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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.
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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.
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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.
It looked like a peaceful scene. Upon a high ridge above the healer’s cave, a dark deer graces in the last of the warm sun. He paws at the thin layer of snow, nibbling on the dry blades. He seems completely at ease. A picture of peace. It was anything but.
A shriek meets the young stag’s ears and he lifts his head to look back at its source. Behind him is a cave well-tended and occupied, where within a beast howls and rages. The golden is the antithesis of the deer. Haldir, who had slunk behind his bonded from the herd meeting knew well enough to keep his distance. The gold had not paid him a second of attention when he stormed from the meeting place. When they reached the cave and a slew of curses began to fall from the golden’s mouth the deer slunk away again. He was more worried for his bonded than he let on. He could feel in his breast the deep anger and rage. The fires of one soul warned and warmed the other.
Within the cave all hell was breaking loose. Curses were flying, objects were flying, and everything was a whirlwind of projectiles. “Piece of common shit trying to-“ The rest gargles out as he grabs the blue cloak in his mouth and slings it to the other side of the cave. A roar echoes as he stomps about in circles. His was ablaze, aflame, and raging. So long under their watch in that damnable meeting had it built. How dare they! How did they even dare to question him! To reveal him! He was the master of this earth, his claws had climbed his way up! He would have order he would force them to kneel. Deimos who thought he ruled over the golden had another thing coming. Teeth grab onto the swirled armband off of his leg and sling it off. It clangs, let loose from the silent spell, against the stone wall.
It was perhaps more pitiful than you might realize. Arah had been right. Ulrik had been right. Deimos had been more than right, he had forced behavior. It was so right it was wrong. He rages against their truths, for they reveal his mistakes and limitations. Before Arah he had revealed too many cards, and Ulrik had voiced against the out lash. Deimos was the worse of all. He held power over the gold. He had been so right in his advice, so true as the bend the blade of the golden back into his own flesh. He hated it. He loathed it. Damit it he could not stand it! The blue invisibility cloak this time is sent screaming across the cave. He was locked in. Trapped and pinned down. This was not the shadows, this was practically a spotlight in a god damn democracy. He did not want to care what they thought, he wanted to send them in chains of manipulations and tricks so as to have them on their knees! The spotlight was never meant for him.
But his pride was ever strong and it twisted the truth so that all that came out was the curses of those who he was sure were set against him. He burns and rages, sweat building on his bare back and muscle trembling. He is building. Teeth grab his empty satchel and sling it against a wall. It slaps the rock and tumbles to the floor, a single purple glass feather clattering out. The gold explodes. It was that damn item which reminded him of the source of this ill. Of one mistake built up over years. He was tied to it, locked as he was in the same fashion as he now was to the criticisms of others. He storms over to the feather and grabbing it he shot it across the cave, and the echoes of shattering class reverberate in the silent rage.
OOC ::@[Hotaru] Permission to play Haldir showing you the cave or looking at you or whatever you'd like.
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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Though she'd handled the meeting with more grace than her counterpart, it had left its imprint inside her mind. Hotaru didn't give two flying fucks what Arah thought of her - if she was supposedly the best Impersonator (Hotaru laughed over having stolen that particular title from her, too) then she should have worked as hard as Hotaru had for the spot. If she wanted it that damn bad, she shouldn't have sat on her ass squalling like a child. And yet she said Hotaru was too young for the position? The strawberry fae snorted harshly through her nares, ears half-mast and sinking farther with solitude on her side. Anger loosened beneath the tight wraps she'd placed around it, concealed and indifferent during the meeting. It thrashed out like volatile waves, ready to slice into any random passerby to fall beneath her waiting, predatory wrath.
Beneath it all simmered a layer of grief and hurt. A revelation she had never anticipated, never seen coming, revealed between the blunted bovine teeth of the she-witch. Her godmother was dead? Hadn't Hotaru already lost so much? Her mother, her father, now her godmother? And what of Mauja? The only other name she knew, lost to the winds and prompting only scowls and bitter remarks from those she had dared to question when she'd first become part of the Aurora Basin. And her twin? A fresh surge of frustration built in her breast, and with Alice's quiet confirmation that she was alone, she screamed and kicked at a random clod of snow. Huffing with the sudden, cathartic sensation she felt, the tempest of a woman settled back down into her skin and bones with more will than want.
No. She'd not let Arah get a hand over her. She would not relinquish that sort of power, regardless of whether the maiden was aware of it or not. Hotaru was nothing if not brutally stubborn, as unrelenting as steel and stone. There was no need to defend herself, not to someone below her. So she let it slide off her skin, let the barbs tear free of her consciousness, uncaring if they ripped out tiny portions of herself on the way out. Pain is weakness leaving the body. She'd not bow to the loud mouthed cur who sat in false supremacy upon a throne built of her own supposed accomplishments, cushy for the lazy figure she'd place upon it. Hotaru was a queen, a lady in title and right. This was her birthright. This had always been hers to claim, and Arah could step aside or shut her mouth. Preferably both.
Ru! It split into her mind, and Hotaru shifted her attention to Alice, who had patiently weathered her outburst as a sentinel to any intruders of her privacy. The hellhound was gazing up at a peak near the healer's caverns, deep smoke rolling off her coat, eye a luminous, glowing, sickly green as it was turned upon Hotaru. Golg. Ah, gold. Thranduil, then. Turning her eyes upward, she caught sight of the young Haldir, standing at the base of the path. Intrigued, and not admitting that she was mildly concerned in her own right for the shamed Lord, the mare stepped towards the little cervidae.
The racket grew more noticeable the higher she climbed, steps precise on the little path as Haldir lead the way. Was that further proof of the fact that she needed to be there? That somehow she was needed?
Turning the corner into the cavern, she watched in silence as Thranduil stomped over to his bag in a rage of gold and stomped down upon an item in the shape of a feather. It cracked beneath his weight, his fury, and Hotaru stepped inside. Wait with Haldir. Whether Alice understood completely or not, she did not seem keen on weathering the storm that was the Laurelin. Hotaru, on the other hand, had never cared for restraint or impulse control.
There was no good in asking how he was, that was clear enough. Nor was there any use in insulting Arah, or they'd simply sit around running themselves in circles of hatred. Hotaru didn't have time nor care for such useless floundering, doubted that Thranduil wanted to do it either even in his current emotional state. Neither of them were creatures of sloth, time was precious and needed to be extrapolated to full use and potential. Let him dwell in his own cathartic expulsion of his emotions, she'd weather it as she'd done her own. There was no shame in anger, at least. But this was still a realm of words and machinations, and she'd play it as such. Even if in some unspoken way she was concerned for him, and was not careful enough to conceal it from the shadows of her eyes or the lilt of her frown.
"We will prove them wrong." It was quiet in comparison to his roaring and stampeding, but no less loud in meaning. "What have they done?" she demanded sharply, eyes squinting distastefully. "Nothing in comparison to what we have achieved. So let them talk," spat from her lips, poison and acrid smoke. Tail whipped against her hocks, a sort of electric tension cloaking her hide and drawing her hide up and out like an angry cat, her magic still mildly unknown to her. "This is just the beginning. We learn the ropes, we shut our goddamn mouths and grin and bear it for a little while. But we are equals regardless of what Deimos thinks, and we will show him such. Show everyone what we can do, let them walk themselves into their own traps, let them talk and talk until it's too late and they're ours." Nostrils flared to life once more, huffing in breath passionately even with the restrained, deliberate pose of her form.
"We do what we do best. So get your anger out now, Thranduil. Because we have work to do."
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Thranduil
The dark deer was the first to see the pair. Head lifts sharply, revealing that the peace of before was only an illusion. His large ears trace the lady and her dog. Yet he was also mildly shocked. No one had ever climbed the heights to their hide away before. He watches in a tall stance, but one burdened with worry. Oh yes, the illusion had been very misleading. The deer does not move, for though shocked at her appearance here, he knew her. It is only when she steps to the cave he acts. Body turns to her and the young stag calls out, his plea sharp and strained trailing into the cold air. She should not go in there. It was possibly dangerous in there. In his breast he felt the force stirring in his bonded, and it caused him to tremble as she stepped in the shadows. Luckily coming his way there was a distraction.
Inside though there was little to distract. The air was thick and heavy, with a steely cold, but a tension of fiery heat. The cave itself was dark and dreary. The late light of the day swallowed by the demon inside. Cloaks, satchels, and shattered glass littered the floor like a war zone. But in the center stood a golden sun. His coat though does not shimmer. It is dingy, and scuffed, with the wrestle of the items, and sweat from the fire within him. His sides heave, like a worn machine, but legs give away his mortality, trembling with the energy he has spent. He is turned away, his hoof still upon the broken glass, and the flames have at last consumed him. Where he is. Who is here. Its all awash in the fires as the reach their heights, greedy for all he has. His anger turns upon him, and his thoughts go out of view.
He doesn’t move when she comes, even as her hooves clack on the rock floor. Perhaps to her ears, her voice was small, but in his its proud stance carried harsh over the roaring flames. Crowned head shifts over, but he doesn’t look at her, only one ear slowly rises to her voice. At first the words though loud in his mind still compete with the flames, but as she continues to the wood begins to run out, and the flames die down. As the all consuming fire lifts its chock hold, the golden’s mind can grab at her phrases.
Shut his mouth. Grin and bear it. The voice was sounding just like them. Traitor. Pathe- Show everyone. A shiver runs down his back. We….A vile built up in his throat and knot twisted in his stomach. Trapped. The spotlight was a trap. Stop acting like a child. Face the trap. Its there trap too. Mind rolled around in such jumbled junctions, but all the while he was still. We have work to do. Work. Responsibility. Prove. Bear. Wrong. All the words that cut his tongue and scorched his soul. For the first moment a fleeting thought sprang forth. He didn’t want it.
What did he not want…it came with power. Vengeance. Face turns back away and winces in the strain. The plan, the plan. To destroy not to build. Ahrgh! He wanted away, he wanted out. To think and pace. To re-plan. Head swings suddenly up and round. Hotaru. He freezes when he sees her there. Whatever connections didn’t complete that her voice meant her physical being, finally grasped together. The anger from the invasion of his place is a wash as he takes her in for a moment. His eyes trail up her figure, as if remembering, confused. Then they harden at her face. “Hotaru,” his voice cut out rough and ragged, almost hoarse.
Time was passing, the spell slipping. His figure began to soften, and strain less, and breathe come easier. Body was still, but it still yearned to breathe fresh air, and pace. And his thoughts, they jumped, and spun and sparked. Like a machine they were shorting out, a rerun, a few moments free start. Then all would be well. He would plan and build his creation back up, his masterpiece deception would fulfill him again. But she was standing in the doorway. She blocked his path. She kept him trapped. It made no sense, but the seething confusion lashed out anyway in a rare show of impulsion and unchecked ignorance. “Why are you here.” Here. In his place. In his mind. It wasn’t a question. The voice growled from deep within it was hurtful and spiteful. Said only to wound. Spoken for the same reason he had raged earlier.
She was right. Ever so right, and it burned in his ears to hear it. He turns again, circling the back cavern, pacing in the trap of his own making. Trying to grab back some sanity, at least enough to plan and build. But trapped as he felt, the thoughts just kept swirling. He didn’t need her, that mind swirled, he was fine. He was sane. He was powerful. This, this was as it should be. Argh, but nothing of this day was as it should be. It never could click in his scrambling brain, that she was here, to cheer him on. That someone might be here, who knows his lies, and knows his faults, that they might be here, to help him. Right so perhaps not in a totally selfless act, but still, to help. To ease. To move on. It couldn’t process. It didn’t make sense, so he threw it out. She wasn’t here, she was a figment, an invader. But oddly enough in his anger he hadn’t thrown her out.
Would she see through the guise? Would her perceptive eye pierce the cryptic phrases? Or would she stack him among the rest. With the failures of his kind. No pity, but disgrace. But then again, had she expected him to admit she was right? No matter how dead on correct she was? If so, perhaps she didn’t know him so well after all.
OOC :: @Hotaru Yeah...I don't know where this is going. He's stuck, but only for a moment I think. I don't know, its going to some interesting places. XD
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
The dark sentinel does not bother nor sway the rosen lady in her purpose, her unwavering determination. She is here for Thranduil, and though her love was tough it was also unfaltering. He would fight it, just as her daughters fought her when they knew they were in the wrong. It was mildly amusing to think of Thranduil as that child, petty and malleable. Inaccurate, but still amusing. No, he would fight her. But he'd truly be fighting himself, the demons and ghosts inside of him. It was odd, but...a strange pang echoed inside her heart at the idea of him going through it alone. Or at all. Scolding herself for having even the most meager of emotional attachments to the Laurelin, she cast a brief look over to the frightened fawn as it bleated in a panicked sort of tone towards her. Oh, she knew what awaited her. Thranduil did not frighten her. They were two tempests, assassins in royal garb, and their words could dismantle and cut to the bone of those who crossed them. But somehow she understood him, and she could not leave him to this darkness alone.
Perhaps she truly was young. Her heart was possibly weak. Or maybe she could explain this away once more as a machination, another loose thread tied up. At least that way she could avoid the startling, disgusting truths inside of her body. Her mind was a temple, but her heart was a sinner in the throes of decadence, and she was eternally caught inside the war of power between the two.
She braved the darkness of the cavern with all the grace a being of false light could muster, and she gazed down upon what had become of the glorified Laurelin. Cast in a mix of cloth and coin, precious metals and gems, and the taint of his own despair. He railed against the world from a place of contrasts, in himself and in his environment. She was there to mute and blur the colors, and show him clarity. Perhaps a temporary version of clarity, but enough for him to make it. It reminded her of when she'd discovered her mother and father's entwined corpses, how seeing Thranduil watching her, judging her quest's progress, had given her enough of a difference in her emotions to latch onto.
His ears slowly turned as she began to speak, and Hotaru stared down upon his crumpled, tense form. Get up, she breathed in the caverns of her mind. Get UP. Her heart raced, blood thick and hot in her ears. Because he may be standing, but he may as well have been prostrate on bloodied knees for how defeated he was. GET UP. Get up please get up because you were the first one to ever challenge me. Get up because I need you and you need me. Get up Thranduil, get up get up get UP. She swallowed hard, knees starting to tremble with little fissures that she could not seem to control aside from locking them and praying for strength to remain standing. You're stronger than this. Smarter. Get up.
His eyes cut into her, and she lost her breath even as her face stared right back down at him. Unyielding, because she knew he could do so much better than whatever this was. Her name was like benediction and damnation coming from his lips, and before she could grow dizzy from how his eyes had left her breathless, she was sucking air back in to steady herself. Oh how she hated him, how she respected and adored him. He was everything and nothing, and lost in the darkness of the cavern, she felt blindsided by how hot each of those emotions ran. She needed him. Hotaru had never needed anything or anyone, and she fucking H A T E D him for making her feel as if she needed him to match herself against. To challenge herself.
Even with her shriveled heart lodged in her throat, the one thing her mother had deigned to teach her was to never let them see you falter - and so she spoke his name in tones of velvet and consolation to match the ragged chorus of blame that he had uttered. "Thranduil." Before her, he began to melt, to soften and shudder into a being better resembling the man she knew rather than the furious machine of earlier. She awaited his transformation patiently, and could not help but to draw further parallels from Arya, who always broke down and admitted her wrongdoing in a similar fashion. It was something private, something verging on broken and desperate. Sacred. And he was allowing Hotaru to see it, though she'd forced her way into his sanctuary unbidden. It was...profound. And she was nearly smug to be the one to see it, rivals and partners as she regarded them to be in some ways.
A caged lion was not something she could unleash upon their people, not before his rage was properly dealt with. And so she widened her stance imperceptibly, staring him down even as he paced and turned round and round in the shallow space. Trapped, or so he would see it. But he was close, his breakthrough was just on the verge of happening, and Hotaru could sense it beyond the sharp sting of his demand. "Because you need me to be here." Vague, but appropriate. It was not that he needed her, he just needed her to be there in order to deal with this fallout. Because if she didn't get him to break and rebuild himself, he'd fuck up his own plans, and Hotaru would not spend her time mopping up his mess if he did.
"Get this out. Storm and rage, because if you don't it will fester. It will distract you, you will falter, and you will fail." She spat the word like poison, tail thrashing against her hocks. Eyes like seaglass and starlight as they bore down upon him with enough sharpness to cut. "And that is exactly what they want." Arah, Deimos, Ulrik and the rest of them. "You know it, too. So break. Get rid of this, everything you're feeling. Purge it. This is you and me, Thranduil. No appearances, no games."
She advanced upon him, directing Alice to leave Haldir's side and take her spot as insurance that Thranduil would not try and escape. Hotaru pressed onward, waiting for him to explode, waiting for it to be too much either in space or emotions. If she concentrated, she swore she could even feel his heat. "Show me your darkness. We don't have time for this, and you're letting them win. Get the fuck up, Thranduil," she hissed, eyes suddenly narrowing into slits and baring her teeth. Her heart pounded. Close. So close. Come on, Thranduil, you've almost got it. "I need you. Show me you deserve that!"
He was being childish. Nothing but a babe whinnying against the world. What was this but a selfish display of egotism, and fantasies gone wrong? This was nothing more than a herd meeting gone wrong. A momentary set back, everyone would calm and he would work his magic hand again tomorrow. It would be all as it should be. That was all it was. Not worth this dramatic display of anger. That was it. Right? That is all that he fought him here, right?
The golden, head low in the dark cavern circled like a beast. His thoughts still tumbled. He was moving back, moving out, thinking of larger things. He was the golden. He was the Laurelin. He could not falter. It was getting harder to say it. They were wrong. They were all wrong. He was manipulator. Heart raced, but it was off beat. They were not working. All these tales he spun he found a tainted thread in, and the tapestry was ruined. There was something there, a same feeling. A moment of time where the spotlight had shown on him before. And once more the light burned him.
Get this out. Fester. Distract you. Falter. You will fail. Fail. Failure. FailThe single tainted thread cut. A monster spun on her, “You know nothing of failure!” The cave echoed with the near yell. But it wasn’t bitter and cold. No, it came hot, sizzling with the burning truth of pain. Earth eyes found the calm tempest again. They hardened away though, snatching off. The golden stands still though. What was that? Even he didn’t have answer. Or, did he just not want to remember it…
If she had never come. If she had never bothered to block his cave it would have worked normally. He would stomp and rage over the minuscule moment of error. Then he would stop, and breath. The lies would thread together well. He would journey out alone, seeking no one, to think. Then he would be as he always was, ready again. But no. That voice had come. No, Hotaru. Her voice comes across again, and though he still looks at her not, one hark turns to her.
What was she saying? God he didn’t want to hear her anymore. Body trembles, was getting worse, or breaking down? No more of her voice telling him what is and what must be. It was worse than a terrorist giving commands. So he tunes her out for a moment. A moment to think, actually think. To remember what was then. And what was now. To brush off his shout earlier like dust on the floor. It was nothing. Get rid of it? No, she was foolish innocent child. You could never get rid of this. Sweep it under some magnificent golden rug, but it will always be there.
They. They, who? There are shadows there under that rug, more than she thinks there are. They, they who are watching from under the rug. He knows. He feels their eyes. He doesn’t need reminding. He doesn’t need a counselor. It was nothing. They were hidden. They were shadows. He was the golden. They lie stuck. It eased it. Quick as ever he repairs the torn piece. Once more his breath came easier. There, now-
Hooves clack and thump of the rock and clothe covered floor. Who was there? Crowned head turns. Hotaru. Right. Earth eyes openly guarded, look to her questioning. He might be returning, but he was not all there. And here she was again, invading. Cloven hooves step back as she comes. What was she doing? Why did they always come close. Why must they be close? Suddenly his breath isn’t so easy….Harks flip back until she finally stops, and hisses her words at him.
Show me your darkness. Darkness. Oh……the connection makes. The dust on the floor rallies with a threat. He had-No. She was still talking. Always the voice! He would not make that mistake again. He would not show her…again. He never showed anyone. For you see dear reader was the dark, it wounded, and it destroyed anything it touched. To show it would be to rip the illusion of the Laurelin from their eyes. He would be revealed at last as the ugly, pathetic, incapable, monster. He wouldn’t couldn’t allow that. So you see reader, he lies all the more, especially to himself. Darkness? There wasn’t any darkness here. It didn’t matter anyway. It was like all the rest of the dark shadows. Pointless, worthless, and hallow. Nothing of it mattered. Nothing of it meant anything in this world. His gold flecked eyes looked back at hers, clear.
She was so very close, so close. What did she want? Crowned head tilts slightly, like taking in a new sight. Her teeth bare, and her force gathers so strong behind her. She speaks one last time. Needs him. Well of course the damn girl needed him. Everyone needed him. He was the mountain that held this all together. The golden was the peaks which bore the snow proudly. Her small life, and their dull herd would nothing if he hadn’t let it. He the golden son, the master thief. Wait….what if this was…What did she think she was playing up against a pathetic idiot? She was a manipulator same as he, trying to wrap him around her. She needed him. It was a hallow phrase, pointless to call him to her aid. She needed no one. Hadn’t she proved that? She needed him only to make her a success. He was nothing but a pawn on her board. He didn’t deserve that. Oh no, he was the golden. He deserved more. And just like that it was gone. The lies working as the always had once more. Done. An end of his lip curls slightly and its over.
The golden backs up a step, giving more space, and his crowned head rises. “You are a most silly creature.” It teases and taunts. His voice was calmer, lower, and slipped from his tongue as smooth as before. “Don’t tell me you’re showing a weakness now too?” His hide flinches at the last part. His phrases were still tainted in the emotion of before, as it spoke of his display of weakness in the same line as hers. They were not equivalent. He had his under control (yeah right), but hers was in his power to manipulate. “You doubt I deserve it?” He snorts softly, the breathe fogging. “Don’t be foolish.” It was a cold tease. Snide and bold. Full of pride and vanity. It was the golden back to his old self.
He moves forward, shoving his shoulder into to move her out of the way. “Oh and one more thing m’Lady…” His crowned head turns back to her, but it has a strange gaze in it. What was he doing? Though his tone was the same, everything else was different. “The darkness would swallow the strongest of souls whole.” What was that in his eyes? Was he being serious? Or was this just more dramatics and tease? No…it seems a bit too serious to be another tease… “It is unwise to call upon it, or enter its tomb. It is dead, leave it lie.” But if there was anything clear about this, it was that the darkness was far from dead. It sounded a bit too dramatic, surely he was joking. Just another tease. Especially considering that if he wasn’t it meant there was something to actually be afraid of. He would never reveal that. Never reveal how precious it was to him. What she would lose to get it. Surely a joke ….But as he tried to move on past her, he didn’t laugh.
OOC :: @Hotaru Again, the hardest time with this. Especially the end....but I think it fits. Oh and ugh, just say Haldir stays outside. =]
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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Like a demon cloaked in golden hues he turned to roar his rage at her, but she stood before his buffeting winds with ears rotated backwards and eyes squinted and stance firm. She weathered his rage, his accusation, and then her own snarl lit across her features like a wildfire. "And how would you know?!" she snapped, veritable with the way her ivories clicked together through the words, mane windspun and eyes gleaming like a beautiful devil before him. Contesting him at every step, forcing him into a tango where one wrong move could doom them both. He knew nothing about her, just as she knew nothing about him. It was unfair that the magnetism she felt for him was so strong, then. He riled her up, got her heart racing, and it was becoming harder and harder to say truthfully that it was only anger that sped her pulse when they came together like this.
It became clear he wasn't really listening to her, and she faded naturally, staring imperiously down upon him. He was folded in upon himself, pacing, ruined. Physically he was lower than her in that moment, and it felt...wrong. To see him so conflicted, clawing at the confines of a cage she couldn't see, and the cavern she'd purposefully trapped him in. For a second she questioned why she was standing there at all, why she had bothered to seek him out. Hotaru knew what he was capable of, the power of his will and cunning. Surely he could have figured this out on his own? So why was she there? Why had she sought him out, why had she been concerned? Hotaru served herself and only herself, by proxy her people if only because of her crown and her reluctantly-admitted love for them.
It was infuriating, to not know. To stand there before him, wanting so badly to pull him forcefully from this mess, and not know why. And so when he backs away, composure regained, she's taken by surprise herself from how she'd slipped into her own confusing thoughts. "And if I was?" she managed to say, brow lifted and face damning. But there was no way to explain away the softness of her voice, the nearly imperceptible tremble beneath each syllable, the breathy way it came off her tongue. Almost scared. What if you're my weakness? What if we've fucked each other up so bad we can't even see that we're each other's downfalls? Except...no, maybe he was hers somehow in a way she wasn't entirely sure of, but she certainly wasn't his. Her eyes flickered away from his in a slight tell, and suddenly she was the one who needed space, taking a step backwards away from him.
I doubt you believe it, she thought to herself, but kept her eyes on him, mouth motionless against the words. I doubt that you think I really do need you. I don't know why I need you either, but it feels like I do. But she couldn't make herself say it, couldn't even twitch her muzzle with the sudden fear of that confession. Because that really would be showing him a weakness.
His voice is velvet and sin, even as it cuts into her. She doesn't flinch, nor does she move as he budges her out of the way. Except...she does shiver then, to feel his warmth against her own chilled hide, from where she'd been closer to the entrance. Their height difference had never seemed so pronounced, not until that moment when he brushed past her and left her breath caught inexplicably in her throat. Frozen. Unable to stop him as he brushed past her in a way she shouldn't describe as intimate in her head.
m'Lady. Her heart trembles a little at it, and she feels too hot at the suave way it comes off his tongue. God damn it, what is he doing to her? She is Phaedra's daughter, she cannot feel this way for a stallion. For anyone! But...the flat tone of his supposed joke broke her from her trance, and she turned, head twisted over her shoulder to try and meet his gaze. "It would only swallow a soul that is not similarly darkened," she whispered, trying to lie to herself that it wasn't some sort of twisted confession. A promise that he would not get rid of her and her prying, but also that he could...perhaps trust her? As much as someone like them could trust another.
And she let him leave her, standing suddenly alone and too cold in his cavern, wondering why her knees felt weak and her throat dry.
It had been so smooth at the end. Such a cutting remark and moment. A golden moment. Though after such a show it seemed out of place here. Yet how fragile was that veneer he now showed. How thin was the veil? As his shoulder hit hers and she shivered, she might have missed it, but his own golden shoulder, flinches. So rare was the touch of another’s flesh that even the forced hit caused him to flinch. A twitch across his whole shoulder. But he doesn’t acknowledge it, it only causes him to push on more. It was nothing but the last bit of dust under the rug.
Now she was out of the way. Now he could breathe. Lungs fill full, expanding to their max as if he had been suffocating. Out there the lake glimmered, and the day was growing bright with the last rays of light slipping through the clouds. Even with the snow he felt the claws, clinging and climbing for it.
But there was a whisper. And he stops, hark twisting back and head turning half way to look. The darkness, no Hotaru spoke. Earth eyes narrow, with a shadow passing over them. What did she mean… Like walking over quick sand, his pause caused him to sink.
No. The air, the clean air was just within his reach, where she was not present. So her remark only earns her a snort, the air fogging in the cold. He would not look back at the dust and darkness under the rug. He was the golden. He was the Laurelin, a keeper of thieves and shadows. He would not be caught in the sinking sand or coated with tar. The Laurelin turns and walks out into the fresh air. His cloven hooves tearing up the snow as he goes down the slopes to slip into the trees. Yet while he moves with certainty and high head again, there is a lingering stickiness. An unease and uncertainty when he things of the lady standing among the shattered glass of the cave.
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