Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize
& Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage
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For the warriors/warriors-to-be. Those who ought to attend are: Deimos, Descaro, Korra, Seiren + newcomers: Alan, Lloyd
First rounds ends on September 3rd or when all have posted.
If anyone wants something of this post changed, please let me know. ^^
This will probably be a very short thread, requiring just one or two posts from everyone, unless you wish to socialize among the ranks later/talk missions. :]
The meeting had, so far, been a success, with no quarrels except for Lotus and Korra butting heads about marehood and how to best serve a herd. With the oncoming night the King's eyes were silvering; the stars popped out faster than usual, bright and distant, and the shadows seemed to grow more compact where he strode. It pleased him that so many had desired new ranks, and with a purpose in his step he approached the group of warriors. He wasn't sure what Deimos felt about being forced into the gathering like this; Mauja just hoped he kept a tight rein on his magic.
Settling in with them, he nodded once to them all, making sure to catch their eye and hold their gazes for a few moments each. They were the guardians of the herd, of the realm, and in times of war, would be the first to bleed and the first to die, ready to give their lives for the others. "You play a very important role in this kingdom," he told them, sincere despite the gratitude and warmth lacing his voice. "Keep your skills sharp. Spar with one another. Guard the borders." He gave them a lopsided grin. "Why, it's quite simple, no? Is there anything either of you wish to ask, about your duties? I trust you well enough to make sure to practice, but if you don't..." He shrugged. If they didn't practice, they died on the battlefield, and wars would be lost - because of them. No need to make them feel guilty in advance.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
The pet trotted after his master with an expression of importance. He planned to see if the snowbeast was doing something interesting or else he would take up the chase of Snö. But so far he didn’t regret the choice to follow Mauja. He kept close to the ice king’s right flank and stood silent by his side while he spoke to the warriors. The Monster felt a certain kinship to them, maybe because he somehow knew he and them had the same kind of job. His job was to tear apart anyone King Mauja pointed at and in a sense these Conscripts was to do the same - just with more thought and intelligence behind their actions than the black pet.
"Edge! Edge!" The Monster whispered and played with the end of his rope. Sometimes it scared him, that rope, mostly when it swished through the grass like a snake. But it was a part of him and without it he had a feeling he would not be able to live. Though in his clearest moments he wished he could take on another form with softer feet that wouldn’t pin the rope to the ground and send him flying. It seldom hit him he should pick up the rope, but then again he wasn’t the brightest of creatures.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: 8 Buff: NOVICE |
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Descaro listened as Mauja spoke to the conscript band he was now fully part of. He admitted it was good to finally know others of the herd other than d'Artagnan, and there was a King who was so interactive with every member. He sure does inspire loyalty the mahogany steed inwardly commented on the frosted King. Descaro smiled faintly at Mauja's little pet Monster and silently thanked the dear fellow for picking the Worlds Edge. Even if the strange obsidian steed lacked dearly in intelligence, he looked as if he'd be a terror on the battlefield.
Turning his head, Descaro cleared his throat and spoke for the first time to those around him. It had been a while since he'd really spoken with strangers or even his kin. After the Sect war and the loss of Nyra, Descaro hadn't really felt up to joining in with a new herd. Although now he felt inspired. "Our duties seem clear to me and I don't intend on dying anytime soon" his voice was eager as he answered Mauja's unspoken statement. There was no way this bulky stallion was going to disgrace the pure unicorn name.
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<3 AMY
The darkening sky had started to become speckled as bright, small stars appeared, shining brightly along the empyrean. Lloyd listened intently to The King as he addressed him and the other loyal warriors. Though he tried his hardest to focus on what his leader said, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the onyx Unicorn stood right behind Mauja, eyes glowing red and yellow in the growing night. He seemed quite harmless, innocent even, but the scars and wounds around his face and neck told a different story. He eventually pulled his gaze away, and turned his full attention back to Mauja.
Lloyd felt a sense of authority as he listened. He and the others would be protecting the herd, fighting against enemies and for the dominance over other species, especially those winged brutes. A bay stallion spoke up, his coat shined even in the low light. After hearing what he said, Lloyd followed him "And nor do I" he snorted lifted his head proudly.
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 |
| Adoptable |
![[Image: seirentablr.png]](http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/1227/seirentablr.png) Seiren
The sinister clouded femme stalked her way through the mass of horned creatures, some she had come across before and others whom she had never laid orbs on. The heavy burden of her unborn child weighed down on her lithe pillars, but she did not falter. Soon she merely brushed past Mauja to settle herself in his line of gaze, intent on the words that he spoke. She was proud to be under such a glorious King's supervision, and knew that his words were spoken with utter authority and confidence. Although they had only exchanged words several times, her judgment was forming in a positive manner towards the alabaster and charcoal brute. With her lobes pricked forward, she listened to his words. Most, she had heard before. Being a conscript already, the warrioress was aware of the consequences.
I must practice my skills, I will not lose. Her cold thoughts rang round her pretty crown, and her obsidian pools shone the menacing, dangerous, calm aurora about her as she watched the Frostheart. Dipping her crown, she listened quietly to the replies that the other creatures gave him.
Edge! Edge! That odd creature, Monster whispered nothing more, and she instantly defied him. But Seiren knew that the wretched thing could be useful in battle; he looked as dangerous as she guessed he was. Her attention was brought to another fellow conscript, Descaro, with his mahoganny colouring.
"Neither do I, Descaro. Death can wait, whilst I bring it upon the lesser, as swift as bird's flight..." Her tones were deep and dangerous as she shifted her pools to his, a small smile spreading across her velveteens as she did so.
She watched the other brute in the small meeting: Lloyd. His mammoth frame draped in a magnificent charcoal pelt stood out against the others. What a fighter you will make... "Perhaps we should practice tactics one time." She was almost flirting with the beast, her "attraction" evident in her body language, voice and expression.
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| Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB |
| Heather |
 Gatherings did not suit him. His dark, chiseled creation preferred the isolation and detachment from individuals, the desolate, cool atmosphere of stark remoteness, where only the lands festered beneath his hooves, and not the screams of his herd members pulsing from suffocating lungs. This requirement, this call, this beckoning, further solidified his savage presence would only be a hindrance, vanquishing his necromancy, keeping it nestled within his soul, could only last short threads before culminating into a deadly, noxious tenor of unrivaled prowess; so he chained his argent body to the woods, where the toiling season of leaves couldn’t dissolve into any further anguish than their annual demise. Taut, refined and controlled, he stood, acquiescing the monarch’s herald but naught more, simmering amongst roots and boughs. Narrowed, glacial eyes brimmed over the reclusive armaments, catching glimpses of other individuals, the sovereign’s pet screeching his crazed chant, others that filtered in that bore him no recognition, and he didn’t bother to cement such sentiments now. He knew his duties, knew how to fight, knew how to guard, and knew how to kill. Instead, he remained, fastened to the shadows, listening but offering nothing except the harsh clamoring of his lethal silence.
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 The shaggy wildling did as she was bid and moved slowly, unwillingly towards another gathering. She reckoned that after this, she would be socially overloaded for months to come. Her presence was silent again, after exchanging harsh words with the former warrior Lotus, so she stood at a couple of paces distance and took the role of observer. The king had brought along his pet, the black lackwit standing close to Mauja’s side. The bay stallion said something unimportant and she felt herself getting increasingly restless as the black Lloyd chimed in like a proud buffoon. Seiren, the knocked-up warrioress, said something entirely too dramatic for the situation, and only in Deimos did Korra see a discomfort to match her own. She knew all these things; she had been a warrior all her life, so like the dark stallion in the shadows she did not offer any further words. These creatures would know how she felt about the warrior’s responsibility, if they had listened at all while she and Lotus had exchanged pleasantries. Her dull brown pools rested on Mauja’s face, waiting for the moment when he would give them leave and she could return to her solitary patrolling. There were no more words to say. |
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 |
| Adoptable |
I was too busy failing at life to get around to this or even starting the next round without Alan. xD Sorry. <3
 They were quite the mob of misfits. Seiren was round and fat, and much as Alan had once appreciated the shady mare and her ghastly ways, the cool, cruel cunning in her mind, she felt betrayed at how she'd branded not only d'Artagnan as a traitor, but poor Alan too. And as such, it was with faint contempt in her amber eyes that her gaze skipped across her and onto the next (if she had been completely honest, it would've been hurt in her eyes, but she could hardly show that, now, could she?). Descaro she knew briefly, or more like helped send him on his way into Isilme, and then he participated in the Sect's flight, something which Alan did to some degree as well. Then there was the giant percheron Lloyd, pale Mauja himself with the witless black pet by his side, and the two social recluses: Deimos, with his long horn and grumpy eyes, and Korra, who looked as interested in this as a dead horse was in food. Alan's leonine tail curled around a black hock. She appreciated what Korra had said to Lotus - hardly being feminine herself, the thought of fighting through her womb was ridiculous. Child-bearing was for the weak and witless.
"As if any of those scum can kill me," she snorted, mirroring the sentiments of Lloyd, Descaro and Seiren. And then, Seiren did the unfathomable. Her eyes were glued on the black Percheron and she cooed what could only be a warrior's attempt at flirting. Seriously. Share battle tactics? It was so corny that Alan wore a huge disapproveface. "Not even popped that one out, yet you're flirting with the father for the next? You should go join Lotus, Seiren," she said with a sneer, expecting Mauja to kick her for it. But oh well. It was no secret that neither she nor d'Art got along with Seiren and vice versa.
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize
& Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage
Neo |
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It came as no real surprise that his faithful pet tagged along as his shadow, mumbling happily beneath his breath. The King reached out to fondly nudge his dirty neck, ears perking forward as they all, in one way or another, promised not to die. Deimos and Korra remained silent, but he didn't fault them for that. That they both had answered his summons, and stuck around, even come to this small gathering, was a blessing in itself, and briefly he sought for their gazes, wanting to convey his thankfulness without embarrassing them with words.
That Seiren was so taken with Lloyd came as a surprise to him, and he raised one 'brow in a cool, amusement expression, before glaring at Alan. "Drop it, Alan," he rumbled at her, knowing the mare had a wicked tongue and a cruel sense of humor. But beneath all that, she was still a loyal warrior, and racist to the bone. He needed her. But he couldn't let her get away with insulting Seiren. Mauja snorted slightly. Mares. "I'm glad there's no questions. Now, I'll leave you to... practice tactics." With a roguish, rakish grin, Mauja turned away from them and strode on to the next group.
( uhm, do what you want with this thread now. :D )
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
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