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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.
Site Wide Plots
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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It had only just begun, and already Romani could tell it would be a long, bitter winter. The Haflinger's shaggy, palomino coat hung in layers about her bulky frame, thick, course golden-red hairs covered in ice and frost. The strands of the mare's ivory mane and tail hung in icy tendrils. Chunks of frozen snow clung to her hooves, making her steps heavy and cumbersome, but the gypsy's destination was clear and in sight, and with it, her determination grew. All in all, she was a poor sight to behold. She had been traveling all through the day, crossing the frozen wasteland that had become Helovia and heading towards the one place that used to be her home.
"Just a little longer, sweet," Romani murmured to Kasai, tired azure eyes glancing back to the white tigress that trekked tiredly through the snow a few paces behind her. "We're almost past the wall." Or what was left of it, at least. Ever since the darkness crossed Helovia, the once proud Glass Wall had since fallen into ruin and disrepair. Hopefully someone would have pity on her, should anyone be out and about in such brutal chill. Maybe Kaj would be there to greet her, or Destrier. Maybe Archibald would find her and permit her entrance to the World's Edge, at least for the winter... Didn't he say that the Edge was his new home?
Gods only knew if she would make it on her own in the Wild's this winter.
The pads of Kasai's paws were dry and flaking, cracked in places and clearly causing pain for the Companion. The tigress stepped with a noticeable limp, suffering from the cold just as Romani was. Snow clung to the feline's striped coat with a vengeance, and made travel extremely difficult.
'Cold, Roma... Even for this one.' Kasai's voice whispered in the back of her mind, and the Haflinger snorted sympathetically in response. Mist floated upwards towards the sky from the action.
"I know. Come, Kasai; not much longer." They just had to press on, that was it. The sooner they reached the wall, the sooner they could find a soul who dwelled within the Edge. Hopefully. Slow, measured steps brought the pair closer to the remains of the Glass Wall, and Romani sucked in a lungfull of crisp air within her lungs before neighing loudly, hoping that the silence of Winter would help carry her beckoning sound further into the land she had once called home.
@[Archibald], @[Thor]
[ooc: Open for anyone. :3 Romani is hoping to take shelter in the Edge for the Winter. Individuals are more than welcome to try and encourage her to stay!]
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
10-03-2014, 12:58 PM (This post was last modified: 10-03-2014, 01:06 PM by Thor.)
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Day after day, the breeze grew colder and more foreign. It brought back memories of distant times spent cowering alone while terrors of the night shifted half-heartedly around me. I wasn’t sure about the things I’d witnessed in my absence but I was certain that part of my worries rested deep within my own mind. I’d rotted for days in pure and shameless agony until I’d found something deep inside that made life seem more appealing than the horrors of giving up. I questioned so many things, came to peace with others, and chose to walk away from most. I could not appease Tamira’s death and I could not blame my daughter for choosing to wash my memory away along with her tears. After all, her mother and father had abandoned her. I had failed as a man, a leader, a father, a friend- but this was my redemption. I had returned with a vigor for life and for success. I would redeem my name and rise above the ashes that scattered about my tarnished reputation. All things would fall back into place if I could push through the waxen feeling of guilt and humiliation that sloughed away from my heart with each friendly face I encountered.
The Edge had become something of a sanctuary to me over the past few weeks. I avoided venturing out for a multitude of different reasons that ranged from nostalgia to simply trying to evade the awful cold I knew waited just beyond the shattered glass wall. However, I’d taken to pacing the perimeter in the meantime because I’d had little to do since returning. I felt like a child searching for something to destroy out of mere boredom, but of course my mind was matured- hence the pacing. Daybreak was upon me yet again and yet again I was pacing about the border. However as I came to the main passageway into the Edge, I caught a vaguely familiar scent that sent my mind reeling. I paused briefly to consider where I’d encountered such a fragrance, but my memories seemed to run together until they all melded into one indistinct blur.
Finally, as if I’d been waiting for it, a voice trailed up and over the crumbling wall. It was strong and songlike and instantly I knew. I knew that soft melody even now-Romani. In an excited flurry of tangled limbs and queer guffaws, I finally breeched the passageway where I could see the pale figure of our former warrior. I couldn’t keep the soft smile that had been building from taking over my old, aging mug. I’m sure I was quite a sight for her tired eyes as I was practically whimpering like a wolf pup at the entryway. “Romani! I am so pleased to see you! Where have you been hiding all this time? How are you?” As I scoured her with a disapproving look that was meant to scrutinize her general well-being I locked eyes on her small tigress. Poor thing looked just as worn as her companion, if not more. Slowly, I lowered my face to her in welcoming. “Come little one, you look exhausted.” I knew I could not speak for the rest of the Edge, but I was glad to see Romani back… no matter where she had come from. Though from the looks of it, herd life was not something she was familiar with anymore.
I wanted that to change, soon.
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The one who answered her call was, in no means of the way, who she had expected to find her upon the entryway to the World's Edge. A large, earthy figure, imposing in stature yet anything but, Romani could hardly believe her eyes when Thor the Gentle Heart ambled into the open and crossed her path. The winged stallion's eyes were just as she remembered; amiable and tender, and just by being beneath the waves of his gaze, Romani felt ten times safer. The weary Haflinger halted in her steps, azure depths assessing her old friend, and a heartfelt smile slowly pulled at the palomino's cracked, dark lips.
"Oh, Thor..." She wouldn't lie; he was quite the sight to behold.
How good it was to see him again. How it filled her aching chest with warmth and familiarity, a strange feeling as of late. For so long she had lost track of everyone that she had once cared for, that she had once loved. Since her relationship with Xanthos had crumbled into disrepair and he had abandoned the Edge, Jasiri's disappearance, and her own, personal exile, Romani had been traveling the world alone with only Kasai as her companion. Crossing paths with Finn, the goodly messenger, and Archibald had been wonderful surprises, but they had been the only two that she had crossed paths with on her journey that she had once known.
"I..." The Gentle Heart's inquiries came quickly, and Romani took a few selfish moments to collect her numb thoughts. Her tongue felt heavy and swollen within her mouth, and her joints and muscles ached something fierce from the journey and the freezing temperatures. "I've been wandering, to tell the truth, but I wasn't expecting this winter to be so brutal. I'm alright... Or I will be, if I can escape this terrible cold." A soft, lethargic chuckle escaped the mare's dark lips. "And how are you, Thor? I've... I've missed you, since you went away." Or did she go away, first? It felt like so long ago, it was hard to tell...
As the bay Goliath lowered his head and regarded Kasai, the striped feline looked upwards at the Pegasus, a croaked, choked purr slowly leaving her throat. Limping a step forward through the snow, Kasai moved to press her whiskered cheek into the soft, velveteen muzzle proffered before her. 'Gently-Thor' Kasai mumbled internally, and her words caused Romani's smile to grow, 'He warm, Roma.'
Romani dipped her head in a nod. "She is happy to see you again as well, Thor. She claims that you're warm. We... We were hoping to take solace from the cold, should the Edge welcome us. Will you escort us into herd boundaries?"
@[Thor]
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
"You will always be welcome here, Romani, for your heart holds no malice." Archibald's deep voice boomed as he stepped away from the shadow of the trees. His hulking frame stopped square once he reached but a few yards away from the small draft female. His golden eyes were warm, an unusual sight to behold on the statuesque face of the warlord, and his tone was kind. His body was already filled out with the winter coat of his ancestors, careful breeding making him a fine specimen to absorb heat and escape the chill of winter with merely a scratch. This weather gave him no anxiety, nor his companion, unlike the mare and her tigress before him. Archibald looked over to Thor, giving him a gentle nod before returning his eyes back to Romani, once a mare that served in his guard, under his command. Archibald had never met Thor, but knew of a deformed, winged stallion that led briefly with Mirage. This must be him, his bay coat holding tight to him and his lackluster wings protruding from muscled, draft shoulders.
"You know my respect for you, and I wish to invite you to make this place your home once more instead of just a warm place to rest your head and fill your belly for a season." Archibald lifted a brow gently as he spoke to Romani, watching her cereluan gaze for any sort of emotional response. Would she take his offer, and join their ranks? Would she grace him and even become one of his warriors? Romani held greatness in her hooves, and she would wield it well, but tragedy took her desire. It saddened the Captain, truly, but it was something he understood. He understood suffering, he understood pain. After losing his daughter to the cruelties of nature, Archibald himself took a journey to the north to scout for safety, and was gone for nearly an entire season. He had not asked permission to do this, but had commanded he do so to his superiors. He had no other reasons than he needed to rediscover himself after losing part of his soul.
From the trees, near where Archibald came, Loretta came bounding up. The malamute's tail curled over her back as she leapt happily. Her salmon pink tongue rolled from her parted jaws, her amber eyes alight with joy. She was built for this weather, her ancestors before her so closely related to the wolves. She loved Frostfall and the snow that accompanied it, the coldness stimulating her more than any warmth could. Loretta continued to bound behind the group, playing in the snow. She yipped and whined in her excitement, stopping to dig momentarily in the snow before sticking her face into the white powder, and shaking her body, before running around once more.
ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS
Call out to nobody, call out to me
Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth
Her voice was soft and whimsical, something that I’d missed about the Haflinger, and when she spoke I could practically imagine her exhaustion as a parasite sapping away her precious spirit. This quiet woman held so many talents that failed to appear at face value, for her beauty and honesty often overshadowed her prowess during battle. I couldn’t tell what thoughts lurked behind those azure eyes but as she looked at me, tired and beaten by the cold, I could still see the warrior that thrived deep within. No matter how she tried, that part of her would never disappear. I felt that we had had many things in common and looked forward to possibly enjoying her company; even it was only for one season…
My heart softened as she shared her plight and I could not help but feel at a loss. I wondered why she would have left… what had forced her from her home and into the Wilds? Though I was undyingly interested in her explanation, I knew it would be too much too soon considering she had finally returned. This moment was a fragile thing that could only withstand so much weight. I did not want to crush her resolve in returning and therefore nodded solemnly. “The winter season has been pretty brutal… “ I didn’t know how to appease her because I no longer possessed the authority to say whether or not she could find refuge here. Though she had not yet asked, I knew that her journey back to the Edge was one built on desperation. I could relate to the task of surviving in the cold of the Wilds and I certainly wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, especially Romani. “I’ve missed you too Romani… I am all too happy to see you back, all too happy… However, I’ve been well. The Edge has brought back parts of me that I thought I’d forgotten.” Hopefully it can do the same for you.
In a moment of pause, I was caught suddenly off guard by the tenor of another stallion breeching the wall. I had been completely unaware of his approach until his voice pounded over my skull from the forest’s edge. I’d yet to see his face within these borders and I tried haphazardly to place him before coming up blank. Ideas and names circled my mind lazily as I watched him close the space between us in a few quick strides. He was massive, even larger than I. For a moment, I couldn’t decide if I was more in awe of his size or the way he carried his heft. This man was unfamiliar to me in so many ways that I could no longer find words in which to greet him with but, he seemed to understand how first impressions affected those he came across and proffered me a slow nod, which I returned in kind. Who was this stranger and what role had he in the Edge? I knew that many new faces replaced those of the old, but I was still learning… still absorbing all of the recent changes.
As I sat, perturbed by my lack of knowledge about the behemoth now relaxing into our new trio, I’d nearly blotted out Romani’s request to remain within the Edge walls. I’d heard her woes, listened to her desire to stay and yet hadn’t had enough time to process them beyond the vague surface of any question before one could answer it. But this… stallion -I guess he would be considered family?- seemed to know more of her than I did. In fact, he welcomed her with such ease that it was simple enough to deduct that these two had met before. However, that wasn’t what had really stolen my attentions, no. His invitation for Romani to stay meant that he held the authority to extend such offers. My curiosity piqued, I glanced his way with quiet eyes. There would have to be a day when I met this beast properly, but ideas of convincing Romani into the Edge and away from her vagabond tendencies had overwhelmed me.
“Do stay Romani- you and Kasai both. This place is your home, is it not? Have you not returned to these lands seeking comfort? If home did not amount to the comfort you’re looking for, then why would you stand before us now, asking for refuge? Just… stay, old friend. We have a lot of catching up to do.” My expression seemed to be pleading with her as I looked back and forth between the nameless man and the pale lady. I wasn’t quite sure how long I did so before I noticed the hard grounds cracking beneath irregular footsteps in the distance. Twisting my head back around, I spotted a red canine bounding up behind us all. I knew deep in my heart that the dog was a bonded and the only conclusion that seemed plausible was that it belonged to the darkly painted stallion in our company. I still had so much to learn and it felt crippling being so… out of it.
Damn, I was missing a lot of information.
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Ooc| So, I tried to get the timing right. Time, I’m just acting like Thor doesn’t know of Archi because in reality, he never really strayed outside of the Edge. If there’s any problems, let me know!
Hearing Thor's words, that he was doing well, that the Edge was doing well for him, that he was happy to see her with as much satisfaction as she felt towards him, well... It caused a warm stirring to rear its head within her gut. It had been a long time since she had felt welcome, since she had felt important to a soul other than Kasai, and her heart fluttered with the simple joy of it all.
"Oh, Thor... I'm glad that you're back, even though I'm afraid I'm not one to say such things." A brief pause to chuckle, and it was no sooner that the very words had left the Haflinger's lips that a familiar, dark baritone drifted through the crisp, frozen air. It was not the familiar vocals that belonged to Thor, no, but of a voice that was equally familiar. Romani would never forget those that she had met, not again, and it was wholly impossible to forget someone as impressive and memorable as Archibald the Dauntless. Icy, azure eyes snapped to the heavily-furred frame that was the Dauntless, and her gaze softened upon seeing him.
"Archibald..."
His words did wonders to ease her wounded spirit and warm her frozen heart, and for the life of her, Romani could not hold Archibald's golden, penetrating stare. The mare's head lowered as though shamed, dark muzzle pointed towards the snow-capped earth. It was as though he could look into her very soul and see her mistakes, her failures, and he could judge her for them, and valiantly she hoped to shield her wounds for him to see and gawk at... But this was a friend, a dear friend, just as Thor was, and neither of them would ever cast judgement on her past transgressions. They were merely mortals; were they not allowed to make trivial mistakes?
Was she not allowed to make mistakes? Pride had never really been a part of the picture; if there was one thing that had been forced into the Haflinger's skull as a filly, it had been the act of humility and humbleness. So why was this so hard to swallow?
The words from Archibald nor Thor, both so heartwarming, so welcoming, loving, and understanding, seemed intent on condemning her, and instead warmed her to her core... But it did nothing to stop the ball of emotion from swelling and forming within her throat, seeming to constrict her breathing and her thoughts. What was this? This kindness? She didn't deserve such kindness from them, such hospitality...
"I..." Romani inhaled deeply, sharply, the bitter, frozen air burning her lungs before she released the captive breath in a furl of white mist. Could she return here? The Edge would always hold a special place in her heart, much like the fallen lands of the Foothills did, but could she once again call this place home? Such tragedy had befallen her here, wounding her warrior spirit and casting her away as a wayward gypsy... But both Archibald and Thor spoke wisely, and kindly. She brought Kasai back here, back home for comfort, for support, for warmth, kindness, and family...
Perhaps it was time she came home, and turned her back on the Wilds that held nothing for her aside from cold days and lonely nights.
"Aye, Thor. Aye, Archibald. I'll... I'll come home." Her words were picked and spoken with obvious hints of uncertainty, brilliant azure eyes troubled, but there was a smile that upturned the Haflinger's dark lips, and her head lifted again. "If the Edge will have me, then I shall serve her. Perhaps... If you'll have me as well, good Archibald... Maybe we could be brethren in arms once more?"
Maybe Romani had been a fool to leave in the first place. Maybe she had been a fool to try and outrun her life as a soldier, as a warrior... Maybe all she needed was a push in the right direction, a push that was given by these two giants that stood before her now.
@[Thor] @[Archibald]
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
10-18-2014, 07:04 PM (This post was last modified: 10-18-2014, 07:06 PM by Archibald.)
Having her fill of play, Loretta trotted towards the group. She found comfort at her bondmate's heels and stood square beneath Archibald's hefting frame. As usual, he was the largest and most impressive beast in the company. Amber eyes drifted towards the pegasus momentarily, his scent familiar in her memory of the invasion, as it was heavy and overwhelming on the borders, but she did not know him. A question rose to Archibald's mind and he responded with a flick of his ear, Thor. The Gentle...something. He lead the Edge with Mirage when we invaded, you are correct. Archibald looked to him again, ears moving as satellites to listen to him address Romani. It appeared that they were friends, and a faint flame of jealousy lifted in the Dauntless' throat. Romani was his warrior, his friend, and it was him who was solidifying her to stay today.
The malfunctioned pegasus did not seem to know the title Archibald held, as picked up by the Dauntless when the stallion did not acknowledge him by name. "Archibald the Dauntless, Captain of the warriors." His voice was more stoney, more usual to its normal baritone. Golden eyes turned back to Romani, his tail giving a gentle flick behind him. "You are wise, Romani, to choose to serve. I open my army to you, for I know you will do it well." Archibald took a step towards the palamino, reaching his muzzle out to touch the base of her neck, should she allow him. It was a simple gesture, something not unusual for the massive warlord to do. He had always been a stallion to attempt to display comfort or any ounce of compassion by touch. All of his life he greeted his brothers by a touch of his muzzle, the softest part of his anatomy, and he had always stood so close to Vincent the twins seemed to be one unit, one bond. They were gone now, and Archibald used the extension of his compassion to his friends.
Retracting his head, Archibald cleared his throat. "Settle in well, Romani, and remind yourself of the land. I expect my warriors to be well-versed in the landscape they serve, as you well know. My expectations have not changed over the years, and I know you will be able to rise to the excellence this herd deserves." Archibald glanced sideways to Thor, mildly curious to see his reaction of Archibald's words. Would the man be impressed? How would he react to Archibald holding such a commanding position? Blinking, Archibald continued. "I would love for you to join me on a patrol, Romani, once you have recuperated. I will send Loretta for you on that day. For now, I must continue my own patrol of the borders. I doubt I will have as much success as this moment, but that is what we wish--no? For peace, according to our heads."
The Dauntless and his bitch gave one final glance and nod to each creature before them before turning back towards the darkness of the treeline to continue to protect this land they served.
ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS
Call out to nobody, call out to me
Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth
10-19-2014, 03:12 AM (This post was last modified: 10-19-2014, 03:13 AM by Aaron.)
They lurked as one of the edge of the small group, watching the goings on. He really had no say in what happened anymore.... To be honest he couldn't bring himself to really come out and speak to anyone anymore. Twice he had left the Edge. The first to follow his dreams and to prove he could handle himself without his dam.... The second for love.... Both times he had returned only a few months later with a sad and slightly more hardened heart. His bonded lurked near by as well, eager to pounce on both Loretta and Kasai. It had been so long since she had seen either one. Even if Kasai was more familiar than Loretta.... In fact, the only reason she wanted to pounce either was to play...
It was not until Archibald and Loretta began to leave than Aaron revealed his presence. Slowly the draft knight stepped out from the treeline near Thor. His voice was much quieter than it had been in the past. A sign that life had taken it's toll on the young stallion. "Welcome home Thor and Romani." Alanna stepped from the trees as well, her red tipped tail wagging happily.
Aaron certainly no longer looked like the young colt who had so eagerly fought to call the Edge home. Nor the colt who had settled in as one of the first Glaziers of the Edge. He looked almost haunted. His eyes were tired, his frame much skinnier. Alanna however had remained very much herself. Aaron found his nights haunted by the deaths of his sisters and mother, and the disappearance of his love Kimber. Perhaps this was the Gods way of punishing him for not saving them all. Or maybe, he was just to hard on himself. Either way, he was surprised at himself for allowing anyone else to see him this way.... Then again, Romani had been there when he had to come home like a dog with his tail tucked from the Foothills when the Grey took over. Thor had become the GentleHeart the same day he became a Glazier. The history was there, the friendships were there, should the pair choose to remember...
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
ooc - kick me if this was over, but i had to post him here for some reason.
Aaron
A Shepherd I Shall Be, For Thee, My Lord, For Thee
Power Hath Descended Forth From Thy Hand
That My Feet May Swiftly Carry Out Thy Command
So I Shall Flow A river Forth To Thee
And Teeming With Souls Shall It Ever Be
Please Tag Aaron in All Posts
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Aaron at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
For how long had I’d dazed off in confusion? How did Romani know this giant beast whose heft and power alone would be enough to overcome even me? There were so many pieces to this puzzle that I could not fit within the strict premises of my memory. These bits of time, sections of experience, and chunks of words and phrases… the held little bearing on my understanding. But on more pressing instincts, I could read that the golden Haflinger struggled with the same wealth of self-damnation that I’d encountered upon finding myself just on the other side of that very same wall from whence she’d come. The emotions that roiled and clawed behind her perfectly kempt composure were still evident in spite of her efforts to conceal them, but I had no intentions of bringing them to light because only chaos would ensue from such badgering. Embarrassment would color her cheeks and turn her eyes from me, at least now that she held an audience. I didn’t want to be that man though I wanted to reassure her and tell her that I understood those feelings, that burning shame…
However, no matter the pain painting her voice in strain and question, Romani’s acceptance to return to the Edge seemed to lift a weight from my thick shoulders. I released a soft sigh that I didn’t know I’d been holding and a small smile fought its way to my tender lips. I did not want to frighten her with an abundance of cheer and celebration and instead lowered my eyes to her in an urging fashion so that she might note my happiness in her own time. Quietly, I listened as she addressed the other giant with that soft voice of hers which made me laugh silently to myself after picturing her in the throes of battle. I knew she possessed great strength and skill in war, but her quiet nature could’ve fooled me. She was truly a compassionate creature, more willing to please than to be pleased and I appreciated that about the golden maiden.
As conversation drifted to the other stallion, he turned a pair of curious amber eyes to me before introducing himself properly. However, somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind, I grew still upon hearing that name uttered within the Edge. Archibald the Dauntless … I’d only heard that title in passing, never as formally as I’d heard it here, but shock and intrigue seemed to cause my deep brown eyes to widen in wonderment. What exactly was he doing here in the World’s Edge? As if answering my question without having the pleasure of hearing it and with the ambiguity of a midnight shadow, Archibald continued about his business in recruiting the golden Romani for his army… which left me with one conclusion- one that chilled me and excited me twofold. Clearly he was a Captain within the Edge, yet how we had come to possess one of Helovia’s most influential war chiefs was beyond me.
He continued flawlessly, looking to me only once to confirm my amazement which made him appear more elusive and commanding as a result. He knew of his power and he knew that it was renowned and I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to question him or how he’d come to be here. We were lucky enough to be graced with such talent, though I envied it. But that wasn’t all I envied about this warlord. I didn’t have much time to feel or react to his need to lay a comforting muzzle against Romani’s strong neck before, but now a swell of emotion seemed to coat my throat with apprehension. I’d never felt for Romani the way I’d once felt for Tamira, but I assumed it was the sense of losing power that had made jealousy rage through my chest. Slowly, I swallowed the feeling before turning to find that Archibald had turned away to retreat back into the dense forest.
Without warning or thought for that matter, I called after him. “I am glad to have made your acquaintance Archibald… the Dauntless.” No trace of discomfort lingered within the notes but I wanted to ensure that at some point I would once again find myself face to face with such a commanding force. He had piqued my interest after all, no shame in admitting that right? Slowly, I returned my astounded gaze to Romani, hopeful that she would not notice the awe that made me slightly starry-eyed, or at least be kind enough not to mention it. “I’m so glad you’re home Romani. We should get you settled in…” Upon speaking the words I’d intended to return her to the warmth of our home but the soft crackling of trampled, dead foliage alerted me to the hovering tree line. But the creature that had removed himself from their depths left me just a speechless as meeting Archibald had… because I hadn’t seen Aaron in what felt like years.
His quiet voice eased slowly between us and I smiled warmly to the young stallion. A deep, red hellhound followed close at his heels and though I’d never seen one up close, I was suddenly captivated by its presence. I tried momentarily to rip my attentions from Aaron’s companion before successfully doing as much, after which I felt the need to approach him with my muzzle extended so that he might greet me. I’d missed the youngster greatly among other members of my family, but he had been one of the few that’d I’d met within my first few days in the Edge. “Aaron… I am so glad to be back. It’s been too long young friend!”
What a homecoming for Romani… I hoped that she was ready for this kind of stardom. I knew it would die down in time, as all things did, but I knew that she already carried the world on her shoulders.
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