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Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#1
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

The light was filtering through the winter clouds; the perpetual cover seemed to blanket all of Helovia. There was the occasional thinning, but other than that it was dreary. By mid-afternoon on this unsurprisingly dark morning, Elsa was growing tired of lingering in the Edge. Sure, she had friends there, but it was a skin-deep relationship. None of them knew of her sadness, and it was on days like this that the weather seemed to magnify its affects.
 
So she flew away from her problems, just like she had everything else. In the sky, she could soar above it all. She could rise as high as she could, and escape the dense darkness that lurked under the cloud line. There she was free, and nearly no one could find her. A safe haven, that would forever remain untouched. Whirling in a circle, she flipped to her back, and glided. Seeing the world upside down makes it seem so much more harmless. The trees look like they were hanging above you, and it looked as if you could watch the entire earth without you seeing them. For a couple of hours this charade continued. She would fly, flip, and fly again. A horse-pancake if you will. But like a pancake, she could only fly so far before she hit the ground.
 
In a not-so-graceful dive, Elsa hit the sand like an awkward foal. Her feet tripped up, causing her to look as if she had the worst back twitch ever. Finally though, her feet found solid purchase and she slid easily to a stop in the sand. Her eyes widened, and she flickered her ears around quickly, listening for anyone in the shadows. If even a single soul saw that, she would have to take them out. Metaphorically of course, it wasn’t exactly moral to go wiping horses off the face of the planet. With a shake, she rid herself of the sand that made its way up her body, and tucked her wings gently against her side. They ached greatly, the joint preventing her from taking flight again. It seemed that the beach would become her home for now. At least here it was a bit brighter. With a few steps she hoisted herself off the sand, and onto the soft grasses, content to listen to the ocean.

 "talk" 
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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#2
Quietly, he stalks forth, eyes expressionless, a face of stone. His hooves falls with each step heavily, flinging sand outwards, as if he doesn't care enough to place them carefully, diligently. His wings are loose at his sides, the longer feathers brushing the tawny sand, being dragged mercilessly, though he doesn't care enough to pick them up. For the first time in Helovia, Caleb is tired, but cannot fall asleep. His tail, normally writhing like a viper, drags behind him like a limp carcass. His hound is not present, off doing something Caleb could care less about. An ivory body up ahead does spark his interest however, and his feet begin to move quicker as he begins a steady lope, powerful, yet oddly calm. Horned skull hangs low and his the loud thuds caused by his hooves on wet sand echo through the silence, mingling in with the thunderous crashes of water beating the sand. Salty mist is sprayed at him with every broken wave, resulting in him smelling of the sea salt and pine from the north. His tresses dance in the wind, swirling and twirling like a ballerina dance perfected.

Then he is upon her, but he does not attack her, for he has already attacked this maiden once. He halts, instead, noting her sandy appearance, her ivory hide spotless otherwise. The grogginess of earlier diminishes as a curiosity blooms within. His roaring tenor voice vibrates out of his chest in a raspy morning-voice. "Elsa?" It's a question, not a statement. The simple asking of her name means more, are you okay? Can I stay? Can we talk? The cold bite of the air is not lost on him, his eyes closing briefly, stung by the wind. The grass at his pattern flicked back and forth, tickling the ivory hairs that make up his for stockings. "Are you cold?" He asks, lids flickering open once again, their molten silver focus intently on Elsa's own gaze.

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#3
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

The sound of her name made her head whip to the side, only to find the one who had so pointlessly attacked her not long ago. Her eyes narrowed, as she tilted her head to watch him. The way he spoke didn't make it seem like he was going to attack her, but that didn't mean he wasn't planning on it. His question was so bland, and seemingly pointless, that she let a laugh escape her mouth. "Cold? Hardly. Plus, it feels much better when it is cooler." Her body visibly relaxed, though she remained on edge. Caleb was a creature she had not quite figured out yet. "And it seems that this time you aren't here to attack me. Interesting." She mused, looking at him pointedly. It was a question, but one that he would probably breeze right over. Explaining why you randomly decided to mug someone, well, her, wasn't exactly the key to unlocking her heart. Taking a step forward, she met Caleb's gaze with ease. To say the least, Elsa's confidence was growing tenfold by the day. "So what brings you to grace my presence today, dear Caleb?" In the back of her mind, she could feel Edgar worming in to give his two cents. 'Don't be too sassy yet. You never know what he do.' She pushed him away again, but gave him her permission to stay in the vicinity.

Why had she not run him off yet? Even she wasn't sure. Part of it was due to the fact she had nothing better to do. The other half remained to be seen. Friendship was hard to come by, so maybe she could turn whatever this relationship was into a BFF-call-me-everyday. Or an arch enemy, of the two, that seemed much more likely to occur. But what was life without adventure? Today may become the most memorable day of her life, and even though there was only a fraction of a chance that would occur, it was still something to hang onto. 'You weird' Edgar chimes in, feeling nauseous now apparently from her creepy thoughts.

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Caleb Posts: 135
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Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#4



A laugh slips from her lips, hearty, content, but somewhat malicious. He learns that Elsa enjoys the cold, which is a trait Caleb has himself. A glint of mischief seizes his eyes at the thought of bringing Elsa to the Aurora Basin where she can lavish in the constant cold. Honestly, what would the Basineers do if their talented warrior brought what they considered filth into their home? Could he sneak her in? Caleb is very much enjoying this train of thought. It would be quite the experiment to introduce such a biteable character to the purely unicorn herd he inhabited. "If you enjoy cold, you'd love the Aurora Basin, perhaps I can give you a tour sometime." The offer is out there, would she accept? Surely they wouldn't attack her for entering if she is being led by a member. 

The conversation continues onwards with her questioning Caleb. No one has the ability to trust Caleb based off of first impressions, his dauntless form a beacon for fear. "Why would I attack you twice?" Why would he attack her once in the first place? He doesn't elaborate further, simply gazes at her with passive eyes of flint.  Her eyes met his with equal confidence and a smirk played out on his pink lips, a sort of lopsided smirk, but it was handsome nonetheless. Certainly the smirk made him more approachable, his attempt at a smile somewhat endearing to someone out there, right? "Dear," he pauses for a moment, maybe for dramatic impact. "Elsa, must I always have a reasoning?" His gaze slipped to the waters before settling back on the snowy figure before him. "If you must know, I enjoy the sea, and a pretty mare's company is no burden." His words are marble as he speaks, they glide from his mouth effortlessly in tenor sounds and this over-sweet, somewhat sassy coating paints them. Indeed, Caleb can easily mimic Elsa's own sass. "Or maybe I decided I wished to speak with you about this doom you told me about in the Threshold." This is the Threshold, the entrance to your doom. Oh yes, Caleb remembers the dry, dark, humor. He has the same sense of it she does, though he bites back his quips and simply stays passive. Why make enemies when you can make allies?

"blah blah blah."


         
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@Elsa

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#5
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.


Of all the things she had expected to come out of Caleb's mouth, the invitation was the furthest thing from her mind. Yet he continued to answer her question, causing her eyes to slant, watching him with distrust. Every Basin-er she had met wasn't exactly that fun to be around- unless you're a unicorn. And as far as Elsa could see, she was lacking a foot long appendage sticking out of her head. So once his sassy ass shut up for two seconds, she took the stage again. 

"Do you even know the land you live in? Even if I wanted to walk in there I would be a disgrace or some other derogatory word." She huffed, swishing her tail in annoyance. She saw, well thought she saw, straight through Caleb's little charade of- what was it, flirting? She couldn't tell, flirtation and bad intentions were one in the same. "And what of my warning? Have you not yet discovered? Helovia is a vacuum, it will eat everything you love eventually, and then spit you out into a heap of trash. Enjoy the suck-less life while it lasts." Her voice fell harshly at the end, drawing out the last word to exaggerate and make her point memorable. Might as well make the end of the world predictions sound fun.

Edgar circled above, finally coming down to land upon her head. His beady eyes stared at Caleb intently, wondering how in the world he managed to get in. Maybe they had changed their ways. Elsa's heart peaked a bit, just the prospect of not having to fear for her life every time the Basin name was said would be such a relief. The name only carried one image though; a hulking white stallion with a need to obliterate everything. Remember that vacuum? Yeah that was when she was sucked up.

"But i'm not here to start world war three. The last thing I want to do is have to be in another war. I'm exhausted already, and I don't need to give the Basin a reason to come bother me." Her voice was venomous, but not directed at Caleb. It seemed that every little thing done against the Basin was considered a terrible thing, and that the perpetrator must be quashed. They were the big black monster that lurked in her closet.

 "talk" 
@Caleb Sorry for the wait! <3
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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#6


"I would be a disgrace, or some other derogatory name," she claims, but the statement is just the beginning of what can only be called a rant of sorts. "Like skyrat?" He offers, a humorous smile placed on his lips. No one had truly been racist nor non-accepting like Elsa made it seem. Though it was clear wings were a rare commodity in the Aurora Basin, they were not extinct in the land. Caleb, along with one other to Caleb's knowledge, posses winged backs. "Helovia is a vacuum, it will eat everything you love eventually, and then spit you out into a heap of trash." Caleb was startled by the sudden outburst of honestly. Everything else in her small speech was rather opinionated and one-sided, but this statement- Caleb wholeheartedly agreed with it. His brow furrows, smile fading as he glances of to the side, wondering about his life and how it had been demolished by Helovia as if it was a far-from-precious, mono-toned, old building. The thought thoroughly pissed him off.

After a beat of silence, she finishes, claiming she does not want to induce a World War III, and part of the brute agreed with her, but another part protested. Surely his home wouldn't be so pissed of that a winged mare enter their home as to start a full out war. "What if I snuck you in?" He commented devilishly, eyes returning to her face to study her reaction. It would be easy to sneak her in under the title of prisoner or slave, even if she wasn't treated as such. "Do something dangerous with me, Elsa." He pleaded with a demanding undertone. "Hell, if Helovia is going to suck you in and spit you out, at least let it be for something bold you did and not from sitting around waiting for it to happen again!" He said ambitiously, his voice growing more and more passionate and louder. The lazy, flirtatious, slightly cold Caleb, turned devilish and sneaky. He was hell bent on getting one full pegasus in, even if it did start WW III. He wondered if she would take the plunge, follow him to his home and enter as a faux-slave.

Edgar had landed on Elsa's head when Caleb's eyes were adverted, only noticing him now, Caleb's eyes narrow. Caleb very vividly remembers his family jewels almost falling off from frost. In the back of his mind, though, Caleb desired to say that the bird could be part of the whole scheme. Oh yes, Caleb would make this happen, even if Elsa was part of it or not. "I'm tired of only seeing horses with horns, Regina della Neve." The Italian flowed from his lips softly, quickly, the tone he used so similar to his Helovian tongue that it could've been passed off as Helovian if one does not focus on his vocals. The strain his voice housed was massive. Horns, they were all he saw. Horns here, horns there, horns fucking everywhere. He was tired of only horns, and though no two horns were identical, they were all fucking boring to the hybrid who was fond of his feathered flanks. "Tell me it won't be only horns forever?" He whispered to her, the ending of his climactic request- hope for variety.

"blah blah blah."



       

@Elsa

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#7
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.



His attempt at a joke was not lost on Elsa, but she surely did not appreciate it. Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at him. If she was a skyrat, then technically he was a skyrat with a horn. Out of the two, he would undoubtedly look the most… odd. Why was he allowed in the Basin in the first place? As far as she was aware, those endowed with anything but a horn were considered “impure” or whatever else they wanted to call it. I guess they’ve gotten so desperate as to consider housing horned skyrats.
 
Yet her glare, and her ominous outburst did nothing to sway his interest. Caleb was still intent on sneaking her into the Basin. A part of her, down from within, burned to go. She wanted to see, to feel, why were they so choosy? Why was everyone else not good enough for them? Edgar hissed quietly, sounding like a scratching purr. The idea of them going there, even with a Basin escort seemed stupid- just because she was with Caleb would not stop one of lords or ladies to attempt to crush her. She knew that Caleb would not try to save her, because it would be stupid if he did. All that would do would jeopardize his position and home in the Basin. He had not left thus far so he obviously had to enjoy it at least slightly.
 
But if he was so tired of horns, then why hadn’t he left? The Edge, Falls and Throat alike would not turn him away at their gates. The Edge even more so- her homeland was empty and practically begging to get numbers. They were sitting ducks if either of the other herds decided they wanted to take another chunk of land. It seemed so suspicious that he wanted her to go to the Basin. Maybe they were trying to trap her, because obviously someone from the Basin had to have seen her during the invasion.
 
”If you want variety, why don’t you just come to the Edge?” Her voice fell flat, but she was interested to hear what he had to say. Could he come up with a good, honest, believable answer? ”I want to go, but I do not wish to lose another eye, Caleb. I would be going into hostile territory un-invited. Last time I heard your leaders were not the kindest of beings. The horns that you are so bored of, they grant you protection, unlike me.” Edgar chirped in agreement. It didn’t matter how little they actually knew of the Basin, but that fatal interaction so many months ago had branded a stereotype into her mind. No horn meant no entry. ”And the last thing I want to do is give the Edge a bad name. I have just acquired a position there and I don’t intend to lose it.” Her voice was stern and she slashed her tail back in forth in a sign of aggression. She would not give up the one gift she was given in return for all of her disasters. So why did he have to make it sound so damn enticing?


 "talk" 
@Caleb >.> <,< why u do dis caleb she wants to know. >.>
also there is a double post for your recent reply so idk if you want to delete that or nah. :)
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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#8
@Elsa ugh i do love this thread very much, welp x:

Elsa's logic is not pointless, and the brute is pleased to find out more than dry humor and sass lives in that brain of hers. She is able to come up with a logical solution. Join the Edge. She makes it sound simple, as if it's the easiest thing to leave one herd and join another, but he can't. He can't because he's advancing in his career, he can't because he doesn't want to let anyone down, he can't because... because, what? Caleb does not want to leave his mares. He doesn't want to leave Enna nor Eden. Nor does he want to leave his bro, Ashamin. "Elsa, you make it sound easy, but in reality, it isn't." He pauses for a moment before continuing, organizing his thoughts. "My ties to the Aurora Basin go deeper than ranks. They stem from my relationships with the horses around me." He does not go deeper than that, desiring to no longer dwell on the thought of his harem of mostly over-dramatic mares.

Elsa brings up the point of hostile leads, but it does not seem so to the brute. In fact, Caleb finds Thranduil too accepting of him and his feathered appendages. Perhaps the golden marauder enjoys the diversity. "Ranks and titles fade, my dear. Memories and experiences do not. Regardless that you have declined my offer in full, I would like to express that I would have let nothing happen to you." His head cocked slightly, wild forelock slipping off the side of his horned bridge. He wondered if she would ever bite from the forbidden fruit, taste it's delectable juice as it drip from her maw, the sugar making her dizzy, drunk with the buzz of satisfaction. Would Elsa ever bare the stories of her past as scars on her body, or only keeps her dreams in her imagination? Why didn't she want to break the order of the Aurora Basin? Imagine, all herds excepting all races equally, no one ever scoffing because their company does not have a horn. She was a virgin in the crazy, but fun, experiences. It seemed to the brute, that Elsa had only ever had bad experiences, all while Caleb was having a weird mixture of good, bad, crazy, and normal tied together with a silky, red, bow.

After thinking for a moment, the dark lilt of his masculine tenors stretches out between the space that separates them. "Perhaps you could give me a tour of the Edge. Who knows, I may find it a more suitable home then the Aura Basin, even if I must cut the ties that bind me there." Something within him clenched with a melancholy cramp, like a blade in his side. His nostrils quivered for a beat, eyes glancing to the side, watching the waves beat the shore. The thought of leaving one mare specifically made him feel physically painful. The image if her silky fur in his mind made a hazy smile wash over his lips, eyes staring at nothing in particular as he remembers her, the way her hair flowed gently behind her, or the way her eyes stared back at him, like mirrors. Still, despite knowing he wanted her, he could not come to terms that maybe he needed her, nor could he even say her name, as it threw him into a fit of thirsty lust and undeniable confusion. Caleb doesn't love, he once did, but he hardly remembered it. He could only slightly recall the bubbly-warm feeling that love left through him, but with love came hate, as you couldn't have one thing without it's opposite. Happiness does not exist without sadness, death without life, warmth without cold.

So yes, his rank would be simple to gain in a new herd, but that physical want (love? desire? need?) would be hard to replicate. Silently, as his eyes fix on Elsa's once again, he wonders if she would relate to Caleb.

and often times we call a
man cold when he is only sad.
thoughts
"speech."

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#9
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.


Deeper than ranks? A tinge of uneasiness had set in. How was Caleb already so acquainted, when she felt that her roots were just starting to sink into the earth? She tilted her head in confusion, but remained silent. There were a plethora of ideas as to why he felt so tied down. Maybe the bonds were thicker than fear, maybe somewhere in that frozen wasteland there was a tiny blossom of love that drew in the light.

So he continued on like nothing had happened. Although the next words that flew from his mouth were anything but what she had meant. "In no way did I decline your offer. And in no way did I base my previous comment off of my position. I am perfectly capable of defending myself." She said pointedly. Her wings tucked tightly against her side anxiously. "What makes you so hesitant, Caleb? Why do you cast your eyes away when you speak of the Basin?" She queried, following his eyes out to the ocean. Had he already set up a family? As romantic of an idea that was, family was temporary. Even if the basis looked solid it took nothing more than a whisper of a breath to send it fluttering into oblivion. It would disappear into the ocean forever. The infinite abyss consuming it in a matter of seconds.

She sighed then, looking back to his face to hold his gaze. Even with his dark coat, she felt as if she was staring into her own face. The blue eyes crisp, and hiding a million secrets. "I can give you a tour of the Edge, if you'd like." She let the offer hang in the air for a few moments. The curious part of her bubbled beneath the surface, finally breaking free and hesitantly forming into a question. "If you find it unsatisfactory, I'd be willing to take a tour of your Basin. So long as you can ensure there will be no heavy retaliation." Her face cringed in wards then, it was a fear she wasn't sure she was ready to face. What was the point of trying, when all that she ever received was hate? That was the bubble she had chosen to live in now.

 "talk" 
@Caleb -- soooo if he wants to they can go, and then go to the basin if he was not satisfied? Also totally in love with this too. xD

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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#10
sorry for wait <3 would it be possible for you to make a thread for us in the edge? :3

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In no way did I decline your offer, she announces, causing the brute to tilt his head, watch her with silent amusement. "My apologies, Elsa. I thought you were denying my offer." He offers, voice steady and calm, but she continues, hardly acknowledging his words before bursting into more sentences. She questions him, both putting on the spot and targeting him in an area he clearly is uncomfortable in. He doesn't take offense to this, however, instead simply watches her intently, making sure to keep his eyes on her now.

"It's weird," he pauses. "to know that I'm one of two of my kind that live in the snowy heaven. Not to mention, the other hybrid similar to me seems to wholly dislike me." He shook his head, unsure how to answer, how to word this. "Walking through the Basin with wings, is similar to walking through a warzone with a target." He finally offered after a few moments of deliberation. "Regardless, those that do not stare at me and gawk at me like I am low-level filth are rather pleasant, and they are the reasons I stay," he firmly concludes, confident that he properly expressed himself, his feelings towards the residents of his home.

There is a dreadful sigh, following a lull in the conversation, a slight transition of topics. I can give you a tour of the Edge, if you'd like. A bold smile eases onto his lips, the tips of his hard mouth. "I'd rather love to see the World's Edge," he nodded his head for emphasis as she continued. She weaved his one request into the "or" of her words. She's willing to take a tour of the Aurora Basin, so long as Caleb promised no heavy retaliation. So, slight retaliation was okay? He did come up with a sort of lie to tell, something to keep their curious, hateful, stares away from Elsa. He could lie and say, she's my prisoner. Even though they may still bother her, he had to have a sort of story. He was low-ranked, bringing in a non-unicorn was a wild idea, thus his lie had to be believable. 

"I agree to those terms. Shall we go, my dear?" He smiled, handsomely rugged features lighting up his face marginally.  His wind opens from his side, pointing the way, saying a simple after you. Was it strange to say that the stallion is giddy to see her home and for her to see his?

and often times we call a
man cold when he is only sad.
thoughts
"speech."

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