Two became one and one would become two. Seele thought that she would simply just kick The Empress out from her family did she? Well it simply would not do, within her mind chaos' mistress had been prepared for exactly this. The loyalty of a few would not have to be questioned, others may have to be persuaded. It was a daunting task for some, exciting of others. The Jester Queen had always been far too frightened to act, promote and attack. This was all about to change as The Blood Empress had taken control over The Asylum. The restraints would be lifted and finally they would calm the herd land they needed to because a proper family for once. She would not let the clown ruin the dream of becoming a family, she had picked power over love. Now The Empress would fix the mistakes of her past, mistake number one was rising the flow up as a queen. Disbanding The Asylum had removed Seele from power, gathering them here now would make Eris their Empress once again. Rather that asking them to serve for her she would rather do it with them. Corrupt, plot and scheme a new and better would for the ones that everyone knew as a band of crazies. "ASYLUM! GATHER PLEASE."

She stood in all her glory on the large, stone structure that stands on a circular slab. Her blue eyes trailed over the beautiful and colorful stained glass roof before lowing to study the rest of the structure. The floor captures the colors and shifts them, they twisted and blended into each other. Eris smiled slightly watching them. Long, flowing drapes line the entrances by the columns, seemingly untouched by time. The Empress stood between them, framed in their beauty. Wrought iron closures and veins of precious metal in the glass provide strength. A brook runs through the trees, just along the edge of this white-stone rotunda, an ancient location and example of unified herds.
Beautiful is the new home of the mad.

Hey everyone! This is to catch everyone up ICly.
Seele has kicked Eris and Circuta out from The Falls, in response to this Eris officially disbanded the group 'The Asylum'.
Only seeing as The Asylum is an outcast band, Eris is now reforming them in secret, reinstating herself as the Empress along with Circuta. This meeting is mutiny to gain IC support from our fellow members.
Posting here does not mean you have to give up your position in The Falls, posting here does mean that you are choosing to remain apart of The Asylum.
Please post by the first of June. Promotions and announcements to be made!
Please retain post order until all the information/promotions are out. Thank you!

ERIS

The Blood Empress

Akin to a scavenger, a buzzard at the odor of a promising feast— the Nightingale came; a single wolf among a brimming pack, a howl for the hunt to come wavering upon the breeze and infiltrating her harks, a signal, the assembling of the mad and the deranged, the gleaming illumination of Aristotle's thread amidst the thrall of a Labyrinth. She needn't deliver deductions and estimations for the purpose of the demand, nor presumptions at the timing, for only a day had passed since she had challenged the Jester to a duel and succumbed to bitter defeat (the heady concoction of ire and mortification at her loss still bubbles up inside her throat, sour and galling; although she could not rest assured it wasn't the leftover nausea from the abundance of gore and vital fluids that had surrounded her there on the beach, fluctuating beneath the Siberian grasp of death, the pins and needles that shuddered through her malleable frame, and the endeavor for her existence to endure another eve). The Asylum had not undergone a reunion in far, far too long, ever since the Necromancer had wielded control of the Hidden Falls, and with the tone of the shrill, yet eerie, girlish vocals she was almost certain it was the BloodEmpress, and not the clown-faced woman whom sat upon a throne of deceit. Indeed— unless the particular Jester had undergone a drastic surgery in the form of a pair of new lung's and a fresh gullet, it was not the strident German accent she had grown so accustomed to.

Even as enervation clouded her mind, still worn and wearied from her battle with the Queen, she pressed forth, the bruises across her sinew discoloured into a array of azure and turquoise, lavender and olive, whilst the lacerations and slices were flushed and scabbing, irked with even the most minute gust of wind. She had, however, cleansed herself in the stinging salt of the brine, and the embellished aroma of hyacinth wafted about her once more, instead of the assaulting odor of sweat, and freed from the cruor of the Jester staining her flesh. The Nightingale was not devoid of any of her former dignities, regardless of the lesions; they wouldn't be the Asylum if one of them wasn't injured or blanketed in a good dosing of someone else's life liquor, after all.
As she neared, catching sight of bisque and amber, vermilion and cardinal, the startling and salient cerulean spheres of the freckled woman she had come to adore as a sister (at the sight of her she wrangles back the overbearing dread and self-disgust at her failure in claiming the crown, shoves it behind a padded room, locked firm with a key— the Voice still reprimands her in the contours of her mind that she would not love a wreck, a disappointment) and gives her a meager smile, the liquid mulberry of her spheres dancing across the technicolour hues that wrap about the Empress, where she rests beneath the stained glass of the rotunda's roof, gliding across the clearing to take her place beside her, and ever so benevolently reaching to nuzzle her maw across her spine in acknowledgement, before turning to face where she believed the crowd of her kin would gather. "Yes," firm, but far from unaffectionate. "It is beyond time for us to gather once more."

Beside the bewitching and alluring waltz of hue across the Empress's frame, the silk banners that drape down to shield the woman's frame and the vibrant aureate of her sinew, coupled with the ocean's froth of her spheres, she decides that she feels quite inadequate— and that truly, this time, the sovereign looks more like a Goddess then ever, surrounded by the batches and bundles of prism akin light, whereas she is more of the meek incubus, as if she is lacking her former refinement and elegance by the scars that riddle her hide.
Indeed, she thinks, muling the warmhearted, yet self-lacking image about in her cranium. She was her technicolour Goddess of Anarchy— hers, and she her menial attendant.

And then she waits, straight in posture, impassive and detached, for her kin shall surely arrive soon, and with it, the horde of chaos they leave in their wake.


Apologies for the less then eloquent writing of this post. Half-asleep at the moment!

circuta & eris

Deception and perfection are wonderful traits
One will breed love, the other hate

Florabella

There was nothing threatening about the summons; another she had to perk her ears up in the comforting layer the Falls padded her thoughts with. Her ears strained to hear, and it was instinct to pull her out of the safety of the land towards another area she might have seen or not. She strained to hear a familiar voice, but she had to memorize many voices in case spoke in a transparent body. It was vaguely familiar. Enchanting, comforting. A reminder of family. It was nearly as comforting as the voice of Seele, but Seele's presence had been long absent in her little world. A woman on an island - isolated. Yet she felt some inch of the truth and shuddered; no doubt she wouldn't be alone in hearing the call.

She expected to see the Falls, but when she arrived, everything slowly pieced together. This wasn't herd land, was it? She pondered with confusion etched upon her face, but she became more weary once she only saw a few horses where the summons had pulled her towards. In spite of the foreign vision her eyes gave her to view, the scenery was magnificent. It was a wise choice to bring one such as her to a land teeming with life, but it had calmed her nerves down a slight bit in the company of strangers. She tilted her head, and scrutinized those whose scent was Falls and whose wasn't. The ones who weren't, had a slightly foreign, yet familiar one, which hid under the layers of muddy dirt and territorial one in secret.

The words were clearer one: Asylum. Her eyes widened in recognition of the name. One she had not heard in decades. Once being a part of it herself, or was she still attached in soul to the place that did not see her as strange? Regardless, she squinted and scouted in one place timidly. Expecting a familiar face to show up. None showed up for those few, impatient seconds and it almost felt her body would freeze over and turn into an equine-shaped rock. The paint said nothing for now. She had no patriotic call to ring through the region, after all.

do they see my many personalities

The world was a dark and dangerous place. It sucked up souls, and crushed them. It ate the innocence and turned it into a dark, dark matter. It seemed that no matter what Elsa did now, the world did not care. So here she was at the Rotunda, pondering life, pondering all the shit that no one cared about. It seemed it was too late to make the world care anymore. There was nothing anyone wanted, except power.

As if on cue, she heard a call for the Asylum. Why the hell is the Asylum meeting out here? She thought with venom. They had a perfectly good home, and a perfectly good life. So why in the world were they out here? Like any loyal subject, she trudged on, groggily looking at the group. Lots of familiar, yet unfamiliar faces. They came across her vision like a process of code, slowly waking her up. Eris had been the one that called. Blatantly, without a thought, Elsa moved a little towards the front. She was mildly fond of the ginger, but really only because she had walked away victorious from their last spar. "Where's Seele?" She grumbled, unamused and in just a rather irritated mood. Her blue eyes were reddened with the lack of sleep. However, it was a rather blunt question, why was the other leader not among them? Last time she heard, Seele and her were getting along like daisies. Shows how little Elsa knows.

Elsa looked again at the group, making sure she hadn't missed anyone. The faces and scents confusing her brain even more than it already was. "And where is Cashmere and Oxy?" In reality, those were the only true "friends" (if you could even call them that), that resided in the Asylum. The rest, like Midas, Abishia and others were not affiliated with their group of crazies. Grumpy, tired, and just utterly done with the world, Elsa quieted. Sometimes, the best thing to do was the shut up and listen. Obviously, there was a reason they were intruding on her terrible day.

"Talking"
[ooc:// just so everyone knows, elsa won't make her decision until she hears some information and such. :3]

Elsa

My little family and I had been rather peaceful - or it would've of course've been better with Destry around - when my bonded came with the news. It was just as any other day, we were just lazily grazing until we were full while my newborn was nibbling on my teats, right by the borders of our home with not a single trouble - except my first-born - on our minds. But Dezba changed the whole peaceful image of our family with three simple words.

'Circuta is gone.' Lazily, I rose my head slightly to look at the jaguar. 'What do you mean? She's always gone.' She shook her head and stared at me, not a single hint of humor in her bright eyes. 'Can't find her. No scent. Gone.' I raised a 'brow at her words, confused. "Well, where is she then?" My son looked over at me and tilted his head, but I didn't bother to try and explain something that I didn't even understand. 'Found trail. Out of Falls. Search?' More alert by the thought that Circuta was nowhere to be found, I rose my head high and turned to my son. "Take care of your sister. I'll be back in a few days." Slowly, I started to walk and as Cahira's head became visible again, I turned my head and bumped my maw against her forehead, which was still decorated with a small, white stump. "Stay with your brother, my love. I'll be back soon," I whispered before I kissed her forehead again and rose my head.

Three days later, I found myself wandering near the forest of the Ancient Rotunda, where we had found the two little fillies imprisoned. Dezba had said that this is where the trail got even stronger, but one may wonder why Circuta would be here. Why was her scent gone from the Falls in the first place? Was she on some strange mission that required her to disappear? "And where is Cashmere and Oxy?" That voice, I recognized that voice! It was one of my herd sisters. As I peeked between the foliage, I noticed several from the Hidden Falls. But most importantly, I recognized Circuta and Eris.

They stood next to each other between two long drapes of some unknown material and the roof above them was spectral, showering them in multiple colors. It... It was beautiful. I stepped forth out of the woods, Dezba by my side, and looked up on the two mares. "Circuta, Eris." I spoke, a slight tune of confusion in my voice. "Why have you disappeared from the Falls? Why are we ga..." 'Stop questioning. They tell.' I stopped mid-sentence and frowned at my jaguar. She always thought she knew best. But then again... Sometimes she did.

"Found a thin red line of madness."

'Dezba talking'
'Delinne thinking.'

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word count: 460
tags: (everyone probably knows when to post here)

Circuta’s friends were all going at once. I raise my head to watch their progression out, glancing down to Skýlos who looks to me with her raised browed, sweet expression of not knowing but being faintly concerned. One of my winged herd mates is in the sky and the others move by foot, the figure of Florabella in my line of vision which stirs a unique contrast of emotions within me; myself, the being that I have always known to be Cealestis, likes her, wants to call her a friend.

The other part wishes to hear her scream, if only to watch me writhe.

Since coming to this place, I have not trained as hard on the physical aspects of myself; I am growing older, more complacent, perhaps, but it is also for them that I do not work on my body and train instead my mind. It will not do in this place to assault at the whims of my blackened spirit, and so I must remain placid, harmless.

Dog is not so. She grows and grows, her weight nearly double what she seems, as if her bones are dense as stone. She is strong, swift, powerful; everything I once was while under the mad eye of my mother and her pets but never as cruel or unjust. It grows easier to overlook her flaws the longer we have together, though I still do not tolerate her foolishness – it seems, however, that she has figured this out.

And so we coexist, tethered together by ancient magic and held apart by that which curses my blood.

The others are going west, which is odd. I was under the impression that these people lived in the southeast, where the giant tree and the red water were, at least before they had come here to this serene haven. I wonder why it is they are leaving, or if they are coming back, and while I don’t truly wish to bother myself with the matters of these peasants and half breeds I begrudgingly admit to myself that following them is most likely imperative, if for no other reason than to be informed.

Skýlos barks, knowing that we’re going to go through the emotional wiring that bonds us. Her tail wags erratically behind her and her pink tongue lolls, always the sort to thrive among others where I grew bitter and withered. She’s excited, it pulses against me, beats against my desire to remain where I am.

I raise my wings quickly, a shhhck rising into the air as they reach full extension upwards, the initial thrust of their expanse bowing the grasses low and making Dog bolt forward with tail tucked to avoid their buffeting touch as my hooves propel me forward.

And I am flying, perfectly peaceful, for now. I follow the dark figures below that mark the kin of Circuta, my companion’s blip the most prominent to me than any other of these mostly strange people. Her enthusiasm ripples below as she bobs and ducks through the obstacles on the way, a blue bullet that is never more than ten feet behind my trajectory and seemingly tireless as a summer storm.

There, I think as Skýlos’ resounding storm of joy from below at having found them all confirms my guesses. Looping as I am prone, I scan for the nearest area to land, hooves meeting earth and a cloud of winter worn leaves rising in the dispersed air. Trotting forward a few steps as my speed slows and hooves remember the soil, my tail slashes the air behind me for balance as great, blue wings fold in towards my sides, pupiless eyes trained on the direction of the gathering and voices.

I keep up the trot as I pass through the few trees, a clearing revealed in the serene music of a brook where a rotunda stands.

I take a deep inhalation in, my heart swelling in my chest.

Skýlos was not so amused by the others. She had seen this, and knew how I would love it; almost as if proof, she is at my side, jumping idiotically – though for once I do not care.

What happened to this place? I wonder, for surely there was something greater here once than there was now. First the writing, the stories in the stone, and now this; a standing building, the fabric still clinging desperately to its last living days and rippling gently in the wind, such artistry in every inch of the structure.

I have come to a cursed land. It drives me to return to the caves when this is done, to continue to learn what might be told.

I want to know, and it’s the first thing I’ve cared about since I’ve come to this land aside from my darling sisters; a sudden realization, one made as I realize that Eris and Circuta are within the Rotunda and not the white faced Seele. Murmurs rise from the others around my dog and I while I only scowl, wondering what sort of mutiny this is and whether or not I should just leave now before I could be associated with it.

But Circuta was up there, the only hope I knew of; not that I’d really looked elsewhere for help. Perhaps I should have after the first season passed without a single whisper, but…

How can one know where someone is, without having been told?

They could be dead, for all I know.

And then… then what do I have, but the words of dead men carved into the walls of a hole?



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As much as I loved the meadow of thistle, I had to explore a little. The only places I had been to here in Helovia was afterall the Threshold, the desert known as Dragon's Throat and the meadow - but now I was on a little journey. A journey to the waters, the endless ocean which I had seen from above but never from ground level. But to get to the waters on the ground, I had to go through a lot of forest. And I didn't mean a little, I meant a lot. It was a bit dirty for me to be honest, it reminded me a bit too much of the life outside of this land and the filth I had to go through there. But I continued. I was a strong, independent girl no matter what the Queen had said - I was no weakling just because I didn't have my tattoo. As if I wanted the tattoo anyways. Rays of the sun was lighting up my surroundings, places which were normally darkened by the shadows of the tree crowns. I noticed as I walked that the foliage eased up a little and the trees got bolder, increasing in their sheer amount. Where was I going? "Why have you disappeared from the Falls? Why are we ga..." I stopped, frozen in position, and felt my heart starting to race in my dark chest. Who was out there? What was the Falls? And why in Heaven's name did the voice stop mid-sentence? Slowly and as quiet as I could, my cloven hooves brought my closer to the voice and I peeked through the thin foliage. And my heart almost failed me at that exact moment I peeked out. "C-C-Cea..." I mumbled, staring at the pegasus mare from my hidden position. Tears started to swell in my eyes, burning them and causing my vision to fail me. My sister. My sister was here. She was here. CEALESTIS WAS HERE! At first I almost jumped out of the bushes to attack-hug my sister, but then I realized that there was many others around her. Three horned ones, three equines and two pegasi of which one was my sister. One had both a horn and wings. Who were these? Was my sister a prisoner? A member? I swallowed a hard lump in my throat, blinked away the last few tears and stepped forth, carrying my silver wings close to my stocky bodice. I gazed upon the group with pale pupils, feeling my heart racing like a madman in my chest and the fear trying to take a hold of me. "Chairetó, Cealestis." I was facing my sister, who was accompanied by a simple dog. Had she ever liked dogs? It was probably just my memory failing me again. Maybe she had liked dogs, but I sure knew that she would like me better. Right? "Adelfí, I finally found you," The words were but a whisper and this time, I couldn't hold back my tears even for Queen and country. I had found my sister. She was safe. But where were the rest? "Talking." tags // - wordcount // 519 ooc // Permission from Aeolle to jump in. Antiope will join the Asylum as a nurse if allowed. Chairetó = Hello Adelfí = Sister