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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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.
Long shadows were cast across the forest floor, dappling the ground with spots of dark emerald and brilliant golden greens where the sun poked it's rays through the leaves. There was a cacophony of sounds all around him, insects chirping and birds sang songs of glee in the warmth of the sun and there was the occasional rustle from a rabbit or perhaps it was a deer? Morenth was never quite certain of what creature made what sound, but it was pleasant. Life bustled in the most unusual places. Even if he could not see them all, Morenth would only pause to listen with his ears pricked and could imagine what all their busy little lives must be like, hidden within the depths of this never ending forest.
He had been travelling through the forest for some time now and while he was never certain if the path he took was right or wrong it seemed to lead him deeper and deeper into the forest. With only the sun to bake the trees and vegetation, the forest felt like an oven that someone was slowly turning the heat up in. A light sheen of sweat began to form along his striped coat, dampening his neck and flanks, but no wind whistled through the trees to cool of his limbs, so Morenth was not without discomfort. Even his throat began to ache for water, but there was little to be found, even within the green leaves and tall grass he found little to none. It was hard for him to believe that there would be none, for the animals grew more bold as the deeper he traveled and he had already spotted more than a dozen little animals scurrying within the undergrowth. So obviously there should be something.
The trees grew more dense, blotting the sun out wherever he walked. Long, dark shadows seemed to grow more rampant the further he headed and he wondered if the heart of the forest would be nothing but a black pit. Crunching around the undergrowth as he had for the last few hours, it wasn't until the sun (he couldn't quite gauge the time but he suspected it) was heading into the horizon when he heard sounds similar to that of his own hoof beats. By now his coat was thoroughly damp by the humidity of the forest, he'd managed to sate some of his thirst by nibbling on leaves, sticks and grass, but he still longed for a cool pool of water. His large head raised, growing tense through his long body as he tried to figure out who it was that approached.
Slipping beneath the vast canopy of the threshold to escape the heat of the day it was obviously a rather popular place. Birds swooped between the branches, squirrels hopped along collecting nuts for their stockpiles, it was a sight to see and to experience for yourself. The giant trees provided ideal coverage to shelter anyone who may be in need especially on a day this humid. Watching a pile of hatchlings squabble over who got to eat first she couldn't help smiling at the rather amusing scene. Their mother was likely very proud of her brood but she could only imagine how hard it would be to raise five babies all at once. Two had been more than a handful nevermind five screaming munchkins all demanding attention at the same time. It was amazing how some creatures seemed to cope with the miracles of life making it look so easy when in reality it was a nightmare that somehow became worth it in the end.
The heat was uncomfortable but thanks to the shade it helped to make it a little more bearable when the midday temperatures reached their peak. Moving onwards the grey easily slipped through the brush with ease trying to stick to the shaded patches as much as possible. Having a coat of white was both a benefit and a downfall in this type of weather as the lightness helped to reflect the sun's heat away rather than absorbing it like other dark shades tended to do. While all this made it easier to tolerate the heat it also tended to let too many of the ultraviolet rays reach her skin causing it to burn. As she had gotten older she had learned various tricks to avoiding it altogether but in her younger days she had gotten quite the sunburn. White was not exactly the first colour she would choose as it was too plain but red definitely did not suit her at all making sunburn out of the question. Inhaling deeply a new scent carried along through the trees swaying her attention from trying to walk only in the shaded patches. Flicking her tail over her rump to clear the pesky bugs away she turned to snap at one of the biting insects irritating her shoulder. Oh how she wished it was cooler enabling her to clear the bugs away completely with a touch of fire, doing so now would only make her hotter and add a thicker sheen to her coat where the moisture had pooled.
Satisfied that the pest was eradicated the girl turned her head catching sight of a rather unusual stallion wandering slowly through the brush. Studying him closely she took in his features and strange yet beautiful colouration before gathering her courage to catch his attention. Shaking out her long mane hoping it did not look like a rats nest before stepping out of the shadows and focusing her blue eyes upon the stranger. Nickering softly in greeting she stopped a few meters away hoping that he would not mind her intruding. "Hello, Welcome to Helovia." She said kindly still feeling the normal wariness depict her actions. "I am Brisa of the Hidden Falls. Who might you be?"
Brisa talks
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Morenth's blue gaze locked upon a small, grey figure. They had been following shade provided by the tall trees when they finally came into view. It took a moment for the grey...mare? Yes, mare. He could smell her sweet perfume even from here, to notice him after swatting away the pesky insects that clung to her. Without even thinking about it, his long, lion-like tail swung across his haunches. Long tendrils of matted white and cyan blue drifted across his back and rump, shooing away the insects that clung to his own skin, before falling back behind him. Morenth drifted forward a step, his head angled slightly down, his ridged horns pointed in toward her, though it was nothing more than him studying her as she did him. It had been so long since he had seen another of his species that he almost forgot what it was like to be in the presence of one. Except, she wasn't exactly like what he was used to either. Her face lacked a horn and her body was so simple that he had to make sure he was not missing a piece. Her tail lacked any definite bone and just fell useless behind her; the hair long as his mane was. And her coat lacked any definite markings. The only definitive thing about her was her icy blue eyes, which also studied him.
Morenth remained silent, even as she greeted him. He was curious to learn what she wanted, though was not willing just yet to give voice to his thoughts. She was quick to speak, however and he soon learned her name and the name of this land. Helovia, he'd never heard of it before. None of his home tribe spoke of such lands, but then they were sheltered by their own ignorance and stubborn pride. They were quick to cast him out, yet they, themselves dared not set foot outside their mountains. He was almost glad though that they had set him free. Morenth gave her a small, curt nod after a few minutes of silence. The tension in his body had subsided, but he still kept a wary eye on her. She was unusual enough that he was uncertain of what hidden abilities she might possess. After all, he shouldn't judge another by their looks alone. "Greetings Brisa of the Hidden Falls." His long tail swept across the other side of him, both ears forward and listening. There was a brief moment of hesitation before he finally said, "I am Morenth." There was always something that felt off about giving up his name to complete strangers. It was like letting them in on a secret, something they might use against him (if that was even possible). Though he also prided himself in knowing it would likely be the only piece of personal information that she would squeeze out of him. The rest she might guess from his appearance alone.
notes: yes please! Also excuse this mess of a post >///< I'm still getting used to him hehe. @Brisa
10-08-2015, 10:12 AM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2015, 10:13 AM by Imonada.)
It wasn't like she was spying on her own herdmate. No, no, not at all. Spying implied some level of maliciousness or at least ulterior motive. Alright, maybe she had an ulterior motive, but since when was curiosity and the need to sate it a crime? So maybe she WAS following Brisa. The woman had rescued her from folly and certain death at the hands of starvation and dehydration; so she was... interesting to Imonada's ravenesque inquisitiveness. What secrets did she have that the blackbird could uncover? What layers could she peel back, dissect, and analyze? Although she had no intention to bring harm upon her new friend, quite the opposite really, information was the currency that truly sparkled in her eyes. The more she knew, the better it was, for everyone -- at least that was how she justified her sleuthing. Could you even blame her, really? Useless log of a wing that hummed in dull pain every day even through the Chase, the high affectionately dubbed by her older cousins in reference to the plant which provided it, she would always be a disadvantaged fighter. Not to mention the chemically induced haze, or its nasty withdrawal. She'd never charm her way up the rungs, nor would she ever hope to weave dream into real form. The thought of her, of all things, leading anyone anywhere other than astray was laughable, too. But she got around, so to speak, and while she couldn't soar the sky as the gods originally intended she always had an ear to the ground instead and remembered things; not like her father's birthday or to eat timely, but precious things, things she learned others wanted to know, too. That was her golden ticket, to be something other than the worst of things; ordinary.
It really sort of just happened. By accident. No grand scheme having been concocted. She'd returned home to Hidden Falls shortly after that antipodal crocodile god finally fell, literally incinerating away as the Sun God's magic reduced it to nothing more than trophies and memories, in order to recuperate and process the event; but the opportunity to really rest slipped away one afternoon as quickly as Brisa headed out of their lands. The call of the wild, summoning her restless spirit, had her now picking her way carefully through the forest -- deeper and deeper, as quiet as a mouse and as dark as the shadows that surrounded her. Reprieve from the beating heat of the sun beneath cool shade begun to roll over into a sticky discomfort where the air felt clogged, choking, and heavy, trapped as it was within the dense thicket alive with song and rampant scuttling. Keeping a healthy distance from her mark, she favors her shoulder, having been jostled in the chaos of the fighting; now tender, sporting a massive bruise from the kiss of a stallion's chest as he barreled past her.
A blade of sunlight spears into her eye and she hisses like a struck snake, the resulting pain like a steaming ice prick straight through the soft organ, momentarily stunning her as a day-old headache flares into nascent beginnings of a legitimate migraine. She loses track of Brisa at this juncture, but immediately catches hold of the scent that must have made that white flash of a mare disappear; it's male and foreign. Submerged in stealth mode, her paranoia and wariness are given headway. Never mind the low likelihood of anything bad actually happening, because, well, it just might. Alarmed, she fires up her pace to reach Brisa and bursts through the trees, calling out in caution, stumbling onto the duo. Practically slamming into Brisa's rump, she saves face with a crafty maneuver of light and sure feet, meanwhile sending a sweeping survey across the angel's svelte form to check for any inconsistencies.
"BRISOooh."
She notices Morenth then. Really notices him. Imonada's blatant staring is incredible in its shamelessness as a myriad of emotions play across her face, no holds barred, an open book for even the most emotionally illiterate, her mouth slightly ajar like a suffocating fish as lean brows stretch high. But it isn't really lust in her gaze as it travels, molten, across the dark stripped patterns laid into the sepia gradient scrim and shocks of white so complimentary, over his thick curtain of a sable mane, and through the ombre waterfall of his moving tail. No, it has a larger and brighter gleam of artful esteem, her raven heart desiring his presence far beyond such base carnal matters. With a slow blink, she recovers and offers her own greeting; a deep dipping bow accompanied by her wings fanning out slightly in a stylish display.
"'Allo. I am Imonada." Pulling her stance and wings back into confined personal space, she looks over at Brisa and gently, ever so gently, bumps her forehead to the other mare's neck in a shy regard.
Now Morenth has two little mares in front of him. One black. The other white as snow.
*HIDDEN FALLS TAG TEAM h5
*Imonada has HFH - touched her head to Brisa's side but no other contact
10-08-2015, 11:04 AM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2015, 11:06 AM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia, now healed of her ailments and free from the battle for the Sun God, walked proudly beneath the boughs of Helovia. She was blessed through blood by the very light which shone through day and fire which gave warmth. How could she not lift her head higher? How could she not walk with pride in her dancing steps as her heart filled to the brim with love she never once deserved? Her heart had been vacant for so long, iced over with pain and loneliness, but now she had everything she had ever wanted, and it was almost too much. Ophelia hummed a quiet tune, which was rare, since she was never known for singing, and the heat reflected off of the pure white of her coat.
Only burn marks marred her otherwise delicate features of her face and neck, remnants of her battle prowess and fury. With a smile on her lips, she was a figure of antipathy - hair laced in crimson reminding of dried blood and two strangely colored eyes of purity and wrath. She was still bizarre, even with joy resonating through the fibers of her life, and that was something that would never change, no matter how much her life changed in her periphery.
Words in the distance caught her attention, ears drifting on swivels to location the origin of the sounds. She paused, sending Tinek, her silver dragon, sliding across her back. He grumbled and then returned to sleep, clinging tighter to her hip with his talons. Ophelia danced toward the sounds and emotion, irrational, rose in her throat at one of the beings there. Her... she growled in her own head, causing Tinek to rise from his sleep once more and stare at the offending white mare. She was the one who lied to Torleik, wanted to trick him, and though jealousy for their shared moment burned through her veins, what she felt more was anger toward this creature for her infidelity.
The predatory stare on her strange features struggled as she turned to the other stranger, a masculine scent wafting from his tall figure. He was tall, handsome in a refined way that spoke of royalty instead of warrior. The azure accents of his wild pelt added beauty to the hostile stripes, and she admired the horns upon his brow, such noble weapons for a refined creature as he. All were assumptions of course. She knew more than most how the spirit and body could often be at odds with their subtle messages. Ophelia bowed her head once in a respectful, deferential greeting (a trait she unknowingly gained from her father), and she nodded once to Brisa in acknowledgement.
"I have heard your name and not much else, Morenth," she said, her voice chime-like and delicate, another contrast to the violence of her coloring. "Welcome to Helovia. My name is Ophelia the Amaranthine, from the World's Edge." It felt strange, to her to no longer be the 'Forsaken', but it was a good kind of strange. One that settled deep in her gut and warmed. "Should you need a home, I can take you to mine, and if you require information, I have... lived here for a long time." She didn't think it right to say that she had lived in all the herds, ruled more than one and was now a lowly rank once more. Her personal history was only privy to those when asked.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
10-08-2015, 03:44 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2015, 03:46 PM by Brisa.)
Between the vibrance of the forest's earthy tones it was hard not to believe that this newcomer fit right in here. The rich brown undercoat, the ebony striped markings along the dorsal plains of his frame, the marvelous white accents across his face, shoulders, legs and a small patch over his hindquarters, and then finally the exquisite soft blue tones mixed into long luxurious white hair, it was all quite picturesque. Each colour could easily have been sampled from nature itself. Getting lost in the beauty it took a moment before she realized she was staring at the poor stallion as if he was a piece of artwork, not that she believed him to be ugly. Dropping her eyes to the forest's floor she felt as if her face had turned beet red from sheer embarrassment as yet again she had succeeded in making a fool out of herself. Taking a breath to dispel the heat she willed the awkwardness away hoping the stud would not take it personally, she was just so horrible at all this.
When the silence finally broke she lifted her eyes casually back to listen to his words before slowly taking a step or two forward. Brisa of the Hidden Falls. Smiling as her name was used she hadn't meant for him to call her by the entirety. "It is nice to meet you. Brisa is more than enough, The Hidden Falls is just the herd in which I hail from." She replied kindly not wanting to seem as if he had done something wrong, no offense had been taken by it but it was easier to just call her by her simple name. A snapping of branches behind her sent a chill up her spine as her head whipped around expecting to find some monster here to eat her. Clamping her tail and skittering a step or two sideways she saw a familiar face appear with some skilled footwork so as not to crash into her. Staring at her incredulously for a second laughter spilled out before turning her lips into a welcoming smile. "Imonada, I never even heard you come up." She commented happily accepting the mares greeting as her blues were drawn to yet another figure emerging from the brush. Returning her silent greeting with a dip of her head she admired the power and strength that emanated from the newest arrival. Unsure if they had ever met before she listened to the mare speak to Morenth inviting him to join the Edge.
Not wanting to be put out of the equation she spoke again once Ophelia finished speaking. " You are more than welcome to join us as well. I too have been here for quite a while, perhaps not as long but I can still help you with any questions you might have." She added confidently lifting her head feeling a little small compared to her taller acquaintances. "Whichever herd you choose you can bet on finding a great home with plenty of opportunities. Myself I am a Mason which is just one of many jobs available if you wish to help out."
Morenth could feel Brisa's gaze burn into his skin, tracing every inch and marking that was etched into his brown coat. He, too stared back, but there was not as much to Brisa as their was to himself. She was plain, pretty, but plain. He could've traced over her body twice, three times before she was finished studying him, dropping her eyes to the ground as if she finally realized what she was doing. A curved ear slid back and a soft but impatient sigh escaped his nostrils. That was something he did not miss. The looks, the open-mouthed stares. Eyes that were seemingly attracted to his body as if he were honey and they were flies. He was almost certain that others knew more of him and his own body, then he knew himself. An unsettling thought, he might add, his thoughts drifting back as Brisa stepped forward. Her words breaking their silence, though the world around them still wriggled with life and sound. She corrected him and he gave a small nod. "My mistake," though he wondered how far this Hidden Falls might be. He had traveled for a long time through the forest and he was finding it harder and harder to believe that it might end so soon. Though even as he spoke the words, thinking about the land beyond here, movement in the leaves past the small mare brought his eyes up. Ears catching the sounds of grunts and twigs breaking. Morenth, without thinking, stepped forward, his head falling down into a protective position that pointed his duo horns towards the thing that came crashing through the bush.
Brisa noticed a second later and she side stepped away, setting her nearly beside Morenth. Both were tense as a very small, but oddly shaped horse emerged from the brush. Clad in black, with strange mounds along the sides of her body, a small mare emerged carelessly crashing through the undergrowth. She seemed disorientated and it took her a moment to recover. Even so, Morenth could not help but stare at the multitude of feathers that hung from the mare's shoulders - not realizing that she also gawked openly at him aswell - trying to determine what the hell they were. Within a few minutes of fighting his own disbelief, he began to realize that they looked like the wings of a bird, only they were larger. And then it was another few minutes before he was convinced that they were, in fact, attached.
Morenth felt his breath catch in his throat. Unnerved, he took a step back, trying to process this information as best he could. With the familiar way they greeted each other, it quickly became apparent that they both knew each other and that the black horse bird hybrid...thing might not actually be harmful, but Morenth couldn't help but return his gaze to the feathery limbs hanging off the side of Imonda. "Are you some kind of bird?" He finally asked, speaking over the last of what Brisa was saying to the black bird-horse. A puzzled frown crossed his features, he'd most certainly never seen anything quite like her before. Morenth had grown up in a small tribe of unicorns who had hidden themselves away deep within mountains. You could say, they lived a rather sheltered, but fruitful life. Information such as bird-winged horses (amongst other things) were disregarded in training for a more focused, need-to-know learning system. He licked his lips, still on guard when yet another equine emerged from the depths of the forest. Morenth's head whipped up, but this time he did not step in front to guard as he had before.
Unsettled by new revelations he found it was yet another mare that approached them. This one was different, already striking out against the soft but seemingly kind duo that hailed from the Hidden Falls. A calculating gaze took them all in in one swell swoop, but it was not this that caught Morenth's attention, but the long white horn that sprouted from her forehead. He dipped his head in return to the mare's greeting. She was as white as snow, similar to Brisa, but her mane and long boneless tail were dipped in red. If he did not know any better, might have believed it to be blood. She - Ophelia she called herself - addressed him, not tarrying as she stated her business. She got straight to the point, which he liked. Though it all was happening so fast, he'd barely managed to blink before Brisa was speaking up again. Fast as a flash to offer him a home as well as a prospect of work. He glanced between the three of them, a deep setted, serious look planted across his features.
"You are so quick to offer a stranger a home," he said finally, a rueful smile gracing his lips. "And to think I was beginning to think this forest was endless, obviously it is not." He gazed at each of them, thoughtful. Brisa offered him a interesting prospect, though he wasn't sure he was comfortable around the winged horse yet (he was also curious to see if there were more no horns). As tiny as Imonda was, he had no idea of her capabilities. He didn't even know if she could actually fly with those things. Then Ophelia, straight to the point as she was, offered a sense of familiarity. It had been a long time since he had been around his own kind and it sent a wave of home sickness through him momentarily, though he was quick to push it back. Thinking for a little bit longer, he turned to Brisa and Imonda and dipped his head politely. "Thank you for your offer Brisa, but...I think I'd like to travel with one of my own kind for a while." He turned towards Ophelia, a look of expectation on his features. He was eager to get on the move once more, after being still for so long the day was waning on them. It would be dark before too long.
notes: yikes this is bad >///< sorry! Don't worry about trying to match the length, this is the longest post I've written in a loong time. @Brisa@Ophelia@Imonda
10-10-2015, 05:04 AM (This post was last modified: 10-10-2015, 09:05 AM by Imonada.)
The slight statured pegasus laughs breathily, giving Brisa her attention, even if it occasionally slips off for a momentary peak at Morenth like a connoisseur in her favorite shop. "I would hope not. I cannae be terrible at everything." Time in Helovia has blurred her accent, giving way to theirs, although the sweet highland lilt remains. Her sharp senses pick up on his increased tension, but she only gleans this information and alludes to it in neither her speech or body language.
"A bird?" She asks with playfully false incredulity, turning to investigate her right wing, the feathers slick and dark, black as ink even when a slip of summer light squeezes through the canopy to illuminate them. "Nae quite, lad. I am new, too; I think the Helovians call us winged ones 'pegasus.'" It appears she may continue, a bit excited with the opportunity to teach something to someone, but a smooth and richly honeyed voice interrupts her thoughts as Ophelia appears and speaks to Morenth. Imonada winds up gawking again, only this time the recipient is a clean-cut white unicorn, dipped in candied red, streaks of blood on snow.
"Hello," she offers tentatively, suddenly intrigued by the curt nod Brisa receives. She never turns to Morenth again, watching Ophelia calmly but curiously, until he declines Brisa's offer. Fighting a childish pout, she regards him instead with a light smile before mimicking her bow from earlier, only this time she refrains from being extravagant about it. A subdued, polite gesture that is offered to Ophelia in turn, as well. "We'll see you around then. I think it's safe to say you'd all be welcome as guests into Hidden Falls."
10-10-2015, 02:48 PM (This post was last modified: 10-10-2015, 02:48 PM by Ophelia.)
Even the sound of her voice was a grating whine against the thread of vengeance throbbing in her chest, and she clenched her jaw to maintain her stony features. Was it that sweet voice that had called in Torleik? Earned his trust? Was it the way she shied away as if she could hide beneath her own skin? Ophelia’s spine stiffened, standing proudly without haughtiness as she embraced who she was, flaws, compassion and violence. The pale princess watched from the corner of her eye as she seemed to gain some measure of confidence, giving away her rank and inviting him to join the Falls. Did she realize that it was because of her that the Falls were open to her residence? Did she not know that it was by Ophelia’s cunning that Archibald now stood at the helm of their humid forest?
Most likely not. Though she pushed at the roots of most social tension, she was a ghost – like the player of a chest game, not a piece. The black bird spoke, and she tilted an ear her way, strange, dual colored gaze sliding to this raven stranger. “Hello,” she returned, speaking with a slightly softer tone. Ophelia then turned her attention back to the male flanked by many females, but she was already spoken for –and her loyalty was an undying flame. Still, she could admire him for what she could see – intelligence, quiet and handsome. Though, she could not say for certain if he would be best as a warrior or perhaps one of her own rank – a quiet ear in the shadows or a subtle word whispered in a helpless ear.
A smile worked over her lips, pulled slowly by his true but purposeful words. “Not quite, though it might seem so. I am quick to offer a stranger a home because there was many years ago I came here as a child and was met by silence. Helovia can be a vast and dangerous land, but not if you are guided by those who know the way,” she said clearly, succinctly. But, her voice did hold a tone of gentleness. Honestly, she was surprised he had chosen her to follow, but this did not show on her face except for a few blinks of her pale lashes. Ophelia nodded once, twice and then turned to the black, winged one who offered her a polite gesture. She returned it before settling her gaze on Morenth.
“Come, this way,” she said, walking with him due West. “Helovia is a land of four gods, known to us. They speak, walk among us, and provide help or hindrance depending on your view of them. Each is the vanguard of elements of magic. The Sun God controls fire and light, The Moon Goddess controls darkness and wind. The Spark God controls static and time, and the Earth God controls earth and water. The World’s Edge is a herd under the jurisdiction of the Moon Goddess, though our leaders are Mauja and Torleik. I am…” she trailed, frowning slightly, though her eyes almost smiled. “I am a spy. I seek knowledge and truth, and with that, power for our herd and those I love.” There was an undercurrent of coldness, for that power did not extend to those she did not hold dear.
“Our Gods have currently opened up a kind of Rift to another world and have been fighting gods of destruction in new places. You are welcome to follow me if you wish to fight in these battles. Otherwise, the world is your oyster, so to speak. Explore as you will. The World’s Edge will accept you for as long as you call it home.” Ophelia fell silent then after her brief history about this land. She was sure that he had questions, but she was also sure that he had quite a bit to stomach. Not bothered by the quiet, she moved ever forward, cloven hooves taking sure and steady steps across the vast and changing landscape that was Helovia.
@Morenth :D
I am going to change your rank, but if you want to, we can continue this in the World's Edge!
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Morenth gazed over the other mares, his ears pricking as the small black horse-bird spoke. His eyes roamed over the slick black feathers, then gave her a nod of acknowledgement uncertain of what to think of this...pegasus. Imonda herself seemed alright, she had been nothing but cheery since she had appeared and Morenth certainly did not feel threatened by her. Even so, he kept an eye on her in the off chance she might do something unexpected - like fly off. Morenth was about to ask if there were more like her, since she had implied it with saying that the Helovian's had a name for them. But before he had a chance, Ophelia's clear voice interrupted that train of thought. Her answer was what he had come to expect, clear and straight to the point and he was growing more confident in his decision of agreeing to travel with her.
"You certainly make a good point." Especially since Helovia had already proven itself to be immensely different from what he had grown up with. With a no horned mare and then a winged horse (which he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around), Morenth was wondering what other wonders this land had to offer and he suddenly no longer wanted to be stuck within this forest. Eager to set out, he turned to Brisa and Imonda with a kind look in his eye he dipped his head towards them for the final time. "Thank you for your help and offer once more, perhaps we will meet again." Part of him almost wished they would, for they were interesting, even as plain as Brisa was to him; she struck him as peculiar. Someone he'd like to get to know a little bit more.
Ophelia wasted no time and they were off after saying their goodbyes. Even as she turned away, Morenth did not notice the dark figure draped across her back until the other two had vanished from sight. When Morenth finally turned his head, listening to the brief but informative information she gave him, the creature drew his attention to it. At first he thought it was a shadow cast by the trees and spotting light, until it moved and seemed to take form. Morenth jolted, swinging his massive head so he could take a better look at the thing on her back. "Whoa, what is that!" His eyes widened, fear creeping into the edges of his concious as he took a step away from the pale mare. Yet again, proving that this land held a whole lot more for him than he had originally bargained for.
notes: excuse the ickiness once more, but I'd definitely like to continue this in World's Edge, for sure! @Ophelia
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