| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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The sky was painted a deep blue, flecked with the rainbow, accentuated by stars. The Borealis that harbored on the cloak of nighttime was a pleasant view, yet the master and hound were uninterested in watching the colors dance around, moving like fire through the open air. The brutal bite and snap of Frostfall's cold-kissed wind is absent, leaving the atmosphere a slight few degrees warmer, thus, the man and hound set out on a patrol, for all warriors that strive for excellency do such. Their trek had begun at the prison, checking that gates were locked, prisoners fed and watered, with no escape until they have served their complete sentences, then the companion and brute would move on. Pacing towards the crafter's cave, he checked their surroundings, watching for intruders or anything out of the ordinary. Spotting nothing, he gently lopes towards the cave, merely poking his head in. The emptiness of the cave is astounding, all signs of life vanished, only the scattered metal trinkets and half built projects left to signify that the crafter's have indeed been here at all. He deduces that the builder do not work at night, only in day when they can see, the sun illuminating their project. Swinging by the large tent of secrecy next, he scouts the area, looking for anyone that could be snooping around like fleas and ticks, a scout of another herd perhaps. Caleb sees no one, nor does he see anything but cloven hoofprints mostly, deducing that there is most likely no one around, no one here. Caleb doesn't check inside the tent, for if a secret meeting is going on, he'd rather not be the idiot to crash it.
Following a narrow paths through green thicket, Caleb and Henrietta approach the border. The sentinels stand proud, and strong, an example of the power and imagination that the Basineers home. The Aurora Basin is a magical land, but also a powerful one. Caleb paces up and down the border, weaving in and out of the Sentinels ins search for hornless intruders. When he finds none, he searches for malfunctioning robots, rust, broken pieces of a once-working robot. Henrietta is on alert to, searching for any slabs of meat that decide they'd like to sneak in tonight. Steel eyes watch this land coldly, a stern expression rippled onto his chiseled features. His patrol is not finished quite yet. He begins exiting the herd, walking slightly out of the basin and into the steppe. He searches for any rats that may lurk and wait for the border to be empty to sneak in, to invade. Henrietta stays by the border as Caleb's massive wings unfold in a gallant swoosh. Within two thrusts, the 17.1hh beast is sky-high, the wind raping his body, passing through every single fiber, leaving nine untouched. He sweeps over the border, the higher altitude allowing him view to further reaches. Even in the slightly warmer air, he sees no one scurrying in the Aurora Basin or out of it. Tonight, no one seeks to invade, or at least not yet. After a few minutes, he begins patrolling by hoof, rejoined with his hound by the sentinels as he watches, an eagle waiting for prey.
ooc: Caleb is patrolling, anyone is welcome to join him :) especially warriors, as it is our duty to be patrolling
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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His dank eyes scanned across the blank land. The basin was frozen ice that trapped the soles of the living land underneath its frosty grip, but it was soon broken by his heavy weight crashing and cracking down on the winter soul. The ice scanned underneath his weight and cracked into little pieces. He let the moon light his way for Nox was one why enjoyed the night and all its darkness. A small cloud of frozen air left his maw with each breath, he was venturing in places he had never been before. The caves were filled with metal and he figured it had to be the builder that he'd his home there. He continued to the large machines that protected the basin. The stood much taller than the ghostly stallion, but size never worried him due to the fact he was all muscle. Every ounce of his body was well defined from the fights he always got into, and his laced pelt glowed where the scars claimed their spot. He was a demon of the night, a soul sent from hell.
The large horns hid against his ebony coat and the only proof of this creature of the night was his glowing gray eyes and emerald the was held on his horns. The thoughts went through the ghostly stallions skull about what could be lurking out here, but he knew he could take on anything. As the frozen flakes clung to the stags onyx pelt they left a damp reminder that the snow was iced water after all. His cracked hooves sunk with each step as the moon was lighting up his way. Tangled tresses dragged behind him like dead bodies and his tattered mane flew a ghost like black flag behind him. Nox hung his head as if he was a zombie starving, but in fact he was starving. He started for a kill as the Latin voices in his head screamed at him, but he knew not to kill yet..not in the basin. The psychopath let all his voices speak to him as he trudged, right now he enjoyed the company of his friends,I mean why would he not? They were the only things that spoke Latin to him, so they're presence was not a bother right now. He wondered what other strange creatures lived in the basin. He had net a few, but not many and as of right now he only thought of the reaper as someone who might actually be like himself ( just like Rexanna pointed out). He kept on trudging through the frosty white lands that boarder the basin enjoying his time alone for now......
"Talk?"
OOC::hope you don't mind I just want him to get out and meet new people!!
MORTUUS NOX
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| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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08-14-2015, 01:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2015, 01:07 AM by Rhea.)
Over the last couple weeks there had not been too much activity going on within the Basin walls leaving it rather dull and boring at times. Not being one for socializing well with others for extended periods of time the dark winged mare had basically holed herself up in the cave otherwise known as home. There were no personal touches upon the interior but it had the two most important things darkness and privacy. Many of the earth bound buzzards failed to reach this far up on the mountainside so it made it a perfect little hideaway. Emerging from the darkness at long last the hybrid cast her gaze down upon the grounds below begging something to catch her eye to save her from this boredom. Ice, snow, more snow... wings.. wait what? Narrowing her eyes to get a better look she thought that she must be dreaming for another inhabitant was walking upon the Basin with nothing other than wings sprouting from his back oh and just a plain old lackey following nearby. Watching with mild interest she couldn't help but laugh softly to herself at all the images going through her head. Her greeting to this place was anything but warm and fuzzy she would have loved to see the faces of those who strongly opposed her presence when this one showed up. Ha, maybe this place was even more dysfunctional than she had originally thought.
Still highly amused by such a sight the hybrid launches herself from her perch unfolding her perfect wings to the sky. Choosing to climb high above the now grounded mutt and what looked to be another mutt following behind it, which only added to her amusement, she circled above them staying just within the cloudline. After observing them for a few long seconds she tucked her wings to her sides tilting her body into a headfirst dive towards the frozen earth. She might as well get this over with before she changed her mind she thought with a half snort. Closing her bi-coloured optics to the wind she felt the joyous pressure pressing her faster and faster as she rapidly descended towards the ground. What was considered a death wish to most she found strangely thrilling dancing with her fate should anything go wrong. Why live life if you are afraid to die? Timing her descent with utmost precision the hybrid finally pulled her wings out to slow her deadly descent aiming to land a few feet in front of the newcomer (by her standards) and his doggy friend. Feeling the burn sear through her muscles as her wings dramatically slowed her descent she couldn't feel more alive.
As her hooves slammed into the ice and snow the air around her became white as the snow and ice shards swirled all around her before settling back upon the ground where it had started. Shaking off the excess from her coat and wings she pulled her wings back along her sides and turned to look over to the other hybrid. "So I see you survived the initial approval." she commented her voice dripping in sarcasm and mock humor.
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Rhea's dramatic approach does more than impress someone very nearby.
As her hooves impact the ice and snow, a roar shakes the air around them, these two creatures who do not seem to be quite like the others in the mountain valley, and the dark stranger skirting the shadows; from the dark of the tree line, the pounding of something running sends wildlife skittering out of the trees and branches flying through the air.
Bursting through the evergreen in spray of dislodged ice, snow, and emerald branches, a hulking figure charges on four limbs, its hairless, blue toned face filled with rage, lips pulled taut to reveal jagged, yellow teeth. Clinging to its shaggy white pelt are clumps of snow, and it smells very strongly of damp filth.
It stops a yard or so before the three herd mates, rising onto its hind legs, one of its thick, pale blue hands lifting a severed pine branch from the ground as it does so and brandishing at the hybrids and the unicorn violently. A spray of snow, propelled at the horned horses by his sliding stop, swirls and eddies in the cold mountain wind around him.
He is young, the angry creature, and stressed; the heavy snow this year has forced him to leave his usual abode and find another, and his search has not gone well. He is hungry, tired, and just plain frustrated. That he has wandered into someone else's land doesn't seem to be something that has crossed his mind as of yet, and even if it did...
Would a yeti really care?
[ OOC: Frostfall NPC ftw! ]
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None
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Caleb had caught sight of that slinking for off to his side, but headed it no attention. The being had horns, therefore must be part of the herd. He is calm at the moment, actually- that's not true. His wrath hibernating under his skin like a bear in winter until it decides to roar again. Caleb is not volatile, but he can be if he desires to be. It is not easy to ignite a feud with him, and though he is a primal warrior, he is not detoured by anger and frustration, instead a constant coldness surrounds him, as if touching him will cause frostbite, indulging him- hypothermia.
A dark figure appears before him in a rather loud thump, a reckless move no doubt. Caleb can almost feel the ricocheting of such a harsh landing up his own legs. That must've hurt somewhat. Caleb's lips are pressed into a hard line as she opens her mouth, words that match Caleb's inner coldness pouring from her mouth. He blinks a few times as he waits for her to finish her statement. The snow around them is askew from her entrance and a few flakes have even managed to cling to his forelock and cranium, holding onto his long winter pelt. Indifferent face turns hard as brows furrow and eyes grow hot. "I am patrolling, if you intend to help, do so quietly. We do not need to alert all of Helovia we are patrolling," but it is too late. Such a loud and flashy entrance grants the patrollers the luxury of extra company, but it is not good company and Caleb's ears immediately pin backwards as his eyes focus on the hulking mass barreling towards the group. Standing on two massive hind legs, the yeti-like creature begins thrashing at the group with a broken tree limb. Caleb's warrior mentality kicks in and he immediately begins speaking to the hybrid, while attempting to avoid the severed tree limb that the beast flings around. "Take to the air, defend from above." Caleb's words are not a question, but an order and they do promise consequence if not followed. Though Caleb does not have authority in the herd, in this case he has deemed himself the boss, assuming the others are not even of the warrior class (and he assumes this as he has never seen them at meetings). Negotiations with the beast have not surfaced, as there is no time to cut a deal with such violent warnings being played on them. Caleb, refering to the midnight colored lurker, speaks once more. "Lurker, take the back!" Caleb decides to take the front, and silently hopes the others do as told. They only stand a chance by holding their ground at different angles prepared to attack if necessary, the beast cannot defend above him, behind him, and in front of him all at the same time, so if he begins attacking the patrollers will be ready.
"Yeti, what do you seek here in the home of unicorns? You have trespassed into our land." The question is demanding, and Caleb hopes the others have taken their spots in case this grows violent, and for god's sake would the fucking yeti STOP FLAUNTING THE GODDAMN TREE. His ears are pricked and his voice is stern, a warning of sorts. Perhaps the yeti will leave and all will be well. If it does attack, (hopefully) the hybrid mare and lurker will be in their correct spots to take action. It's fucking game-on.
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caleb kind just wants to talk through this, but is ready to attack if necessary!
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| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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08-29-2015, 04:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2015, 04:38 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
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He looked to the sky to see a winged creature fly above him then another passed over. A soft snort left his maw as he rolled his eyes ignorance was a bliss to the winged creatures. His large black body moved over the ground casting shadows from the light of the full moon. Nox let his muzzle graze over the snow below his onyx pelt as his eerie body walked through the outskirts of the basin, he was a lifeless demon wondering in the cold pits of this hell on earth. He heard a thud of both winged creatures landing ahead of him he knew they were close, but was not sure how close they were until the creatures began to speak. One was a female her voice was sarcastic and loud, she had a conniving tone to her feminine voice. The other was a male he was demanding and strong with his deeper tones, as he listened he just shook his large crown ignoring the winged creatures. he did not have a hate for them, but a winged beast did drive him up the walls of an active volcano. His cold gray eyes continued to look ahead as he started to pass the two other equines not even acknowledging the mutt blooded beasts. Then something rumbled in the woods a streaking sound came from above the mountain that made the ghostly stag stop and watch what was screaming. It was a beats he had never seen before his eyes stayed the same as the creature barreled towards them. The other male seemed to get his panties in a bunch over this thing, but Nox was not surprised about the winged creatures reaction... because that just how he knew these type of equined to react over something. Instead of being calm and collected Mr. wings is going to act like a tough guy that is acting just as crazy as the thing running at all three equines.When the creature slid to a stop the snow flew up and cascaded over Nox's coat turning the black stag into a powered white ghost. His eyes looked to the outraged creature like an un-entertained adult that was trapped with a bunch of obnoxious children. He shook the snow off and looked to the male and female winged creatures. If the Male loudmouth would have looked before screaming out commands he would have realized that the black demon was already behind the creature. "If you would open your damn eyes you would realize I'm already here. Don't get your panties in a bunch.. " He rolled his cold gray eyes and stopped listening to the winged male rambling on how its the home of the unicorns and what not. He watched the tall creature standing up and throwing a hissy fit just as big as the winged male. Nox watched calmly not attacking nor standing completely relaxed. If the creature attacked him he would fight back but if it didnt, well then he just didnt care because he was not going to start a fight unless something else started it with him. He killed to many in the past and he was trying to go away from that a bit, he was tired of seeing dead bodies. If something attacked him though he had no problem putting what ever it is in the grave, six feet under the ground... well better make that twelve feet Nox didnt joke around when it came to that stuff. He waited to see what this creature was going to do, and even funnier of a reaction will be the cock strong flying ass.
OOC::Sorry it took so long!!! @Rhea @Caleb (AKA cock strong ass with his panties in a bunch from Nox's view hahaha ) @NPC
MORTUUS NOX
Your fears have just become all too real...
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| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| nickel |
09-07-2015, 03:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2015, 07:52 PM by Rhea.)
For much of her life thus far the black mare had taken to a life of loneliness preferring to take the peace and quiet rather than the obscene obnoxious idiots she tended to meet along the way. Here in Helovia she had decide to change it up for once and take to a herd and see how much trouble she could get into. While the fae was not particularly fond of meeting new members she did have to enjoy seeing the looks on their faces when she managed to come out with something clever. Ninety percent of the time things usually turned out to be rather dull and boring but this time it was starting to become interesting. Watching as the stallion's face only seemed to take on a rather annoyed look she prided herself in being one to set off the correct mood right from the start. Forget the flowers and daisy kinda crap that most tended to spill forth she was more along the terms of get what you came for and get the hell outta my way. Rolling her eyes to the hybrid's comment she was about to say something else when a new form of interesting came barreling out of the brush towards them brandishing its weapon of choice.
As the beast charged forward waving the stick around she quickly made her own assessment as to the situation lowering her head slightly forward preparing to strike should it become necessary. Worse came to worse she could always just use her magic on the creatures to bring it down before it even got close enough to strike, well strike her anyways. Really she could care less if it struck the moron she had originally chosen to speak with. Pivoting her body around she moved out of the strike zone of the Yeti but still stuck close enough to figure out what had the disgusting beast so enraged. Barely flicking an ear as the other hybrid starting spitting out orders she chose to ignore them completely for no one commanded her to do anything. "Who died and made your sorry ass king?" she remarked with an annoyed huff. It was obvious by the other stallion's comment that he was not going to take any of the princesses crap either making her think that he might actually not be a complete moron that she had originally thought. Later she would definitely have to test that theory and actually strike up a conversation.
Focusing her bicoloured optics on the beast at hand she couldn't help but pick out the less than desirable features it possessed making her lip curl slightly in disgust. Surely the creature had to be male for it was the male way to get pissed and just run around blindly trying to trash things, so far it didn't seem to be species specific. If at all possible she would rather not let the horrendous thing get within a few feet of her so perhaps they could try and talk it down. If not she would be bathing herself for hours to try and get the Yeti's blood from her coat so either way she was not backing down. "Hey You! Ya you! Cut the crap and tell us why you are here!" She yelled towards the Yeti not caring much to whether she offended it or not. She had no patience to deal with a pile of babbling males trying to come to a decision on something when it could be accomplished in a much shorter conversation.
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“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”
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One of the creatures is louder, bossier, than the others. He draws a lot of attention to himself fast, but even the Yeti can see that his comrades don’t listen to him.
It’s at him that the Yeti is glaring with his full set of yellowed teeth gleaming in the open air, knowing full and well that the dark one has crossed behind him, and not caring. The larger threat to the ape-like creature is not the beast pinned to the ground and wingless, for surely the horse cannot out climb a mountain ape born in this land, but the two in front of him, who can take to the skies, skipping the climb all together; while the Yeti isn’t highly intelligent, his instincts warn him of as much.
His thick, white brows furrow atop his angrily glinting eyes, trying to best gauge how to proceed with his assault when the bossy, four legged thing speaks.
It’s a lot of words.
The Yeti roars in response, slamming his fists into the ground, but he stands his ground, does not move closer or further away from the creatures which surround him. He does this mostly because he has to stall for his slower though processes, and doesn’t want them to assume he’s stupid (even though he is).
Now, there was something about, well, him, because he’s a Yeti, right (he thinks that what he is, anyway)? And then something else about unicorns – but none of them are unicorns. His mother had told him that they were four legged and had one horn, and while he didn’t remember much, he did remember things his mother had thought to tell him about (and these things weren’t many).
He could count to five, and he knew that these creatures had two horns, or one horns and some wings, but none wore just a single horn at all.
He deduces the large, dark pelted male is lying to him, and answers his first uproarious gestures with a second – hurling his branch heavily in the direction of the bossy thing who has been found untruthful by Yeti logic.
”You lie to Ugga!” he bellows.
But as his branch whistles through the air, the woman horse says something else, something that registers a bit more in the simple thoughts of the brutish, blue faced (though now slightly purple, because being mad and flailing about like his is can make one go red in the cheeks) Ugga.
His shoulders drop, his angry grimace slips into a more lax one, looking towards the female with an expression that is full of wonder at the intuition of women. Even Yeti ladies seem to be better at guessing what to say and do than the men. As she says you, multiple times, on the second landing of the word he points to himself, right in the center of his chest, and repeats the motion as she repeats the word.
I don’t think he means to, honestly. It’s impulse.
”Ugga need cave,” he says, blinking as if this is the most obvious of answers ever, his thickly fingered hand falling down to dangle alongside him, ”but snow where caves should be.”
He points, back into the tree line, where along the face of the mountains which rim the valley are caves, caves which he had seen from the peaks above and which had lured him down into territory that smelled occupied. It was a last resort.
”Caves there,” he says, ”Ugga fight for one if Ugga have to.”
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