It almost seemed like Rexanna ended up in the Threshold due to the type of sense in the air. The same thing had happened when she tried to recruit Tembovu to the Basin; she just had this type of feeling that she needed to end up here. And here she was again. Another day of wandering the Threshold endlessly, reminiscing on those she had met here not too long ago. The winged creature known as Resplendance and her superior Thrandiul, a golden beast of secrecy. She wondered if there would ever be a day that she would learn more about that beast, but how would she know if he was telling the truth? He was an experienced liar, great at the fact of getting you to learn what he wanted you to about him. Keeping every nook and cranny of his true self hidden from view. She had learned much from Helovia and the issues at hand, but her mind continued to dance around the fact that she was still quite new and to get anyone to listen to her was a task within itself. It would work eventually, wouldn’t it? Only time could tell.

Aimless wanderings had landed her near a clearing. Spotting nothing but a group of birds flying to and fro from the tree branches to the ground in search for worms, she sighed in frustration. She was going to go insane if she didn’t come across a decent soul that could actually converse coherently. Her teal eyes scanning the bark of the trees before she noticed some fresh hoof prints beneath her. Lifting a hoof, she checked to see if it was from her walking in circles. While it was roughly similar in depth, the size was different. So with that, the vixen knew that there was someone nearby. She then hoped that this creature had not been one already recruited or another wandering soul searching much like herself.

She trudged on a bit further, stepping past the clearing and taking note of the clouds making the Threshold feel almost frozen in Winter’s grasp. A slight exhale causing a small cloud to form from her nostrils as she continued in her step. That was when she saw it. A creature she didn’t recognized, donned with two charred horns. Rexanna in comparison was bright, pelt a mix of cream, gold, and ash. Her golden horn carried a gold chain attached to it that wiggled like worms with every step she took. She took in the creature before her; quite dark and almost haunting. She wasn’t sure it was a familiarity in the darkness, or whether or not it was a new creature. She’d have to find out. Stepping forward a bit more, she approached the creature from the side. Eyes scanning the areas surrounding to try and spot a companion if he indeed had one. With no such luck, she assumed he either didn’t have one or that it was good at hiding. Judging from the shape and muscular structure of this phantom, she could tell he was a stag and of quite the curious type. Clearing her throat lightly, she spoke allowing herself to be known even if her footsteps had been rather quiet and concealed.

"Hello there. Welcome to Helovia." Her voice was like silk, dripping from her lips in a kind of display. A display of welcoming and pleasantry. Part of her slightly hoped that he was in fact new, otherwise this could end up being embarrassing.


Welcome, Dressy! :D I can do my best to answer any questions you may have! @[Mortuus Nox]

Well it didn’t seem to take long before another creature joined the duo. A mare much like herself, although quite peculiar. Her body seemed to be that of glass and accompanying her was an owl. Ah, so she had been here awhile. Teal eyes watched the mare curiously as a bit of fear was shown. It almost seemed as if this battered statue of a stag startled the mare with his appearance. Her eyes then danced to the male, eyes travelling across his scars and tattered pelt. There was a feeling within her from him that he held quite a library of stories. Her eyes then flashed over his dull lifeless ones, many of which she had been used to seeing from her past. Those riddled by war and death seemed to carry that kind of stature that almost nothing seemed to surprise them or cause interest. It was at this point where she wondered if he too had come from a war torn land.

It was then when she heard his voice, thickened with an accent that was unfamiliar to her. Her ears swiveled to the sounds of his voice. Offering him a gentle smile, she offered the two crowned equines with a bow of hello. ”It can be crazy at times.” A small laugh escaped her maw, soft and genuine. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you Nox. I am Rexanna. I hail from the Aurora Basin.” She offered another smile before passing a glance to the mare, curious if she was planning on speaking as well. Then she heard Nox speak in a language quite foreign to her. She swiveled her ears a bit trying to piece out anything if she could, but alas nothing made any sense to her. Shifting her weight slightly, her dual colored tail brushed her haunches before she danced her attention between the mare and Nox before speaking again. ”Do you by chance seek a place of refuge?” Her question was genuinely curious. She wondered if from the reaction of the femme if she was planning on trying to take him home or if fear fell within her body enough to where she would leave him be?

The golden vixen laid eyes across his body once more, making mental notes of the scarring again. He was quite the curious one, definitely a creature she’d want to learn about more. Peeling her eyes from him as not to stare, she turned them to the mare in case she had more to say.


@[Ayelet] @[Mortuus Nox]

Ears swiveled to the glass mare as she spoke a language unknown to her, mimicked by the sounds of the male. Then, when she least expected it, the creature spoke in a language she could understand. Albeit, broken, but the effort was well appreciated and Rexanna offered her a gentle smile as thanks for the inclusion of the group. She spoke of the Edge, which Rexanna had gathered as possibly the World’s Edge. Her interest in that land was there only because of Tembovu until the mare had spoken of Mauja. Ah yes, the spotted beast that seemed ever so kind. The golden vixen hadn’t a clue that the Mauja she met not long ago in the Threshold had actually been the King. She’d have to try and catch up with him. She felt as though she had much to learn from him especially when it came to his demeanor. Where the mare was from, everyone flaunted their titles. So it came as a slight surprise that the spotted stag had not in their previous encounter. With a nod to the glass mare, she had to agree. Mauja was kind and strong willed. Very well knowledged. However, a small part of Rex knew that if this stag was going to get along with somebody, that it would be Deimos, the lord of the Basin. His dark composure and fleeting feeling of death upon site just seemed to fit right up this creature’s alley. And suddenly she found herself wishing this stag to return to her home in a show to Deimos that she was worth it. It wasn’t like there was a reason as to why she needed to prove herself. Perhaps it was just fitting for the recognition from him. A kind of longing for the acceptance of doing good. That was what she needed right now.

Teal eyes danced over to the scarred stag. His words hit her ears and she couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Then as he began to ramble, his words stopped short before he switched the subject. Yes, she had been talking of a home. But the reason why is a good enough reason to her to wonder what she was going to gather from bringing him back. Perhaps it was something for the good of it all for she hadn’t really met any other outcasts other than Caleb, and we can see how well that went. Being a mistress to an outcast was really hush hush to her, but it was still something that left a small salty taste in the back of her mouth at the thought of the group as a whole. Eyes scanned over the stag once more before she shifted her weight, gold chain vibrating and swinging with the movement of the mare. ”Past experiences are hardly useless. One learns much from them regardless if it’s a good experience or bad.” She spoke, offering a kind smile to the stallion. ”I simply ask because Helovia is quite the large frontier. Having a place to rest is quite comforting in knowing you’re always welcome. Also, you would be quite surprised at the variety of creatures within this realm. I have a slight suspicion that you would fit in extremely well with the Basin.” Her voice almost seemed to carry a genuine smile. Her eyes watching him for any hint of expression only to be let down by that constant lifeless look she was sure he would keep. Yes, much like Deimos. Perhaps they would get along quite well.


@[Ayelet] @[Mortuus Nox] Sorry it took a bit!

Teal orbs danced across the snowfall with the mesh of all three equine’s hoofprints. Curious as to how he would withstand the cold in the Basin. It was chilly, but at least the hot springs were there. Never freezing, always hot. It was comforting if one couldn’t stand the chill of winter’s grasp any longer. She had personally never been, but the thought stayed in the back of her mind that she needed to visit and explore that particular sector. Her eyes drew back to the creature as his rumbled voice reached the vixen’s eardrums. Offering him a smile and a nod. The golden chain dancing with each movement. ”You are more than welcome to take a peek and see if it suits your liking.” Her voice was gentle and calm.

She was hiding her excitement in actually being successful in recruiting. Granted, it wouldn’t be so certain until he accepted the agreement, but she at least was able to convince him to return there with her. She knew it would be quite the long journey, but listening to his next set of words it didn’t seem like it would be too long of a journey with good company. She laughed gently before tilting her head lightly and swishing her tail so the dual colored tassels fell over her back haunches with a feather like ease. ”I shall be your guide.” Her smile grew bigger, mimicking that glimmer that she found in his own pale ones. Turning her attention to the other mare, she offered a gentle nod of goodbye before turning herself in the way she came, back to the Basin. ”If you’re ready, we can start out before it gets too dark.”

@[Mortuus Nox]