"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster
Worms. How delightful.
The young Sleuth had been curling her lips up at the thought all day. Her bodice twitching when she thought of them crawling under her skin and infesting her being. Ghost did admit, however, that it might be fascinating to watch in a marvellous demented way. She wondered if the body would spasm or if blood would spurt, perhaps their eyes would bulge or maybe chunks of flesh would slowly be eaten away into nothing but a pile of bones. A disturbing thought that left her wanting to know more, but not really motivated to go seek them out. Instead she churned thoughts over the many ways worms could affect the body as she travelled to the desert land.
Ghost had never been to the Dragons Throat before. She'd never had reason to. Her mother had never spoke of the place and only on very few occasions had she met one of their residents. On Midas's orders she had taken to the air and travelled down from the Caela Insula before landing near the Heart Caves and from then on, the spy had travelled on foot. Choosing to take in her new scenery from the ground rather than the sky even though she itched now and then to take flight and observe the land as a whole. Perhaps she'd do that on the way out. For now she focussed on the way ahead and the news that she bore, carefully stepping across the narrow bridge whilst gingerly gazing at the water. It was almost like they had their own personal moat and all the needed now was a drawbridge and crocodiles. The sprite chuckled to herself at the thought and carried on walking.
The land ahead looked barren and spectacular canyons carved out a rather picturesque scene. It was all in all a rather beautiful place if it wasn't for the heat, even in winter, the Throat didn't quite get the same cold sting as in the North, under the mountains. Ghost wasn't much of a mare, there was well worked muscle, but not much fat and that was even more emphasised by the way her mane draped over her skinny neck. She was lean like a thoroughbred despite her Iberian lineage. Even so, she much preferred the cold winter to the warmth, but right now it was pleasant and she had more pressing affairs than the weather.
The banshee stopped just by the border gate and stood silently, expectantly. Surely a warrior on patrol might just catch a glimpse, after all, it was a soldiers duty. She waited paitently for stray eyes to notice her presence.
[Ghost is here to report some information about the worms on Sky Island!
If a Lead or High Ranking member could meet her that would be great.
Or feel free to simply come listen. :D
It was a cold day, colder than normal for the throat of a dragon at least. The feeling ought to suggest only winter, yet it was a chill that settled deep inside Ampere. She didn't quite understand it, but she felt it from the moment she woke under the golden grey dawn. It was some form of anxiety, but a hesitant one, like it couldn't even decide for itself if it should be worried or not.
She had pushed it to the back of her thoughts and prepared herself for her patrols. It was best to get started early, that way she could avoid most of the herd, especially him. Unfortunately she had to deal with him from time to time, since he was the one that assigned the patrols, but they didn't change enough and usually she could guess her route by watching everyone else. It didn't really matter so long as she kept busy and watchful...
Keep busy. It had become her own mantra. It was the first thing she told herself when she woke up, what drove her to leap into the frigid morning air, wings stretching with the climb of the sun. It was all she could do, and even then, it usually wasn't enough. Anything to let her escape herself, but no matter how fast or how far she flew the thoughts always sunk in at some point. They itched in her mind, begging to be scratched whenever a lull came about.
It was why, even now when she should have been lounging by the Oasis on break, she continued to patrol. Dirt and dust and sand extended to the edges of the sea all around her, so she focused on the one strip of land that bridged them with the rest of Helovia. It was there that she saw Ghost's shape moving towards the borders. Finally, something to occupy her.
Ampere leaned on her left wing, falling into a steady spiral from high above. With each revolution it tightened and lowered, until at last her wings beat the air just above the ground as her hooves reached out to grip the dunes for landing. The closer she'd gotten the better she could see the mare, and though she was not familiar to Ampere (nor was her alliance know), Ghost respected the borders and her body language did not suggest a threat. Still on the ready in case she had judged wrong, Ampere nonetheless was inclined to greet the mare civilly.
In just a few strides the blue stood before the black, her critical gaze taking int he quiet, yet expectant air the stranger held. This was not the look a normal wandering outcast had, be it confusion or mischief, nor did she look like a past herdmate come back for a visit. If not an enemy, if not a wanderer, and if not an old friend, what was she?
Ampere's lips pursed in thought as she neared, wings flicking shut on her back. "'Lo," she greeted casually, though her posture remained tall (as tall as her stature could manage at least) and tight. "What business have you with the Dragon's Throat?"
Was it Ghost that had drawn him down from the skies? Or Ampere?
Tending to his broken children had been a burden that Gaucho shouldered heavily. The warrior was plagued by the cosmic injustice he thought done to him. Each of his three progeny, Zenobia, Ivezho, and Rhoa, had been born with certain complications. His daughter's mere presence caused a physical shock to all that she allowed touch her (which was only a few). His sons whose bodies both burned with the magic that they had inherited from him, were also plagued with ailments of their own - Ivezho whose vision was foggy, and Rhoa whose breathing was consistently staggered. His family had the blessing of the God of the Sun, that much was obvious, and the blood that ran through his and Sohalia's veins was strong and pure. So what had caused it? Whatever it was, the thought, along with tending to his boys had left little time for slumber in-between his patrols. Of course the dun wasn't complaining - if anything lack of sleep was a new challenge for him to overcome - but the troubled thoughts persisted in his simple mind.
Luckily Ghost provided the same type of distraction for Gaucho, as she did for Ampere.
Descending from the skies the dun landed neatly and quietly upon the sands. The dark patches around his eyes seemed to have expanded, as if his inner fatigue was finally beginning to show on his features. Still, the glowing markings that danced upon his antlers cast an ominous glow on the ruggedness of his gaze that left no doubt that he would still be a worthy adversary, should the situation call for it.
Having heard Ampere's inquiry, Gaucho remained stoically silent, as he moved with an uncanny grace to stand at her side. Instead, his stormy gaze fell remorselessly upon the hybrid awaiting her answer, while his thoughts drifted haphazardly to Ampere. The two hadn't had a chance to speak, although they had been in each others presence briefly. While his mind, under the careful training of Mara, had been suppressing thoughts of the blue mare, he couldn't but help think of her as he traveled the skies, knowing that she was doing the same. Even now, when his duties lay with the tri-colored hybrid, part of him wanted nothing more than to shirk this responsibility, and focus solely on Ampere. To hear nothing that she did, or didn't have to say to him, and simply to throw himself at her - to add red to the palette of her coat, and know that she had the ability to do the same.
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster
Dark eyes bored into the land before her. She wondered what kinds of secrets they might have here, it was vast and barren looking after all, a good place to hide things. Her tongue rolled about her mouth as she chewed on the thought, itching to walk forward and find out for herself. If her skin didn't belong to a herd, she might have tried to push the limits and simply gone forwards, alas! She did not have that luxury and Ghost regretted it for a moment. Midas called them allies and the sprite was sure their relationship was probably strong, but Ghost drew the line there. She still had to stand at the front door and be asked to enter after all. Who knew what these desert folk were up to behind their sandy borders and that the nerves in her body twitch. Luckily, one arrived before the sensation overtook her and the Sleuth's attention quickly turned to that of a striking dark blue mare who was marked in thunder with feathers adorned in her mane.
This one stood in all the tallness she could muster through her rather small stature and spoke to the point, which the young banshee greatly appreciated. The general chit chat that normally came with a more active social life was not quite her forte. Ghost bobbed her head in greeting to the blue mare, but waited on delivering her news in order to observe the wild looking fellow who said nothing at all in his arrival. A glow spread across his face from some strange markings upon his antlers and Ghost wondered for a moment if he too was a mixed blood like herself. The bone through his nose made him look quite macabre, but the spy rather liked the decorative piece and she admired it for a quick moment before setting her mind to the task.
Worms.
"I'm Ghost, a spy from the Hidden Falls and I've been sent by Midas to inform you of a disturbing event that has occurred on the island in the sky." She began, making sure they understood she was an ally and not in fact an enemy who was attempting to invade by herself. As intriguing as that sounded, Ghost didn't quite fancy such an elaborate death. "Recently my herd sister, Bellona, along with the Queen of the Edge, were attacked on the island by worms. It was reported that the creatures attempted to burrow into their flesh before dropping dead on the ground. Before this happened the grass was seen to be rotting..." She paused with a frown upon her face. A strange incident. When Bellona had first asked her what she made of it the sprite had been quite taken aback for a moment. It wasn't natural of course, so how were they to combat this?
Returning to the pair before her she pulled a grim look, wondering what they too thought of this strange unnatural occurrence "please report this to your herd or your leaders. The island may not be all it seems." Her breeze of a voice informed with a sense of urgency, wondering if she might even be talking to one of their leaders as Ghost had never met one after all.
She didn't even have to look to know who it was that alighted beside her, he had his own presence, one she was all too familiar with. It immediately set her teeth on edge, a flash of annoyance blazing a trail across her electric face, a face which she purposefully angled somewhat away from him. Even so, she could not deny herself of him.
His flames on his wings threw a light that danced across her body and begged for her eye's attention. If that wasn't enough, his odor, full of dirt and sweat and sex, invaded her nose and assaulted her senses. For a moment her tension weakened. The magnetism that had always drawn her to him swayed her now. The rigidity in her body fell to the wayside and she leaned into him, breathless as she craved that small touch that could exist. It would be like a jolt of life, it always was.
Ampere snapped away suddenly though, her wings slapping against her back like a harsh whip. Snap out of it she demanded of herself, the inner voice thick with venom and rage. In that moment her lust was seized and conformed into hatred, one of the few emotions that could compete with the rest. She hated him because she still wanted him. Even after everything, Sohalia's friendship and the goddamn companion which was on him in this very moment, she wanted him. More than anything she hated herself for that.
It was such a betrayal to think she was in control only to find out she never was. Few things in life offer the illusion of choice and freedom, so it was heartbreaking to realize that applied even to yourself. She should have known though. You have to fight for everything, especially your integrity.
Her ire began to boil over. All around her the dust particles began to stir and pop into life as electric blue sparks. Did Gaucho simply not remember what had transpired between them, or did he not realize what it meant? Maybe, and this hurt the most, he just didn't care?
She could do this if he would help, but he was always around. That alone would have been enough, but he kept drifting close to her, talking to her, glancing at her with that gaze that was just as intense as ever. Everything he did was powerful and intimate, it was what had drawn her to him that day they first met. For a long time she had tried to understand her infatuation with him, because he was supposed to be nothing more than a beast she could fuck and leave like all the rest. That was just it though, it defied reason, something she had finally understood when she had managed to steal moments with him. It didn't make sense, but it was there, a feeling that rose above the rest.
It wasn't kind, because it meant she was never free. She was at his mercy, his FUCKING mercy. What did that say of her fortitude? That the mission she had based the past two years of her life around, the one thing she lived and breathed for, that it shattered when it was stood up beside him? Bonded or not she wanted him.
It disgusted her that she could be so careless.
Ghost spoke and Ampere's gaze snapped to her so hard it hurt. Her stare strained, desperate for something to see other than him. The blue color of her irises was so fit to burst it nearly bled over, the window to her soul. The sparks died down, quiet, and dead.
Hanging onto each word Ampere bore into Ghost, trying to escape in her. It worked, but Ampere almost went through her and nearly missed everything. At one point she registered someone had been attacked by worms and she fought back the urge to laugh. The saner part of herself kicked her though, shaking her head - maybe that physical movement would register mentally as well.
"It's like Cera's warning," Ampere murmured, half to herself. She hadn't meant to share their diviner's information with a mare she hardly knew, although letting it slip to anyone, Ghost was the best to hear it. It was the least they could offer in return for the Fall's spy's information, not that it was very helpful at all, much like her own. So the island was dangerous, Ampere had thought that the moment she saw it, but what could they do?
Anxiously Ampere glanced at Gaucho, forgetting for a moment who he was and what he meant to her, both good and bad. She looked instead to her gladiator, to her ally, to her brother. One who had shared the terror of the wraiths in the dark caves alongside her, one that she trusted could protect and conquer. "We have to keep the herd from the island." She shuddered though, remembering how invasive the wraiths had been, how nothing had stopped them, no matter the strength or the force.
Would Ampere hate him further, if she knew just how easy and relaxed his mind was? Although he fought against the physicality of the urges he felt, he suffered none of the mental wars that she was currently waging. He was with Sohalia, in some hard to specify way. Hard to specify, only because he had never tried. Perhaps for others it was a simple notion. He loved her, that much was true. But what of fidelity? What of romance and honour in so far as love was concerned? These qualifications were foreign to his mind, no matter how forecfully Mara tried to impart them. Could he love more than one? Was Ampere one deserving (or needing) of love? Or was their connection merely physical? If so, what threat did she pose to Sohalia? Their three children had been born with defects - perhaps the carrier of these impurities was the mother. If so, why not find another sex-partner? If the goal was to create strong progeny, then what did love have to do with anything? Why couldn't he love one, and fuck another? Why did the two need to conflict? In the simple categories of Gaucho's mind, they did not. Mara said they did, and Sohalia also seemed to think they did.
But why? Why not a lover and mistress? What did Sohalia desire from him? Protection? Affection? Gratification? All of these he could provide to her, but not only to her. He pledged his strength to the herd as a whole. Did love reduce his ability in some respect, with regards to his abilities to satisfy others? He was allowed to speak with others, some of which enjoyed it. He was allowed to spar with others, some of which enjoyed it. He was allowed to protect others, many of whom enjoyed it. So why were some of his abilities restricted, but not others? Certainly it couldn't be because Ampere might enjoy it, for others enjoyed services he deployed all the time. It couldn't be because they would be physically close, for sparring forced him into direct contact with others more frequently than he was in contact with Sohalia. Was it that he couldn't love another? But if that was the case, how did Sohalia justify their three children? Did she not love them, and him? Did she not love the Sun God, and Africa? Did she not love the child she bore to Note? So it couldn't be love, for Sohalia herself loved many other than he.
So what then? What was the elusive factor that seemed so clear to Mara and everyone else. Why should he restrict his gaze merely to Ampere's face? Why shouldn't he succumb to the masculine desires he felt burningly spring to life in her presence?
The culmination of this question was a frustrated stirring deep within Gaucho's loins, expressed by the clamping shut of his jaws, and the shifting of his weight. As distracting as Ampere was - the desire to illuminate the swell of her flank with the flames lining his wings, to see the play of the Sun God's symbols against the spark of her gaze - he tried to focus upon Ghost. Luckily, the mare was appealing enough to look at. The palette of her body was simple, but intriguing. Her dark gaze seemed playful and dark at the same time, while her carriage seemed to suggest that although she was a spy, she could perhaps hold her own quite well.
As she spoke, Gaucho's dark ears bobbed slightly taking in her words. Although he had gotten better at understanding the quick speech that many used, he still relied heavily upon Mara for translation. The snake did, supplementing mental pictures when she found it an easier way to convey the message.
"Helovia nirat mel save." The WildFire mumbled under his breath, slipping into his native tongue. Lately he had been teaching Sohalia and his son's the language of his people. The words, archaic and tribal rolled off of his tongue elegantly and without pause. Speaking this way, it is hard to think of Gaucho as the simplistic-minded idiot that many take him to be.
As Ampere's gaze met his own, heat rose to his cheeks, feeling as though lines of fire like those on his wings also lined the angular bones of his jaw. For a moment Ghost disappeared and it was simply the two of them, standing on the border. Anything could happen. But the moment didn't last - it couldn't. Stronger than the temptation to give into his urges, was his desire to protect the herd. He may not be their Sultan anymore, but he was their Gladiator. He would not let the herd fall into darkness and chaos, the way they had during the invasion of the Wraiths. That memory alone might have been enough to pull his mind back to the caves, and the darkness, and Ampere, had the blue not spoken.
We have to keep the herd from the island
Puzzled, the WildFire narrowed his dark gaze. In his antlers, Mara also seemed troubled; her forked tongue tasted the air, but found no scent of cowardice. "Not all go", he agreed, reverting back to the bulky language of Helovia. "But Gaucho go. " Grinning darkly, Gaucho let his flame-tipped wings unfurl slightly from his sides. Fire cast ominous shadows upon the ground, as he let his gaze slip from Ampere, to Ghost, then back again. Raising a large black hoof, Gaucho dropped it down into the sands with a snort. "Worms not a problem."
Helovia nirat mel save :: Helovia is full of evil again.
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster
She waited with impatience, hooves shifted from one side to the other whilst her dark eyes watched the pair. There was something here between these two creatures that had maybe transpired before, or just happening now? How should the ignorant little banshee know, all she saw was the flash of flame from the male's wings and the spark of dust around the blue mare. Was it really a wise decision to leave such information in the hands of two who looked more interested in other things? They were two interesting souls, a clash of wild primitive and bold electric, Ghost was certain she had never seen two like them. Perhaps Midas would know who they were and even a few stories about them, her nosy curiosity almost caused her to ask what the fuss was all about, but her sooty trap remained shut. She was here on duty not on personal obligation.
Her eyes caught that of the blue one who seemed to stare at her so hard Ghost began to wonder what exactly she was seeing. It was almost like she was desperately trying to find an answer written on her dark forehead. The banshee simply stared back with cold disinterested eyes and a grim line set into her lips until finally the mare spoke. Keeping her herd from the island was a good call, though many would surely still go anyway out of the need to know, weren't most creatures full of curiosity?
The big lad, with the fiery wings and the glowing horns spoke then, his sentences weren't fully formed and he almost sounded like a child. His first words were not even in a language Ghost understood and she swallowed away her frustration. This idiot clearly wasn't a native like herself and his strangely worded response suggested he thought himself something of a big shot. At least in Ghost's eyes. Though the spy couldn't deny, as her eyes appreciated his body, he certainly looked all brawn and no brain, she could see him being handy in a tight spot on a battlefield. Especially with such a magnificent snake, the sprite had never seen anyone with a snake friend before and she was quite impressed. Regardless, her message appeared to have been received and Ghost didn't quite fancy playing the gooseberry for much longer.
"Don't get eaten from the inside out, big boy" she purred her warning. With that she looked at both of them in turn with a formal nod, her mission here was complete and it left her with only one other thing to say. "If you hear of anything else, see anything, please return the favour and we will do the same..." She paused for a moment, remembering something the blue mare had murmured earlier. "Or if you know anything right now, I would much like to hear it" perhaps she was pushing the barriers of allies by simply demanding and not asking. Yet, it wasn't in Ghost's nature to take heed of pleasantries.
Not cowardice, but fear in one way or another. While Gaucho remembered the wraiths and the caves with strengthened resolve, Ampere remembered them as weakened mortality. Had he forgotten how utterly useless fighting those things had been? What if this evil, whatever it was, for it seemed only to manifest as some sort of presence (or worms), what if it was the same way? Ampere did not fear death, but she saw little need in pointlessly hurtling into a dark abyss in which her hooves and her teeth and inevitably her corpse would do nothing to stave off. How she wished it was something so simple as fighting back. She was desperate for it to be that easy, but she knew it wasn't. At the end of the day, magic or not, they were nothing more than human horse.
Ampere's eyes burned as she looked at Gaucho, fear quickly crumbling away to anger. "Gaucho, don't be so foolish!" she cried out, her feathers flaring against her sides as energy uncoiled from inside her. It hummed in her words, so strong and sudden that she nearly cut Ghost off. "It's more than just worms!" she snapped, her own hoof stomping in the sand - frustration. She wanted his self-assurance that it would be so simple, that the strength of her body and soul was enough to combat whatever threat was posed to them. She wanted him safe too, because he had vanished once before and it had been hell.
For all her wants though, she simply could not trick herself, not this time.
"I've been on the island a few times and never seen shit, not worms nor dead pegasus falling from the sky. Yet were warned of them all the same, one by the God of the Sun no less." That name flew from her tongue like fire, scorching her mind with the cruel memory of the blazing deity. She hoped the name would jar some sensibility into the Wildfire though. "We should speak to the gods," she said after a moment, quieter now, though the energy had not dissipated. It grew more dangerous as it sunk inside of her, visible only in the storm caught within her gaze, a stare which remained trained upon Gaucho. Though she was not able to readily sling images and emotions at him like Mara, she hoped at least he could feel her, as she so often did him when their eyes met. I can't lose you, her eyes begged. It was stupid, because she'd never had him, not even once. I shouldn't want him a quiet part of her reminded, but it was quickly drowned out with the roar of static. She would protect Gaucho if need be, even from himself. It would ruin her, but better to keep him alive than lament him through the end of her lifetime.
Ghost had since become an after thought, but it did not make what Ampere had to say any less valuable to the spy. "If the Sun warned Cera with images of the pegasus dying on the island," Ampere began, recounting her thoughts aloud, hoping Gaucho might follow them rather than bull forward. "Then he should know more, about the worms or otherwise."
A grin spread Gaucho's dark lips at Ghost's words. The idea of some physical force trying to take him down had its appeal - the idea that such small creatures could somehow band together to prove a force to be reckoned with was a challenge that Gaucho had never experienced before. But he would like to. Perhaps the blood-soaked mare would want to be around to watch? She sort of seemed the type who might enjoy it. Something about her was dark, but in a way that was illuminating and inviting. Gaucho approved.
Ampere's outburst tore his gaze away from the hybrid. The look in his gaze was unimpressed and perhaps disappointed. Was Ampere's soul not of the calibre he had thought? Was she weak? Afraid? She certainly never seemed it before. Narrowing his gaze until the light in his eyes was lost in the darkness, he bore into her skeptically. His ears slid backwards as he stood taller, as if the height difference between the two was no longer meant to be thought of as comforting, but as patronizing. "Not foolish." He snapped, as his dark tail swayed agitatedly. There was a difference between being foolish and being bold, that much was true. But it was never a line that Gaucho concerned himself with - in his military decisions he was never foolish. It was absurd of her to even suggest that he might be.
At her mention of the Sun God, Gaucho's nose immediately swayed: No. He had been there to hear Cera's warning as well, and was not deterred. "Cera already speak to Sun God." He chastised as his black wings rose slightly, making him appear larger than he was, and casting ominously warm shadows upon Ampere's coat. "He already tell us what he want us to know. If there was more, he would have said. We not question Sun God" The finality of Gaucho's verdict seemed obvious from the flatness of his voice. If the Sun God had sent a message to Cera, obviously he had done so intentionally. If there was more that they ought to know, he would have revealed it then. The conclusion was simple in the WildFire's mind, given his utter confidence and faith in their fiery deity. So much so, that Ampere's words almost sounded blasphemous.
"We tell herd." He advised, spreading his wings further to indicate that he didn't plan on remaining in the trio for much longer. "Tell herd. Make plan. Go to Island."
Retreating a few steps, Gaucho spun on his well muscled hind end. Casting a glance over his blue-striped shoulder, he nodded briefly to Ghost, before settling his gaze on Ampere. He looked at her with a reserved sort of wondering. In that moment, he no longer knew what he thought of her. If there had been anything more than physical between them, for the first time, it was wavering. But the threat to the herd swamped whatever mental resources he might have had to think through this collision course the two were surely on. The safety of the herd would always come first.
With a soft tug from Mara indicating that they should go, Gaucho's gaze pulled away. Powerful strides pulled him away from the two mares, and into the sky.
[I don't know where this is in Ampere/Gaucho's timeline. I'm assuming after Cera thread ... before Buce thread? IDK. But herd meeting next?]
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