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[DROP] Golden ;;

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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#1
GOLDEN
A barricade of stone in the north, mountain fortresses, had been home to creatures only whispers and rumors knew. Deep within the halls, entrances long lost to mortals, held both friend and foe - an entire ecosystem of the underground which rarely saw the light of day. Years past without sound. But today a special beast deep in the mountain, urged by the heat of tallsun, stirred. Black smoke billowed on the horizon, calling your attention - for when did snowy mountains puff like fire? The journey through the narrow passes with loose, treacherous rock was dangerous, and you barely made it to the source of the smoke.

There, a tiny hole gave a view to the underworld beneath, but the image was hazy from the choking smoke. Still, you manage to see on a lip just beneath the hole, an egg, and it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Its golden surface lays hidden, deep within an shadow and obviously forgotten. Nests of multi-colored eggs were well taken care of below, but this one is covered in dust - abandoned. Though well within sight of the massive, albino beast inside, she ignores it completely, though one, red eye remains trained on you and your interlopers with suspicion.

She cares not for the golden orb, cast aside, but she will devour any who comes close to the rest of her gems. Thus, you have a conundrum. How do you enlarge the hole? How do you fish out the egg? Certainly, you can work together if you will, for the prize that lies at the end of this challenge is worth the struggle.



Helovia is having it's first ever golden dragon drop!

You must be an equine or an equine hybrid to bond to the egg, but you can participate no matter what species you are.
This is a hybrid dice/task-based drop!

The first task is to find a way to make the hole bigger and fish out the egg. But beware of the dragon inside!

You have 72 hours to reply to this drop to be considered.
(You do need to have a dragon on your wishlist though~ or a companion of some kind! Normal drop rules apply)



Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#2

ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Where there is smoke there is fire. Where there is fire there is destruction and creation.

Charged by an insatiable curiosity to determine the cause of the smoke, the girl had taken to the air. While she much preferred her avian form where her oddly-aging body could be overlooked, she could fly much faster this way. Haste was not normally an emotion that compelled the girl, but she needed to know an answer to the question that the smoke filled her mind with. Destruction? Or Creation?

The girl moved through the tunnels and paths, ignoring dust and dirt as they lovingly wrapped themselves around her. She was a friend of the earth, and the hitchhiking spiders that now accompanied her on this journey were more than welcome.

Peering through the hole, the girl surveys the situation. She feels a hungry want for the egg, a sort of jealous coveting that she has never before experienced. She wants the egg, but rather uncharacteristically she wants no one else to have it. Looking around she wonders if she was followed here, wonders how long it will take others to see the smoke and arrive.

She decides to work quickly.

From behind her wing she plucks the glowing acorn that her Father gave her and Aithniel for their diligence in completing his tasks. Gently, she drops the glowing bauble into the hole, hoping that it will fit and fall to the ledge where the egg lays, lighting up the area. The girl again peers into the hole, wondering if anything new has been revealed. Her gaze falls upon the white creature and its bloody gaze. Her body stops, wondering what will happen next. The creature seems ... distant. Hoarding some other treasure, and not the one the girl is focused on. Perhaps if the creature comes towards the light the girl can offer it as some sort of trade? Her resolve strengthens as her focus shifts back to the golden orb.

Her gaze closes as she forces herself to focus. Haste has brought her here, but it will not help her now. Using her magic she tries to widen the opening of the hole by turning it into a creature - by peeling away the layers of rock to feed her creation. She aims to create a dragon - like the one that her mother possess. The shape is rough and awkward, exactly what you would expect of a child trying to imitate a living creature. The girl hopes that if she widens the hole enough, the dragon-thing can slip down to the edge and grab the egg, guided by the light of her acorn.





Iso drops her glowing acorn prize from the Earth God into the hole to try and shed more light on the subject. She then tries to use her magic to widen the hole by form it into a dragon.

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Rue Posts: 15
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Filly :: Equine :: 15.0hh :: 1.5 Years || Tallsun
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#3
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Rue
"If I Leave My Grin Behind
Remind Me That We're All Mad Here
And It's Okay"




Rue had seen something interesting in the sky, and since she was off adventuring, why not follow the dark cloud?

It was cold, but warm at the same time. And there was a hole, with a big white lizard-thing beneath it and a bunch of glittery things. And a golden thing, all alone and lonely. It was abandoned, covered in dust and silt, and Rue frowned lightly. Why wasn't the Momma helping it?

Rue couldn't wrap her mind around it... it was so pretty, far more so than the other pretty rocks, yet the lizard-thing(Second thought, it looked like Valiance...) didn't seem to care about it. Rue looked around for something to make the hole bigger or to get the pretty stone, her flowers flickering deep violet in concern. If Unca' or Da' or Mumma were here they would help... But she didn't know any others here.

"Can I helps?" She asked, finally approaching another kid that looked older, who was doing something weird to the rock... making it look like a lizard, like Valiance! "I help!" She chirped finally, using a hoof to help dig the rock-lizard free and widen the hole, gaze flickering to the golden stone-thing, lit up by whatever the elder one had dropped into the hole.

"How far down you think to the pretty?" The older girl had wings like Da' and Unca'... She gave up trying to make the hole bigger, wandering off. Maybe there was another way inside, bigger than the hole? It was worth a look, plus Rue was tired of digging.

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Summary: Rue tries to help Isopia make the hole bigger, before she goes to see if there's another way down to the egg.

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Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#4
Give me one good reason,
Why I should never make a change



Where there is smoke, she has learned, there is often fire.

Smoke on the horizon draws them near, but it is the dedication, the focus of the individuals gathered which holds them, forces them forward through the crumbling ice, the girl and her brother both uncertain and intrigued. The smoke plumes billow from a formation of stone, strange feature of a stranger landmark in this barren, frigid field. The boy asks his sister if she will not investigate, and she suggests he go explore for himself- but the kitsune will not be roused from his position in the nest of her braids, and the girl grumbles her mocking dismay, accusing him of laziness and warming at his grin.

Endless gaze sees the hole first, then the children who clamor for it, and carefully she makes her way to the source, curiosity bursting at her skin. Over the crown of the winged child she peers, eyes narrowing as she attempts to discern meaning in the dark. A sudden light makes her blink; she looks back to the child, truly taking her in for the first time. "Good idea," Fire Dancer murmurs, bowing her head to follow suit, encouraging her own glowing amulet forward. With the aid of Natraj it is freed from her neck; the kitsune pushes it close to the hole, though the cord remains grasped, secure, in his teeth.

They are met with a staggering sight. Glittering, beautiful, the cavern is full of gems and to the side a single, lonely egg. Gold, says Natraj, and the image which follows is one they both know well. Gold, like Akiath.

The girl nods.

She starts with her own magic, breathing out a cloud of sparks which flow into the cave, wrapping around the dusty home and offering warmth, or health, or both. Her brother offers reassuring sounds to the albino beast, having long since abandoned his haven on her spine; muffled behind the twine in his teeth, they are nevertheless heartfelt and hopeful.

As the hole begins to widen the fire dancer follows the source, inhaling the blue of the wayward magic and letting it soak into her lungs. The winged child has the right idea, and the golden girl asks, "May I help?" before channeling it, replicating it, using it to give definition to the shape, having caught on to the general idea of what the filly was going for. Carefully she tries to harness the power, shifting stone and changing earth, speaking softly to both the children as she does so, with a voice new-found. "What are your names?" the girl asks, dark voice soothing and alto tones smooth. She hopes it will help keep them calm. She hopes it will help keep herself strong.

At the back of her mind she wonders just what they're going to do when the space is broad. Will the beast within take back her young, or will the child be left to hatch into a new home? Ampere's image flashes through her mind, and the firechild quickly pushes it away.

Right now they are sworn to rescue and help. She'll deal with the next step when it comes.


[ Natraj is lowering the moonstone into the cave to help with the light. Tandavi uses her magic in case the egg needs healing, then copies Isopia's magic to speed up the earth moving process. Natraj tries to reassure the beast. ]

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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#5

VOLTERRA
you will remember me for centuries
The crimson dragon on his shoulders shifts, frame unfurling. He senses something - something big. Something golden. A queen egg. Immediately Volterra moves, following the red's mental signal, hooves pounding across the snow as he dashes. If a golden queen needs help, then the dragon-boy is here to aid it. The mangled corpse of a rabbit hangs from Vérzés' claws as he flies alongside his bonded, as the duo had been in the midst of a hunt. One rabbit has already found its way down the red's gullet, and this second one was just about to follow.

Volterra is not the first to arrive on the scene, but he did not expect he would be. What equine wouldn't come running at the possibility of a dragon? He sees his kis hollo, trying to widen the hole with her magic. Sensible, but what exactly did she plan to do once the hole was bigger? It wouldn't help them against an irate mother dragon. Volterra remembers Vérzés' hatching, how protective the green had been of her one surviving egg. Hell hath no fury like a nesting mother, and so comes the brainwave. "I will send Vérzés down - the dragon may trust him more than one of us." says the young monolith, excitement clouding his features. The crimson war-dragon coos, flaring his wings, and tightens his grip on his kill. He is reluctant to give it up, Volterra can tell, but knows it will be the best way to placate a mother dragon.

With a small squawk, the dragon swoops down to the hole. Small it may be, but Vérzés is still a very young dragon, small enough to steal through given the hole has been enlarged by Isopia and Tandavi's efforts. He crushes his limbs close together, holding the dead rabbit out before him so it will be the first thing the albino sees. Volterra lurks outside the hole, nervous, worried that the mother may attack his bonded despite the offering of food - he feels his magic bubble beneath his fur, prepared to erupt a whole damn hill underneath the hole if he has to, to get his precious bonded out. It occurs to him to use his magic now, create a spire under the egg and lift it to the surface, yet he thinks doing that will incur the anger of the mother. Best to try gentle means first.

Vérzés squeezes through, and through their bond Volterra can feel the red's posture - low, submissive, avoiding direct eye contact with the mother to show he is not a threat. He holds the kill out in front of him, dangling temptingly in his jaws, keeping far enough away from the mother to avoid her wrath should it come but close enough to drop the rabbit and nudge it towards her. He chirps gently, tail swinging behind him, his dragon-language telling the albino not to worry, and a gesture of his head asking whether she would like him to get that golden egg out of her way.

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He sends Vérzés down to try and placate the mother with food, and to offer to take care of the egg.

He has mutation to bond to 2 dragons. wishlist no prior refusals

EDITED TO ADD: Can I use my VOTG extra roll please! ^^


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Eurybe Posts: N/A
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#6

The she-wolf knew not what drove her north rather than south(odd detour for a desert flower truly). She meandered in with silence as a small group began to form. Despite the fact she donned her dragon cloak, it did little good to keep her warm. She flung her head back to remove the cowl and watched as the group moved about a hole. With both ears perked forward she glanced down at the ground to see an egg. She then stared at the dragon and both of her eyes widened with awe. So, the egg was a dragon’s egg. Unbeknownst to her was more lay to the egg and the bond that would form should it become hers. Eurybe only cared to get the egg out and to pray that it would hatch.

“Eurybe,” she offered to the mare who sought names. Two of them widened the earth with what she assumed was magic. Both of her eyes narrowed and shifted her gaze from to egg. Carefully she donned her cloak and stepped toward the hoe tentatively. Silently she wished she had some form of basket. But rather than continue on with wishing she began to dig at the edge of the hole in an attempt to aid the other mares, vigilantly shifting her gaze to and from the dragon. Eurybe glanced up at them. “I’ll use my cloak to try and scoop the egg. It’s a bit of a stretch, but it might help get this little one to safety. Maybe the boy's dragon will keep the other one busy while I try and pull that one up.” Eurybe grabbed onto the shoulder portion of her hide and dropped it onto the ground. She kneeled her front end downward and Carefully she took multiple ends into her mouth. Then the she-wolf lowered her front end and lowered the hide down toward the egg aiming to scoop it up into the makeshift sling and pull it up. She nudged her face forward in an attempt to slide it onto the hide.

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[Summary: Eurybe paws at the ground to help widen the hole. Then she removes her dragon hide and then takes multiple ends into her mouth. Lowers it down into the hole in order try and slip the egg onto it and pull it up.

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Editing to add my 2 extra VoTG rolls


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Statues and empires are all at your hands,
Water to wine and the finest of sands.
When all that you have's turnin stale and its cold,
Oh you'll no longer fear when your heart's turned to gold.
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Abraham Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3 hh :: Three years HP: 71 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwyneverre :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath & Brienne :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Frost Breath Time
#7
running all the lights with the girl of his dreams

The white dragon flies overhead, faster than Abraham had ever seen her move. Their bond is fuzzy, muted by her desire and haste. The young stallion does not understand completely, but he follows. He trusts her completely, and whatever was powerful enough to catch the attention so fully of his bonded was definitely in need of their presence. The titan moves over ice and snow at an impressive clip, his remaining amulets slamming against his neck with no grace or carefulness. Gwyneverre pushes the stallion further, chirping and growling intensely in the sky above him. Smoke billows in the distance and Abraham's dual colored eyes narrow with determination, his head thrusting forward as he kicks himself into overdrive.

By the time the pair arrives others are gathered, peering down into a hole. Abraham cares not for who is gathered, though he recognizes some, and he pushes into the group. The massive boy is not mindful of whom he moves out of his way, but his hulking shoulders do push as Gwyneverre darts before him. It is a dragon. The egg--it is gold. The mother...she has abandoned it. We need it. The white dragon woman cries, fiery eyes flashing into the hole before she snakes her opalescent body with ease through the opening which others were trying to pry open further. The monochrome sets eyes on the young red, attempting to distract the albino mother, and she stays silent. The red will be the target of the albino mother's fury, and the white will let it happen. The foolish runt will die in flames he is too young to create and Gwyneverre will fly away with the golden child. Her eyes--with wide, curious pupils--set on the golden egg, covered in dust and ignorance, for a moment before she twists her body and grasps the wall. With her powerful back legs, Gwyneverre claws at the hole's opening with her back claws and fingers. She attempts to open it wide enough for her to lift the egg out, to give take to the skies, and for her and Abraham to leave with their prize. With a hiss, Gwyneverre slaps away the cloak that attempts to cover her and scoop towards the egg. She gives a warning growl out to whatever bitch is attempting it, but continues to dig.

You were gifted me because of your strength, you deserve a golden to share our bond. Gwyneverre was not jealous in this trial, in fact, she was pressing her stallion into something he was not sure he wanted yet. However, as he stood looking down into the hole, watching as Gwyn clawed at the opening, his mouth waters and his body shudders with the desire. He can see glimpses of the egg, its hidden beauty calling to him and pulling at his heart. This will be his egg. He deserves it. He is Abraham the Leviathan, and he is a king, and he will be bonded to the gold. He does not look at the others--but he can sense them, smell them--but they do not matter to him. Only the egg matters, and finally as his and Gwyneverre's bond is focused in on the same task, they are perfect.

[Gwyneverre tries to claw the hole open more, and tries to slap away the cloak, while Volterra's dragon distracts the mother.]

Wishlist -- Can bond to two companions -- Using eight (8) of my Extra VOTG rolls please -- No prior refusals.

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Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down


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Brisa Posts: 386
Outcast atk: 3.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7
Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire nickel
#8

With the heat of Tallsun in full swing and the temperature hovering at an all time high the grey mare finds herself seeking some relief. There had been very few times that she had chosen to venture willingly up to the northern lands but right now she only wanted to get cooler. The further north she travelled thankfully the cooler it became until she was no longer a large hunk of hot meat slowly cooking under the heat of the sun. Sighing in contentment she gazed around wondering what all she could do up here in the cooler climates of Helovia. A flash of light drew her attention as she squinted against the glare to discover a dragon and his bonded galloping across the plains. From their pace she could tell they were on a mission, but what exactly? Flipping her head to clear her forelock from her face she took off after the pair to see what all was going on.

Keeping her distance so not to seem as if she was following the pair she cantered along until the small gathering came into view. Slowing her pace only as she neared her eyes scanned the scene picking out the important details as they became available. The hole was at the forefront of everyone's attention as they tried to figure out a way to rescue the brilliant egg that seemed to be just out of reach. Observing the efforts for a moment so not to step on anyone's toes she makes her way over to the group trying to dig at the hole to help. "Please allow me to help anyway I can." She commented nodding politely to each in turn. She had done her fair share of digging in Res's garden surely that experience could be of help here. Being careful not to hinder the dragon's attempts at squeezing down the hole she turned to the mare trying the cloak. "Perhaps the cloak might work better when we manage to widen the hole? We don't want to accidently push the egg back farther out of our reach." She suggested trying to be conscientious of everyone's efforts equally.

Finding a spot that had not already been taken she begins to strike out at the hard earth to clear it away with her front hooves. The hardness of the ground definitely was making this progress much slower what if they tried to soften the ground first she wondered silently. The cool temperatures natural to this area would mean that the ground would be frozen... but something like heat could warm it to make it less resistant to being moved. Her fire...that could work! Plus dragons usually seemed to like the heat. "I'm going to try and heat the earth to melt the ice within. It might make it easier to move once its thawed." She commented glancing up to make sure that no one was in her direct vicinity. Setting someone on fire was definitely not on her to do list. Reaching out for her magic she smiled as the familiar warmth sprang to life lighting her skin with brilliant blue flame. Turning her attention back to the hole she lowered her muzzle to the side of the small hole watching as the fire slowly melted away the ice. She tried not to think about the possibility of getting to raise this poor little creature but she couldn't help but hope.



Summary: Taking into consideration everyone's current ideas she starts trying to help manually dig out the hole. Finding that the dirt is frozen she decides to try and melt the ice within to make it easier to shovel out.

Brisa talks

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Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#9
he had found himself following the trail of billowing smoke, questioning why the snowy mountains were burning. the first thought to flicker through his mind are the fools within their icy homes in the Basin, the foolish damsel he had once fallen for living among them. something within the pit of his stomach made him pray that she was burning like a candle within the comfort of her own pitiful home, flesh sizzling and slipping from charring bones. a wicked smirk arises from the devilish beast's lips, whiskers twitching as dark nostrils flare. Stale scents of others hidden by the scent of ash and excitement, perspiration and determination coming in waves. Rounded ears flicker at the sound of voices, stepping forward to find what the fuss was about.

Gathered around a pit within the ice, a group with no age boundaries gathers, babes and adults alike gathered around one another pawing restlessly at the earth beneath. A dark, furry brow rises, lips crawling as thick bodice slips forward quietly, tail twitching with curiosity. neck arches to see what such the fuss was about, meeting the gaze of a white empress upon her throne of treasures, wonderous items sparkling and twinkling within the light. one round, golden piece catches his gaze, a stone or egg of precious proportion. assuming it to be an egg because of the desperation of the others, he steps forward and raises his forelegs from the earth, repeatedly slamming them down and up with body tense.

he works without speaking a word, desiring to know nothing of the intentions of the others. he merely wants to break this egg free and take it as his own. he desires it, he wants the egg more than ever. tongue moistens drying lips, eyes set on the prize, brows knit as the motion of rising up and heaving his weight against the ground is repeated over and over. Fire from a mare licks at the hole, his eyes widening and a strange growl rises from his throat, eyes narrowing at the dappled mare of which the flames had originated. he stops his work and curls a lip, ears flat to reveal the white eyes surrounded by black seas.
-- edit because forgot my wishlist xc wishlist
so tingal is just hitting the ground at the edge of the hole trying to make it bigger and break off chunks of ice and what not. he doesnt really give 2 shits about anyone else.
i'm going to be using 1 (one) of my VOTG rolls
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Cerin Posts: 45
Hidden Account atk: 4.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17 Hands :: Three (Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Klare
#10


A crowd had gathered, slowly walking towards this mysterious place before him. Smoke billowed from below, creating a plume that extends into the air like clouds. It seems to even block the sun to some extent. Cerin stares in ominous wonder at this, and the fact that so many were flocking towards it. Was something precious hidden within? Was this a task that Cerin should explore?

Going against his conscious he finally sneaks forward, snaking his way towards the center of attention. As he approaches, a small hole is what ensnares each passerby. He can't quite figure out what all the commotion is about, but slowly he begins to understand. Peering through, a gleaming golden egg sits precious like a stone. It looked oddly similar to the egg he had attempted to get before. Yet, this one looked much more regal.

In no time everyone is working, some are digging, others are melting. Inside, he notices a large eye watching, tracking. This was no doubt a mothers runt egg, something he had almost been. An immediate sadness overwhelmed him as he began to think of what to do. Communication would be key here, so would he be of much help? Some begin sending their companions down, and a tinge of jealousy covers him. So many already gifted, why not leave this to those who weren't? Of course he knew, there was responsibility and power in having one. It would only be necessary that a capable horse cares for them.

He cannot touch the dragon to ease her, so he must help in the physical sense. Taking after the multitudes before him, he begins rearing and pressing at the dirt on the edges. If he is careful, he can break the earth apart opposite the dragon so the dirt does not disturb her. If only a hole big enough for a pegasus was here, then, it would be easier to get it out safely.


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Nymeria Posts: 182
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 3 years HP: 69.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Lilómiel :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath Wanderer
#11

It had been Volterra's scent Lilómiel had caught first, a sweat-dampened reek of horseflesh and earth, soil and odorous stink; and then, painted, traced, onto the cozy scent of homeliness was blood, salt and iron, tainting everything Nymeria loved. Through his nostrils she had breathed in that mingling stench, a multi-layered confection which was full of information to be digested and swallowed, remembered.

There had been no linger of distress about it, no indication of pain or unfair duress which may have been attributed to him being injured, but the blood was there, undeniable. And Lil's concern, his worry, had been hidden beneath a skin of lethargic apathy, but there—no matter how he tried to hide it. She couldn't understand him; couldn't understand the impossible, convoluted emotions that ran beneath his scaled skin, his envy, his jealousy, and his caring, all treaded together in an indecipherable pattern, no matter how she tried. Still, she knew—she recognized—that if Lilómiel was worried, the situation was grave. It wasn't often the black bothered to extend his protectiveness of Nymeria towards Volterra, not unless it was a serious matter indeed.

There had been only the faintest, vaguest sensation of resignation from her bonded's side before they moved north together. Above her he wheeled, a sooty silhouette of humming and lethal energy, coiled exuberance and burning impatience, wings stretched wide and eagle eyes fastened on the horizon. It echoed through their connection, that impatience, until it quickened her stride too, forced her forwards into a snappy canter.

Wind pressed into her face, tangled in her steadily-growing locks, clutched and whistled by her ears. A second roar echoed in the back of her mind, a low rumble of the breeze snarling by Lilómiel's tattered appendages; her breath hitched, lids sliding close together to shield ruby retinas from the cold of the air. Still, it brought tears to her eyes, dampened scarlet; but she couldn't halt to worry about self-image, about what weakness tears might seem to represent.

There was smoke in the distance, a rising pillar of ash and gray, and fear shot through her, terror of what ice on fire might mean.
Volterra. What was he doing?!

And then an image surged through her head, startlingly vivid, enough to take over her eyes and slam her into Lilómiel's body. From his vantage point, she observed that around a bend of twisted and knotted rock there was—a mass of bodies, pressed tightly together. In that thick she recognized (even through the warped and bizarre vision of a predator) of her brother, robust and weighty even from here. A persimmous sigh slipped from atwixt her lips, a deep and savage exhale of both frustration and relief. Naturally. Even unwittingly, her twin managed to worry her.

Her pace slowed as she unraveled the thick bonds between her and her dragon, enough so that she might return to her own vessel unhitched. It was but a few minutes longer before she rounded the curve (heart still thundering too loudly for her liking, legs still too quivery) and saw the scene with her own eyes.

They were clustered around something—the source of the smoke. Eyes narrow thoughtfully, lips twisting, and the young girl slows to an almost idle trot, careful scarlet eyes picking out her brother. Lips move soundlessly, framing prayers unsaid and unheard, for his safety—that the blood she scented on the breeze was some kind of sham. Brows narrow; her muzzle tightens reflectively, disapprovingly. It doesn't seem that Volt's hurt...

Without giving much thought to the consequences, she cuts her way through the press of bodies, jostling through the crowd until she's at her brother's side. She puts her left shoulder forward, aiming to bump it against Volterra's right shoulder—a bratty greeting indeed, accompanied by: "Volt."

Lilómiel whistled nervously from above, circling downwards with cusped wings to come closer to the hole. A series of images flash through her head: a glint of red, white scales, dragons. Jaws part, confusion spreading her eyelids wide—gold?
The black rumbles his confirmation, followed by a piqued curiosity.

He wants her to do something, of course. The hierachy—the draconian hierachy alone demands it, never mind Nymeria's own sense of duty.

After a few minutes of careful listening, a desperate attempt to understand, the girl huffs, grumbles beneath her breath. Pupils shift, resting on Volterra thoughtfully; and then swivel, glancing over the amassed bodies. Jowls suck, teeth coming to nibble gently over her lower lip. Others are digging—scraping away (somewhat ineffectively) at the icy soil; she can't imagine that's particularly helpful, but perhaps she can do something to help out. Down she presses, searches, looking for the magic that she's found and toyed with, developed and trained as her brother has worked his body physically; the part of her that allows fluids to burn or chill around her.

Carefully, tentatively, she lets the heat spiral out from her forehooves, focusing on each individual drop of frozen liquid—attempting to warm the fluids, as is her gift.

Lilómiel folds his wings in tightly to his body, and flickers through the hole to join the other two dragons on the inside. His ruby eyes settle on Gwyneverre, contempt ringing clarion through his mind, disgust and abhorrence at her selfishness; and then swings towards the red offering a gift to the albino. Torn, twisted between need to defend and placate, he hangs, uncertain; and then he makes his choice. With a soft huff remniscient of his companion's own expression of annoyance aboveground, the black stretches his wings and slams forwards, attempting to crack his forepaws into Gwyneverre's right hip and fasten his teeth around the joint of her right wing.
No white should be allowed to steal a gold. Didn't she understand the hierachy?

If anyone was to take the egg out, it should the RED.

The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head / The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths / The rising of the heights ahead
mark dumont


Wishlist
Summary: Nymeria approaches and stands to Volterra's right, whom she greets. She then attempts to use her magic, which can heat or cool fluids, to thaw the ice to make it easier for those around to dig and scrape away at the frozen turf. At the same time, Lilómiel enters the hole and attempts to halt Gwyneverre from sabotaging Eurybe's efforts and taking the egg for herself and Abraham.


Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions


Einarr Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 hh :: 8 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Time
#12
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
The massive stallion flew over the frozen tundra, stretching his wings beyond the Dragon's Throat for the first time in some weeks. He left Mordecai sleeping at Megaera's side, confident the newly dubbed wetnurse would protect his daughter with her life. The blackened man was oblivious--or maybe he was simply ignoring--the fiery bay mare's discontent with her new position. In Einarr's mind, anyone in his new family should be willing to aid in the comfort and raising of his new daughter. He knew Gaucho would agree with him--their birth herds sharing so many ties and traditions--and Einarr would give this solid reason for any of Meg's disagreements against him. Alongside that, the tiny black filly found comfort and warmth at Megaera's side, and Einarr noticed the way the woman-warrior looked down on the child. He recognized the eyes of a mother, the way they softened when they moved over their progeny, and Einarr would dare to say that the puny mare's eyes mimicked this look. She may not have grown Mordecai in her body--something, somewhere deep and dark in the stallion's soul, he regretted--but she surely stood over the tiny girl with the fierceness and heart of a true mother.

As the flew, suddenly, the flurry of movement below him caught his attention. Furrowing his brows, the massive pegasus tipped his wings and circled down. Landing in a trot in the frozen ground, Einarr approached the group. He stayed silent as he observed what was happening around him before he finally stepped forward and spoke. They all seemed to be trying to dig out a hole. Einarr did not understand why until he stepped forth--another pegasus on his right side--and looked down into the hole. The glowing thing that glistened in the darkness caught his eye before the dueling dragons, and einarr looked up, eyes searching the group before they rested on the Dragon's Throat Sultana, "Tell Einarr how to help."


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[Wishlist | Einarr approaches and asks how he can help. | No prior refusals.]

if you bury me, i'll bury you
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Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#13
6d38 rolled for a total of: 138 (36, 4, 27, 18, 30, 23)

Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#14
GOLDEN

The white dragon, tint of her scales faded from years underground, growled as the hole was opened wide, and she expelled fire from her jaws. Fortunately, Tandavi, Natraj and his moonstone were safe. Her clever light lowered into the hole helped protect the egg from damage during the scuffle. Eurybe offered her cloak, which Abraham was, perhaps, a bit too eager to cast aside. Still, his dragon helped with the final bit of dirt in the way. Luckily, Cerin was there to stamp it all down as the egg was lifted out in the cloak, newly healed by Tandavi's powers.

The four escaped the wrath of the white dragon who clawed her way through the hole, exhaling another powerful breath and glaring at those who disturbed her peace and her eggs. She sneered, withdrawing moments later once she was sure she had burned a few of the troublemakers.

Flames had separated Abraham, Cerin, Eurybe and Tandavi from the rest of the group, the egg quietly in their care. But no song touched the hearts of those who gathered, the little orb remaining undecided. Having been abandoned for so long, the egg needed warmth to coax it from its lethargy. Though, the warming could not simply be the application of fire. The heat needed to be applied slowly and for a longer period of time, and based on your instincts, having seen baby birds and mothers, you know what needs to be done.



Helovia is having it's first ever golden dragon drop!

:: http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/550a28844ece6 (random list)
:: Rolls above!
:: Those who move on are
- @[Eurybe]
- @[Abraham]
- @[Cerin]
- @[Tandavi]

Because this took such a long time to get up, you guys get 4 days/96 hours to reply!

(For the next round, I will be applying half of your extra rolls again! So Abraham, and Tavi each get 4 and Eurybe will get 1 in addition to the decided rolls from the cleverness of your task solutions)


Abraham Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3 hh :: Three years HP: 71 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwyneverre :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath & Brienne :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Frost Breath Time
#15
running all the lights with the girl of his dreams

The aged, white companion snarls her rage at the month-old babe that attempts to thwart her in her quest. Quickly, Gwyneverre snakes her head down in an attempt to clamped her jaws over the younger black's head and throw him away. As well as her critical assault, the queen shakes her leg to dislodge the puny cretin. Bastards! Gwyneverre cursed them into her bond with Abraham, and the brawny, young stallion smiled darkly. His companion was strong, smart, and her desire for this egg was unmatched. A flash alerts the white and she moves quickly, debris falling over her shiny scales from her latest scrape against the hole. Fire, white-hot and brighter than even her monochrome flames blasted up. The white dragon grasped the drapery suddenly, attempted to curl her wings around the golden egg that nestled inside to protect it.

Abraham pranced to the side, his feathered fetlocks missing being burned by embers and sparks that spewed from the widening opening. As the desert princess lifts the egg out of the hole and away from the flames, Abraham moves to close the distance. He snorts wildly, with concern. He remembered his time on the beach when he was given Gwyneverre as an egg. The creature that had given the young Leviathan the egg from the depths of the ocean had give him words of wisdom on the care of his precious companion-to-be at that time. "Come come! Gather leaves and me make basket. You keep egg warm this way." Gwyneverre purred her agreement, understanding she needed to keep the egg warm in her own way, too. Chirping brightly, the white attempted to curl her body around the egg. Her chest and belly grew a deep, fiery color that matched the raging hues of her captivating eyes. The white dragon had to open her jaws to let the smoke escape, but Abraham knew no flames would burst forth from her jaws--unless the egg came to danger.

"We must gather nest materials. The egg has to be cradled and coddled to survive." The young stallion blurted, confidently and wisely, to the others that surrounded him.



[Gwyneverre tries to wrap her body around the egg and she ignites her fire from inside of her body, but doesn't blow any. Abraham tells everyone they need to gather nest materials!]

Wishlist -- Can bond to two companions -- Using eight (8) of my Extra VOTG rolls please -- No prior refusals.

abraham
art by neo || coding by neo

Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down


pixel by tamme

Cerin Posts: 45
Hidden Account atk: 4.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17 Hands :: Three (Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Klare
#16


Whatever is happening now, insanity ensues. The egg somehow barely makes it through the hole, actually in one piece. A ripple effect of shock crosses Cerin's body, but he doesn't question it. Whatever had happened, it was god sent that everyone, and thing, came out in one piece. Suddenly, a wall of fire seems to cut him off from the rest of the group. Only four are here now, including Cerin himself. The egg is sitting quietly with them. Cerin looks anxiously into the flames. Were the others okay? Had they made it out alive?

A new fear seized over him, and he seemed to lock up in his own joints. Luckily, the bigger unicorn boy seems to know what he is doing. His dragon moves to curl up against it, seemingly heating it to keep it alive. Smart. His voice bellows out, beckoning others to find nesting materials. Cerin begins to scramble around, seemingly in a haze at all of this commotion. He was beginning to think that maybe he had been put into a world of fake reality. Scanning the ground, there seemed to be very few things that he could use. A few branches here, clay-like soil there...

Ah. He had an idea. Grabbing some of the dried branches, he began his work. It would take a small amount of time, but could be used to help hold the egg. Lying the sticks out in straights, he moves towards the edge of a no doubt freezing nearby pond. He began digging at the clay like soil, trying to pick them up in sod pieces so he could gather them up. Dragging them back to the sticks, he laid them across and pushed it so they were bound together. Next, he grabbed some of the scrubby foliage, and patted that into the exposed side of the clay-like dirt.

Now was the hard part. Tilting it upright, he had a little clay-like rectangle. It sat neatly on its side, quickly hardening in the summer sun. Using his two font hooves, he uses them to mold the rectangle into a cylinder shape around his muzzle. There is a slight chill to it, but it could help when isolated properly. Taking a sinewy stick, he lies it across the binding and smooths it out. It takes a bit for the dirt cylinder to set, but it eventually works. Gently, he noses it back towards the group, and eventually leaves it near the white dragon. He then scurries off to grab extra scrubby foliage to make the inner part soft for the egg, and to cover the exposed ground at the bottom of the cylinder.

Hopefully he hadn't been too late, and just incase, he hopes his magic can be of a little help. Hesitantly he lowers his nose to the egg, and begins to create a reality of warmth. It seems to emanate from all side, but doesn't become overpowering. Hopefully his powers could extend for eggs. It wasn't any physical warmth, but mentally he knew the powers of feeling success (or heat at this point). Turning back, he waits for the others. What would they have in store?


Notes;; Cerin makes a sod-clay cylinder for a nest base, using some of the sparse grasses as insulation. He then uses his magic powers to see if he can create a false reality for the fetus of warmth until they can get it in physical warmth. He hopes it mentally keeps the egg hanging on a little longer. Frostbreath Dragon, Wishlist, Refusal
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Eurybe Posts: N/A
Unregistered
:: :: ::
#17
Eurybe felt a wave of relief as she managed to pull the egg up, despite the efforts of the white dragon. She doesn't hold it against the creature, whether it be greed or maternal instinct that drove it. When she pulled the cloak up she shoved herself up to her feet and carefully moved the egg away, as the dragon beneath unleashed a plume of flame. She carefully placed the egg on the ground and stared down at it affectionately, despite the chaos around her. One of the others called for them to make a best. Eurybe nodded her head and she watched as others took action. The white dragon tried to encircle the egg, while another individual made a pot. Her eyes went to the flames around them and back at the pot. She carefully pulled out several strands of her hair to place into the pot.

Then she carefully went to lift the cloak, trying not to disturb the egg or
dragon inside, she sought to place the pair into the pot. "Let's inch it closer to the flame." Eurybe said. "Getting it closer will help speed up the process with both the cloak, grass, and the dragon's flame." Eurybe carefully nudged at the pot, not waiting for the others to act. She was gentle and only sought to move it inch by inch, so not to disturb the egg or knock over the lot itself. Then she stepped back and watched the egg in silence, praying that it'd only hatch.

[Wishlist
No Prior refusals
Summary: Eurybe takes her cloak and tries to put Gwen and the egg into it and then inch it toward the ring of flame to provide more warmth for both egg and dragon.]

Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#18
Give me one good reason,
Why I should never make a change



So many appear, and she feels... she does not know.

Names are offered, and smiles, and then the bloom of magic and push of bodies nearly becomes too much. The girl shuts her eyes against the physical swell of magic which threatens to crush her veins, holding tight to the golden-eyed filly's and willing the rest to subdue. Fire, water, it hurts her head, pushing her senses into overdrive, filling her with soft and warm and cold and tangy, brittle and blue and sour and loud. Her brother cannot help her, for he is fighting off his own attacks, trying desperately to hold the light as dragons jostle his petite form. So much need, so much greed, and the image of Ampere's furious face flashes against the back of her eyes, accusing tongue whipping her ears, asking her why she participates.

I wanted to reunite a family... I never wanted this!

But it is too late to save the situation. Natraj sees the pale dragon coming and ignites his tails in a muffled warning, drawing the moonstone away from the hole just as fire threatens to engulf them all. It is with a mixture of relief and dismay that the girl realizes the egg has been, so to speak, saved; she stares at it, aghast, and then up to her companions, a tightness gripping her beating heart. A child, and eerily familiar boy, a gold-streaked princess, and she. Why do any of them deserve to raise an unborn creature, to see it into the world and guide its fragile steps?

Why do I?

Her brother returns to sit beside her feet, pressing against her reassuringly and glancing uneasily at the white dragon with the belly full of fire. Fire Dancer looks around the group, listening, waiting, thinking and debating. The egg sits between them, wrapped in a cloth and a dragon's clutches, the focus of so much emotion, so much distress. Perhaps she should leave. Ampere's image flickers into her head: "You've already enslaved one!"

And then, louder, Natraj cuts through, his voice indignant and matter-of-fact.

Not enslaved. Brother. Us not monsters. Ampere monster. Us at least help, look after egg even when hatched, even if not ours. Then we better than Ampere, because we always protect.

A fire rises within her breath. She wants to protect it. She will not see it failed, forgotten, abandoned or hurt. It is an innocent trapped in the designs of the corrupt; they have manipulated it thus far without its say; and she vows, silently, that whomever it goes to, she will not let it be forgotten, or mistreated, or abused.

She steps forward, an idea rising with the sparks in her breath. They have wrapped it in cloth and creature, but it will not travel well that way, and the child's contraption is unwieldy and crude. Her voice cuts into the smoke and tension, deep yet assured, confident and clean. "Natraj often in my braids. He is willing to let the egg rest there." Long nose reaches out to inspect the orb, carefully avoiding the dragon, not quite touching. She exhales more sparks, and they run along her neck, quickly weaving themselves into her tangled hair, warming her steamy skin.

She looks to the gathered, black eyes deep. First the mare, then the stallion. "If you help I can carry it to safety. The dragon is welcome to stay." At her hooves the boy nods, and stands to approach dragon and egg. He is older than the white companion, and marginally larger, and has a flame of his own- he is not afraid. He presses his nose against the shell, and listens to its life with oversized ears. I will ride, too, he tells his sister, glancing sidelong at the lizard.

The girl remains still, but smiles softly with a nod.


[ Tandavi offers the nest in her braids (see first post) as a means of transporting the egg. ]

Prior Refusal
Wishlist
EDIT :: using my 8 votg extra rolls

o. pixel pony credit to tamme
o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!


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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#19
2d17 rolled for a total of: 28 (16, 12)

Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#20
1d17 rolled for a total of: 2 (2)


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