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[OPEN] Curiosity killed the cat

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Chan
#1



A shadow flits over midnight skies, clear and starlit for the first time in weeks. No snow is falling, no winds are howling. It is calm, and quiet, and biting cold. The very water in the atmosphere seem about to freeze; glittering particles catch the faint light of the stars, not like the snow on the ground nor hail nor the frost that sparkle like rhinestones in her tousled mane, but something related, something not so far removed. It sear the inside of her nostrils with every inhale, sharp and chilled and invigorating. She can't recall having been this far north before, sailing high above the endless tundra where no life is stirring.

It is midnight. Any sensible creature would be burrowed down to sleep by now, safe and tucked away.

Well. She lost her sanity a long time ago. Staying still just didn't cut it anymore, there were too many demons coming for her throat for that. Better to keep moving, traveling, on her toes and wary of the darkness, the void, the emptiness of oblivion that called to her whenever she forgot that she wasn't supposed to listen.

Grief had a way of whittling down on your sanity, whether you told yourself that you were alright or not.

Suddenly the landscape below changed. Vast never ending plains of nothing rose into high, forbidding mountains, and within their cold embrace lay a valley, secret and ominous. Not because of any inherent spookiness, but because the mare realized where she had ended up. Unease dimmed the brightness of her gem-colored eyes as she gazed down through the darkness, scrutinizing the over-snowed vale for any sign of life.

Aurora Basin. Land of the unicorns, the Northern Realm, the forbidden venture. Once she had fought against the citizens of this place as they came to take over the herd she lived with. She still carried the horn she had stolen then, a proof of strength and a warning to any horned ones that might try to pick a fight with her again. While she did not hate this place, she was wary of it, distrusted the inhabitants, even feared them a little... It didn't even matter that the father of her son had been one of them. Carnesîr had been different, sweet, gentle; not at all like the snarling jackal of a bitch that had tried to take her life.

On raven wings the pegasus circled over the hidden valley for a while, grateful for her natural dark coloration that should keep her hidden from any prying eyes. She really ought to leave, it wasn't safe to linger, but... at the same time the mare was curious. What was it with these horses that frightened and fascinated her so? How could they survive this far north, beneath the oppressive hands of dark and cold?

Without thinking she allowed herself to descend, gradually losing altitude as the desire to know more won over self-preservation.

Just a look, quick as a bunny... what harm could it possibly do?



@[Ashamin]

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#2
Ki’irha
The new corporal patrolled her home. White against blue, blue against white, she was an obvious figure in this snowy landscape. She trotted along, tracing the jagged borders of the Basin, her stark white mane fluttering behind her like a banner. The promotion had been a surprise to the newcomer, who had just recently arrived to the Basin. But once a warrior, always a warrior, and Ki'irha felt right in place with her new rank.

Her patrols and wanderings so far had been easy. No one had wandered into her waiting horn and pointed hooves, at least not yet. But she had not yet grown complacent. A trespasser could wander in at any time if laziness settled in, and the blue mare refused to let that careless soul be her.

The light from the moon provided a pallid glow to the landscape. Like a haunt, she still moved along, nothing but her soft breath and delicate hoof beats betraying her location on the tundra. She heard the gentle beat of wings, probably an owl or hawk, which she almost ignored. She came to a slow stop, listening closely, and realized the noise was too loud to be from the bird of prey.

Her nostrils flared, and her eyes grew steely and cold. She spun on cloven toes, and advanced deeper into the night. Hidden in a small grove of pines, the midnight warrior watched a winged beast circle, descending towards the frozen earth. Ears twisted and lay flat against her head, and her muscles tightened, coiled, braced. She tracked the pitch black creature, the raven fae silhouetted against the darkness of the night. The opposing mare seemed to be made of shadow, which made the star coated mare even more wary and defensive. 

"What do you call yourself, other than intruder," she hissed, skewer pointed towards the stranger. The opposing mare was smaller than she, but Ki'irha would make sure she was out of the way of the monstrous wings. She snorted, digging a single onyx toe into the ground. She waited for a response, but remained ready to strike.
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#3

If you wake me I will leave you for a time and then

the wind will whip me 'cross a plain of time unended,

I'm upended, seeking day within the night.

I am a lone stroke of lightness,

I am the instance of difference.

Amid this dark, this lonesome night,

you woke me to myself.


It was true that any reasonable creature would be asleep at an hour such as this. And Ashamin was reasonable, and he was certainly tired. After learning of his promotion and being quite literally struck by lightning of a sort, he has made the tired journey towards the Haruspex cave that, as he had discovered, was to be his new home. There he had seen the mirror of time, and before it he had stood for hours, searching, seeking some sort of knowledge.

But perhaps it was simply not ready to reveal itself yet, perhaps the sky had not yet been dark enough; he had seen nothing in its depths.

And so it was expected that after so long searching and coming up empty, the buck would eventually drift off into sleep. What wasn't expected was the stirring against his breath. Had the egg moved in the night, had it even hatched? Ashamin had woken, excited at the prospect of opening his eyes to see new life, but found the shell to be still intact. Whatever lived within was taking its time.

The tricolored stallion had found it impossible to find sleep once again. Restless he had wandered, leaving the entrance of the cave and the mirror locked within it behind him. There, too, he had left the egg, tucked in the shadow of a rock, lying on a soft bed of dried grasses--his makeshift nest. The sarong that Zahra had crafted for him with such care, having no weight to bear in the front, had inched its way across and around his frame, and draped itself like a cape across his withers and back. As he walked the cool midnight breeze stirred its cloth. When he stopped, eyes up and wide, staring at the figure descending, it almost fell straight to the earth.

Ashamin caught the silk and lifted it back over himself like a blanket, and by the time he could turn his gaze upwards once more, the figure had landed. He saw her in the distance, a shadow dark and complete, and instinct compelled him forward. He had not known many in his herd until the herd meeting, but now there were face and figures he recognized. This was not one of them.

And though he intended no harm, he walked forth with a warrior's posture, creating an image of confidence as best as he could and in spite of the faint dragging of his hind hoof through the snow. Another reached the trespasser before him; even from the distance, he could hear her words, taste the hostile bite in their tone.

That mare, the one with the hurt in her voice, was one he did recognize: Ki'irha, one of the others among the promoted ranks. He approached at the best pace he could manage, coming up alongside her. His black eyes were trained on the unfamiliar mare as best as possible. He thanked the moon for the light it reflected off of the snow--the only light he could see her by.

"Ki'irha," Ashamin whispered in recognition--not loud enough, he was certain, for anyone other than her to hear. The corporal. Hadn't that been a rank he'd seen himself seeking, a path he'd intended to follow? And where was he now, chosen by a god and a stroke of electricity for some other line in life? Still, he would not let the warrior he sought in himself be lost, he would simply temper it with the wisdom he was now meant (how, he did not know,) to have. When he reached out to touch his cheek to the mare of dark blue, it was not only in the respect of his typical greeting, but also in hopes of diffusing her tension. She was striking, with her midnight blue coat, but if her words here meant anything, she was nothing like the other blue one Ashamin had so recently met.

"Traveller, you seem to have lost your way," Ashamin said with gentleness. He no longer shook before he spoke, no longer feared the response that would come his way. Let everything strike him now, let anything make him bleed. And so, though he spoke to the stranger with the kindness of giving her a chance to explain himself, he had in his heart still the readiness to fight: the willingness to protect, if that was what it came to.


[[[Shadow], [Ki'irha]--Fine by me! Excited to thread with you both, sorry for the wait, been very busy.]]
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Shadow Posts: 153
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Chan
#4



A jolt of surprise as a voice called out from beneath was expertly hidden by a twist of inky wings. Silken rustle of feathers followed as Shadow lowered herself further through the air as she strained to spot her dark adversary; not so low that teeth or horn would reach her but, hopefully, enough so that she would be able to answer without waking the whole valley. That wouldn't be prudent. Still, she was not fearful enough of this zealous guard to turn tail and run.

"But I have not placed so much as a hoof on your land, so how can I be intruding?" she returned, a playful lilt in the voice and a smile on her lips; it was rather cute, how eager this young filly was to fill a role that Shadow wasn't even sure was hers to play yet. Could someone that seemed so young really be set on patrol duty? Or maybe it was just a child out on pranks who had decided that alerting attention to a stranger was the best way to not get caught.

Whichever it was, it succeeded, because attention she had drawn and Shadow kept circling through the air with increased attentiveness as a second unicorn appeared. He was hardly any older than the first but if anything he appeared calmer; he reached out to touch the filly and from her place up in the air Shadow saw his lips moving but was, to her own dismay, unable to hear what he said. Then he turned to herself and spoke, his words far wiser and more diplomatic than she would have expected from someone so young. Perhaps even more so than he knew himself, because now she didn't even have to make up a story to explain her presence. Thank you very much!

"Indeed" she was quick to agree, still easy in the tone and casual as a summer breeze. "I have never been this far north before, and I had no idea that there was a Herd residing in all this snow."

The lie - half truth, whatever - came easily and without hesitation, as believable as anything she had said thus far. The mare appeared to hesitate, purple eyes betraying a very real sense of wariness as they turned from one horse to the next.

"My wings are tired from flying so far, and it is very cold tonight. May I land, and shelter here for the night? I promise I will be gone by morning."

A faint flutter of excitement bubbled within at the thought that she might finally be able to get a close look at this place, but Shadow was careful not to let it show. Her skills that once had brought her to Sleuth's rank were still intact; the only downside was that she no longer had a herd to report back to. Ah well, no matter; she could play herd with herself for now.



@[Ki'irha], @[Ashamin] I don't mind either, the more the merrier! :D

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#5
Ki’irha
Ki'irha's eyes tracked the hovering mare, and a scowl crossed her harden face. Though Ki'irha was new, she was familiar enough with the ways of this herd that she knew one of these winged beasts was far from welcome here. She snorted in a hard laugh, glaring at the pegasus. Was this some joke? "Technicalities will not win you any points here. You are close enough to the ground for me to consider you intruding. Though, perhaps you belong to the flock of pigeons that just flew by? In that case, they are headed south, perhaps you should go catch up."

Another showed up, which was a distraction for the midnight mare to keep her from trying to yank the newcomer out of the sky. Though, how effective thay would be could be wondered. Ashamin, who she had seen at the announcement of her new rank, had arrived from the darkness of the night. Her features softened as he whispered her name, and touched his cheek to her's. "Ashamin," she replied, her voice as gentle as his. The black and white stallion then moved on from her, turning his attention to the trespasser. He spoke with kindness, but she know -or at least hoped- he wasn't stupid, and would not fall to the tricks of a outcast. If they let one in, why not allow them all in?

"Perhaps, stranger," she began, words not nearly as cold as her initial statement but still icy all the same,  "you should continue your search elsewhere. Unfortunately, we're all filled up, without an empty cave in sight. And our welcoming party is out of town, so tonight simply isn't the best time for a pop-in. Besides, you don't seem too tired, since you're still flapping around up there instead of being on the found like a normal creature." Typically a kind mare, she would provide shelter to most other vagabonds. But this creature had already shown disrespect, so did not deserve the opportunity. Though nearly wholly focused on this exchange, her mind was not fully focused. She hoped Ashamin did not think her a cruel mare simply based on this event. But that would be handled later.
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#6

Father,

why has life decided I'm no force to reckon with?

Did you coddle me from birth,

protecting the son of your lover, undone?

Did you really believe I'd be safer like this,

out of harm's way by assumption?

Father,

I fear you have failed me, yet

Father, I shudder to say.


Ashamin was not stupid. Though perhaps the winged mare might take his response as misunderstanding, it was dripping with understanding. Had she lost her way or not, it was easy enough to figure out where a turn went wrong, here in the unbroken north. No trees obscured the sightline--the only trees were those surrounding the Basin, the very clearly a home Basin, and whether a stranger had known this valley housed warriors, whether they knew it housed anyone at all, surely they could see the dividing line between it and the rest of the steppe.

So, Ashamin was kind. He was polite and he was generous, and he created for them all a lessening of tension with a ruse. Her acceptance of his explanation was, in the buck's eyes, an agreement of his terms. If she was to agree to them, then surely she would agree, too, to the ones to follow.

But before Ashamin had a chance to speak, the corporal at his side, who had greeted him with the same gentleness and the whisper of his name, butted in. Having arrived too late to witness the dark winged mare's flippant response, his corporal's attitude seemed unwarranted. Then again, she was the one who had ascended the ranks of the warrior class, and he had retreated to a cave with a tall, empty mirror. Perhaps it did him well to shut up and listen to her.

And so the buck did, swiveling his ears with his tail and letting the latter move to rest reassuringly along the back of his corporal. It was an intimacy perhaps unearned, but one that Ashamin would always offer. He stepped forward when Ki'irha finished, his deep black eyes holding no emotion, blinking slowly. Though it was clear to him, at least, that Ki'ir was lying through her teeth, he knew better than to contradict her. After all, though his cave was open to all members of the herd, the pegasus was not one. And Ki'irha's intentions were noble, she was protecting her herd. What harm was a lie for that reason?

Ashamin nodded in careful agreement, looking sidelong at the corporal once and then turning to try and catch the gaze of the still-wheeling trespasser. "My comrade," the painted buck began, the word feeling strange as it fell away from his lips, "is correct. I am afraid we are unable to house you this night." His tone was even and steady--controlled, even in his exhausted state. The stallion shifted his weight to his left, giving his weaker leg a break. It had been unintentionally tense, now, he noticed, for too long.


He wasn't sure he trusted the mare to venture away on her own. He did not know his herdmate very well but he knew that she must have been skilled enough to gain rank, and Ashamin respected that in her. If she was this hostile, then surely there was a reason. "There are caves outside the border--though it is late, I find myself quite awake and I am able to escort you." Ashamin watched her carefully, and turned to Ki'irha to offer that she join him, silently. The border was close, and he was suddenly thankful that his cave was not farther north. From here, he could protect. "They are not far," he added, masking his concern well. Would she try to insist they not follow her?

Did she really think she could get away with that?


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#8



She circled, considering her options as glistening eyes lingered on the figures below. On one hand she was perfectly strong enough to fly off and find shelter elsewhere, but there was no way she was going to let these two know that - especially not since the hot-headed child was making threats already - but on the other she was far too curious about the place to simply give up and let them drive her off. Caves outside the valley? Oh no, she wouldn't let herself be shooed away that easily! Leaving now would be the same as admitting defeat.

Shadow put on a face of exhausted exasperation in the face of their united front, making herself wobble and drop a little in the air as if she really couldn't fly for a second longer.

"Pleeeease?" she pleaded weakly, focusing mournful eyes on the calmer of the two, the stallion that might be easier to persuade. "At least... at least allow me to land and rest my wings for a little while? I swear I will be no trouble, none at all!"

The mare was determined; she would have a look at the Basin. She would use all the skills she had to get them to admit her - even if she would have to bow and scrape and lick their hooves to accomplish it. Was she not the former Sleuth of Dragon's Throat? Had she not been approved by the Resolute, appointed by the Gallant himself, defeated the then Lady of this very Basin and proved herself time and time again? No two underlings of unknown rank or age would get the better of this shadow, this shade, this blackbird of the night!

It couldn't be denied, she was having the time of her life. Their challenge only made it more enjoyable and it was hard to suppress her excitement as she waited to see what the reaction would be. Would they fall back, or press on, allow her in, or force her away?

Shadow personally couldn't see the harm in letting her stay for the remainder of the night. It wasn't like she was going to wreck the place, now was it.

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@Ashamin , @Ki'irha  (feel free to ignore the post order, since I took so long to reply!)

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#9

Hotaru

The winds that swept calmly through the Basin up from the narrow path were hers to command. A mere whim and she could damn well force the little bird to her knees, cripple her wings. It was something she withheld the desire to do, far more interested in the event itself. She was quiet as she stood far beyond sight, Alice her eyes and ears for this little spectacle. Every word and sight was a nuance she was privy to even from a great distance, their bond strong and thrumming with life. Alice's snowy coat was easy to blend into the atmosphere, her deep purple portions covered up as she lay belly down in the drifts, paying careful attention to the intruder and the two faithful souls who had appeared to intercept her. Oh, but Hotaru was not nearly so nice, and as it became more and more apparent that her two kin needed assistance, the Lady turned and began her march towards the borders. Announce yourself Alice. Obediently the hellhound stood from the snow drift and loped towards the other two, smoke billowing off her skin and eyes hell-black as they regarded the lofty bird. 

Teeth flashed white in warning, fur bristling slowly higher, her royal features emphasized as tar black nails dug into the earth. Should the pegasus descend any lower, tempt her fate any further, Alice would descend before Hotaru even showed her face. The winds began to bend to Hotaru's will, gaining momentum as she primly descended the slope towards her people, eyes sharp and posture proud even as her hair began to billow in a beautiful golden halo around her. These were her borders, and she'd defend them, even if it meant tangling the feathered brat into a hurricane of her own creation. 

She let the winds buffet and shriek through the canyon at her whim, sliding into place between Ashamin and Ki'irha, tiara high and regal as she regarded the darkly colored lass. "Someone your age should not whine," she noted primly, projecting her voice over the winds as Alice moved to her side, still as ferocious and intent as prior to her announcement of herself. "It's distasteful." The winds cut into nothingness all at once, magic summoned back into her body and leaving the docile currents that had been there originally. A display of power, of threat and promise, nothing more. For now. Hotaru knew her cards and how to play them.

"Land if you wish to speak, I'll not crane my head to play these foolish games. I am Lady of the Basin, so if you have anyone you wish to entreat, it will be me. So I suggest you converse with me on equal ground or you will be turned away immediately." Or I'll make you. 

Oh, her boys may be the big bad wolves of the Basin in appearance, but Hotaru was not without her own devilry. 



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#10



Oh, so she was less intelligent than expected.

It would have been so easy, for this mare to simply touch down and follow him out. But no, she insisted on staying, she insisted on resisting. What a fool, to underestimate his loyalty, to think he might give in.

Ashamin stepped forward, letting his forehoof stamp in the snow upon approach. He looked up at her, eyes narrowed ever so slightly, tone growling with something unfamiliar. He would still be polite. He would give her one last chance.

And after that, all bets were off.

"Please leave," Ashamin warned firmly, doing his best to hide the shaking in his voice. Would he have to make her, chase her off? He wasn't sure he had that in him.

And luckily for him, he didn't have to find out. Hotaru's voice, dulcet and strong, came to him like a saving grace. He turned back slightly to see her standing where he had been and beside their corporal, proud and tall as always, with Alice at her side. He didn't know much about her, but he hoped they'd have an opportunity to talk soon, later. He watched the faint light shimmer in her blond mane, nodded respectfully to her rank if nothing else. She spoke reasonably, offering the mare a chance to land if she wished to converse.

The paint took a step back, a slow and careful one. He would let Hotaru handle this... situation, this mess. She was more accustomed to this role than he, let her take charge of it. And if she called upon him, or if this mare resisted, he was right beside her: long tail snaking across the earth, black eyes focused, and heart pounding against the cold.

If he had to, he would fight.
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#11



The wind came with a warning. It rocked the mare, sent her off to one side in the blink of an eye, would have brought her to the ground with a crash if it could. She was a skilled flier; reflexes were honed after a lifetime of sky-dancing. It took no more than a few quick adjustments to bring her back to the playful circle she had drawn previously, and it was with narrowed gaze she peered down at the new arrival. Suspicion grew into certainty as the female spoke, and the inked raven could have slapped herself for not thinking anyone would be awake.

Ah well.

Now, she may not be born and bred in a herd like so many of these Helovians were, but the blackbird had learned to recognize power and authority nevertheless. While she might have been tempted to call out the bratty snotrag for being too young to do anything but chase colts around meadows, she curbed her tongue and obeyed with a gracious smile. Path-worn hooves touched elegantly into the snow, and with similar levels of supple grace the shadow mare inclined her head to the Lady. The other two were summarily ignored - they looked visibly bolstered by the arrival of the lass, something that spoke volumes about their levels of power and confidence. Perhaps she might've had more fun playing around with them, but it was time to pull out the heavy artillery now, and no more use in dragging underlings around by the tail.

"My my, so young and yet in such a powerful position. Your parents must be very proud indeed!" Shadow smiled warmly at the unicorn, careful to rid her tone of any hint of mockery (though she had plenty of that to spare, should the Lady desire a bout). This one seemed a humorless sort, too preoccupied with her own importance to spare time for self-reflection. They were the most dangerous lot to deal with - she would have to be careful.

"I assure you, Lady of the Basin, I intended no harm upon your land or people with my games. You may call me old if you wish; I prefer to see myself as a free spirit, unbound by such insignificant things as age or dignity. What use is there in counting and collecting the years when living in the present is so much more enjoyable?"

She folded her wings gingerly, very careful not to let the piece of horn she kept hidden among the feathers slip. That would be a real mess indeed; if the Basin ever caught wind that she had in her possession the horn of their Empress... it wasn't exactly the kind of fun she enjoyed.


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