The scent of Lavender flooded around her and her glowing markings illuminated the shadows under her fit body. Adonné peered out of her long flowing forelock as she awaited an answer. She played the sweet innocent role for now, there was no point in trying to play any other role right now. She knew exactly what she had to do. She needed to find out what is going on then get away from all these people to make her mark on this new world. She was taking advantage of everything she could right now and she will get what she wants here at all costs. Her purple glowing hooves slowly started to fade back to black as her emotions started to calm down she had to get this under control. "So what is this new land called?" she bumped in softly with a sweet voice dripping from her mouth like honey.
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08-20-2015, 08:20 PM
Her Lavender eyes opened after the bright blinding light went away then she saw it. The world was crimson and her golden body stood out greatly from the red leaves and blood like falls behind her. She had no clue what just happened all she knew is she wasn't at home anymore The Rift was gone. She was in a new place. Her black markings started to turn a light purple as her eyes widened then as she looked down she realized she was standing in the bloody water. She stood up on the bank around the others that might know what was going on in this strange strange world. Her beautiful golden coat was drenched with water as she stood up on the bank and her black markings glowed purple and the scent of lavender was very relevant due to the growing lavender flower from her mane. Her thick black tail flicked as she began to walk over to the others."Where am i at?? And who are all you ?" She rolled off with a thick French accent as she drew closer to the crowd of confused equines "I am Adonné" She drew with a heavy breath wondering closer and closer to the Natives of this so called Helovia. The scent of Lavender flooded around her and her glowing markings illuminated the shadows under her fit body. Adonné peered out of her long flowing forelock as she awaited an answer. She played the sweet innocent role for now, there was no point in trying to play any other role right now. She knew exactly what she had to do. She needed to find out what is going on then get away from all these people to make her mark on this new world. She was taking advantage of everything she could right now and she will get what she wants here at all costs. Her purple glowing hooves slowly started to fade back to black as her emotions started to calm down she had to get this under control. "So what is this new land called?" she bumped in softly with a sweet voice dripping from her mouth like honey. Adonné
08-20-2015, 08:33 PM
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08-20-2015, 10:03 PM
Ranjiri; IF THERE'S ONE THING I'VE LEARNED IN LIFE ITS TO FIGHT. FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT. FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, WHAT'S IMPORTANT TO YOU. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, FIGHT FOR THE ONES YOU LOVE, AND NEVER FORGET TO TELL THEM HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU WHILE THEY'RE STILL ALIVE.
Amani and I had left the Dragon's Throat together to travel North for our assigned patrol. The plan had been to get to where we needed to be and wait for the rest of our group to arrive but.... the plan ended up changing. I think we were both curious when we looked down and could see horses all seemingly migrating in the same direction. And, well, we were patrolling so I figured we might as well see what was going on. So I signaled to Amani and I changed my course and flew in the direction that I could see others heading. It only took a few minutes for us to get there since we were able to fly, but there was already a crowd. Among the crowd I saw my aunt, Roskuld, and Cathun... and some bloody stallion that I hadn't seen before. It took all of my will power to stay were I was and wait for Amani to land when every fiber of my being was pulling me toward Ros. I snorted to myself and tucked my wings tightly against my side and I tore my eyes away from her and looked at everyone else. What was even going on? Who were they? Why were they so ... strange looking? And then I kind of realized how red everything was. Like the whole land was drenched in blood, absolutely soaked in it and it made my stomach churn uneasily. "What is this place...?" I wondered and I looked toward my partner as if she would have an answer even though I knew she wouldn't. The only thing I knew for sure was that we needed to tell Gaucho or Megaera or even Ampere about this land that we'd never seen before. "." @Amani aud pixel!
08-21-2015, 06:46 AM
They were brats, naive and reckless and so incredibly stupid in their wanton bravery that Cathun didn't even have the heart to snap back at them. Instead he simply followed, cursing under his breath as he descended into the forest, silently quivering in unease as dusk settled around him, tinted in red and altogether horrible. He hated the thought that his newfound friends would think of him as a coward. The truth however was that he didn't even want to be brave in situations like these. What was there to gain by throwing yourself into the jaws of danger, what could one possibly achieve by meddling with things that went far beyond your own levels of power or understanding? War was one thing, but this kind of situation where strong magic was at play was a completely different matter. He loathed himself more and more for every step he took, he knew he would end up paying for it sooner or later, and no sooner had he appeared at the edge of the clearing than he felt his predictions had come true. Aliens. There was only one word for it; he had no other way to explain the vividly colored, misshapen and peculiar creatures that crowded around each other. The air was full of confusion, suspicion and wariness, and at the center of it stood a creature that reeked of so much power that Cathun blanched, nausea mixing with anger, hatred and fear. A god. It had to be. That, or something very similar. Well, that settled it. He wasn't sticking around to see what would happen from now on - if this was some kind of cult getting ready to worship he was out of here. He had already turned to leave when a familiar face flashed across his consciousness from amidst the crowd. Ranjiri? Wishing to disbelieve but unable to disregard his own eyes the young stallion pushed his way over to her, agitation only barely suppressed behind a mask of worry. "Hey, we should get out of here!" he urged, for the second time that day. "I don't know what's going on, but this is not a good place to be." His amulet was humming worse than ever, the enchantment fluctuating under the force of the god's presence - or was it the whole place? It didn't matter, he didn't care, all Cathun knew was that he couldn't afford to linger much longer. "I'm getting out of here, I'll..." he scrambled for the fist thing he could think of, desperate for any excuse that wouldn't label him as a sissy or coward, "go alert the Throat of what's going on. You should too!" And he hurried off, hardly staying so long that a reply would reach his ears. He didn't want her to dissuade him or fill his brain with any heroic thoughts of self-sacrifice or heroism. That wasn't for him - he had little enough time as it was anyway without playing savior of a world he didn't give a shit about. @Ranjiri Wonder Why A Lone Wolf Don't Run With A Clan only Trust Your Instincts And Be One With The Plan
08-21-2015, 08:07 AM
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
08-21-2015, 11:08 PM
08-22-2015, 08:46 AM
SEREN interstellar In such a short time, there were so many faces. Her heart accelerated, fear spiking bright and white-hot against her mind, coursing through her blood. She trembled, muscles quivering as she watched them; those she had seen, those she had not but were from the same great place she was, the broken world of the Rift. So many echoed her questions, so many talked but Seren listened and in between the cracks and crumbling, she heard what she needed - Helovia, a new land. A new place. It was not Nocturne, dragging her back so she could face her demons. It brought her little comfort, but she was still feeling overwhelmed. She needed to run, run away, and let things become quiet again to find her bearings. Panic grew inside her chest, and the horned woman, shimmering light from her coat and her horns, turned away from them; she did not leave, but she moved away - she wanted to fade into the outskirts, to be unnoticed, and so she listens to them. So many unfamiliar faces. So she would listen and learn, but Seren did not take part in their conversations. She wanted to run, but she knew she could not run. She heard the one with the bright red eyes speak of Helovia as well, and how tall he was - but she remained dead silent, lips locked hard against any intrusive thought. She did not want to bring attention upon herself. So on the edge she will remain, but so ready to run at the smallest provocation, panic holding her heart captive in its terrible claws... note; this is Seren out, she'll be listening but won't be posted again here <3 she has arrived, and if anyone wants to thread please send me a pm! :D <3
08-22-2015, 03:32 PM
08-22-2015, 03:56 PM
Ahvelyn
Awesome quote can go here!
To my daughter, where she rests, Love, I apologize for the great length of time that has passed since I have last written to you. Your brother has needed my tending. Understand that he is younger than you, now, by so many years that it feels unimaginable. You are the strongest of my children, I have always known that and considered you to need my advice less and less as you age. But perhaps that was my mistake. And so I will regale to you now the story of the clash of the worlds and the Gods that occurred not long after my arrival in the land called Helovia, and with patience and trust I hope you will listen. I understand this land is distant form yours, perhaps you cannot even picture it. Still, I will ask you to try. I had only just settled into the Aurora Basin when the whole world seemed to shift. I was given the impression that I had arrived at the wrong time, but still I had arrived and there was nothing more to do about the matter. Following what appeared to be droves of other equines, a sea of activity, I headed East. Eventually I came to a place that I could not describe to your brothers, but I trust you can picture without fear. It was a waterfall, a fountain, made of blood. At least, upon first blush, that was how it appeared to be. But as I drew closer, pushing past a rather incredulous and dumfounded looking young paint with his nose practically buried in the earth, I saw the the fuss was not about the strange appearance of the land so much as it was about the great beast resting in its center, and the collection of equines and creatures around him. Being as new as I was to the land, I knew nothing of gods, nor the fact that this corner of helovia was never before seen. So I simply waited, and watched, and observed. In a few moments, everything would change. "" [[As with Ashamin, this is written with a migraine so please forgive any grossness.]]
08-23-2015, 05:34 AM
[ Apologies if this sucks, it's a bit too much of a thread to read through properly and react to everything... :( ]
The world yawns wider. He was vaguely aware of moving. Come! It echoed around in his head like a bouncing ball, come come come come come come, excitement blurring the lines between where one word ended and the next began. He was pleasantly stuck in a state halfway between sleep and wakefulness until two things happened: Diego screeched in his ear, and the world trembled to the sound of a wet drum. Blue eyes snapped wide-open. He was out on the Thistle Meadow (when had he gone there?), the sky was—well, the sky was the sky, but his owls were screeching and before he even knew what he was doing he was running. He followed them blindly and it let him to a scene he had not expected to ever see; the God of Spark, bleeding in a pool of red. Elding, holding a sword. Ophelia, Nyx. A few other half-familiar faces. And lots of weird creepers looking lost. Okay, they weren't that weird—they were colorful and different, with growths, changing coats, outlandish in a way that he mostly found artful or interesting. He knew where he had to go, though. First he passed Nyx, touching her shoulder in greeting. Then Ophelia, offering her his muzzle, but not pushing it—would not be hurt if she did not greet him back. Then, eyeing the bleeding God warily, he moved up to Roskuld— —and that's when all hell breaks loose for him. lord, the demands you're making- help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . .
08-23-2015, 02:33 PM
No man is an island.
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08-24-2015, 03:54 PM
the oracle has fallen In your mind, there is so little that has happened, that you wonder where it all went wrong. You felt the impeccable absence of His thoughts within your mind; where did He go and why? Was He mad with you, for some unknown reason? There were far too many questions for so little time. The gnashing, churning pit that sucked the world out from underneath it was horrifying, at best. You were nowhere near water to begin with, but you felt yourself pulled like you were standing dead center in the middle of a raging whirlpool. Inexplicably, it was a feeling like you've never known. In the pull, in the warping, stretching absence of time and space, you suddenly feel suffocated. Your nostrils fill with water, and your eyes burn and blur. Your throat is tight and your heart aches within your chest. There is an adept feeling of loss that fills your soul to the brim, overwhelming and making your limbs heavy and numb all at the same time. Your mouth opens to try and suck in air that is not present... but while you feel like you are choking on the water you think surrounds you, nothing enters your lungs. Not water, not air - just an empty nothingness that is perplexing and confusing to the mind. In mere seconds, you feel like you're surfacing - but when had you ever stepped foot into water to begin with? Where were the dead rocks and dry falls that were once your safe haven? The blood red waters of the falls churned as she emerged. Mane splattered messily about her face and neck, water pouring out of almost every orifice until she gasped and heaved for air. Disheveled forelock covered both of her eyes and hindered her vision, and she found herself tumbled sloppily onto the shores of the Blood Falls. As her vision returned to her, she struggled to get her balance, the rooted tree at her shoulderblades taking on a substantial amount of weight with the water that had soaked it to its core. Her eyes darted about, to the absolutely massive amounts of individuals that plagued this poor blood red pool. Shaky legs planted into the rich mud of the shores as she steadied herself, and heaved her body upwards. This was not where she was; this was not her home. Where were her Followers? Where were those familiar faces she craved? That is when it hit her, like a bag filled with half-ton bricks. Her mind was inexplicably silent. Ears tipped backwards, worried at the impending anger that silence always brought from Him. She stood to the front of the group, staring mindlessly into the vast amount of bodies that just appeared to seep from the woodwork of the forest... but there was no expression in her face, no life in her eyes. Where had He gone from her mind? What was the silence a metonym for? The strong sense of nothingness scared the white mare, that even the black that marred her pure coat was nothing compared to the fear of His anger. The God that plagued her thoughts - her God - spoke in visions of anger, revenge, and sacrifice. But now there was an absence of Him - no intricacies that wove a story to life in images that filled her mind, no feelings of lust nor anger nor pain. For once her life, the mind of this beaten Oracle was silent... And she didn't like it one bit. With the silence, her mind opened. It soaked in the surroundings, the people, the new faces and this blistering new land. The smells were intoxicating, overwhelming, and oh so sweet. Sickeningly sweet. The musk that prevailed over her Home was gone; instead, the humidity and sweet nectar of this land filled her nostrils and made her eyes water. But what was more confusing than the scents, was the people whom she did not recognize. It was easy to pick out the ones that were not like her, but she recognized not a single face from those that looked more akin to her. Where were they from? Most of all... why did she concern herself with these trivial matters all of the sudden? Her attention snapped back to all the 'Helovians.' The sparking god - certainly not her God - who stared with a fierce anger and adeptness at the group of rank individuals clustered into the pool. She sensed power from him, but she was not sure of what kind... maleficent, or caring, her senses were so dulled by the years of torment that she could not tell right from wrong. It was like her lips had all of the sudden touched the fruit from the Tree of Life... knowledge flooded her mind - images so sharp and painful that it caused her hide to twitch. With this information, came the onset of intense emotion. Anger filled her head; why would He forsake her? Why did He torment her - a faithful servant all these years, through sacrifice and torture, through moral good and bad? So blinded by her emotions - ones that she truly thought she lacked - was she, that never a word left her lips.
08-24-2015, 05:55 PM
09-16-2015, 08:35 PM
It's like he's surrounded by idiots who don't know where the fuck they are.
Well, Madigan sure (thought he) did, his muzzle turned to the sky, the ground still a little unsteady underneath him as they all came rolling forward on all types of different hooves. Others arrived as well, falling into the weird atmosphere with a lightness about themselves that he hadn't seen in many for a long time. A smile spread from cheek to cheek as he trots forward and greets everyone he sees with a long and proud bow, in this movement maybe in the light another could see the spots all over his pelt start to glimmer and glisten and glow as his body darkened to a dark shade of the night, stars sparkling his body in a matter of minutes. Seconds. A sarcastic voice fell from his jaw and into the atmosphere, "well that was uncalled for." He smirks at his own body, seeing as the stars glisten and glitter across his pelt like the night sky. He knew that if he got excited or anxious or mad his body would change to match the colors. He knew well. Though it never really flattered anyone at all. It was a regular thing back in his homeland. For equines to have this magical ability to do things like this to their body out of extreme emotion or just will. It was regular. But the horses around him, covering up the space around the blood-red falls...they seemed just like him, but a little bit more regular in a way. I guess my ma always said that I was different.. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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