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Erebos Posts: 474
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#1
EREBOS
Idle, listless, languid regards held no substance to the lithe, little demon, with his eyes anointed to the heavens and his limbs carving over the chthonic rime. With his lesson’s done for the day, his mother’s wise, scholarly heart sketching over the roughened ruins of seasons gone by, Erebos chased after nothing and everything, a swift wanderer harkening over his heritage. The cool surface of the Arch, as if untouched by summer’s warm, crisp dew and daunting opus, grasped and clenched secrets, and the eager determination of a colt to uncover these drew heady and audacious, springing through his steps as frost and verglas stroked, embraced, his willowy contortions. He could hear the rush of the ocean curling around the glaciers, icebergs with their jagged surface and conspiring fathoms bellowing empty, unholy silence, and he peaked over several edges, staring down into the mouth of aloof treachery. He’d wanted to practice skimming upon the surface of the sea, walking in some holy rite, leaping over bounds of swells and keening with the gulls’ outcries, to trace and touch and dance along the salty brine; but even the bold prince knew which fringes of danger were worthy to cross, and which would seize, possess, and devour him before his screams echoed over the ramparts – his hooves dragged him away from the precipice. He traveled further, thrust one foreleg through snow and watched as it flew into the air, landing softly elsewhere with no one to throw it back. At some fixture, as the sun rose higher into the sky and beamed down along the icy slopes and tinted tundra, he began to descend, and not to be outdone by the thickened textures of slippery ravines or testy crevasses, his frame proceeded very slowly along the frigid veneer. A slight sigh tumbled through him as he lifted his cranium and felt the chilling wind ghost through his tendrils, his composition, as if he was naught but a small blemish on the Gods’ mountains, rolling hills and intangible stone, a crack in the veil, empty, hollowed, worthless bracken stumbling about their vast threshold. Only thereafter, as his gaze landed elsewhere, vexed and irritated by his ineffectual and fruitless journey, did he notice caverns cut into the glaze: wide, open, daring fledglings to explore its vast roots and sunken, gaunt pits. The rush of daring emboldened him again, and he wondered if his wandering was going to be meaningless after all.

Heart hammering through his chest, either through valor or sheer ineptitude, he chose a segment of aperture wide enough for many a creature, monsters, unicorns, kraken and leviathans spouting from the waters, and as he stood within its encompassing entrance, he felt very small, trapped within the mouth of an ice giant, consumed. A tremulous misgiving wove through his mind as the scion’s eyes coasted and trickled along the hall, but the vivid light beat it back as sunbeams rankled over crystals and glittered, illuminated and tinted the abyss, the chasm, in bright, inviting color. A trick? A ruse? Was he being played, beckoned and called into the grasp of titans, behemoths, and colossuses? Or were there jewels to be snatched, crowns to be worn, and treasures to be raided? The child’s mouth twisted into uncertainty, before he sketched out one great bellow into the cerulean pit. “Hello!” His ears twisted as he listened to it bounce back and forth, ricochet off the walls first in gallant, effortless mimicry, then die off and grow steadily quieter, fading off into the dimmer outcrops. The echoing cries of his foolish voice gave forth the notion that he wasn’t alone after all, and he took one mighty, spirited step forward into the belly of the ice beast.

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#2


athenä
look who just walked into the room

She was a mover, never wanting to stay in one place too long. Dreams carry her sturdy growing ivory limbs into directions of the unknown, she felt as if she was getting bigger by the second, minute, hour- when you were a child time wasn’t an issue; it was a curse. You would never be an adult fast enough. Slowly however even in her youth she was filling out her baby fat into muscle, her daily bursts of energy and exercise toning her bubbly rump. Her once choppy vocabulary had become smoother, only struggling with new unknown words or objects. A proud unicorn daughter of a legend, she bounds about proudly with a spark amulet from her father around her neck; as it finally no longer dangled between her legs but upon her painted breast. Often she thought of her mother and father; of her twin how she misses dearly; even if he was a jerk. Their week together had been bliss; 'Why did you have to leave Ares.' She thought, violet eyes gazing upon the alabaster horizon. Wondering if perhaps, that is where they could have gone- through a mountain of white, glinting from the summer cascade; she just had to know. Giving a glance back to Kiara, the kind angel who had taken her in, nurtured her- offering a soft hidden frown while glancing at her step siblings. They too, were unicorns and she was very thankful to have them in her life, but she needed to turn over every mountain, to find home.

A gentle sigh ruffled through her flared nostrils as she turned away, setting off in a brisk trot into the direction of the strange white substance in the distance. It would take her a while to get there; but it would be well worth the prize.

Chest heaving, as it seems her heart would surly beat from its wired veins and thrust through her chest; she stood at the base, steam rolling from her lips and for the moment she remained perplexed, curious, intrigued; a single cream hoof touched the powder as a chill shivers through her bones. 'That’s Cold!' She thought to herself as lobes twisted back against her obsidian crown in hesitation, leg arching up and revealing the hoof print in the snow. Toned tiara turned and gazed up the slope of the mountain, eyes resting upon the glinting ice caverns in the distance. She had come too far to now to turn back; and so she exhaled and took a deep breath before leaping into the drifted white dust that coated the floor. Eyes alight with shock as a gasp forced from her lungs, hoping around like a jackrabbit as she experienced snow for the first time. Hello! Hello-hello-hello-o All motions stopped, as she stood alert, cupped lobes pointed erect and bounced back and forth with the echoing sounds. It sounded as if many voices were dancing upon the wind, as if holding a conversation with the earth they bounced back and forth, each time softer than the time before. How many where there? "Hello?" She didn’t yell, but whispered nearly- as if to question her motive; perhaps she should have just stayed home. Continuing upon the side of the mountain, she saw a dark figure in the distance; and behind them a glittering arch of deadly ice picks pointing to the earth, as if to reach down and beg your touch. Excited to see someone new, and of her age she pranced forth, amulet bouncing with her stride.

"Hi!" She shouted with excitement, before listening to her voice play off the walls and the crystal caves; it caught her off guard for a moment, as she gazed into the blackness before her, nearly walking past the colt she just met. Violet eyes turned to gaze upon the fellow child- his structure was a little different, but he looked strange His hooves, cracked down the middle, and his tail was naked, except for the tip; but at least he had a stick.

She collected herself, and smiled before bluntly asking a question. "What happened to your tail, its naked." She asked kindly, before rounding about behind him, inspecting it her violet eyes glinting the reflection of the ice as she gazed between his hooves and tail.


"Talking."
'Thinking.'
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#3
Adelric
The half-child was growing stronger each day, rising to the challenges that life had faced him with, growing braver in his explorations of the world. He was curious, inquisitive, an academic stuck in a child's body. There was so much to learn, to know, to understand. How could he ever take it all in? Would there ever be enough hours in the day or days in the week? The child, though only several months old, felt like an entire lifetime had passed him by already. How many moments had he wasted when he could have been thinking, cataloging, categorizing... Time was endless but the child was determined to make the most of what he had.

Today, as with many other days, was spent noticing the minute differences between the flora of the falls. Today he chose the mosses growing on the rocks to inspect and differentiate. Colors- some red, some green. Smell- most earthy, but some danker. Taste... no, better not. But looks, texture, how and where they grew, whether they seemed moist or dry. All of it was interesting to the half-child, or at least it was, until his eyes would inevitably wander back to the softly glowing yellow orb that had been gifted to him by the strange CARPENTER several days past. He had stared at it for days on end, and yet it never seemed to make more sense to him. Why had he, the inadequate he, been gifted with this stunning gift from the gods? And, along those lines, what exactly did this gift do? He had spoken to it, hummed to it, told it stories, rolled it along the ground, let it rest in both the light and the shadow, got it wet, kept it dry... nothing seemed to change it. It was a stoic masterpiece, retaining its integrity despite the half-child's desperate tries to open the Pandora's box of mystery.

But whatever mystery he might be able to pry from it today would have to wait. His ears heard the woods crackling with motion and he turned just in time to see Athena move away. As he always did with either of his sisters, the curious Adelric needed to know where she was off to. Gathering up his orb in the moss sling he had made for it, he traveled after her. He had tried to keep the orb hidden and secret in order to prevent her from being upset that he had won their game of chase across the moat, but he felt in his heart that he couldn't just leave it behind. For a moment, he half-halted, considering leaving it behind so that she might not be upset by its presence, but it was no question. The CARPENTER had demanded he watch it with his life, and so he would, by some odd sense of responsibility to a man he had met once and never seen again.

Following after his sister, hopefully (though not likely) at a discrete distance, the half-child is bombarded by new sensations. Cold, white stuff on his hooves; glittering, hard vines hanging down from rocks (icicles, as he will come to find out eventually); a chill in the wind that he has never felt before. He is overwhelmed with sensations and he almost freezes in place out of over-stimulation when a voice catches his attention. Hello-hello-ello... The voice is oddly hollow and yet... “Er-uh-ro!” With his mouthful of moss, he chases after his step-sister, caught between his excitement to see his friend, a desire to not seem too excited so that he doesn't come off as that over-attached weirdo, and a wish to let Athena take the lead so that she will feel superior to him and therefore like him.

Digging out a patch of snow, since it didn't seem like his glowing orb liked the shadows too much when he was doing his experiments, he sets it on its bed of moss on the ground and then smiles stupidly at Erebos. “Is this your home?!” Of course he has a million other questions too, but he tries to keep them at bay for now, trying to restrain himself, prevent himself from overwhelming his long-lost friend entirely. It is hard for him, though, because the night phoenix is the epitome of wholeness and someday... someday the half-child hopes that he too can be whole. In fact, so enamored he is with his refound friend, he does not even notice that his yellow orb has begun to, just ever so mildly (barely the whisper of a movement), begun to shift on its own.

OOC| OMG, I'm so sorry for rambling, he wouldn't shutup.
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#4
Zünden
The stormy girl had deiced to grace her family with her cocky presence. Her family had grown by one more a horned filly a little younger than herself. She turned her different colored eyes towards her new sister. She was black and wait, plain in the blanketed and wire colored pelted filly's opinion. Snorting she moved off a little to graze pulling up thick chunks of grass. She chewed lazily gazing around with her bright green and sunny yellow eyes. She turned her bright gaze just in time to see her brother disappear into woods. Her strong star marked brow furrowed slightly as she looked around for her new sister. She had yet to speak to the filly and didn't even know her name, the filly was gone too. 'Hmm, better follow.' Heaving a sigh she pulled up some more green grass before following after them at a leisurely walk. The black splashed white paint was to small to fight and Adel, oh Adel would rather study danger than fight it. It was up to her to protect them both, even if she was sure there was other things much more interesting than whatever they were doing.

The storm filly was more into fighting and looking for her father than anything else. The half-blood was hardly ever home since she had met the grey mare and Caneo. An unhappy smile crossed her horned face, there was so odd feeling between her and the pearly stud. When he was around she felt like she could fly or at least flutter off the ground. These kinds of feelings had no place with the fighter she longed to be. Shaking her oddly horned head the filly picked up the pace as the sound of voices were carried to her on the coldest breeze she had ever felt. White crunchy stuff under her sharp foal hooves almost sent her into a joyous run. The cold and crunchy stuff had her feeling like a real foal should and she didn't like it.

She happened across everyone just in time to hear her sister's words about a naked tail. Snorting she paused outside the cave a little way off from the rest, hopefully out of sight. Sucking in the fridge air the filly could tell that there was another here, clearly there had to be since the black and white filly had spoken of a naked tail. Curiosity drew her out of hiding and towards the cave. She stood at the back of the small pack of foals listening to Adel. As he spoke she sized up the black colt in front of them. Now she understood the naked thing, his hooves were split as well. Mix matched eyes narrowed slightly as she looked him over, he had a long black horn, but not nearly as cool as her own battering ram spiked daggers. The filly was quite proud of her horns, they were unique only to her.

As she stood silently behind her brother a mischievous feeling tickled her body and she reached out trying to go unnoticed by her bay blanketed brother, and whispered in as deep a voice she could muster, "What do you think you're doing children?!" She listened as her own mock creepy voice pinged back and forth on the walls before whispering into the crystal cavern. It was the first time she had ever seen real ice, it was marvelous. Bright, and dark at the same time, it held some eerie dangerous quality to it. Tearing her eyes from the sparkling walls she gazed over the foals before her drawing her body up higher, inflating like a toad.

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nickel
#5

Each day was a new adventure waiting to happen and the brindled colt was eager to take each new challenge head on. Much had been seen in the last couple weeks but regardless what he had encountered the day before there was always something new to see. While his last journey had not been his best idea in the world he hoped that today would make up for it. Traveling north from his home he headed up into the unknown excitement bubbling inside for what may lay in store. The further that he traveled the colder things seemed to get making him tuck his wings in closer to his frame for the warmth of his downy feathers. With each breath he was fascinated to discover that he could actually see his breath up here! Living down within the Edge he had never experienced something so neat, perhaps it was from the white fluffy stuff littered across the ground he mused.

Kicking up his heels just for fun he cantered forward a number of steps before voices seemed to echo from every direction. Looking around in confusion he tried to figure out where they were coming from? Trotting forward a small group finally came into sight making a grin cross his face. People!! And they were his size!! So far on his adventures he had yet to come across many others around his age so this was a pleasant surprise indeed. Flicking his tail in delight he approached studying each of the trio with keen interest, no wait there were four! All had strange sticks or something coming out of their heads but then he caught sight of the black colt's tail..or was it a tail? "Hello!" He called as he reached the gathering perking his ears forward as his voice echoed back at him.

"What do you think you're doing children?!" Looking to the filly who spoke he couldn't help but think that she was a little strange. Horns grew from her head making him think of a deer, where did she get those from he wondered. Children? She didn't look much older than the rest of them yet she sounded as if she was mimicking one of the adults. As his gaze turned back to the others he recognized the bay spotted one from his encounter with the lava mare. He really didn't like her much after what she had said to him but she seemed to have taken a liking to him for she gave him the shiny orb. Mild jealously simmered below the surface before he pushed it away, it was not this colts fault. "I'm Aeolus, Who are you? He finally questioned directing it to everyone with a friendly smile.



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Erebos Posts: 474
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#6
EREBOS
He wasn’t alone for long, basking in the heathen textures, the gaping maw, the swallowing, icicle jaws of the icy palace, for no sooner had his voice echoed off of the treacherous walls did another endure the same heavy doldrums. Excitement, not like his, too high, too bubbly, ricocheted and assaulted, tangling over the rubble of his reverberation, bouncing it away with the escalation of merriment. Admittedly, he was a little shocked the vocals pitching from the barbaric barriers and pernicious partitions were not of his own doing, and he struggled to hide the sudden surprise lurking in his rapidly beating heart, in the widening of his gaze. The lithe lad, with his lanky contortions and ever-growing structure, swiveled towards the sound and met the painted frame of a belle, brandishing a sword, a rapier (and he thought about Adelric and their epic cutlass-wielding skills, wondered if she could partake in the same actions, one day puncture and maim, rip and ensnare), and a lavender stare (very bright, reminding him of various wildflowers sprinkled over the fields). She was also frank, candid, and direct, which the little cretin could endure; he often prescribed the same gestures, bold and audacious, extending and brandishing unadorned folly and intrigue. “Hello!” He bellowed back to her in return, listened for the outcry leaping off the chambers, then, quite curiously, eyed their tails as she gestured at their differences. Sure enough, as he glanced back and forth between the two, while his, and many others within his herd, held leonine traits, slinking, serpentine, feline distortions, hers did not, merely elongated tassels matching her mane. Was she mocking him for being divergent from her, or just identifying opposing factors? He shrugged, enjoying his a bit better, as it held a predacious feel, as though he were a carnivore hunting, stalking, hiding in deep thickets and bulrushes as his prey roamed listlessly, ignorant and inept – and he asked her the same query with a tilted head and noble brow. “What happened to yours?”

Unfortunately for the dame, his attention was drawn almost immediately to another approaching – this one so wonderfully familiar, and a rush of excitement built over his frenetic, feverish whims, and almost forgetting the flicka altogether, he clambered towards Adelric. Careful not to slip over the rime and frost littered along the snowy embankment, he was drawn, sketched, entranced towards the spotted lad and the strange glowing object in his mouth. He ceased and paused in his movement merely to gape and stare at the luminescent fixture, because it wasn’t every day that something beamed like the sun and was carried in his friend’s maw; his childish, curious questions flooded over his mind like an unending stream. Was it powerful? What could it do? Was it a container of the Gods, some ambrosial artifact his mother had spoken of, granted to the worthy (and surely Adelric would be, compassionate, caring, and friendly)? His stare held, riveted, fascinated by the object, and followed its path to a nearby bed of moss, distractedly answering the other boy’s inquiry. “Oh, I live on the other side of this mountain.” Preoccupied, he inclined his head in the direction of the Basin, pride forgone for the sake of knowledge. Still rampantly imploring the radiant orb’s containments, he stepped closer, watching as it made the vaguest movement and motion, and the words tumbled out of his mouth before he had the opportunity to stop them. “Adelric – what is that?” His voice was a mixture of allure and reverence, and he paused in his meticulous study to glance upwards to his companion’s mismatched eyes. “I think it’s moving!” A grand smile played over his mouth, and gingerly he hoped he’d get to see if it hatched, or erupted, or flared out of its gilded shell, but a loud, booming voice pulsed back over the horizon, and his thoughts were interrupted by its chaotic shambles. Lifting his princely cranium, Erebos furrowed his brow, because what if he missed a crack in the sphere’s outline due to this newcomer, and stared at the stranger arriving in the frozen midst.

Now, her horns were interesting. It seemed in a fluttering matter of moments, he was presented with an enormous amount of intriguing subjects, and his poor mind was occupied with too many distractions, too many labyrinths, struggling to settle upon some singular notion. The filly bounding towards them, scolding and laughing, reminded him of Adelric (the eyes, the marking wired around her leg), but that saber was something else altogether. It didn’t cut from her brow as the other dame’s, his, or even Adelric’s, but stuck out from the side, and he pondered over their use in battle (a spear from the fringe, but never the front?), if they could batter instead of slice. However, in response to her mocking, creepy attempt at some adult-like humor, he inclined his head to the right and merely stared, brow arched, lip curled in a roguish manner as she seemed to inflate and amplify her figure. “What are you doing?” The final suspension, intervention, intrusion (goodness, weren’t there a lot of them bounding across the ice!), came quickly thereafter, floating and fluttering on friendly hellos (so Erebos liked him instantly), winged and horned with a particularly nice gray pattern, exchanging introductions amidst the gaggling bunch of rioting foals. Heaving a singular breath, watching it puff out in curling waves over the icy brink of delusion and destruction, the imp roamed closer (but not too far away from that particular glowing device), because he liked the boy’s feathers, and partook in submitting his name into the fray initiated by Aeolus. “I’m Erebos!”

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Adelric
The half-child cannot deny his joy as Erebos glides towards him, greeting him as excitedly as it seemed Adelric was as well. At the mention of the mountain, the half-child turns his head to observe it and nearly gasps aloud at the grandeur that he had hardly noticed. It is beautiful, snow-capped even in the summer heat, and Adelric's mind instinctively begins categorizing what he is seeing before him. So this hulking mountain, or at least what lays beyond, is the Aurora Basin that Erebeos had spoken of. Adelric smiles to have finally found the location that is his friend's home. He goes to thank Athena and answer the Night Phoenix, but before he can he is distracted.

The affected voice of his sister sends the boy jumping slightly and he skitters to the side only to laugh at seeing it is her and to hear Erebos' bold response. Truth be told the half-child, here in this frozen wasteland, finds himself rather happy that his twin sister has followed him here. Though he will never admit to fear in her presence, he always feels safer with wild Zunden there to protect him. He can be brave in her presence, because she gives him strength. He needs her in a way that he cannot exactly explain, but that he can feel in his very soul. So, despite the fact that she has frightened him in this moment, he still smiles at her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Zunden!” he cries out happily, his tail whisking back and forth in gentle amusement.

But his happiness at the arrival of his sister is muted upon the arrival of a new, brindle colt. Instinctively, the half-child steps between Aeolus and the egg, leaving room for Erebos to continue his inspection, but unsure of this new stranger and concerned for the safety of the object that had been gifted to him. He trusts the rest of them inherently, but Aeolus is new and therefore concerning. Also, Aeolus is different. And though Adelric has not been introduced to the ideas of racism, he has never really inspected anyone with wings up close. It is strange and his curious mind was set to thinking and whirling, looking between Erebos and Zunden to see what they thought. His mind drifts back briefly to the conversation with Erebos and reminds himself that he should not wish for wings because it will mean leaving his family. Regardless, as he always seeks acceptance from others, he calls back, “Hello, I'm Adelric.” Still, his voice is cautious.

At any rate, he returns his attention to Erebos for the moment and answers him at last. “I don't know what it is. It was given to me after I solved a puzzle.” Then, glancing to Athena, he adds on. “Athena was much more creative, though,” giving her credit that might not exactly be due. Now, about the movement that Erebos had noted, Adelric returns his gaze to the egg. Surprisingly, he finds that it is doing exactly as the Night Phoenix has said (of course!).

The gentle tilting movement of the egg becomes more insistent, more violent, and Adelric's ears fall back to his ears in confusion. “What's it doing!?” he exclaims, his voice almost in a panic. But his panic cannot save his beloved egg and the thing begins to crack. “Oh no, I was supposed to protect it,” he cries then, pacing back and forth as he watches it, unsure of what to do and almost ready to fall to tears about it. He has failed the CARPENTER, failed him miserably- he should not have been trusted with such as task. He is not worthy of it at all.

But something changes entirely when the egg all but shatters, revealing a small fawn that had been encapsulated within, and Adelric's mind is invaded with the presence of another. He gasps aloud, shocked into silence and stillness.


@[Aeolus]- Nickel, please don't tag me. Candy, sorry to post before you as I saw you said you were going to catch up, but I'm headed out of town for a few days coming up so I wanted to get my post out.
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Erebos Posts: 474
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#8
EREBOS
The little beast didn’t notice the particular drone of silence, the slithering, wafting discord from foal to foal, creature to creature, intertwining his attention back upon the thrashing orb Adelric had brought, clutched, and protected. Curiosity, an unending, constant flame, lingered along the throes of his archaic, indulgent intrigue, questioning, plotting, while twisting his eyes back and forth as the egg careened and flailed. What was contained inside? Was it something strong, chaotic, rumbling its distaste at its shelled home? Was it a monster, dragged from crypt to crypt, immersed in spell to spell, drowned and thrown by a neighboring, eldritch wand? Was it a gift from the heavens, blessing Adelric with his good fortune and kindness? Suddenly, he felt quite compelled to have his own, clutch it in the palm of his boldness, of his audacity, watch and witness, guard and hold, the sanctity of something foreign, unknown, labyrinthine and enigmatic. He listened, tilting an ear towards his friend, regarding the nature of his ability to snag this heavenly bounty, solving a puzzle, but unaware of what it was. Maybe Erebos could solve a rune one day and be handed an illustrious gift, patrol, shield, and defend until it reached maturity – was that what the thing curled inside was doing now, struggling to be freed from its clutches? Excited, poised to spring or simply stare, the colt’s gaze never failed to waver from the threshold, a co-conspirator as the outer layer began to crack and fray (sadly, there was no incineration or explosion to mark the event), revealing more and more in the item’s erratic movements. The lithe prince sidled a little closer, as if it were a secret between Adelric and himself, kept and held under lock and key, afraid someone else would untangle the riddle and conundrum he so longed to decipher. But his friend bends to a worrying stint as the egg threatened to completely shatter, and Poseidon’s scion, Cinnorou’s blessed kin, with little information to go on, attempted to soothe the patchwork frailties. “I think its okay…”

Then, the moment seemed to arrive, bursting and foaming with mere fanfare and precious predilection. A dawning revelation sunk and slept within its former crater; not a behemoth, not a titan, not a rugged, smoldering glimpse of evil or melancholy, but a tiny deer-like character, awakening within the world, burdened with resolute purpose. Backing away, ensuring Adelric had the right glimpse, the ability and space to form some bond or snare with the nestled babe, Erebos gaped in wonder, repeating nearly the same query as before, yearning to gain more answers, more insight, than mere observations permitted. “What is it?” Then, with an eager, emboldened smile, he utilized his maw to pat Adelric upon the shoulder, a reception for the newly begotten. “Congratulations! Looks like you did a good job protecting it.” He winked, as if he’d never have any doubts over his companion’s blackguard abilities, chasing it with another inquiry, mind hastening and swarming with a collection of them, eager to drown in divulgences. “What’re you going to call it?”


[All right gang, been nearly a month since anyone replied so I moved on. If you'd like to continue, please do so. If not, I can stay here for the character development. XD]
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#9
Adelric
Thank goodness for friends, for in the moment it is only Erebos' gentle assurance that keeps the half-child from entirely resorting to tears. But just as his friend has been there for him in the face of blood, he is there for him in the face of this new tribuation. And tribulation it is, for the half-child finds himself all but entirely changed in the instant that it took the egg to hatch and reveal a buck fawn. His mind becomes... vast, but not vast with a sense of fullness. Vast with a sense of wideness, of distance. His mind is infiltrated, absorbed, melded. It takes but an instant for the buck fawn to take his first breath, but this dance and clash of minds seems to take eternity.

And yet, despite the foreign nature of this other mind touching and becoming one with his own, Adelric does not feel assaulted or unnerved. He feels exhilarated. Slowly, the half-child lowers his nose down, dares to touch the buck fawn on his head. It must be this deer that has brought this wide openness to his mind, but how it has occurred he cannot say. He had never considered that the panther that followed his mother was anything more than a sort of unnatural pet that seemed to understand the language of the deer. Now, it occurs to him, that his mother's mind must be as endless as his own has become. Is this what makes her so sorrowful all of the time? No, he cannot believe that. There is nothing sad in this connection that has formed. In fact, as his nose touches the fawn's head, he feels an emotion from this other mind that he can only compare to that which he feels for his twin. It is love, but it is so much more than that.

“He's in my head,” Adelric responds distantly to the question that his only true friend has asked him, drawing him back to reality after his eyes had seemed to glaze over in his exploration of this new mind. It is his friend's touch that finally awakens him entirely, letting him smile as he raises his gaze to the midnight eyes of the night phoenix. “I guess I did,” he says as he chuckles with some laughter, chasing off the childish concern that had plagued him upon the egg's cracking and destruction. Mother had never said how her bond with the panther had come about, but now he must think to find her and ask about it. She will know more about this than he does and he is immediately curious about the implications of this connection.

Another query follows and the half-child surprises even himself when he answers without hesitation. “Tobias.” He does not know where the name has come from, or why he has chosen in, but the fawn seems happy with the choice, evidenced by the child-like laughter that bubbles through the tenuous strands that connect them. “I can feel his feelings,” he adds finally, circling back to the original comment he has made, curious eyes looking towards Erebos for his account of this strange occurrence. Absently, the half-child lowers his nose back to the fawn's side but he is careful to leave enough room for the midnight prince to inspect as well. Adelric trusts him entirely and the fawn, as of yet, does not seem interested or able to rise and move about.
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Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#10
EREBOS
The fascination was never-ending, a constant balance of curiosity and information, locked and corded off for another moment of increased speculation; he wanted to devour and consume it all, figure out the eternal, spellbinding conundrums, he yearned to have something in his head too, to speak and listen to, and he was left to wonder, to stare, to draw unrelenting conclusions to Adelric’s information. How did the beast become intertwined so intimately, so completely, into his friend? How did they bond? How did they link together – he hadn’t seen a thing except the little fawn crack out of its shell, burst into life – had he missed their entwining? And then, another inquiry, deeper and untouched, began to flicker and flare: could he acquire something like Tobias too? Or did he have to be special, more worthy, merited and talented, like Adelric solving his puzzle? His brow contorted in bewilderment, but the zealous mind raced, untarnished and unafraid, drawn into untamed vestiges, where the nefarious, the deceitful, the courageous notions stirred desires, thriving despite the lack of clarifications. One day, he promised himself, a king of declarations and assurances, he’d be able to have a creature warranted to him and him alone, sharing trivial manners and war strategies, laughing and chuckling over the newest joke, tumbling through adventures of the mundane, of the grand, of the obsolete. Gingerly, quietly, suddenly without his usual, fierce exuberance, perhaps for fear of frightening the newly born or being driven into polite corridors, he whispered a cordial greeting, the second coming of a worthy herald. “Hello Tobias.” He lowered himself to the ground, tucking and curling his limbs beneath his blue frame, increasing his study and examination from a similar vantage point, gazing upon the little deer that would one day, undoubtedly (for Erebos held a firm conviction and belief in Adelric), grow massive, strong, capable of wielding pointed horns and defending his comrade, bounding into battle, bellowing along boundaries, and he smiled again. The images were nice, inviting, an alluring invitation into brighter futures of warriors and artisans, cloaked in daggers and emboldened scars; Adelric the chief of gentle natures and hidden talents. I can feel his feelings - shared thoughts, linking and segmenting, joining and melding, molding and sculpting through their journeys together. He thought they made a wondrous picture, a boy and his fawn, and flicked his narrowed gaze from deer to lad. “What does he say?”
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#11
Adelric
“Nothing,” he responds immediately, watching his friend who has curled up on the ground to inspect the deer from lower. Indeed, Adelric would love to curl himself upon the ground as well, to cuddle close to the cervid, but dangers still linger near (primarily Aeolus) and he will not put this little creature in danger. “But he likes you, I can tell.” Or is that him projecting, giving his own feelings to the deer and then having them returned to him? Or, alternately, is it that the deer can read Adelric and know that Erebos poses no harm? Adelric is curious about the implication and his mind immediately begins to whirl with wondering if Tobias was born with a personality of his own or if his personality became dependent upon Adelric’s from the moment that the deer was born and the two were linked, minds swirling together, performing a dance as ancient as time itself.

It did not occur to the half-child that the deer would have been privy to these musings, though, so when he receives a whirl of confusion in his head that is not born of his own heart and soul, he can’t help but smile. The deer must have some personality of his own, if he can be confused by the half-child’s thoughts and musings. Perhaps it is a little bit of both- that the deer had his own personality but that it is melded by Adelric’s thoughts and wonders. The half-child will have to further explore these ideas, for the deer’s mind seems too young now to have a meaningful conversation about these topics.

For a moment, his eyes drift to look down the long darkness of the cave, with mysteries deep inside of it, but a bleat from the cervid draws Adelric’s eyes back to him, looking to him as he almost seems to smile with amusement at having made noise in the general direction of Erebos’ face. Slowly, Tobias begins to rise, or tries to. The process is slow and cumbersome at best, but Adelric encourages the beast through their bond, believing that he can find the strength to rise. “Do you know anything about this?” he asks Erebos then, sure that his friend will have information that he does not. And it is information and help that he needs, for the half-child certainly knows nothing about caring for a companion. Where should he even start?
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
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#12
EREBOS
Excitement pulsed, radiant, enlightened, enlivened, given freedom and reigning supreme in the child’s veins; a steady beat of intellectual life carved and resurfacing, too bold, too audacious, and too valiant to be smothered and dimmed. Like everything thus far in his short life, the young lord grasped hold and clenched firmly on the designs of sagacity, roaming and unfurling through the vestiges of perception and rationale. While Adelric served as an agent of information, a merchant of wisdom, a vessel and container of musings, the lithe scion was free to observe, witness, and stoke the fine webs of knowledge, feeding, imagining, and brewing upon the riveting pieces of gathered, collected nuances and sentiments. A spark, an inferno, a blue flame dancing in the chilling wind, forgetting and forgoing all other essences of life, puzzling over the tribulations and trials of Tobias and his wonderful existence, stared from his prior pose on the glacier floor, features only shifting to glance towards comrade or deer. Though his rapier brethren claimed the new babe said nothing, something clearly made a mark, a niche, in his skull: for the fawn liked him, Erebos, gangly princeling and intrepid, undaunted beast of the north. The notion startled him for just a moment, mouth closing in the subtle graces of a creature acknowledged by another, pleased, content, elated, and thrilled to be recognized as a friend of a friend. His smile only grew, widened, lengthened in measure, long, leonine tail swishing in a youth’s idle, simple joy, pausing to gaze up at Adelric and his unwavering fortitude. “He does?” Then, with wild abandon, he awarded the bundled, struggling cervine a zealous, ardent outcry, passionate truth without the specious, spurious deceit of too many other babes lost in the outcrops of fallen empires and damned pinnacles. “I like him too!”

But his confidante stumbled into another unknown topic, and Erebos was left to wallow in his own ignorance once more. His brow furrowed, his mind swam, and the contemplations could be seen across his juvenile features, catching angles and passing thoughts, puttering and muttering over the ruins and trials they were doomed to meet. Neither his mother or father had a bonded of their own, and he’d yet to inquire Loth about her beautiful, ivory raven; his experiences with companions were sorely lacking, admiring from distances and stumbling through sullen curiosities, and with only the bare bones of understanding and comprehension, he was forced to play the fool. It was not a position he enjoyed. “No, not really. I haven’t met many of these guys.” The idle trappings in his core fueled and fermented, stole and absconded, and he revealed the only cards he had to offer, drawing his inquisitive gaze back to Adelric, granting the good sense his parents had given him in his flailing, silly days of romping, rolling boyhood. “But, doesn’t he need food? And protection? Like you and I?”

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