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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.
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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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12-15-2014, 11:22 AM (This post was last modified: 12-15-2014, 12:22 PM by Thranduil.)
Thranduil
This wasn’t easy. With a long sigh the gold noses the small brown body awake. The small fawn was a new additional to his daily annoyances. But it- Haldir was more trouble that he was worth at the moment. In the darkness of night the fawn blended in near perfectly. His black spotted coat would one day grow out into something more fitting of his race, but for now it did it’s job and hid him perfectly in the dark. For several days now the golden son had taken more effort into the relationship. If the fawn was to be attached to him, better make sure he wasn’t an idiot. So the much to the fawn’s joy, he was not always stashed away places. The little one had not enjoyed those, after hours he always began to worry and grow hungry. A strange irritation would build in him right at the end, but that golden creature would always return. He would try not to get too excited, but he couldn’t help it. The golden didn’t seem to like it when he did that. Perhaps, the fawn thought, if he could please this gold creature more, he wouldn’t be left alone so long. With effort the little deer tried, and much to his happiness the gold seemed to tolerate him more. It was clear to the small fawn the gold was not his papa, but also, the little one had decided, clear that they were together somehow.
There was always a tension though. Not to mention the persistence of that golden. The small fawn was struggling to keep up. Though the gold was taking more time, he had little patience, and there apparently was a lot to learn. Today, or still rather, tonight, the gold had pulled the fawn from his bush nest (for though the gold guarded him he did not sleep with him), and nosed the little one out here to the edge of the land. To the golden this wasn’t exactly a thrill either. He should be haunting around for information, especially with his new ranked magic, but instead he was dragging thi-Haldir out of bed to try once more to teach the creature something. Standing now in the dark the gold nosed the little creature awake once more. Its small earth eyes looked up to him with weariness, but the gold only motioned his horned head towards the eastern horizon. There, the sky was growing lighter, and lighter by the minute. Night was washing away in its wake and the world began to grow in color again.
At last the sun broke through the dunes sending a beam of pure gold out into the world, and slowing grew in size and warmth. The small little fawn watched with weary eyes, his head growing heavy, but as the light at last touched his small chilly frame he felt a warmth wash over him, and empower him. He looked up at the gold with a relaxed, but awake face. The twin horned spoke, his tongue rough from disuse. “Anaróre [sunrise]” The small fawn’s head twisted to the side as yet another strange word came from the gold’s lips. He honestly couldn’t understand the purpose of this strange creature. The gold again repeated “Anaróre” and pushed the fawn’s head towards the east. The black spotted fawn had tried once or twice in these lessons before to repeat the word, which the gold seemed so set on, but it always came out as small bleat, which the gold seemed to detest. So the fawn would just look and take it in. He had learned several words by now, nor [run], dolen [hide], tolo [come], medi [eat], ithil [moon], and his favorite elenath [starry host, night sky]. The gold also seemed to have liked the last as well. When he spoke it he did so with a sweetness the young fawn had not heard before, and for once the tension which they both usually felt eased.
It of course had ended, and now they moved back to their normal states. The young fawn though could not help but like the gold, especially during their lessons. Though he was far more tired than he should be at this age, his mind worked hard. He wanted to know what the gold knew, for it seemed the gold knew about the world. Haldir wanted to know about the world too, and be just as proud as the gold seemed to be. Of course he couldn’t quiet name such feelings yet, but there certainly was a strong part of him, that wanted to grow alongside of this creature. The gold was not so certain he liked that future, but as the days were beginning to pass, he admitted, the fawn was not too bad of company. At least the little thing had stopped bleating feebly. Plus, there might have been a small part of him that enjoyed that old speech, and having another around that he did not have to constantly analyze and attack. It was however, a very, very small piece.
With the sun rising higher in the sky the gold nosed the small fawn away. It was time to find the thin-Haldir, something to eat. The gold turned back to the small oasis he had laid claim to, where some grasses were tender enough for the fawn. The black spotted child, trotted after him, his body beginning to awake, and his steps to grow higher and stretch out. He had seen the gold move like this once and it look like a flashy display. The small fawn had liked it, but had his own ideas of how it should look. With the happiness of the end of an awkward lesson, and the energy of the sun spilling into him, the fawn decided to show off to the gold his own steps. With a regal air inscribed in his instincts from his ancestors the young fawn held his head high instead of curled, and did not rush through the steps, but let it carry him gently. The gold heard a change in pace in the fawn and looked back, only to see him coming towards him in such a step. As much of annoyance as the fawn was at taking a longer time to come along, the gold still could not help but be affected by a small rise in chest of pride. It pulled an end of his lips up in a smile. In a twisted sort of a way, it was a cute family portrait.
"talk talk talk"
OOC:: I'm SO sorry its so long, I'm still trying to find out how Haldir and Thran fit...and I'm still not sure I'm happy with it XD Let me know what you think maybe? I don't know...
Anyways, here goes nothing.
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His herd was flourishing, and he would proud of them for that. With the return of the sun they seemed more cohesive and together than they had since he had been reunited with them. He would have liked to think that this was his influence, that his insistence on family and on strength was something that they were now taking to heart, but he would be a fool to think that they had him to thank. It was the God of the Sun ... always his light that changed minds and hearts. Gaucho bowed his head in silent prayer, thanking the golden deity, and asking that his patrol today be blessed.
Rising into the sky on flaming wings, the Wildfire glided easily above the sands. His stormy gaze fell upon the half completed wall with a scowl. Now that Bucephalus was no longer a crafter the wall would take even longer to complete. Were his sons a little older, or were Zenobia around, he would put them to the task. Alas ... perhaps there would be another who would take Buce's place? Learn from Cera's knowledge of the metal that lay beneath the sands?
However his thoughts did not linger on the wall long, for below he saw a sight that caused him to descend rather rapidly from the warming air: a unicorn.
Gaucho had nearly 30 in his herd presently, and exactly four were unicorns (rather than hybrids. There were a few of those as well): Alija, Sacre, Sikeax, and Voodoo. Although some possessed hints of gold, none were as tarnished as the creature who moved below. Further, none of his flock had the mythical deer creature that dawdled on the sands near the golden one either.
Gaucho landed in a spray of flames and sand, his large hooves digging into the reddish terrain and sending it flying away from him in clumps. Ears against his head, he regarded the creature he had met a few seasons prior: Thran-doo-ul. He remembered now, although he hadn't then. He remembered being called fire bird, and being given a cloth that was meant to identify those who had deceived him. The cloth turned out to do nothing, although as a matter of fact all those Gaucho encountered after Thran had not tried to lie to him. Truth be told, all those who came before hadn't either. Gaucho had left the bit of cloth discarded somewhere - he couldn't quite remember. There had been a time he was going to offer it to the Sun God, so that his deity might take whatever bit of power was in it for himself, but hadn't. Everything else had seemed more important at the time.
"You." He breathed, leaving his flaming wings outstretched from his sides. "Why you this far into Throat?" Nostrils flaring, he took an intimidating step towards the smaller steed. He was unaccompanied, and thus even as a guest within their borders Gaucho should have been notified at once. Even if the Sun God was the reason why his family had come together so suddenly, Gaucho didn't think that they would shirk his demands and rules. He must be notified of all visitors. Because he hadn't, the Wildfire could only assume Thran was an uninvited guest - although that wasn't quite true was it?
"Too late." He growled, assuming that the golden's presence had something to do with Hotaru being here. But he was too late - Gaucho had already agreed to return her to Ophelia the next day in fact. While the Basin Lady was not aware of this little arrangement, it irked Gaucho to think she would send yet another spy into his lands when that was precisely why Hotaru had been captured. After speaking with the pink spy he decided it was wrong to have taken her, that his disagreement was with her leaders, and thus the same principle would apply here. If the Basin had sent him ... well, even more reason to speak with those in charge.
But the thought of making the golden fear ever coming here again caused the flames on Gaucho's wings to pulse and burn brightly as the thought rolled around in his mind.
[I really like how you wrote them! It makes Thran feel so much different!!
Also two things. One, can you not mention that Phi is the leader of the Basin now? It'll screw up my timeline x__X. Also, because you aren't a member of the Throat you can't actually make private threads here. You can ask that no one crash them, but you can't make them private. :3 ]
The cute moment ended quickly. Focused as he had been on the fawn, a stupid mistake, the gold missed the dark fire bird diving to them. Gold harks picked up the whoosh of wings and pinned back out of habit just as the creature landed in a firey display. The small fawn opened his eyes to see a large creature, like the gold, floating in air then landing with more display than the gold himself. With wide eyes he took the creature in, but knowing no fear, did not hide. The golden was too preoccupied to think of the fawn now. He knew that bird unfortunately, knew him very well. Stepping back against the flying sand and flames the gold hesitated. How much did the fire bird know? Did he know the gold was of the Basin? Did he know he had been spying on this land? Preying on every single conversation available to him? Tasseled tail lashed out, finish the drill right?
A smile and joy flooded the golden’s face, and he stepped happily, and boldly towards the flaming bird. “Gaucho! My fr-“ but he was cut off by the dun. With flaming wings extended, this did not look like it was going right, but without knowing how much Gaucho knew how could he not continue to lie? The gold had, and still did rejoice in the trick he pulled over the creature, and he reveled in the anger it would cause the bay. But that creature had been so thick, could he really have connected all the dots? Besides, at this rate, if he admitted defeat (which was not in the gold’s nature), it meant a spar at worst. THAT most certainly the gold knew he did not want to do. So he turns his joy to hurt at this aggressive display. He was an old friend being turned away by the very one he sought to find and help.
The poor fawn didn’t know what to make of this. Inside him he felt an excitement, a pounding of adrenaline, and it lead to a spark in his eyes, and a boldness in his step as he came to stand beside the gold. In wonder he looked over the flaming wings of this new creature. He had no name for them but that made them all the more amazing. Wagging his little tail the dark spotted creature stepped forward again, unnoticed still by the gold. The golden son had far too many more things to concentrate on. With a wounded look he looked upon the burning wings. “I have come to find you my friend. You never returned to me after we met. I grew worried-“ He was cut off again. Too late. Now that roused some curiosity. Too late for what?
The gold was more concerned though for saving his own skin at the moment though. “Too late? Did they get you? Were they lying?” He was trying not to say too much which would give him away. He knew the fire bird was the lead, and had indeed been as the ‘liars’ had said. With pensive face and hurt still in it the gold lowers his head and pleads. “My friend, what have I done to deserve this aggression? Whatever it is I shall make it all well again.” He had done everything to deserve it, but this would test if the fire bird knew or not. A small object began to brush his foreleg, but the gold was too caught up in his show to break it and look. It was still the tail of Haldir, ignorant of the seriousness of their words and displays, he leaned forward wagging at seeing the swirling flames, captivated by their display.
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Gaucho paid no attention to the small creature moving about around Thran's legs. If there was to be bloodshed today he would not be bothered by the youth's proximity to it. It was simply not the sort of thing he considered.
As Thran spoke, Gaucho felt an icy tingle begin to spread out across his back. Things did not make sense, but he couldn't quite piece things together. If Thran really was here to check up on Gaucho .. why had it taken him so long? The two had met nearly 2 seasons prior, hadn't they? He couldn't quite recall as some parts of his memory were still fuzzy - likely all the prodding from Ophelia and the Sun God. Regardless of the timeline, why was the golden prince so far within his borders? Why was he not waiting outside of the wall as he was supposed to? Or, if he was escorted this far inland where was his escort? Why was Gaucho not notified? Snorting, Gaucho glared at the golden creature as his mind tried in vain to reconcile these thoughts. It seemed much more likely that he was here as a spy ... or to rescue Hotaru but ... Why send him? Looking at the svelte golden creature with the newborn babe Gaucho didn't think he would stand a chance. Even with powerful magic Gaucho would still be a worthy opponent, and within the boundaries of his own home attacking him was laughable. His entire herd would descend upon any who would try.
So what was he doing here?
"Sun God heal Gaucho." The dun replied vaguely. He was no where near the mastermind that Thranduil was, but he could at least without hold certain information, or present it. That the Sun God was the one who healed the dun should carry some weight, should it not? "Sun God tell Gaucho to return to Throat, and make him Sultan again." He offered, although Thranduil knew this information, having been present for it. Still, letting the golden know that he was indeed in charge seemed like a good idea.
"You not allowed in our borders unescorted." He continued, nostrils flaring with a shaky anger. "And no - not too late for liars. Too late for the girl. For pink spy.." His voice trailed off, trying to bait the golden into revealing why he was truly here.
[I didn't know if you wanted him to know Hotaru was here in this thread? If not I can take that part out!]
12-19-2014, 04:03 PM (This post was last modified: 12-19-2014, 04:04 PM by Thranduil.)
Thranduil
A snort rumbled through the dark creature. The gold wondered how that thick creature’s brain was muddling through all this. Oh how much the gold would give to be able to see into his small brain and know what gears were turning, or not turning. For now the hurt golden would have to satisfy with whatever the dun decided to tell him. At least that damn snake didn’t seem to be around. Considering his situation it should be understandable that the gold completely forgot about his own small pet which stood just in front of him. The dark spotted creature hadn’t forgotten about the gold. With such wonder he looked to the gold to see if he was as amazed as the fawn felt. But in looking up to the gold’s face, completely locked in seriousness with the other the small creature became confused. Looking then the actual face of the dun, which was hard considering how the wings of the creature was just so amazing, he saw the same look of seriousness. The small wagging tail calmed down. Why were they not as amazed by this trick? The thought of the two knowing each other or having a history completely escaped the small reach of the child-deer’s mind. The thought that the gold had any life beyond his time with him was completely out of his reach.
Nothing though was out of the golden’s reach, and reaching he was. Fabricating a story from the air and lies, he waited as the poor dark horse tried to muddle through his thoughts. Finally he spoke, and the gold listened more closely than he showed. He let surprise and slightly happiness flood his face at the news the fire bird was healed. Even though that was last season’s news. His face grew more relaxed and he let a small smile grow. All of that was news the golden actually already knew, but he let himself be taken for a fool. “I am glad to hear you found your way, and have restored yourself. I would have never believed, after the way you spoke of them, the others were telling the truth. I must apologize then for whatever ill my magic did. The Sun God is indeed very powerful and wise to restore you.” Though, as the dun would find out if he ever found out all of this scheme, being powerful was not the only way to get shit done around Helovia.
The small fawn looked up as the golden spoke, still understanding not a word. This didn’t upset the poor creature, he was growing quite used to it. Instead his attention became wrapped up by another strange features he began to notice on this new creature. Particularly his nose, a white stick poked out. Looking to the gold he didn’t have that, neither did Haldir. Still though nothing could compare to those wings. Knowing not what fire was, and being as unaware as he was about the meaning of seriousness, his light youth being untouchable by little voices of suggestion, he stepped to the side towards the strange outstretched things. It went, again, unnoticed by the golden. Who was wrapped up in the new subject of the dun, for this was the part where the gold was going to have to walk a tight rope. An anger undernoted his voice like before and the gold let his relief fall back to cautious hurt. “I am sorry my friend, I simply met no one, and this side of Helovia is most unknown to me.” Then hurt fell to confusion as the dun continued to speak, but inside he was growing more and more on edge.
Not too late for liars. A little red light and alarm began to sound in the gold’s mind, the dun was onto him. Very much aware of what the gold might be doing here. But as he continued to speak the gold relaxed slightly, the thick creature thought he was here for the pink spy, Hotaru. The gold had indeed been there when the dun attacked, and yes, had returned to seek her out, but as far as he cared that mare could sit in this desert and weep. Her own nosings had gotten her here, she was more than capable of getting herself out, and if not, then the gold didn’t want her in his ranks. So the gold wrinkles his face, and head tilts. “Pink spy?...Gaucho, my friend, I know not who you speak, but surely you have not grown so vicious as to kill?” Jumping to conclusions to cover others is a most nifty little trick. Besides, now at least he could figure out what the beast wanted with her. If she was in real danger the gold supposed he might try and so something, though the point of it really did escape him.
The small fawn was having his own fast thoughts. Creeping forward he looked only at the faming wings still outstretched. His little nose reached forward, but smelled only sweat and wind, not that he knew what any of it meant. The black spotted fawn was now less than a yard from the beautiful things, and he at last stopped, still gazing in innocent wonder. Now, so close he was noticed. The gold looked saw him from the corner of his eye and it was only by skill he face did not change. In fact he did nothing. The gold was not a very kind teacher, nor did he want to teach caution or fear. So he looks back to the dun. If danger would come to that black spotted fawn, well only more leverage against this fire bird, and a well learned lesson for the small creature about exactly how hot fire can be. It was time, if the dun decided it to be, the small fawn knew the world was not a kind place. Regrettable, and there was a small, tiny, minuscule part of the gold that did not want to see the fawn feel the pain so young, but nothing, in the gold's mind, could be done.
"talk talk talk"
OOC:: Just a side note/warning, though Thranduil doesn't care, or rather doesn't think he cares about Haldir, if you do hurt him his possessiveness of the fawn will lash out. He doesn't know at the moment exactly how much he likes the little one. =]
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Once again, as before, Gaucho felt himself frustrated and overwhelmed by the depth of Thranduil's words. They glossed over him, and, without Mara's aid, would have simply slipped through the cracks of his primitive mind and be lost forever. Luckily though Mara was listening, as she always seemed to be, already her mind far more complex than Gaucho's. The snake was untrusting of Thranduil, but her justification was flaky; without foundation. Thranduil was good at what he did. His expressions were nearly perfect and his words laced with an emotion that was nearly a perfect facsimile for genuine concern and care. Mara wanted to believe that he was lying, that all of this was part of his plot but ... what grounds did she have to believe such a thing? The cloth hadn't worked, but then again lots of magical items failed to work and no harm had come to her bonded as a result of it.
Still .. something wasn't right. The snake was tempted to mis-translate the things Thran was saying, to make him sound more hostile but .. her moral compass wouldn't allow it.
"Pink Spy." He repeated, stomping a hoof into the sands irately. How could Thran not know of whom he spoke? Gaucho knew everyone in his own herd - and could probably identify them just by a description of their markings and rank as he was giving now. Was the Basin truly so large that their members were completely unaware of each other? How .. strange. "She pink. From Basin. She spy. Have foals." He shrugged again, that was more or less what he knew of her, other than her treachery against his herd.
However as Thran mentioned whether or not Gaucho had moved up to killing, his dark ears flickered with uncertainty. Is that what they thought? Is that why they were all so concerned, so full of hate when he had taken Hotaru? They thought he meant to kill her? Over her failed attempts as a spy? It was almost laughable, although Gaucho's stoic gaze remained as fixed as ever. "Not kill. No reason yet. Spy try to take from Gaucho's family. Gaucho challenge her but she decide to be prisoner instead." It was the same story he had told his herd, and the same he tried to tell Ophelia, although he got the distinct impression that she didn't understand (only because she disagreed. Gaucho was sure that if she understood she would be in agreement).
As the fawn gradually edged closer, Mara peered out of Gaucho's dark mane to watch it as it peered with a childlike interest at his wings. Her forked tongue scented the air as she debated as to whether or not the small creature was up to anything nefarious. But the sheen of wonder that crossed its face and glowed in its gaze suggested otherwise. Unless perhaps it was just as skilled in deceit as Thranduil was? Gaucho however was not interested in the creature. As it strayed closer to his wing, the Wildfire's blocky head turned towards the child. With a stern Mmpphhhhh, Gaucho abruptly shook the wing closest to the fawn. Flames danced and trickled down his wing to his shoulder, burning brightly but heatlessly. Light and shadow wavered on the ground with the motion of his wing.
As his blocky head twisted back to regard the golden one, he snorted uncaring if he frightened the tiny fawn. It shouldn't be on his sands. Neither of them should be. "Gaucho fine. Pink spy not dead. You not belong here unescorted." The fire that bubbled on his wings blazed taller for a moment as emotion washed through Gaucho. He only just realized that Thranduil hadn't even bothered to respond to Gaucho's charge that he was on the sands illegally as it were, previously. Magic swarmed up through his breast, clouding his vision with its power for a moment. Lowering his antlered skull slightly, meaning to drive the devil out with his horns if necessary, he paused.
The golden one always did have an explanation for his behavior, the Wildfire had learned that.
[AHH SORRY I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS THREAD.]
Mara had every single intention to be suspicious. It’s a petty she did not trust her instincts more, for they were dead on point. The gold was spinning a web about her bonded, and though she had a moral compass, he did not. Still, he was in a bit of spot as it were, and the reality of its depth and darkness were growing more real by the moment. The dun’s frustration at his ignorance of Hotaru, though most amusing, was all too troubling of where exactly Gaucho’s mind was spinning. Golden harks leaned back and that ever twitching tail stilled. “The Basin?” A flash and tremble of those earthen eyes showed fear. Though just as clearly in his dark heart was his own snake wiggling through the grasses of lies. If there was anything you could say about the golden it was that he never gave up.
With still tension expression the gold listens to what the dun says. He is, in all honesty, disappointed, having hoped to challenge his little pink spy more. Most certainly to see her escape on her own would have been hilarious, but what had changed this brute’s mind? It was clearly harder these days to do so than before. Was it her? If so she had more talent than the gold had previously recognized, but if it came from within, well then, the Throat was not as happy as family as Gaucho painted it. When he finishes his story though the gold pauses for a moment, before speaking in a darker, lower tone. “You were right to take her. The Basin can not be trusted. They may fight for unicorns but they will betray their own at the slightest notion.”The gold draws himself in, praying even the thick head of Gaucho will see the wound lying on his soul of a betrayal and past wounds.
Meanwhile the small deer is still having a ball, oblivious to the false pain of the gold. He did so love the light the wings gave off. How it danced on the sands, but also light the bright day even brighter. The gold, watching him, was still locked in his act. A hiss in the air warns the gold that the snake is nearby, bringing more tension. The situation was getting more and more out of control. A movement comes from the dun and swiftly coming from his lips with an impulse comes the word. “Haldir.” Low and soft is cuts to the deer, who turns with lifted ears and happy heart to hear his rarely called name. A tension rests on the gold’s face, but it eases at seeing no flames come to harm the little fawn. His relief is not understood, especially by him, but he certainly had no time to consider its importance right now. “We mustn’t annoy our friend.” The small fawn tilts his head, unknowing of the words the gold spoke. They were not for him. Still he steps forward once, but comes to gold’s side with a content face after he hears, “Tolo [come].” The gold turns once more to the dun once the fawn finds his place.
Harks pin back further as he sees an anger ruffle through the brute facing him. Oh this is dangerous. It tingles at the gold’s spines as he looks at those harsh dark eyes, flaming with the same heat upon the creature’s wings. “Gaucho…I have said my apologies…” He steps back, leaving the fawn to look up at him curiously. “My friend, did I not welcome you to my home? Am I no more than a-“ Then a spark lights up in his eyes. Part real, then played to a lie he looks more harshly at the brute. “You think I am from the Basin don’t you? To get the pink spy?!” The gold lets the hurt lace and stab at his words. The fawn is most certainly confused, he had never heard the gold speak like this. But then, he is also young, and knows not what this tone anticipates, so he stands his ground, quietly beside the gold. The horns lower towards the two. Danger here the gold’s nerves warn. “Have you grown so vicious in your suspicions that you will lash so violently at a mere trifle affair? I told you, I met no one coming, and knew not the way!” Stepping back and letting his hoof push the fawn back with him, he speaks more low and serious. “Gaucho, I am not the enemy, I do not work for them. My friend, I am wounded much as you in their shadow. Look here,” The gold turns slightly to show the side of his rump, but never lets his own front turn from the creature, to show the scars still grey upon his winter coat from his fight with the blind black devil. It formed a triple armed cross there. “I would not venture on their missions, and so fell to their blades.” The bitterness of this fake memory does so press the gold’s chest. “If you are fighting them, I will gladly join in that battle, or help in any way I can for as I have told you, we are on the same side.” The gold now stands his ground, with the fawn looking still curiously between them by his side, this is his last chance though. His last card trick and slight of hand. No more aces up his sleeves. Though he never gave up, he was also never completely stupid. If this affair does not save the gold, then there could be nothing left but bloodshed, and as the gold was showing, he had had enough scars for his lifetime.
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Confusion. He had learned from Hotaru that listening had its advantages. She had convinced and taught him things that previously he had turned a deaf ear upon, and so it was perhaps even more lucky for Thranduil to have found Gaucho in this more willing state. The dun tried to recall.. he had met Thranduil in.. the the field with the rainbow glass..Had he said that he was from the Basin then ? Gaucho honestly couldn't remember - most of it was draped in fog. There had been ... the discussion of the liars and then the cloth but ... what else had occurred? Gaucho's tail twitched as he tried to force his mind to answer him. Even now, Thranduil didn't smell like the Basin. He smelled more like the Throat (however this thought was not comforting in the least. Just how long had he been here, apparently wandering around?).
So just what assumptions had led the Wildfire to the conclusion that Thran was of the Basin? He forced his mind to recall their first meeting, but it was as if it was covered in a layer of fog. Some of his memories were still like that. He remembered a discussion of the liars and what had happened to Gaucho as well as the cloth but ... had the golden given him any indication then ? Hadn't he said he actually lived in the rainbow-roofed platform? Or perhaps in the forest nearby ... Gaucho couldn't recall. His tail swayed anxiously behind him as he continued to try and force his mind to justify its assumptions. Thran was a unicorn, and while most of them seemed to reside in the North, it was obvious that not all of them did. Further, perhaps it was merely coincidental that he arrived just after Hotaru's capture. He did say that he was here to check up on Gaucho and seemed entirely uninterested about Hotaru .. Snorting, Gaucho's dark gaze narrowed. Was all of his evidence merely circumstantial ?
He watched as Thran turned to reveal a scar that marred his golden pelt. Scars could have come from anywhere - perhaps a stray tree branch or something. However the additional detail that he used to be a part of the Basin somehow seemed to fit fairly well with Gaucho. It meant he wasn't entirely wrong about where the gold came from. In his antlers, Mara hissed softly, perhaps not even audibly, but she knew that Gaucho would feel the vibration of her body. She didn't like this. It was too coincidental for his. Showing up, apparently scorned by the Basin right after the capture of one of their valuable assets? Gaucho, who had just been proven wrong, wasn't about to vocalize these accusations.
"Not sure if we fighting them. Gaucho need to find Basin leaders. See why they keep attacking Throat. " He answered evenly, having raised his antlers to a less hostile position. "Gaucho not know why they hostile. Gaucho only remember them attacking us in past, never Throat attacking them. I go to Basin, find out why." Then, in a much dark tone: "Gaucho make them stop."
A long sigh, which could not be hidden regardless of skill, washes out of the gold, and his body pulls up from leaning back. Though tension still rippled across that fire bird, at least those horns were no longer leveled at him. While the creature seemed to mull over what golden lies had been spun, the gold could still feel his heart pounding in his chest, and the cool slip of a narrow chance. This was far too dangerous of a venture to try and press this current blessing. The big dun barely trusted him to be in his lands let alone to ask to join or remain a member. Credit had to be given, this version of Gaucho was quick on the draw. It was an underestimation the gold was not to make again.
The small deer at the gold’s sides is most confused at all this. His knowledge that the horns a top the fire bird’s head might harm someone, or bring pain could not register. There were clearly some things which remained to the learned. Still the shove by the gold at the end had added to the child’s confusion, so unsure of where the gold wanted him, he remained beside him. The gold was grateful for that. He gamble no more with that fawn over this situation. When the dun speaks it meets a gold unicorn who is still on edge, and still laced with hurt. Still he nods at the fire bird’s words, short and curt. Noting that even though clearly the dun did not seen sure the gold was not the enemy. It was clear the gold’s days of roaming here with the security level allowed to access information was over. But that for him was quiet alright, for spring was warming up the rest of the world, and the gold knew much more than the dun could possibly imagine.
There was of course the question of getting out of here without a scratch. It seemed possible now, but the gold was always one to push the envelope just a little. Even if full restoration into the herd was not possible, there didn’t seem to be a reason he and Gaucho should remain friends, right? I mean, they had been such –good- friends before. It almost made the gold laugh right in front of the dun. Luckily he had more wits about him. “Be careful my friend of what tales they spin for you, but peaceful solutions are always best, for this world has had enough bloodshed recently.” In other words, the gold still preferred his hide without more scars from the dun’s antlers. Seeming to gather himself the gold sighs shortly. “I am sorry my visit caused you irritation, so I shall leave you in peace. However, you are my friend, and as I have said I will help you, if I can, in regards to the Basin. If you need me you can call on me at the Rotunda, or I shall visit at your borders, now that I know them.” Even a blind man could know their borders, but it all sounded well. Perhaps with this the dun would still be of the mind to keep the gold’s company and ear. Turning now towards the land bridge the gold looked back, checking to see how this last pronouncement went over, or if the dun had much to add. For future meetings it was a rather critical moment. However, there clearly was one thing to know, the fire bird was not so dull as the gold had known him before, and the Throat most certainly was more dangerous than ever with him at the helm.
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Friend. Gaucho nearly bristled at the word. Oxy was his friend. Midas. He had met the golden creature once, and felt nothing for him, however distrustful Mara remained. What did it mean to have friendship simply ascribed to you? Could he refuse? Was he now bound by friendship obligation? Internally Gaucho recoiled from the idea.
"Soon you have to wait at borders..." He replied in what he thought was an ambiguous tone, having no way of knowing that Thranduil already knew all about the Island plan, and the bridge. Gaucho was under the assumption that should the golden one come calling again he would find his way barred by water. And without the magic password, he'd have no way of reaching the mainland, lest he wanted to try and swim the frigid and deep waters. Then, more helpfully he added; "That Throat rules. Everyone wait at borders. But don't worry -" The dun smiled darkly, confident and proud. "Gaucho always watching borders." Oh Gaucho. So wrong. If you were always watching the borders you would have noticed the golden lingering in your lands.
Ahh well..
Gaucho's dark tail swayed behind him as he golden withdrew, moving away. His steely gaze followed his movements, not offering to let him stay longer, or take water before he left.
The resolve to visit the Basin once all this was done steeled inside of Gaucho. Thranduil was right, peace between the Throat and the Basin, even if struck, would likely not last terribly long (but why not?). The last thing the Wildfire wanted was to have to rely on the aid of the likes of outcasts, such as Thranduil. Gaucho would much rather be able to place his faith and trust in the hooves of his herd, before the hooves of this alleged friend.
His teeth grit together uneasily as he watched the golden go. He knew that once his quest had begun he would be weakened, although he didn't know how, or by how much. All he could do was hope that the golden wouldn't come calling during that time. Or that if he did his presence was immediately met by a show of force from Gaucho's warriors. It concerned the dun that the trickster's impression of his home was of one of lax security (although he had no idea just how true that was). Before he left he would have to speak with his warriors. Tighten up gaps, go over procedure and policy. This sort of thing could not happen again. Herds were lost over mistakes such as this.
If the gold though there was any chance in him staying, it was most certainly gone when he looked back at the fire bird. Every edge of the blade was there written on his face. Bristled at the gold’s words that dun was certainly showing himself well today. The gold was mildly impressed and amused at this creature. For as thick as he was this was a very curious change, and one he had not been ready for. It was a mistake he most certainly would not make again. Honestly the dun was getting off rather easy, the gold assured himself. There certainly were much meaner tricks he could have played. For instance when the dun calls back to him in some coded way alluding to the destruction of the bridge the gold only wrinkles his face and nods. Calling back a cautious “Till then.” Really he could have done much worse.
Haldir though was certainly not leaving with the sly satisfaction of the golden who nosed him forward. He had loved those beautiful wings. The way the light flickered about them and danced in the very air like a live thing. Perhaps he could get the golden to tell him what the flames were called, as the deer knew not the name for them. The small black spotted creature looked back with a forlorn glance at those beautiful wings. Still he should be happy, he and the gold it seemed were going on another adventure! Shaking his wee head the fawn dances forward. The golden for his side was already planning, manipulating what was said into future schemes. A smirk rises on his face, and a devilish spark flashes in his eye, for the golden truly has a cruel return for such aggression when it came to this soon to be isle.
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