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Arah Posts: 343
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie
#1

Arah

Hooves picking up she had decided to go out and see her daughter's grave. 'Grave' was an extreme overstatement, Arwen had died somewhere in the Steppe, the doe knew not where. So now she just wondered in the cold, thinking about her lost daughters. Yet as she walked now it was as if the fates where pulling her in a different direction. Wynter soared ahead of her, keeping an eye out for any approaching strangers. As the duo trotted just out the The Basin's permitters, Arah paused and turned around to look upon her frostbitten home. Down there was where history was made, changed and decided. Lately there had been more rambunctious activity between her leaders and strange visitors. She did not know who or even see them, but the Sentinels had gone off and she had seen figures in the distance. It would not be wise to stray from home, perhaps visiting Arwen's grave would take her too far out of reach.

Turning back from The Basin for a moment Arah's mind flittered over to the golden stag she had met within The Heavenly Fields, he'd been such a gentleman, reminding her why it was important to still go out and see others. With him she didn't have to be the grieving mother, she was just a stranger and he was to her. Though perhaps not anymore, they had made a rather usual pair after all.

The weight of Wynter suddenly landed upon her back, the doe looked back at her snowy bonded smiling. It was the griffin who made her wake in the morning and get moving, keep busy and grieve for her daughters. They hadn't been close, infact towards the end she barely knew the two girls she'd grown in her womb...but that didn't change the fact that she had lost both and her children. Someday she may recover fully, although it was more likely that she would remain a little broken forever.

Golden orbs studied the arch before her, wondering if they should actually press on. Whatever was about to happen was going to be huge, she firstly had a duty to her family, not the stranger she had met once. One...two...three steps closer to where they had met. What was she doing?! This was completely insane. Honestly, she should just turn now and return to her family. If nothing, Arah was loayal and she would go back to her family.

Arah continued staring at the Arch with The Basin flanking her.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#2

This was a strange place. Marble clefts snapped through frost and the hot breath escaping his lungs came in fog. There was more to sense here, there was such a sharpness in the air.
Bronze bodice halted in the serene white surrounds. "What a place" was mused to the silent, still trees. they didn't creek and sigh like in the warmer forests of the threshold; Here they just stood.

However enchanted he was it didn't make up for the sense of loneliness this frozen frontier gave him. He would step on, knowing that loneliness would be cured soon.
The arch was in view, this arch his porcelain friend had spoken of. His mind tumbled back to their meeting in those heavenly fields. That warm evening he thought he would be sleeping on the highway for all brutes and scoundrels or out in the open planes for any devil to have their fun. He had been rescued though, by that starry eyed doe.

Frost teased and bit his amber hide as he began his fumble through the ice. Verdent a gaze traveled along the expanse, its height until they fell on the ivory mare on the other side. It was his rescuer in the heavenly fields.

"Arah" fell from his blackened and splashed maw. The sight of her brought a happy warmth in his lungs but she did appear troubled. As much as he wanted to ask, he hoped their meeting might cheer her and distract her distressed and beautiful mind. grey lips pulled to speak but he was unsure was to say, and so a slightly mindless "are you cold?" was uttered as he neared.


tilney
And Oh there is more to this life


@[Arah]

aaaaahhhhh

Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
☀︎


Arah Posts: 343
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie
#3

Arah

Footsteps, someone was approaching. Had she been foolish and walked into a trap? Was an army approaching and she would be knocked to the dirt and trampled as they made their way towards her family. Back peddling, golden eyes wide she watched as a lone figure approached. Pausing and resisting the urge to hurry away, Arah and Wynter watched and waited. Perhaps with all of the strange movement within The Basin she’d become too skittish. Finally colours and features came into view…Arah stared as the golden stag came into view.

It was as if her train of thought had come to life in front of her…was she hallucinating? After all she had survived was she destined to go insane? No he was really there, looking at her. Relief flooding her, although if it was relief at his well being or the fact that he wasn’t an army…who could say? A smile tugged at her chops as his voice crooned at her. "No, this is home, I am used to this climate." Perhaps such a small thing as herself should't be so comfortable in the frosty landscape, but years up here had thickened her heart. Her golden orbs glanced behind her again, a sense of time dripping away. Anxiety played across her face as she studied him. "Are you okay? What are you doing up here?" Now her eyes flittered to look over his shoulder, checking to make sure nothing was approaching.

"It's strange. It's not normal, the winds are speaking." Closing her orbs she listened to the sounds around them, wondering what was so amiss in the universe. After a moment she opens up orbs and looks up at the stag who had rescued her from the creeping depression. "We should return home...It's not safe out here." The following offer may be selfish...but she wanted to make sure Tilney would be safe with her own family. A storm was coming. "Come to The Basin with me. Come and meet my family, you'll be welcome." Moving to his side the fae princess looks upon him happily, what where the chances? Looking towards her home Arah begins to lead the way, she would have to vouch for him... Yet her word meant a lot, she had always been loyal and had not yet given the Lord or Lady reason to distrust her (and hoped that she never would.) ”What say you? Are you coming?” Without really waiting for answer she began to head back into her homeland, desperately hoping to lead Tilney and Wynter back into the safety it offered.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#4


The cold was something slightly unknown to this brute. He grew up in rolling hills and gaping forests filled with an never ending spring. The nights were cool but not often frozen, but it was those nights when others cowered under willows that he would explore. The cold however strange and unknown he welcomed, no matter how much its first impressions bit his hide. It cooled his hot and aching hooves and made the blood in his veins feel even warmer.
Her musical lilt answered him and he breathed a soft snort. Of course, this was her home and the frost was her friend. It would not bite her like it did him, the stranger to the snow.

Once again a troubled glance was strung in her golden eyes. Again his maw was opened to speak, this time to quiz his porcelain friend on her troubled appearance but her own words beat him to voice. First he wished almost to avoid her question, for he too was slightly troubled. His green gaze trailed from his friends crown to Wynter the snowy griffin and he smiled her way.
"Hello Wynter" he breathed, relying on Arah to translate. His gaze lingered back to Arahs yellow, starry eyes and he softly responded to her own quiz; "I am well" was that response, though it was quite vague.

In truth he had ventured here to seek her. Since finding this new land he had found almost no cure for the loneliness and isolation he had endured in the wilds past the threshold. He felt that many of the mares and stallions in the falls were already set in their ways and had no room in their day to accommodate a conversation with a stranger such as him. It was not a home, they were not a family.
Arah was the only creature he could consider a friend since his arrival in this new world.
His shyness prevented from telling her this though. Would she think him silly for leaving his home? Perhaps he was, but to him it was not a home.

"they are" he agreed with her, the winds were speaking "but what they say I do not know".
The more he listened, the more it started to scare him. He didn't want to be alone tonight with the winds howling like that. He'd be scared half to death. Her invitation came like music to his ears and his tired face was lit. "I would love to" He responded, his nose turning backwards to gaze at the galing landscape behind them. When his eyes returned her way she had already set off and he laughed softly "yes, yes, I'm coming" he snorted and bounced a few trotted strides to catch her side.



tilney
And Oh there is more to this life


@[Arah]

Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
☀︎


Arah Posts: 343
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie
#5

Arah

He was coming, together they would reach home and be able to blend back in to the shadows. As he caught up to her, Arah playfully nudged him with her shoulder, showing Tilney that she was here to support him. There was no doubt in her mind about him belonging in The Basin, perhaps her thoughts had been influenced by the fact that she had lived with the cold ones for so long. But the majority of unicorns resided within Aurora Basin, they were kin and eventually they became family. Soon enough Tilney would come to know that the tales of The Basin where not all true. Yes, they were colder and harsher, but if you'd lived under the brutal winds for as long as some on The Basiners you'd be a little cold as well. Yet if you looked closely you would find that our teeth are normal (not pointed), we could step into the sun without bursting into flames, we cried, we ached, we bled and most of all we were mortal. Just like the rest of Helovia. Judgement was often passed down far too quickly and harshly when it came to the inhabitants of the rest of Helovia judging her family. Their strength was in numbers and in their loyalty to each other.

So as they began towards the Basin, Arah often would glance to her side and watch Tilney. The fae princess wondered what tales had been spun at him and just what her believed about her family. True, happiness surged through her as well; it was him that she had been worried for and here he was, alive and well and joining her on the journey home. Navigating the ground as she had done many times before, the doe's footsteps where carefully calculated, the dangerous landscape was not friendly to those who did not know the way. "I must confess I was worried for you." Her hymn floats through the brittle northern air, frosting in front of her ivory face. Eyes now fixed ahead the fae princess felt a little embarrassed admitting this. Would he rebuff her concern for him? After all they were little more than strangers some would say! Yet Arah knew from past experiences when a storm was about to break, she began to lead him through the narrow frozen arch entrance, ready to begin the decent down into Winter's heart. "Something is going on. There are secret guests and whispered meetings held within The Basin." The last time this happened...she didn't want to think about it. Eyes flickering over to Tilney, the doe wondered how much more she should say...perhaps it would be best to change the subject instead.

Suddenly a freezing blast of wind hit them, it howled through the arch bringing what felt like the entire force of winter with it. Struggling to remain upright Arah ducked her head and locked her joints refusing to be knocked over the the strength of the wind. Wynter screamed her displeased and the doe let out a small cry of shock at the sheer force they were being hit with. "Tilney..." She wanted to warn him, tell him to brace himself but her words were carried away with the wind. Surely is would die down soon! Gritting her teeth Arah began to wait it out, feeling as the gale force wind lost it's strength. Relief flooded through her veins and she opened her golden orbs probably appearing like an owl as she blinked through the sudden return of light to her life.


@[Tilney]
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#6


Velvetine nostrils passed over his shoulders hide in a playful nudge from his companion and a vibrant laugh echoed from his lungs. His green eyes caught hers warmly before his vision extended out to the cold landscape they continued through. He did not feel the need to fill the silence with chatter like he did with most creatures. For some reason with Arah, sometimes just not speaking was just as good as an enlightening conversation; her presence was so warming and his predictable banter about the pretty trees or the birdsong dulled it.

His friend confessed that she had been worried for him and he was quite taken. he was suprised and was he flattered? That she would even think of him? His smile widened, emerald orbs flicked to hers. "Worried for me?" he was even a little shocked, but a little overjoyed that the very creature he had walked here for had had him on their mind. "And why were you worried for me? In truth, I would be too you know. I have a habit of getting myself into all kinds of trouble" was his witty tease, his nose turning towards hers and softly snorting a short lived laugh.

What she spoke next confused him. Her words were slightly uneard of. What meetings? What guests!?
But she looked so troubled at the thought of it, and so when tempted to ask he restrained his grey mouth from asking her anything about it. Instead, perhaps he could ask her why she looked so saddened when he came across her on the other side of the arch. "Arah," He began with a questioning tone, shy and careful as he spoke.

Before he could proceed with his queerie, a titanic gale beat the words right from his ribs. He was knocked forwards a pace before he even knew what was happening. His fiends voice, her griffins screech was heard against the winds barricade. His legs locked as he tried his hardest to not be bowled further from his friends. His eyes and jaw were so tightly clenched it was hard to think, but when he cracked his left eyelids open he could see his fellow braced only a few feet away, and like him she didn't look like she could hold on for much longer. He took a plunging step Arahs way, fighting with every aching muscle against the gail. With one more step he had reached her, tightly locking his neck over hers. The wait seemed long, but the wind would have to try a lot harder then that to bowl them over, as Tilney was holding as tight as he could.
When the winds seemed to have calmed, the bronzey brute slowly lifted his head. They were safe, they had made it. Shocked green gaze looked to the griffin momentarily before they searched for Arahs amber eyes.




tilney
And Oh there is more to this life


@[Arah]

Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
☀︎


Arah Posts: 343
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie
#7

Arah

A lighthearted chuckle fell from her lips as he questioned her. "Yes. Of course." Rolling her eyes good heartedly, the doe laughed at his tease. "I knew it. You like trouble." After all they had met under troublesome circumstances! After wondering around blind and then slicing his leg open Tilney had happened upon her. Letting a dramatic sigh tumble from her chops Arah pretended to ignore him before a more serious mood settled upon her.

She told him about the secret meetings, confusion swept across him. Golden orbs studied his face nervously and even though she did not continue the doe wondered how much he had picked up from her short message. Lips formed her name again, glancing towards him the doe waited for his questions to begin picking apart her cryptic message. How much was too much? What should she conceal from him until he was fully accepted into their family? Yet before he could get his questions to her the gale-force wind barrelled it's way down the Frozen Arch.

It slammed into her, taking both Arah and Wynter by complete surprise. Had she not been through this before? Guilt wracked through her body...if Tilney got hurt because of the wind it would be her fault! A warning was all she needed to give him, instead she had allowed herself to be distracted. This part of Helovia allowed little room for mistakes! Crying out to him was no good, the wind whipped the words away before they even left her mouth. Slamming against her locked joints Arah did not know how much more she could take. Closing her eyes there was nothing to do but wait it out and try to stand strong but her knees buckled. Then suddenly there was warmth and support. Tilney was right beside her and having locked his neck over hers he gave her the strength to wait out the onslaught, they stood together for who knows how long. Supporting each other, her heart hammering as she waited for her strength to return in full. It seemed to take forever but finally the winds did die and the fae princess opened her eyes to take in a sea of green, his eyes staring back at hers. A sheepish smile crept across her chops as she looked up at him. "Welcome to the north." A husky whisper floats over the wind, her eyes still locked upon his. Taking a small shaky breath she also whispers "thank you for saving me." They seemed to be there for each other at just the right moments.

Blinking a few times Arah suddenly realised just how close they still were. Chuckling she gently extracted herself from his embrace but still remains close to his side. "Come on, before we get into more trouble." Laughing she began to continue forwards, until they were safely out of the arch. Below them in all it's glory was Aurora Basin. Grinning she turned to Tilney to watch his expression as he took in the frostbitten homeland.
It was a path that she had taken many times before, descending down into The Basin. To those who had not been lead here by a Basin member...well it would be almost impossible for them to find it. Delicate footsteps carried her down the long winding path, until finally they were standing before the sentinels. "There is a lake that never freezes." Normally she would speak of the beautiful night sky, but Tilney would never see it. A sadness filled her at this thought. "Tall mountains offer protection from the harsh, winter winds, we won't be getting blown over down here." Laughing she glances along the wall, nodding to the caves that decorated them. "We make our individuals homes in the caves." Stepping forward between the sentinels, her golden eyes skimmed over her home relief was surging through her veins. Here was where she belonged. Glancing back to her newest companion Arah continued to tell him of The Basin. "We also have a large, natural hot spring which steams from under a rocky shelf..." Perhaps they could visit it later. "Lastly is a strange, glass mirror resting against the wall of a cave, though no reflection can be seen when gazed upon." Walking into The Basin Arah stopped and turned to look back at Tilney, smiling at him proudly.



After leaving Tilney behind to check upon a few things in The Basin, the doe was making her way over to the hot springs. Something in the distance caught her eye, Arah turned and stared at the shining object confused. Moving closer to inspect it she was shocked to see beautiful silver armour laying around....it was as if it was waiting for her. Wynter landed beside her and inspected the Armour with the doe, both creatures curious. On top of it was a single golden feather, when Arah pressed her nose to it the entire feather disintegrated into golden dust which blew away in the wind. 'Cabhair dom é a chur ar aghaidh.' Wynter did as Arah bid, helping slip pieces onto her body, pining up her hair and then standing back to observe the final result. It had been cumbersome to get on but it fit perfectly. There was no doubt that the armour had been made for her. Grinning Arah turned to the direction of her cave, planning to stash it away until she needed it.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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