Entia
we could write a bad romance The world is always bigger than he remembers it is. The worlds, the world, the path he walked, not much was really able to surprise him anymore. Despite saying he'd remain with them forever, Entia it seemed had that lovely bug, bitten long ago after his time as the king of Ilir, and he wandered far from everything he knew. Wingless, scarred and having lost so much, there was truly little that surprised him at all. He remembers the feeling as that wing he once had broke in half, snapped through the elbow joint, and he remembers the feeling of pain, so similar, but so different, when he lost his son to that demon, the only being who walked who Entia felt real and true hatred for.
Yet as he walked, there was little going on in his head. He came to realise where he was though, looking through his one red and one white eye as the forest grew dense around him. He didn't slow down though, he simply kept walking. The scents changed slowly, becoming damper, and then there were many other smells suddenly, so many variations in them. There was little else though, and no sign of life beyond the birds and the wildlife that stepped into his path, or ran through the trees.
Entia came to a halt though, in a little clearing, wondering just for a moment what he was getting himself into; and, curiosity burning in his mind, wondering what it was that this forest, nestled in the pass of the mountains, was guarding.
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None
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08-07-2015, 03:56 PM
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This beast, titan, monster, moved like a predator, stalking with calculated, slow, soundless steps. He was a fault, a mistake, a thing that should not be. At his sides erupted two midnight wings, large, pristine, so muscular, so prominent. He did not belong in the Aurora Basin, but there he was, a feathered warrior in a land of horns. He prowled the thin, snow-covered, paths of the threshold, searching for members for this cult-like herd. His life had turned into something he never expected, a herd stallion which hadn't gotten a good fuck no since Rexanna and her corruptness. Horny and on-duty is usually never a good combination, but since he couldn't solve the latter problem, he focused on work, not play. But it wouldn't hurt to run into an attractive puta.
As he prowled onwards, the trees opened, a small clearing appearing. The sun sent his bright rays upon Caleb's ink hide as he stepped from the shadows, a cool mask firmly in place, frigid and detached, it's how the predator likes it. When his molten silver gaze rests upon a stag, his horned skull rises upwards and feathered tail begins lashing around, slapping the snowy ground and throwing flurries at even the slightest contact of black feather on the ivory powder. The beast walks head-on at the stranger, stopping only mere feet for him. They are both ebony with chrome markings, but their similarities end there. Caleb is taller, built differently, with a sharply tipped horn, and gargantuan wings at his sides. This new stallion is slightly shorter, an average height here, with a broken horn and bare sides, and eyes of dual-colored. After nearly a minute of silence between the two, a stream-lined hound appears beside Caleb. She is sanguine, with fierce silver eyes and lips barred, revealing impressive canines. Caleb heeds no attention to his bonded and simply introduces himself to the stranger. "I am Caleb, a northern warrior. My hound is Henrietta." His voice is marble, smooth, cold, but beautiful. It's a deep, masculine sound. This baritone voice accompanied by the stallion's intimidating appearance is an overall detached and frightening figure, a power that should not be messed with. His body is a weapon, and he is not afraid to pull the trigger.
The hound at his side, Henrietta, relaxes her snarl, seeing that her master is accepting of this stranger. She settles down, sitting on her muscular haunches. The hound analyzes this stranger, but she does not see a 16.1hh wall of muscle, but something that could easily be ground into a bowl of wet dog food, or cut into a slab of raw steak. The thought makes her mouth water and eyes ablaze with hunger. Caleb, feeling the secondhand hunger peers down at Henrietta and flicks his head towards the trees, permitting Henrietta to hunt. Obediently, she sprints away, eager for food. Caleb's scorching gaze rests once again on the stranger, waiting for some sort of vocal reciprocation. He is calm, not demanding nor arrogant, he just waits for whatever this stranger is going to say.
Entia
we could write a bad romance It seemed that the smells of this place mirrored the very way the world behaved. Entia wasn't left alone for long; there was something new, an enigmatic one with a colour not unlike himself, but indeed that was where the similarities ended. There was a hound there as well though, that gave him a rather unfriendly look. To most, perhaps they would have been alarmed, frightened, perhaps even angry, but Entia is none of them. What comes to his face as he stands there, instead of something cruel, is the grin, his grin, that he resorts to when he is lacking in any other response.
And it speaks too! Not the dog, that is, the great winged creature. Entia's scarred side twitched, perhaps a phantom wing was trying to remind him of their presence once upon a time, but he was truly glad to be rid of them. Even if having them removed was, well an excruciating experience. It seemed everything about him looked broken, but he was truly far from it, really.
Mostly.
"Is she always this friendly?" he asks, the words in remark to the way the dog had been. There was a melody of amusement on his voice, and the once-king gives his trademark grin, his lips twisting around as he did so, "Or am I just that likable?" He adds on, merely for the kick of it, but then the hound is gone, running to the forest - and he is left alone with this one, Caleb.
"I'm Entia, and the pleasure is all mine..." he says, this time straight faced. "Perhaps you could um... enlighten me as to where the heck I've come to...?"
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None
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08-08-2015, 12:57 PM
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This recruiting system is a frail one, in which the recruiter may end up bringing six or seven horses a day home, or end up empty-handed while the others get to the unicorns. This stallion will perhaps enjoy coming to Caleb's home, that is, if he desires a herd, a family, a cult. The Aurora Basin is a close-knit society of unicorns, only unicorns. The occasional hybrid (like Caleb) slips in, but it is far from common. Steel eyes shift around curiously as to grasp where he is exactly in the threshold. Is he towards the exit of Helovia, the border, or where threshold meets thistle? All the familiar features have been covered by layers of ivory snow. Each tree bare, blanketed in the cold, ivory, powder. The titan's home is snowy, much like the scene Caleb is in now, but the Basin is snowy year-round, constantly cold and frigid. In Frostfall, it's exceptionally cold, with biting winds that stings everyone's eyes and whip at your body.
As Henrietta departs, the stallion before Caleb speaks, offering sarcasm. The winged brute has always known sarcasm to be the lowest for of wit, but despite knowing that, a smirk curls at his lips. In his deep, smooth voice, he speaks. "I'd say she was rather friendly." The beast pauses for a moment before continuing. "Afterall, she decided not to eat you." His eyes shift from the surroundings onto the stranger, giving him his full attention. Through his bound with Henrietta, he feels her concentration, watching, stalking, prowling. She'll find food within minutes. And in this cold, rabbits are sometimes plentiful. If she does not find anything living to kill, she'll sniff out a carcass.
His childish tongue would hold him back from great things. Caleb had never herd a lead say heck, but he did not rule out this stallion as a possibility for his home, especially considering he may be a valuable warrior, or maybe even a spy. The beast didn't care what he would be, but he seemed valuable, this Caleb would offer his land as a home to this foreigner. "You are in a great land known as Helovia, but if you seek more specificity, this is Helovia's Threshold, the only entrance and exit known to land animals." Caleb, despite how much he was on the ground, was a flight animal, and he was sure there were other ways for flight animals to come to and from the land, but had not truly asked around to see if there were other ways. "There reside four herds here, a southernmost herd known as Dragon's Throat, a northernmost herd known as the Aurora Basin- my home- and two herds between, the World's Edge and the Hidden Falls." The hybrid decided he would let that information sink in before he continued, assuming that piling on too much information at once would be too much to take in, thus become overwhelming.
Entia
we could write a bad romance With a whole new world (no not that new world) to explore right before him, Entia was a little distracted - and off his game. He does watch Caleb looking about, watching every little movement of him, always reading him; he had learned long ago not to let his guard down so quickly, but he still gave his odd grin as Caleb responded. He was very stoic, very proper; in some way he reminded him of Namtar, but there wasn't much else that he did, mainly in that he wasn't a female, and Entia didn't have a nagging urge to annoy him in the way he did with her.
When he says that this was her, the hound, being friendly, Entia gives a little scoff of disbelief, with a faux horrified expression on his face, "I don't think I'd quite like to meet her not friendly then," he says, his eyes trailing after where the canine had vanished off to. Not fearful however, and he was glad so far in this new place, that it wasn't some barren empty, untouched world that was filled with those who had never seen the outside world.
Whatever it might be.
He does, however, pay close attention to what Caleb says about the world he is in. With a name given to it now, and even great kingdoms unrolling before him, Entia cocked his head a little as he looked out beyond the forest - as if he could see through the trees and at the what lay ahead before him.
"Well, it is a lot bigger than I imagined. Then again, my imagination is not what it used to be," he speaks, adding the last few words on as the afterthought. "Right so, Helovia. Four major kingdoms, nothing really new. Anything else?" He asks Caleb, with an actual smile and no sarcasm evident now. Curiosity was really a strong trait in him, and Entia wouldn't mind leaving the forest shortly to find out just was Helovia had before him.
He wondered though, why it was that Caleb was here - far from home by the sound of it, but he does not ask the hidden question, and merely waits to see if he could offer him anything further...
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams In a way, it felt like he had been asleep—the winter's snowy blanket had swept itself snugly around his soul and lulled him with a lullaby far greater than any voice could produce. It was the contentment, the peace, the crackle of a fire somewhere, heat lapping against cold and creating this odd in space in which time suddenly seemed to have passed too fast. He had slept, yes, but it hadn't been.. normal.
He had slept, and when he had woken, it felt like half a season had passed. And yet, like no time had passed at all.
But the World's Edge had echoed, hollow and empty, only mist lurking between the trees. For a moment it had been lifeless enough to make him wonder if he'd died, after all—after all those years left alive.
But no. There was no death for Mauja, nor for his herd, so after roaming the emptiness and wondering about the Sunshower, the missing piece in the puzzle of his life, the fucking reason he was King of the Edge again—well, when the nagging anxiety and the deep, disappointing fear in his gut became too much he left, set out east across the snowy face of Helovia and into its threshold.
(Was this how she had felt, how Ophelia had felt, each time he inexplicably vanished?)
Voices caught his attention, words drifting in with the snowflakes on the faint wind, and with the help of his much closer owls the story unfolded—two black stallions, broken horn, wings, scars, red and white; it seemed unholy of him, a beast of the reverse colors and with blue as his accent, to intrude upon their meeting.
But the Threshold is a place of contest, of conquest, a subtle war. This Caleb claimed to belong to the Basin, and Mauja's 'brows shot up in surprise. A hybrid, in the Basin? Sure, Mesec had been allowed to stay, but Mesec had been different—a half-god sired by their own doctor. He had, well, sort of been kin. An honorary unicorn, if you will.
(No, fuck that. He'd grown up hated, grown up seeing distance and dislike in everyone's eyes, been told that he was the son of a goddess yet treated like dirt—)
"There's four gods," he said, coming out of the snow and the shadows, something patient and easy in his eyes, his voice, his stance. "Of varying degrees of assholishness. Earth, patron of the Hidden Falls. Sun, protector of the Throat. Moon, the conniving, murderous bitch claiming to bless the Edge." Fuck her, she's a curse— "And perhaps the most major asshole of them all, Spark. Of the Aurora Basin." A twitch of irritation, of wounds half-forgotten but not half-healed, ran across his spine. The owls wheeled overhead once, then drifted away to find something else to watch—a hound hunting, perhaps, their keen eyes tracking her movements.
"Aside from that, what else is there to say? Self-righteous crusades, magic, supernatural disasters..." He shrugged his snowy shoulders, finally stopping at what he deemed a polite enough distance. His pale eyes flickered from one to the other, reining in his question about Caleb's home for now—it burned at the tip of his tongue, why do they accept you?, but if it was one thing he loathed in the Threshold it was the slander of the other herds in an effort to gain favor. And, such a pointed question could surely be interpreted as such...
"I am Mauja, by the way. Of the World's Edge."
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None
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This pointless dance of recruiting had been, well- pointless. This alien had no qualms that would lead to him desiring a herd. Still, this dark brute would stay and offer his humble abode, which in fact seemed like a racist, power-hungry herd. Still, wouldn't he enjoy a herd that desires to conquer all and bring peace to the one over a herd who is a sitting duck, on the defensive, but never doing anything? He claims he would not want to see her unfriendly, a deep, masculine, chuckle is poured from his lips. "Do not worry, she's only truly mean to her food, but even then, not so cruel as to toy with it." He claims, though the truth is that she is a pup, irrational and young. With age, comes maturity. Who is to teach her respect for these things? Caleb desires not to do such, he has little time to bother with things she will learn on her own. This conversation is swift, here and gone within lines. The subject moving on to more important things than the titan's bitch.
Entia's voice is in the air the moment Caleb stops, seemingly eager to move on. Eager to leave this snowy forest and enter a land he has no permission to enter, a land that is not his, despite him acting as if it is. Caleb finds it intriguing that this broken-horned stallion is comfortable enough to speak with such carelessness, a lack of respect the 17.1hh stag desires. Before the hound's master speaks once again, a pale unicorn approaches. The only thought that is strung together to describe this new horse would be, he looks like he belongs in snow. The smell of the basin does not linger on his speckled hide, and Caleb wonders where the beast is from as he speaks of gods. Then he remembers Rei, colored with Appaloosa spots, touching her with his whiskered snout. This stallion could be her father, or a sibling. Then again, their builds are not similar. Caleb grows indifferent, detached, the gunmetal of his eyes cold, revealing little. This, Mauja of the World's Edge has halted next to the pair, firmly implanting himself in a conversation that had not been his.
Caleb snarls as he finishes, angered that he would treat the gods with such a disrespect. "Why speak of the gods in such a way? If they so desired, they could give you the world, but also take it away from you. Do you dream of starting a war with beings so much greater than yourself?" Eventually, perhaps, he would learn that he should be greatful. There are gods in other realms that are far worse than assholish. "I stand by the God of Time and Sparks, and the rest, also. Without them, there would be no Helovia." In the end, Entia would probably not care for the hybrid's views, but that would not stop him from speaking then. The gods deserve respect. Had it not been for them, Henrietta would not have a master, there would be no magic, no stability, no Helovia.
"If you desire, Entia, you could come to my home of the north. The sky is painted with a myriad of colors, the trees are evergreen, never wilting, and the mountains are higher than a pegasus could fly." It was all he could say. There was more, like sentinels, hot springs, a lot, but he didn't go into that. You had to love the Aurora Basin for the land, not the bells and whistles and extremeties.
Entia
we could write a bad romance The air hanging around them seemed to be filling with tension by the moment, and yet Entia, while acknowledging it internally, was showing no sign externally of being concerned with any of what was unfolding before him. He did give a little laugh at the words about the canine, of course, but then they are no longer alone. A sound, a new smell, and another stallion is there, stark in contrast to the pair of him, with a long horn that Entia felt a tad jealous of - and pulling his mind from the gutter, he then notes the very abrupt change in the tension between them. It skyrocketed, shooting through the roof so to speak.
The once-king Entia tilted his head to look and learn every new aspect of the white horned stallion, and listened to him closely. His eyes see the twitch down the back of him, and Entia feels a little in common with this - his own dislike of the gods he had followed without worry or care in Liridon had led his son to his death in his mind, and let their land fall into fire and ash, and he would never forgive them for their abandoning Liridon, ever.
His name is Mauja, his mind takes this name and files it away in the profile of the white horned stallion. Both of these two stood taller than him, yet here he stands here, no sign that the sudden tension that was electrifying the very air between them was there to his eyes. He hears Caleb speaking and watches him with mis-matched eyes, flaring his nostrils a little as he exhales heavily.
"Well, not my place to speak of Gods I haven't met, but I can say safely I haven't met any for a long time that I've actually liked... not since they turned their backs on us, in the land where I thought I would die," he speaks, his voice lacking the sarcastic tone for the moment. Yet then it is there, as Caleb is offering an invitation.
Mauja did not smell of the cold to him, while Caleb was laced to it. He looks back to Caleb though, "One land's appearance means nothing without those who call it their kingdom; who is it who dwells in the Basin and who makes it so... glorious?" His eyes shift, looking to Mauja. "And yours... the... Edge, was it?"
The questions are left hanging; Entia was a stubborn creature when it came faced with the prospect if invitations to kingdoms. Life had taught him many lessons, and much to his chagrin, they had all begun from the moment his sire had tried to kill him, oh so long ago - and it was this that made him hesitate, question the choices laid before him - as his eyes shifted between the black and white before him.
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but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams A snarl greeted the tail end of his words—and it wasn't a snarl from the sleek gray hound his owls tracked with vague, arrogant amusement. Of course, they didn't want to end up in her jaws, but in the sky they were the masters of anything, smug and superior.
Mauja paid them little heed, but felt the first stir of Irma's deep, dark anger, a powerful current starting to vibrate at the bottom of their bond. He drew in air, slowly, deliberately, trying to clear his head and liberate his mind from her primal rage. It didn't make much sense, a bundle of emotions wrapped up with barbed wire and a note saying how dare he attached to it. It had a few old bloodstains on it.
How dare he wasn't exactly what Mauja felt about it, though. He just let his breath out in a sigh, white spiraling towards the distant sky above before dissipating. They are great and powerful and blah blah blah. It was a pathetic echo of what the Moon herself had told him when he'd ascended the throne again. 'Mind your manners.' No, fuck that—maybe she should mind her manners, not spontaneously murder, and perhaps show some fucking gratitude to those who were loyal to her?
But no. The Gods were narrow-minded, selfish, egocentric assholes and Mauja was tired of bowing down. If they could not handle one broken, arrogant man, then they were pretty lousy anyway.
He didn't know what to say, either. Part of him was tempted to simply state that the Gods were the ones who started the war—and it was true, for him at least—or to just sigh and let it pass, because the task of trying to reason with Caleb about it seemed.. well, futile, and Mauja was too tired to try.
So, it was with surprise mingling with his resignation that he noticed the newcomer sort of coming to his defense. It was smooth, it was no hidden promise of loyalty, no sign that he would accompany Mauja back to the Edge or agree with him on anything else: it was just a statement, no more, no less. Food for thought, a vibration in the tension emanating from Caleb.
Once, Mauja had roamed this forest and spoken lovingly of the beauty of the north, of the auroras lighting up the sky, the blanket of cold, crisp stars, the untamed, dangerous beauty you could only find in the snow—and long before he had done that, something in his heart stirring with aching memories, he had come here and spoken with passion about his family of unicorns living by the dead-drop into the sea. Life was long. Thinking back.. kind of hurt.
"The Edge, yes," his voice a thoughtful murmur before regaining its strength. "We are a small herd yet, rebuilding from the ashes of a war between God and mortals. The size of it allows for a sense of family, while still having room for ambition. It sounds sort of pretentious, but we have all ages and species of horse represented, and strive for general acceptance and open-mindedness." His black-rimmed ears flicked forward. "Though I suppose the only way to truly judge the heart of the herd would be to meet more of it. You are welcome to visit, if you'd like."
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None
baylee |
The talk of gods is over before it begins, Mauja choosing not to answer, Entia siding with Mauja (unsurprisingly), and then abrupt silence that lasts only a second before the vying for attention begins, the unscrupulous work of talking garbage of another's herd to be favored. In all honesty, the Threahold is full of shady shit. Caleb did not care to hear Entia's sob-God story, nor his ideas as to what makes a herd mean something. Standing quietly, he merely watches and observes, not wanting to interrupt either. Was there any point in staying if Entia is just to choose Mauja? There wasn't, not really, but he stayed in case Entia miraculously chose the Aurora Basin, where he would fit in with everyone all while feeling individualistic and unique.
Mauja's speech of the edge is flowery, seemingly honest, but what lays within his words is dangerous. "What war between mortals and immortals? How should anyone of the Edge know they are safe with gods or perhaps their own god causing war?" It was a valid question, and though it showed Entia that it was likely Mauja's herd was ruled by a tyrannical god, it served as an honest question. Why recruit for a herd rebuilding from a war caused by the one that is deemed to protect them?
"I cannot say the Aurora Basin accepts all, purely unicorns." Then why was I there? "Perhaps you'll think supremacists, but if they are such I would not be there, for I am half pegasus. The Basin has a large population, thus it loses some of its intimacy, but we still act as a family, thinking and protecting each other." Had he ever heard the saying, the more the merrier? Caleb would hate a small herd. "Within our impressive numbers comes safety and friendly competition that cannot exist in lacking numbers where you are prematurely pushed into a high spot that you are not ready for." Being in the upper thirties, lower forties would make anyone work harder to become the best at what they wish, to strive and get their position over the others. This is why the Aurora Basin is strong. Vigilant and brave. What more could you ask for? Oh, right- if everyone there can't speak these flowery words than it certainly cannot be good! It's ridiculous. Today, Caleb represent the Aurora Basin in this threshold. Today, Caleb is going against a regal stallion with Appaloosa spots. "I also reiterate my previous invitation. If you seek inhabitance in Helovia, the Aurora Basin will gladly welcome you with open arms, or in my case wings." A smile rests upon his lips, a truly genuine smile, because Caleb actually likes the Aurora Basin.
Entia
we could write a bad romance Entia briefly wondered for a moment if this was ever how those mares he had once courted so long ago, back in the land he had been born in, had felt during the stages of the lovely boys trying to bring them home. Yet he is here, stuck between the offer from Mauja, who was quite interesting in himself, and Caleb, who was also quite interesting. The latter was quite passionate about his home though it seemed, and there was real vehemence in his voice when he spoke of his home. That had been the reaction he had wanted, but he was still stuck between them. He knew, regardless, he wouldn't be completely choosing one way or the other anyway - he knew not to put all his eggs in one basket, lest that basket get bumped and all his eggs destroyed. So, instead, after a small moment of thinking, he looked first to Caleb.
"I appreciate your invitation, and I withhold the right to change my mind and my decision here as well, if this World's Edge ends up being less of what I thought, but I am going to see the Edge. Something about it, and the way it appears in my head, gives me memories of Ilir and it is hard to escape these thoughts... and so I am, for now, going to go with Mauja and see the Edge," he says. After a heartbeat, he adds, "You never know with me. I'd like to see the Basin, but I will see how my visit with Mauja to the Edge works out..."
Entia was more comfortable with this choice; he didn't know why but it was the tie to Liridon, and Ilir, and the fact that this World's Edge did sound more like Ilir than the Basin. He had always been inclined to like lands more similar to his old kingdom, where he had made his life for so long, where he had loved, lost and had so much happen.
He gave a little shake of his head, ridding these thoughts, and he did look to Caleb again, with a true smile - "Thank you for the welcome though. Maybe I'll see you around... and I'll see if I can get you to crack a grin maybe," he finishes with a wicked grin on his face. His head tilts, eyes turning to look to the white horned Mauja.
"Well, I suppose this is where I say... after you?"
note; That was a tough choice and I, like Entia, hold the right to change my mind :| Bahaha. Anyway! :D <3
@Caleb @Mauja
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize
& Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage
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but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams [ Sorry for the wait, been a few busy days. ]
Of course, Caleb baited him. Of course, he couldn't just be silent and not question someone else's words about their realm. The one thing that bothered Mauja, and of course he did it. 'What war.. blah.' In terms of strength and advantage, what the Moon had done had been enough of a war for Mauja.
It had certainly caused him the same amount of heartache.
So how were they safe? How would they know they weren't next?
They didn't. That was why the old Edge herd had left, after all—they hadn't liked the idea of simply waiting for her thin stiletto blade to slip in between their exposed ribs while they slept. Mauja had never offered any false promises of safety and protection from immortals to his herd. They lived, and they died. It was how life worked. In a way, it was one long wait, and wait was what they did.
In the end, he didn't response to Caleb's question, simply looked at him levelly. The real reason he didn't reply, though, was because Entia didn't mirror the question back at him. Instead, the black stallion simply stated his intention to follow him to the Edge of the World, and see what they were like for himself.
All things considered, it felt as if it was all he could get here, the only kind of promise. Mauja nodded, mostly to himself, and let his gaze settle on Caleb again. "I suppose we'll meet here again," he offered, his owls veering away from the silver hound to start heading back west. While their meeting hadn't been long, he felt like a chunk of ice breaking free of a glacier when he came into motion again. It nearly surprised him there was no sound of joints creaking—it looked smooth, simply stepping into flowing motion, but it felt chunky and awkward.
He blamed the long sleep.
"This way, then, Entia..."
[ I'll be getting something up for us in the Edge shortly ^^ @Caleb, @Entia ]
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
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