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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.
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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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There was a moment where the young colt didn't know what was expected of him. Was he supposed to wander home and show up on his mother's doorstep with a warm smile on his face like nothing happened? Would she be able to understand the memories that haunted his young mind? The events that turned the young colts mind into the mind of the stallion that saw too much of a poisoned world? No, he couldn't expect his beloved mother to understand, nor his brother that continued to grow up under the protection of his previous homeland and herd. These where only some of the thoughts that encircled his entangled mind.
This was the same mind though was ensnared by the shadow mother, and the same mind that was possessed by the skull that diligently shook trying to rid the youngster from these thoughts. But it wasn't enough, so hooves slowly slide forward, each step being taken with hesitation as he looked toward the Threshold's thick forests and uncertain future.
So Levex continued onward, pulling his thickly feathered wings closer to his buckskin body as he pulled his head downwards towards his chest as Frostfall pinched at his flesh. His emaciated form slowly slithered through the trees, hide brushing against the winter touched bark as wary two toned eyes scanned the horizon. The youngster was expecting danger perhaps he was even looking for it as he glanced across the horizon.
There was even a soft audible sigh as the colt unfurled his wings, allowing the soft shades of blue to sing praise to the moon and reveal his ribs as he stood out there, alone, in the evening chill.
Getting back into the routine of the Edge meant visiting the Threshold once more. She liked coming here, liked offering the opportunity of a home. Liked seeing the fresh faces discovering Helovia for the first time. She remembered her own entrance here with such fondness, remembered the conversation with Blitzen, Dust and – of course – Kahlua. Someone had taken the time to offer her a chance and a home that had turned into a family so it only seemed right to try and do the same. Pass it on and maybe add a little security to someone’s life.
What she wasn’t expecting, however, entering the threshold under the moon to spot a figure that triggered a memory in her mind. They were not immediate familiar, this colt had grown considerably since she had last seen him but still… it could be him, right? Alysanne had been planning on wandering aimlessly until the dawn came and brought new faces but now she altered her plan.
Hemlock flew on silent wings through the bare trees, disturbing small tuffs of snow on purpose so that they would flutter down to Aly as she passed beneath. But she ignored this favourite game of theirs for now as she could see in the bright moonlight the lines of the ribs protruding from this colt’s sides. Her stomach twisted and worry settled in like a heavy pit. There had been concern upon learning he was gone but it seemed his reappearance would not cause it to disappear quite so easily.
“Levex?” Though she was certain that she recognized the colt, she sought confirmation with that question as well as the disbelief that touched her tone. Hadn’t she just been talking to his twin upon her own return about how he had been missing? That was back when there were golden and orange leaves on the trees, when there was still warmth in the air.
The painted pegasus paused near him, having approached from his left side, and did not rush forward to fuss like she was itching to do. Best to be cautious. A soft voice broke the silence of the Frostfall night again, her concern giving way to a small smile as she explained how she knew his name. “You probably don’t remember me, I was there when you were born. I’m Alysanne and I’m a friend of your mother.”
Bucephalus once more found himself gliding over the Threshold. Why he did so, he couldn't fathom. Was it an inborn desire to roam, to avoid being confined, to let the winds carry him as far as they so wished? 'Does a part of me not wish to remain with Dragon's Throat?' He frowned at that. Impossible. He felt rather content in the desert; it was like returning home, albeit with a fresh start and new identity. When he is called Bucephalus, it feels like wearing an ill fitting outfit, but one that protects from the elements, so you tolerate the discomfort. A pang of longing hit him, and his golden gaze lifted towards the faint mountains far in the distance.
But before he could begin to stray into his memories and nostalgia, he pulled himself from his thoughts and tucked a wing, shaking off his growingly despairing mood with a few acrobatics. It was then, during an upside-down flip, that he spotted a pegasus walking in the leafless trees of the Threshold. Bucephalus righted himself, glancing down at the pegasus. What he saw stunned him. The emaciated thing walking beneath him was pitiful, ribs raised on it's hide. Without hesitation Bucephalus flung himself from the air, landing an appropriate distance from the newcomer, his ears pricked sharp. "Hello there." He called, masking his worry as he folded his wings, gaze flickering over the pegasus.
Once more he was startled. He hadn't noticed from high above, but the pegasus before him was young, startling so. Still a youngling, a gangly colt. "Is it safe to assume you have no herd?" He asked, frowning now, concern in his gold gaze. Every nerve screamed to get the colt food; no child should ever be thin from starvation. It was something Bucephalus had been raised on, adults in his herd often starving themselves to ensure the health of their offspring, and seeing the thin colt was so incredibly wrong to the stallion.
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The cool evening breeze settled over the colts hide as he continued to stand there with his wings raised, and his head glancing up towards the heavens. There resided the moon in all it's glory. Levex allowed the soft sigh to escape from his lips once again as he shook his head. The moon was where the god resided, well at least that was what his young mind thought as he continued to muse about the purpose of his wings. Perhaps he was meant to fly up there and meet with the god? Perhaps these wings where a mark of his superiority like the shadow mother said? He wasn't certain, and he was almost positive that he would never find out the purpose of his wings without instruction.
'Levex?' He heard the soft lull of a feminine voice break though his musing. Was that the shadow mother coming back for him to scold him for leaving? The youngster quickly turned his head toward's the sound, confirming that that was indeed his name, as he responded to the feminine voice. Interest reflected in his weary gaze as his muzzle slowly dropped down towards the ground in defeat. The child was tired, hungry, cold, unsure, and wary of this stranger that called his name in recognition. This was not shadow mother.
So the young colt could only glance at her, and allow himself to stare as his sides heaved from exhaustion. His left wing flinched towards his left side as she approached. The skittish colt then crossed stepped away from her, his ears flicking back as his eyes rotated, flashing whites as he tried to keep her within his sight but at a distance. He did not know her. He did not trust her. But she smelt like...home, and mother, so this little snippet was enough to keep the exhausted child from fleeing off into the safety of the deadened forest.
But her next words captured a piece of his curiosity, and his memories. She was there when he was born? Levex took a wary step towards her, his lips pressing together in a thin panicked line as his ears slowly twisted towards her in interest. "You know my mother?" His broken voice strained against the silence as he grew even more curious than before. But that curiosity was replaced when a stallion also landed, making the frightened child flinch again and retreat back into himself.
Then again, his curiosity was captured once more. This was a stallion, and he had wings. Was this his daddy? Levex grew hopeful all at once as he teetered toward's the stallion, a soft but lonely nicker escaping his lips as he cautiously made his way towards him. This stallion didn't look like him, but he had wings. His childish mind didn't grasp the comprehension that just because he had wings didn't exactly make him his father, Levex would think so however until justly corrected.
He couldn't help but feel like this father of his was a tall man, perhaps he himself would grow just as tall as daddy Bucephalus here. The giddy hope though unfurled itself from his skinny frame and finally lit up his eyes. But father was now frowning. Why? This made the colt tilt his head, "Daddy, why do you frown?" He questioned with uncertainty.
But instantly he would swing his two toned eyes back toward's the mare. She knew his mother, and he found his father. Life seemed to be looking up since leaving the shadow mother.
Bucephalus dipped his head to the painted mare, although her words made him blink. She knew the colt's mother? He looked to Levex then when the little foal cried out in loneliness, and he blinked at the sudden blossoming of hope in his eyes as he tumbled towards the black. Why was this youngling so happy to see him? He didn't pay much more attention to the mare, his gaze focusing on the emaciated colt. Was Levex hopeful that Buce had food or something with him? Or that he came to take him away? Instantly Buce's thoughts grew irritated. There was the chance that a mare abused or neglected him. Was that the reason?
He got his answer promptly.
"Daddy, why do you frown?" Those words froze Bucephalus in place, his ears pricked forward and eyes wide at the colt's words. Daddy? The black glanced behind him, thinking to see Levex's father stride into view. But the only stallion in the Threshold at that time was him. He looked back at the youngster, at the light in his eyes. Aw hell. Bucephalus lowered his head, letting out a soft nicker to recatch the colt's attention. "I am not your father, young one. You have me mistaken for someone else." He said gently.
He had mounted mares before, aye, and probably had a brat or two running amok. But all the mares had been bays, and for a dun with the blue markings this colt had to be born from him... well it was downright impossible. "But do you know what your mother looks like?" He asked, head tilting.
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There was a moment where Levex allowed his childish tail to snap happily behind him as he continued to watch the painted woman for a moment longer. That was when his dad's call caught his attention and he instantaneously flicked his head back towards the black and keenly wobbled towards him on shaking legs. Ears steadily flicked towards him as he inched closer, lips trembling as he attempted to nipped out at the stallion's nose in a playful manner.
With a toss of his head the child went to turn away, wanting to briskly walk and egg his father into a game of tag. But his next words spoken made the colt stop in his tracks, his right hoof suspended above the ground, and his ears flicking back to devour his words. No. There wouldn't be a mistake, only his father would come here to pick him up.There had to be some logical explanation on why his father didn't instantly recognize him.
Thoughts pulled and tumbled through the colts mind as thin lips pressed together. I got it! The colt thought. His father had to be some politician of some sorts, some man that accidentally bred mother and was trying not to let it get out. Surely that would cause a serious scandal? Better yet, his father was king of some herd somewhere, and he couldn't risk the ire of the current queen?
Instantly Levex was impressed as he turned back to face his father. Seconds and then minutes ticked by as the colt hungrily devoured the stallions appearance and then his scent, inching forward as he attempts to bump his nose against daddies once again. Tiny tail danced eagerly behind him as he gave daddy a suspicious look, as if the two of them where keeping some dangerous secret away from the world.
The colt would slowly nod, agreeing to some extent before conspiratorially whispering "Okay dad, I'll play along." He stated with a serious nod. Dad didn't have to claim him immediately, they had the rest of their lives to catch up and do things like...chase a butterfly, play fighting on the beach, being manly on top of a hill. There was all the time in the world, at least through a child's eyes there was.
But then father would speak again, asking about mother. 'I knew he cared!' This internal monologue confirmed that this was indeed his father. "Of course I know what mommy looks like!" The colt squeaked as he rocked ribbed stomach from left to right, but then he sighed. "But she's so far, she smells like the nice lady here." He whined before glancing back at the painted mare before looking back towards daddy. "I'll have to go back home to see her..." The colt commented as a sense of dread crept along his spine. Would she be happy to see him? Would she welcome with with soft nickers and a grooming session? The child just couldn't be sure.
But this would be the moment that he carefully lifted his head up to glance up at daddy. "You should come with us!" He eagerly puncuated with a squeal before lowering his voice to a whisper, "I mean...when you're tired of ruling your kingdom, you can come with us, and we can be a family...again."
What? Now he was downright confused. He frowned faintly as he listened to the colt, his confusion only growing. Kingdom? Did this little one think him some great king? The thought almost made him laugh. His more vain half preened; he was kingly looking. But he forced the amusement from his mind, exhaling softly. What was he supposed to do? This colt seemed downright determined that Bucephalus was his father. Although, Buce couldn't help but want to downright pummel the child's real father. To leave one's colt so young he didn't know what you looked like and mistook a stranger for a father? Deadbeat ass.
His attention focused on the small buckskin, and he lowered his head to be even with the colt's. A family. Sadly enough, he wanted that, but had downright now clue how he could be a father. His own was torn from him at too young of an age. But he couldn't leave the youngster hanging, let the silence go on. With a glance at the painted mare, he spoke. "I'm no king... merely a Crafter, a creator. But, if you'd like you could come to Dragon's Throat with me until your mother comes for you. It's a pretty desert at the Throat." He said, ears flicking forward at the colt. The Throat would keep him safe while Buce could try to find Levex's mother. He didn't know if the painted mare truly was from the same herd as his mother; things could have happened and the two mares at odds. He'd heard tales of mares going after others's foals and injuring them. And he'd be damned if he'd let that possibility even begin.
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After giving up attempting to fly yet again the colt wandered in his loneliness not really knowing where he would end up. Nursing his wounded pride after numerous failed flying attempts he was beginning to think that he would never be able to use these useless appendages upon his back for more than a fan. As he entered the treeline he carefully folded his wings back along his brindled sides with a agonized sigh. Why couldn't things just go back to the way they were? Mom would be much happier and not isolate herself away and he would have his brother back again. If they were all back together again they could be a family once more...well sort of. Daddy wouldn't be there with us though... the colt thought sadly wishing that he knew something about his father. He had tried asking momma before but she had not said too much and right now he didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was.
Weaving through the forest it wasn't long before voices caught his ear coming from somewhere nearby. At first thought he was going to just ignore them and start to head home but then thought better of it. He had brought back Yuuta before and made the painted mare happy maybe he could find someone else. Turning to his left he perked his ears using the sound of the voices to guide him. Picking his feet up as he walked he tried to keep his blue orbs out for whoever was out here but also watching out for branches and logs underneath the snow.
The painted pegasus was the first that came into view and he happily trotted up to her wickering softly in recognition. Before he could reach Aly's side the other two figures came into sight causing him to lose track of where his feet were going. Faltering as his front hoof snagged against a buried fallen tree the colt flailed about trying to regain his balance nearly tumbling to the ground in the process. Barely managing to stay upright he found himself staring wide eyed at the other colt looking much like a fawn with splayed legs and head near the ground. He was not able to move nevermind believe what he was seeing in front of him. His brother? But that was impossible! They had searched everywhere for him and had never found him for months. How was he standing here now and...looking so happy?
L...levex?? he finally managed to question faintly still in total shock. Surely this had to be a dream or something...this just couldn't be real? In the background he could see the other stranger standing nearby looking not nearly as confused as he felt.
"Aeolus Speaks.."
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If there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?
Levex nickered silently under his breath to his father as came down to nose level with him. The youngster couldn't help the building excitement as his father spoke about being a crafter. Levex had no idea what that was, but whatever daddy was meant that it was awesome, perhaps that's what father's herd called their ruler? It seemed feasible to him. So head only nodded along as father spoke. Tiny boned wings would twitch in excitement as the colt teetered forward again, trying to find some way to sneak under his father as he gave a questioning glance towards the painted woman.
But soon thought of her was forgotten as he lowered his voice once again so that he was only whispering to his father. "Dad, can you show me how to fly when we get there?" The colt murmured as he allowed tiny hooves to kick up the snow as he eagerly jogged in place, ears flicked forward in high alert as he blinked not even waiting for an answer or missing a beat as he continued onwards. "First thing we can do is fight a squirrel!" The colt squeaked again in childish excitement before shuffling his hooves to turn around.
That was when he saw his mirror image, and the words hit his ears in a familiar lull. Levex? It was more of a question, a statement, all balled up into one. Those two toned eyes stared at his twin in shock as he head slowly canted to the left side. "Aeolus?" He questioned right back as he glanced towards his brother's fire set wings and then allowed a smile to curl upon his thin lips as he trotted towards him.
"Brother," the colt exclaimed not even missing a beat as he picked up his hooves a bit as emaciated form closed the distances. "Look Aeolus, I found our father!" He singsonged onward as he stretched out his nose towards his brothers a blew out a warm greeting. His eyes glassed over, tears threatening to fall from mismatch eyes as he shook his head and then glanced back towards his adopted father. "How's mother?" The colt softly questioned of his brother.
Bucephalus couldn't help the amusement as the skinny colt moved about him, and he lowered his head when the little buckskin went under his wing. He had to remind himself that he'd only be watching the boy until he could find his mother, but he couldn't deny it. The little twit was adorable. What would it be like to actually have a colt? To be a father? He wondered about it wistfully, but shook himself out of the daze and into reality.
"We'll see. I'm sure you'll be exhausted by the time we get to the Throat, however." He said, amused as he turned to leave the clearing, but a shape sprawling out onto the snowy ground gave him pause, and he blinked. Did... the colt just spawn a twin? Was there more? The two were brothers, there was no doubt. Was the mother near as well?
But Levex's words caught Buce's attention, and he blinked. "Levex, i'm not your father." He corrected, turning to face both of the youngsters, his gold gaze flicking between them both. Well... maybe if the newcomer was here, their mother was nearby as well, and he could be a goodie goodie and return the colt to his mother. Let him have his family.
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11-10-2014, 11:08 PM (This post was last modified: 11-10-2014, 11:08 PM by Aeolus.)
Feeling completely shell shocked with his latest discovery the poor colt could barely manage to wrap his head around the idea that his brother was alive and well. Gaping like a fish out of water the colt couldn't take his eyes off Levex for the fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye again. He wasn't sure whether to be completely estatic or angry at his twin now that he had found him again. Yes he was excited that this was really his brother and so happy to have him back but in the other sense he was furious at him for putting them all through this in the first place. Why had he run away? Why had he not come back until now? How could he do this to them and act as if it were nothing more than a game? Mother had cried over his disappearance every night when she had thought he was asleep curled up beside her. What was he supposed to think?
It took a couple minutes before his brain started processing everything to find himself standing there like an idiot while everything was happening around him. Pulling his legs back underneath himself properly he cast a backwards gaze to Aly with uncertainty wondering what he was supposed to do now. Looking back just in time to see Levex barreling towards him he couldn't help feeling the same excitement bubble up inside of him. Flicking his tail around happily he returned the greeting prancing a couple steps forward before stopping to reach his nose out to his brother. It had been a couple months since he had last seen him but he had not changed that much in the time that had passed. Levex had grown but then again he had as well. Compared to himself his coat colour had changed minimally where his own had lightened considerably to reveal the weird brindled stripy marks all over him. At the mention of what came next in the series of surprises that day was the announcement of Levex having found their dad. Furrowing his brow in question he managed to tear his gaze from his twin to look past him at the pegasus stallion. Could this really be their father? His heart wanted to believe it to be true but he still held reservations about the whole daddy topic. Why had he not come to see them? Why had he left them?
"Mother is fine but you scared us by leaving. We looked for you everyday! " He replied with a strange mixture of emotion rushing into his tone all at once. He didn't sound angry but he wasn't completely estatic either, it was something in between. "Momma will be much happier now that you have come back though!" This time his tone couldn't help but be bubbling with happiness.
Flicking his ears back to the strange stallion as he spoke he pulled his attention immediately to him. Cocking his head to the side he took in everything about him seeing that perhaps Levex could be right for a change. Bounding forward with hope he approached the larger pegasus with wonder reaching his muzzle out to try and touch his. Not even hearing the last sentence spoken by the stallion he couldn't help but feel excitement bubbling through his veins. "Daddy? Why didn't you come see us sooner?" Glancing back to Levex he motioned for him to join him again. " Can we be a family again now?"
Levex keenly moved forward as he touched muzzled with his brother in silent greeting, there was so much for the two of them to catch up on. Not only did he find his father out here, but he found his brother, and a friend of his mother’s as well. This meant that his family was whole again, they would be able to trot off into the sunset, or whatever else happened in a happily ever after, at least this is what Levex thought as he jerked his head upward into the air as playfulness overtook him.
Legs briskly jogged in place, matching his brother prance for yearling prance as he dipped his head first to the left, and then to the right, already trying to figure out which way to dance upon his hind legs so he could play fight his brother for old time’s sake. Father though cut in, speaking of his majestic kingdom…something about throats (which actually sounded disgusting to the colt. Who would want to live in a throat?) But such like the obedient child he was, he stayed silent, except for when a high pitched childish squeal rang out amongst the bare trees as he bobbed his head up and down towards his brother, but soon the mood became somber. ”I meant to return…but I couldn’t find my way back…Shadow Mother…” Levex trailed off, his eyes slowly casting down to the ground as he blankly stared at the sheet of white. Tiny tail stopped it’s excited twitching behind him as the past few months flashed through his mind. Suddenly the colt jerked his head upwards, back peddling a moment as the white of his eyes flashed and underwhelming muscles attempted to flex in preparation to flee. Mentally chiding himself though, Levex would take a second to remind himself that shadow mother was not here, he couldn’t get in trouble; it was only his brother and father here currently.
But the bounce suddenly returned to his brother’s voice, and Levex found himself cutting a hazel eye towards him as his own features suddenly lit up as he edged closer to his brother once again. Soon enough though Aeolus was flicking his ears towards father, and Levex couldn’t help but do the same. His second statement also ignored by the youngster who was too caught up with chatting with his brother to hear his denial yet again. Hopefully expression though flickered back upon his face as he watched Aeolus approach, reaching out towards daddy like he did once more.
“Brother, look at his wings!” He announced as he leaped forward on shaking legs to resume the inspection of his adopted father. Wings though quickly stretched outwards as he fanned them out from his sides, trying to compare wing spans but instantly knew that he was no match for dad’s impressive set of wings. Stepping briskly to the side, Levex found himself attempting to approach his brother’s left side so he could gaze upwards towards father. “Hey Aeo? We should go with daddy for a while, so we can catch up…” He said before dropping his voice down into a soft unsure whisper, “I’m not ready to see mommy yet…” The colt would then lower his head a bit, trying to restrain the strained sigh that would threaten. But then that reminded him, did mommy still have milk set aside for him? He would have to seriously fight Aeolus if there wasn't!
Okay, he gave up. Trying to convince these colts that he wasn't their father was a battle for another day; it was just too damn cold right then. He lowered his head to theirs, watching Levex inspect him with amusement. He'd play along until he could get ahold of their mother. What else was he to do? He should take them to the Edge...but he didn't know where that was, and didn't exactly trust a colt's memory on the way home. "Once we find your mother." He said to Aeolus, lifting his head and mentally sighing. This..was going to be interesting. He'd have to explain this to Gaucho. Hell.
The stallion then turned, looking at the two of them. Since they couldn't fly... it was going to be a long walk. Especially with Levex so scrawny. They'd have to stop often for the colt to eat and rest. But, it'd be worth it. He could do a good thing and reunite a mare with her sons. "Come along boys. We've got a long ways to go." He said, shifting his wings around to a position that would be comfortable for the long walk, his ears pricked towards the colts before he began walking, shaking his dished head. How did he end up in this mess so suddenly? Surprise surprise...he got adopted.
(OOC: Short post is short, but i figured this would wrap up the thread?)
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Any force is allowed against short of death.
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