.
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@[Snö]
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