"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.
The words to describe how he felt right now didn't exist. It could only be spoken through a mish-mash of words that can only hint at the feeling. Good thing he lacked words, so instead of worrying how to speak, he could just enjoy it. Basking in these few precious seconds was all the happiness he had experience in his life summed up into one memory. He wished could capture this, and relive it. Even with his magic, this memory could only truly exist in him. There was no way to convey feelings and actions to those who would even want to see it. This was Cerin and Myrrine's moment, and theirs alone. No one else could spoil this.
After he had piled up his little set of grasses, he watched her set off. Unlike him, she had a more creative eye. The flowers she picked were bright and lovely, but paled in comparison to his companion. Each flower had their own unique features. The first set was a vibrant, loud red. It screamed of adventure and fun. Perhaps a childhood incarnated as a flower. The second, which she so lovingly picked for its looks, was just as beautiful. It was a faint, muted color. The simplicity of both color and looks reminded him of innocence. How apt were these flowers for their situation. In his mind at least, they meant a lot. He would take special care to make sure these two flowers made it through even if it meant the sacrifice of his own grasses.
What happened next though, was something he had never expected. She was swift, and suddenly lacing the flowers within his mane. His body shook in a silent laugh as he turned to look at her. She went merrily about her way, interlacing them in his thick mane. Each was given a special place, and fit snugly within his locks. A smile lit up in the aftermath of his laugh, and his mind began to think again. How had she even come with up the idea, wouldn't you think she'd keep them to herself? He blinked once, twice before facing forward. No one had ever shown him this much. No one had ever given him this much emotion.
It seemed though, that the moment ended as soon as it started. When her touch was released from her mane it felt oddly cold. He felt like something was missing, but knew he could not pull her back. Not only would that be weird, but he had to realize that she had the right to walk away from him at any moment. Suddenly she plopped the bright red flowers down in front of him, and commanded him to do the same. He was no hairstylist, but he would give his best attempt at it. Grasping the flowers gently, he began lacing them into her mane. The fiery color lit up her mane, and gave her the color she deserved. If it were up to him, the entire world would take this moment just to realize that these flowers were made just for her. They weren't desert flowers, they were Myrrine's flowers. He wanted to scream it at the world.
But he couldn't.
Cerin had to sit back and watch the world pass her by, like she was something to be taken for granted. No one could understand the level of care she had, and how she deserved as much attention as she had given. Why had the Gods themselves not seen this? Why had they not blessed her so? Tears welled up in his eyes as they continued. It was so foreign, feeling the blockage they created in his eyes. Silently, he continued to place more into her mane. He had never cried before, so why was he now? He cries for her, he cries for the words he'll never be able to say, and he cries for those who will never know her. Swallowing back what he could, he dare not look at her. She would think him pathetic for such a thing. He couldn't help it though, and soon a quiet gasp escaped his mouth. His green eyes tried with might to stop them. Quietly, he continued as if nothing was wrong, because there was nothing wrong. That was why he looked so stupid crying right now. He should be laughing, frolicking, having fun, and here he is.
"blah blah blah." Tag;; @[Myrrine] Words;; 734 Words Notes;; ;-;
02-12-2015, 10:35 PM (This post was last modified: 02-15-2015, 09:43 PM by Myrrine.)
M Y R R I N E
It didn't take long for him to oblige. His lips were like velvet against her skin as he worked, and a shiver ran through her suddenly. She looked at him with wide eyes, wondering if he had done it on purpose, but he was so focused on his task that she decided that he had meant nothing by it. They way he was so tender with her downy mane, so deliberate in each move, her heart was beginning to beat faster at the touch, the sensation of his breath gently blowing against her neck. Her eyes closed slightly, body relaxing into him as she let him finish, smiling softly in enjoyment. It was over all too soon when he pulled away, causing reality to return and for her eyes to reopen to find tears in those emerald eyes.
Surprised, her smile fell away and it was at once replaced with concern, dainty hooves stepping closer to embrace him, to wipe away the tears and croon unintentionally as she spoke,"Cerin, what's wrong? Did I offend you in some way? If you didn't want to wear the flowers, all you had to do was tell me!" She messed up somewhere, she had made him feel this way and she couldn't help but feel awful. The tears wouldn't stop and concern was turning in panic, her lips freverently moving along his cheek to his neck, blowing soft air in an attempt to soothe as she gently lipped and groomed, before burying her muzzle into his mane. Her shoulder pressed into his chest, eyes closing as she took in all of him as he was, completely open like a fresh wound before her. She didn't know how on Earth this happened, but she had to fix it, to make it all better. She would do anything to see the way his body shook from laughter again.
Breaths coming out a little faster, her eyes flitted about the flowers, her lips grabbing one, slowly beginning to pull it out from his hairs embrace. Once it was free, she took a step back, dropping it to the ground and looking into those eyes she favored the most, smiling softly and coming back in, only this time to embrace him. Though she couldn't drape her head over his neck, she tried, placing her muzzle as high as she could, pressing it and her cheek tenderly against his neck as their chests touched, and she simply stayed there, letting the tears soak her shoulders and leave stains upon her wings, all of it nothing in comparison to the hurt that she felt. She wouldn't let him feel like this, she hated it, and so, after a moment of silence, she began to sing:
"Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger
There is no danger
I am here tonight
Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning"
She stopped there, letting her eyes droop slowly, letting the silence fill them and surround them, to cocoon them in this moment. She would cherish him forever, for he was something far more special than anything else she had encountered before. A silent Knight, a heart made of gold that radiated as he wore it on his sleeve, a china doll that was shattered then hastily glued back together. She didn't care though, because to her; he was perfection. She didn't know what had happened in his past, what had caused him to be how he was, but she related, and it was that that made them mesh together so well. They were a pair, sewn at the hip and she had no intention of changing that. He was her breath of fresh air, her sanctuary and salvation.
He made the world seem right and that she could accomplish anything. It made her feel like something, and her chest would fill with warmth whenever he smiled in her direction. He was the ray of sunshine to her rainy day, and it made her feel complete. As she kept her breathing even with his, hoping that the tears would soon dry away, she couldn't help but ask herself one thing in her mind: Was this what love was?
"Speech"
Text Thought
OOC: Oh my god, the cuteness, I'm dying. "Lullaby for a Stormy Night" By Vienna Tang is the song <3
WC: 751
TAG: Cerin
It didn't help that her panicked words followed his actions. He wasn't mad at her, but it was so hard. All his life he had been fine with the silence, but now he wasn't. For the first time in forever, he wanted to talk. His soft smiles and gentle demeanor meant nothing if he could not appreciate others like they appreciated him. He could never give a good enough thank you, or a soft comforting talk. He could never be a father that could teach his children. He could never be the friend that his friends needed. Cerin was a burden, and he knew it. She might not think that, but nature made it so. It was written in stone.
Her frantic touches both helped and burned. Each time her muzzle grazed across his face, he felt as if he was on fire. Myrrine made him feel so alive that he was afraid of it. Touch was a sense that had become so useless to him. With a history that was nothing but hiding, any soft caress or painful reprimand didn't exist. Now, these feelings felt so foreign. He was more alive now because of her. When she moved to take his flowers out, he simply let her. That is what she thought was wrong, but it wasn't. She was not wrong, she was perfect. As soon as the flower fell away, Cerin reached for it. Taking it gently, he reached around to place it gently into his mane. Thank goodness for its length and thickness, so he could easily reach around and put it back.
He wanted it there, for it was a lively reminder of her. He couldn't just discard it when the time he had left to relish it was dwindling as he spoke. It was a temporary reminder of her beauty. When she reached up to touch his neck, he simply reached his muzzle up to her forward to gently push it back. She did not need to strain herself, for he was more than willing to close the distance.
That wasn't it though. He had thought he was already in her jail, but as she began to sing he realized just how much he cared. Was it love? Is this the thing his mother had fleetingly spoke about? Was this how she felt around his dad, even as he betrayed them? At this point, Cerin would cross oceans and jump mountains to make sure she was safe. She was already so far away by nature, for she was in the Edge, and he was not. How could he make sure she was safe? That would have to wait though, because her little song was pulling him in deeper. It was then that he realized he had been pulled into a set of dungeons. Each one collapsing him more into her will and light. If she ever left him, he would be crushed, but understood. He would always have to let her go if she wanted. She was a caged bird that had the right to fly and sing. He would be the one to sit in the cage for eternity, because he had already lived more than he expected.
As her song dwindled to an end, the silence that followed was the best kind of silence. It was the silence that told, and held all of the emotion he couldn't show. Slowly, he calmed his breath and halted his tears. They left salty, dark lines, but he was done crying. He even moved to reach his neck over hers, and pull her closer. Physical barriers of course would separate them, but he could try. Moving then, he dipped his muzzle to nudge her cheek. She needed to look at him.
His green eyes searched to hold hers. She needed to really look at him, to understand. A small, gentle smile melted onto his face. His eyes glassed over, he wanted to cry again but wouldn't. This was because of his happiness. This was because of his handicaps. This was for all the things, all the things he never had voiced. It was a truly indescribable situation. The emotions were so hard to relay. Hoping to have her attention then, he gently reached out to pressed his muzzle into her forehead. He pushed her soft man out of the way so he could really feel her. To make sure she was real and that he hadn't become victim to his own imagination. He could feel a heartbeat, and heat that she was alive and real. What was happening to him?
"blah blah blah." Tag;; @[Myrrine] Words;; 764 Words Notes;; -falls over and dies- I just he's making it hard for me to write all his feels.
He didn't respond to her motion at first, but when he did, it was simple and to the point; like everything he did was. With ease he replaced the flower where it had once been, and she only watched him, letting it click in her mind his meaning. That hadn't been the problem, something else had been. Even as she was holding him close, letting their warmth mingle together, he was adamant about her being embraced by him. As his neck wrapped around hers she smiled, closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch. His scent filled her senses, drowning her in the scent of flowers and sweat from the heat, yet they smelled so right and she couldn't help but be hypnotized by the scent of him.
Before she knew it, his muzzle was tenderly touching her cheek, and a spark coursed through her, causing her skin to heat up. She pulled away to meet his gaze, seeing that despite the tracks down his face, the crying had ceased, and it caused tears to well up in her own hazel orbs in joy. She had been so worried that she had done something wrong, that something had hurt him, and she would have felt so awful if she couldn't have fixed the sadness, had taken away the pain. The look in his eyes said how he felt more than anything ever had. The smile on his lips faded into nothing against the brightness of those orbs of emerald, and her own smile only widened when she read it loud and clear. She didn't need words with him, she never had, all she had needed was a look into those eyes and his tender touch and she could read it all.
The bond they had formed was a unique one, one she was never really sure how to place. The way he looked at her would make her feel warm, loved, and also tingly all over. When his lips touched her forehead she froze, stock still and eyes wide, not knowing how to respond. Her entire mind froze for a moment, taking in the softness of his intentions, and the way his muzzle slowly shifted her mane to feel her skin sent shivers down her spine, and a soft sigh to escape her. Squeaking suddenly in surprise at her own reaction, she pulled back, looking at him bewildered as she tried to sort out what was happening to her. Her heart was pounding in her little chest, wings were fluttering like a nervous tick, and sweat had begun to form on her spotted bodice. She hadn't been too hot before, but now it was sweltering and she couldn't make it stop, part of her didn't want to. She could only stare at him with those big eyes, dark lashes fluttering nervously, before she did something she never expected she would.
She was running forward, a little clumsily due to nerves mind you, and her inky maw brushed against his, their lips meeting only briefly, like the kiss of a butterfly's wings, before she pulled back, staring with those same wide eyes. If she didn't have any fur covering her skin, she would be a brilliant cherry red, and only getting deeper shades. Her heart was pounding at her chest, demanding to be set free from the cage, and she could only swallow, trying to moisten her dry throat as she just let her body take over. She moved forward again, pressing her velvet against his cheek, tendering rubbing it and washing the tear stains away, before softly whispering in his ear,"I like you."
"Speech"
Text Thought
OOC: I'm so sorry xD. I figured they were like teenagers considering their age so kisses were still allowed! Lemme know if you want me to remove it!
WC: 604
TAG: @[Cerin]
It was incredibly hard, reaching out to her. At the contact of her skin against his muzzle it seemed as if his entire world melted away. It almost reminded him of how his little images faded. They seemed to melt away back into reality. Yet, as the world around her seemed to fall away, she still remained. She was real. He exhaled sharply, another wave of extreme emotion flowing over him like a waterfall. It consumed his mind, his memories. If she was all he would remember from this day forward, he would be fine. All the hurt in the world that he had seemed to disappear with her. She carried it all away with the little curve of her mouth, and the nervous flutters of her wings. Such a delicate heart had been able to take away what his had been weighed down with since his first breath.
Yet it all came flooding back as she pulled away. It felt as if a void had been ripped into him, like a betrayal. He was so ready to watch her get up and leave, just like everyone else. Yet, again she remained. Tilting his head, nervous glances shot all over her. Was she hurt? Had he done something wrong? Reaching forward, he prepared for rejection. Yet, it was completely the opposite. Her muzzle grazed against his with the tenderness of downy feathers. He blinked once, as electricity surged through him. Cerin was only accustomed to taking physical contact on his accords, not falling to the whims of others.
However, it would be an understatement to say that he just "liked" the contact. It was more, and much, much harder to explain. There are not words, or even actions that can come close to explaining the complexity of these feelings. Thus, the moment is his and hers alone. No one else could steal it away from them. She moved then, gently sweeping the remnants of his tears from his face.
'I like you'. In hopeless romantic terms, this was a little anti-climatic. For Cerin though, it meant the world. He sighed contentedly, then reaching his own muzzle out to nudge her neck. It was his own affirmation, letting her know that he felt the same way. So what did this mean for their future, if anything? He hoped for sure that one existed for them, whether for love or friendship, both he was lucky to have. It wasn't often that he came across someone so willing to sit with him, and just enjoy his company. One-sided conversations seemed to bore the average mind. Good thing Myrrine was fantastic, out of the league of being average. She was extraordinary.
Summoning a little bit of his magic, he decided she needed to see what he was doing to her. The image, or the world he created around them was bright. It seemed to emanate an aura of warmth and comfort, yet had an underlying stream of excitement and fear. It was the giddiness of young love personified. Sighing, the image faded and he was content to be with her. Nothing, not even fantastical images, could beat this.
"blah blah blah." Tag;; @[Myrrine] Words;; 524 Words Notes;; <3 finally got this up hope its okay, cause I'm still in kind of a drug induced state. :P
02-26-2015, 04:07 PM (This post was last modified: 03-06-2015, 10:22 PM by Myrrine.)
A deep sigh, and then a tender kiss upon her neck. She shivered at the sensation, sighing in response and curling closer to him, relief washing over her body. He felt the same way, good. She had been slightly nervous, scared even, that he hadn't felt the same way, that to him she was only but a little sister, someone he had to watch out for and protect because she couldn't hold her own. Her body was soon moving along his, delicately brushing against his as her maw left tender kisses along his hide. She made a delicate, tender turn around him, never once breaking contact with his skin as her lips returned to his neck on the other side, before her crown slipped beneath his throat. There she remained, shoulder against his chest, hazel eyes closed and her mind swirling in the essence that was him. She hadn't noticed at first, but then she felt it. The hazy wonderland filled her mind and embraced her lovingly, filling her with warmth and joy and every emotion in between. She felt as if her own emotions for him were being personified, mended into something real and majestic that she would never forget.
As they faded away she only smiled, moving her head to tenderly stroke his jaw with her inky muzzle, before returning back to her original position. She could stand here for hours, locked in his welcoming grasp and left to let the world carry on without them. Would it be like this forever? Would these feelings remain as they grew older and spent more time together? What did it mean for them, were they lovers, friends, or something in between? These questions muddled through her mind momentarily, before his necklace once again caught her attention. Lightly flicking her ears in its direction she moved forward, tentatively lipping and tugging softly at the doll, simply to get his attention if nothing else. She had made sure to be gentle, knowing just how precious the artifact was to him.
"Who gave this to you Cerin, was it a gift, or did you find it?" she asked softly in a hushed tone, not wanting to ruin the quiet moment that had formed with their strange way of communicating. If he wanted to tell his story, he would, and Myrrine knew that it would either be with his magic or with a special way to find the words. They had overcome the barrier of communication, it had never felt one-sided to her. She could always see how he felt, what was on his mind and what he was about to do just by looking into those lovely green pools. She didn't need to hear his voice, didn't need to have a conversation with words, all she needed was him and who he was; which included a mute. It wouldn't be Cerin, it wouldn't be the boy she was falling for if that key part wasn't there. Actions always spoke louder than words, that she had always known. She wouldn't change a single thing they had, because in her mind; it was perfect as it was.
The moment that bloomed between them was nearly God-like in his mind. It was the best possible outcome, but his luck was usually not this fruitful. He was lucky to just have a friend, much less a... what was she really? She wasn't quite a lover, but not quite a friend. She walked the thin line between the too, but he didn't question it. The feelings he had for her may weigh heavily on the other side, but he did not want those feelings to poison this precious moment. As her muzzle brushed gentle as a butterfly across his skin, it left a burn that seared so much it felt wonderful. Ever fiber of his body strained, keeping him from embracing her once more. Even though she had never left, the brief loss of contact left him feeling hollow. Only then, would she revive him again as she moved gently along his body.
When she nestled against his chest once more, they were suddenly shrouded in that hazy beauty. It was what was filling his mind every time she wandered near. With every little movement, and precious smile, this is what he felt. He held the image for as long as he could, before it melted away into reality once more. The exhaustion he felt was bittersweet, so he opted to conserve some energy by resting his head gently upon her crest. It was then though, that he felt something tugging at the leather strap that had always been apart of him. It felt odd, feeling it move in unnatural ways. It had been so ingrained into his very movement that often he forgot it was there. The doll had significance to him, even if it was a pitiful attempt at hanging onto the past. He gently tugged on her mane then as she spoke, as if to get one last touch before he broke momentarily to explain. As he took a step back, the sudden loss was overwhelming. He shuddered slightly, but brushed it off.
His nose looped gently beneath the doll to lift it. Even he had forgotten what it had looked like. The little grey covering and flaxen body stood rigid against his own gentle touches. It was a gift from his mother, the one little thing he still had left. Reaching his nose out gently, he reached for her own muzzle. He longed to feel the softness, and to explain. This is who he was, and she may as well know.
This image was one of comfort. A silver mother gently placing the doll upon his neck. Her warm smile seemed to overwhelm the scene, making everything in the background glow with love. As quickly as the image had come, it shattered away. These things tended to happen, those images of the past planted an overwhelming sadness within him. The memories, no matter how happy and beautiful, inevitably ended in its destruction.
Pulling back roughly, he lowered his head, releasing the poppet quickly from his muzzle. It landed silently against his chest, bouncing a few times before becoming stagnant once again. He swallowed the lump that had formed at the back of his throat. As much as he wanted to grieve still, he knew he couldn't. So he put another bright smile upon his face, but it wasn't meant to hide his pain. If she was his future, he would not need his past. Taking a few steps forward again, he almost to eagerly tried to pull her in again. He was a young boy, with so much to still learn about love and loss. For having learned loss so young, would learning love so young be just as beautiful as his sorrow was painful?
"blah blah blah." Tag;; @[Myrrine] Words;; 619 Words Notes;; -rolls- much excite! :D
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
