| World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
smitty |
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
It was late morning, the sun burning nearly all of the mist off of the Edge. The two giants and the large foal had slept through the morning coolness, and only the warmth of the day was left. Well, at least Whisper and Astra has slept through the morning. He had woken with dawn, laying behind the exhausted mother. He had kept watch through most of the night, so the early light had broken through his light slumber with ease.
But he hadn’t had the heart to rouse the peacefully dozing dam and foal. The birth had been difficult for Whisper, Brisa had told him of it. And being born was certainly an exhausting event. So the elephant had let them sleep, quietly resting behind them, awaiting their awakening. He had felt a pang of guilt as he had waited, thinking of Rexanna. Although, surely, his spending the night with a mare and foal would not irk her? He could never be certain with that woman.
They had taken a leisurely pace to the Edge, for it wasn't much further from the Thistle Meadow. Just through some trees, up to the plateau, and there they were. At the remnants of the glass wall. Though— thankfully— he had managed to clean up the majority of the broken glass with the help of Anzanie and Alysanne. So only small scraps glittering beneath the earth were left— and only concentrated in certain areas.
He wasn’t sure if all the shards would ever be entire cleared. Most likely not.
With Astra in mind, he was careful to choose and area that he knew was cleared of all but large slabs of remaining wall. He nodded towards them with his great horn “We’ll be adding glass spikes, to protect our borders, in the near future,” he offered as an explanation for the irregular shapes of glass wall remaining. “It was shattered, but most of the broken pieces are gone now. Mind your step— especially you, little Astra,” he dropped his head, nudging the little foal playfully, before turning and walking forward.
“Welcome to the Edge,” his deep voice rolled over the green earth, rumbling with contented happiness.
Tembovu
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I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up and take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion
Whisper had finally succumb to sleep after the very emotional night of having Astra. It seemed that her birth had started many new chapters in Whisper's life - including two new very amazing friendships. Sleep had not come willingly but almost forced as her body had all but shut down from the experience. Her mind shut off and fleeting memories haunted her but her brain was too tired, even still to much entertain them. She had opened up about the past and about what had happened, only to learn that both Brisa and Tembovu had similar losses that may have been harder to swallow than her own. At least she had Astra, however hard it was to swallow that her little coal colored twin was gone, keeping up with Astra's antics was proving to push that to the darkest corners of her mind.
Since waking she had hardly spoke. Her anxiety was high and she was on edge. She was twitching as if it were fly season but only a few had landed on her pelt since she had awoke. Maybe it was the new foal syndrome - she wasn't sure. She was a new mother and was looking at everything different now. will this danger Astra? What's in the shadows? What's around the next tree/rock/bend?. There was a terrible feeling slowing burning inside her gut and she couldn't shake it, but for right now she was trying to focus on Tembovu and what he was doing. He had woken them later in the morning, well past sun rise. She knew he was letting them sleep and part of her was ever thankful for that because she doubted she may sleep that peaceful again with a baby running everywhere.
She watched the giant man make his way in front of her, slowly as so tiny legs could keep up. When he had stopped she looked up at him and around her. I was this close?! This close to Worlds Edge... she thought to herself, the look running across her face as annoyance and half amusement as he pointed out the glass shards. She looked down and move one with her hoof slowly, watching it flicker beautifully in the sunlight "Who are you keeping out, with your glass shard walls... is there a war settling on the lands?" she asked hushed and almost weakly. Had she brought a foal into the middle of a war? How did mothers raise babies? How the fuck did they keep them safe from everything? She pondered that hard. It was a world filled full of evil. Maybe she would hide behind these boarders and never move again.
It was obvious the stallion had taken time to clean the shards however. Most were large enough they really weren't a problem to navigate around. He had taken into consideration both of them when doing so -picked the easiest path for mother and foal. She watched as Astra bounced along behind and beside them chasing after a butterfly. She stopped moving and just watched. It crossed her mind how terrified she was in the dark cave, her wings tied to her back with a rope just how afraid she was to lose her. After the colt had came out, Astra didn't move for days. She had laid in her womb and no flicker of life, no promise of it was there. Just a heavy rock and after a few days tiny pushes were felt like butterfly wings and then stronger until she rolled inside as if she were rocking herself to sleep.
Whisper inhaled deeply. Rae(Crow) hadn't know about his daughter, he didn't know about the colt either at first. He had kept her bound for his endless pleasure in the cave, feeding her just enough to keep her alive and no more but bitching and moaning about her hips cutting into his barrel when he flung himself over her and forcing entry into her to leave her dripping with his perspiration and seed. She had never felt more disgusting in her life. She cried herself to sleep wishing death, until the first movements had flickered inside her. The feeling of dread had arose in her gut, the wishing it wasn't so until the colt had passed months later. She felt guilty for wishing them gone - for wishing she had never been with foal but she didn't know if the torture would ever end and surely bringing them into a world so dark was selfish and vial. She tried to push the thoughts away but all she wanted to do now was run across the boarder with her little butterfly. Anxiously she choked out Astra's name "Astra!! Come please" as she used her wing to guide her, too hurriedly over the glass shards.
She had heard Tembovu's voice to watch their step but in her state of anxiety it seemed to fade. His voice seemed so far away all of a sudden and all she could do was feel the feeling of running. I cant do this she thought. What is wrong with me!? She felt like her head was about to spin off it's shoulders and she stumbled onto the glass and then, hit her knees. Watching Astra tumble forward as her wings flew out to balance the falling giants body, but it did not good on land. There was no airflow under them to keep her steady. Astra landed with a small thud, right near Tembovu's flints. She was OK, a small nic but no blood. Whisper didn't want to move from her currently position, or couldn't. She was scared to look up. Afraid her anxiety had caused her daughter pain. But Astra was already up and back to chasing the butterfly and Tembovu's tail, it was Whisper who started to feel the burn. She shifted her weight but felt the glass grind into her knees, the burn of flesh cutting and the pain was so welcoming it scared her. Staggering to all fours again she lunged past the stallion who was watching her and she stopped, looking at her bleeding knees, shards sticking out. She had landed on a larger piece and it had shattered under her bulk, driving small slivers of glass into her knees. She watched as the blood ran down her legs and she didn't know which was prettier: the glass shimmering in the sun or the deep red of her blood.
| World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
smitty |
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Whisper had been quiet on their walk— but then again, so had he. It had been a taxing evening, for all parties involved. So he had let the emotional hangover work itself out in the silent, late morning walk to the Edge. Though he should have kept a closer eye on the large mare, for it was clear more than exhaustion plagued her as he watched her walk over the glass, now. She was twitching, eyes flicking nervously to and from Astra.
He perked his ears at her words. “A war? No, calm yourself Whisper. Herdlands have borders, and those borders have protection. From predators, crooked sorts, and the like,” his deep voice was calming, words placating. He watched her and Astra closely, as the filly scampered obliviously over the sharp minefield. And Whisper was clearly not in the present, as her fazed eyes and drawn face were haunted once more by her past.
“Whisper, watch the gl—” his words were cut short as she crashed to the ground among the razors. He trumpets in alarm, raising slightly on his forelimbs and crashing his large hooves down. The sea of glass shards dissolved to mist and water in the face of his thudding hooves and dread. “Are you alright?” his words were quick, as quick as his sweeping strides to the fallen mare.
Astra rose, carefree as the butterfly she chased. Luckily, she played at his tail, so he need not worry about her finding more glass. But Whisper— he sighed as she rose, revealing the bloody wounds on her knees. The glass had melted out of her wounds in the face of the Glazier’s magic. But the damage was done. “Moon doctor!” he pitched his rumbling voice to carry deeply over the Edge. Hopefully one of their healers would hear him. “Stay still, Whisper. Hopefully a healer will be here soon. And you, trouble,” he fixed his jested words but serious gaze on the filly, “Stick close.”
Tembovu
@Alysanne or one of the healers!
Please tag Tembovu.
| World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 11 years HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Hemlock :: Flammulated Owl :: Heal
& Cypress :: Great Horned Owl :: None
Sarah |
 darkness drains and the light will come again |
“Doctor needed.” Hemlock’s deep, monotone voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked up to see him circling her, ready to lead her to where the call had come from. Alysanne did not hesitate - the impulse to respond to the call alive somewhere deeper than her worries and her anger. It was natural for her to want to help someone and she moved quickly - picking up a canter that brought her as fast as she dared through the forest until she reached the border and spotted Tembovu with a winged mare and a foal. At first she looked to the foal but even as she approached she could see that the filly was moving fine, playing a game with a butterfly it seemed, so her attention turned instead to the mare and - ah, yes, there was the blood.
Her gait did not slow until she was close, coming neatly to a stop among the group - carefully avoiding the shards of glass. Hemlock swooped over toward the filly, hoping to distract her while Alysanne sought to help the mother. The little owl, grudgingly, hooted a small chorus of playful chirps at her.
“Hello Tembovu.” She greeted the stallion quickly before turning to the mare - sad green eyes surveying the damage before meeting the mare’s gaze. “My name’s Alysanne, I’m one of the Moon Doctors here - a healer. May I?” It felt odd asking for permission to heal, but she would not subject the mare to the magic if there were objections. As she was a stranger, she wanted to make sure she wasn’t overstepping her boundaries. The wounds did not look terribly deep - if they were not magically healed she should find some herbs to help battle infection, surely.
Once she might not have hesitated, she would have taken the sign of blood as permission to heal, but it had been so long since she had called for the mists - not since the invasion. Uncertainty stayed her, a wave of contempt for herself rising though she fought against it. What good was a doctor that did not act?
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@Whisper
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I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up and take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion
Whisper was angry. Not with anyone other than herself. Her careless actions and anxiety over Crow had taken a toll on her mind to the point where she could have damaged her own heir. If not for Tembovu thinking quickly and using his magic, Astra could have suffered the consequences of the glass shards -some that were large enough to impale her. Grunting, Whisper stood there, tears of embarrassment and anger flowing over her eyes. The last few nights had all but murdered her will to continue going. She tried to focus on what Tembovu had told her moments before she had fallen, but it was lost. Something about there not being a war but borders erected up to keep out others but she could not hang onto his words, as her fall had made them vanish from her brain.
He was at her side, quickly and within seconds he had called out for a doctor to aid her. Whisper felt so silly, so... stupid. She shook her dial and dropped her wings in defeat. She needed a healer, she needed a healer to take a look in her mind and tell her why the night terrors were eating her alive even when she was awake. She could almost smell him- like a faint waft of decay on the winds and all she wanted to do was fly far away but she couldn't. Her filly needed her and there was no wings on the sweet girl. She would never know what true freedom really was.
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Astra was oblivious to it all. She had hopped up and continued to chase the butterfly without s second thought. She had tumbled to the earth so much already learning her legs, she only thought it was something that happened in life. She had nursed and was full of milk and joy. For her the earth the shiny, new and without faults. The scents were pleasing and plentiful. Sometimes she caught a wiff of mother and her friend and other times she could smell sweet nectared scents of flowers and she could swear the sun had a smell as well. Her lips parted and she shushed the butterfly, but still no words came out. She knew what her mom was telling her, they were inside her mind but there were no words coming from within her. Frustrated she snorted and watched as the butterfly flitted too far away. Saddened she frowned but as she was about to turn towards her mother to nurse, something bigger came with musical sounds and flirted with her in the air. It was a bird. A very large bird and it was the most beautiful of the flying things she had yet to see. Her little eyes grew wide with joy as she nickered and kicked up her tiny feet, chasing it around the elephant of a stallion and back around her mother.
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Whisper watched the owl and Astra. Where had it.. she paused and noted the winged two toned mare come forth. She greeted Tembovu and turned her beautiful green gaze to Whisper, who let her own eyes fall to the ground. She was broken and there was no fixing her. The lyrics from the mare were caring and tentative and whisper simply nodded a yes as she stood still watching the feet of both in front of her. The scrapes and cuts burned and ached but it wasn't the pain that was making her tears spill over her eyes - it was the blooming realization that she couldn't keep her daughter safe from herself and what if crow was to come here? If crow seen her he would know who Astra belonged to. He would take her and Whisper both. She shivered as her eyes grew darker and colder. How could she save the filly from the darkness? A thought passed across her mind that shattered her heart - leave Astra with Tembovu or someone else and lead Crow away. He would follow the scent of Whisper and never know about Astra... but she couldn't stand that thought of abandoning her own daughter.
but what other choice did she have? She looked at Tembovu, her eyes pleading in quiet as the moon healer came closer to look at her legs.
| World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen
smitty |
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Alysanne, the good Moon Doctor, came cantering up to the equines at the glass wall. She spared naught but a quick glance and greeting— focusing finding the injury as any dedicated healer would. The actions brought a fleeting, lopsided grin to his face. But it did not stay as his eyes watched the healer’s eyes find the bloody knees of Whisper.
The doctor’s companion dutifully distracted Astra, who was blissfully ignorant of the concept of pain. Soon, little one, you will learn. But the great stallion hoped it would be a while longer, yet. Pain had its place in this world, to be certain. But the happy ignorance was to be enjoyed while it lasted.
“Please, do,” his low voice rumbles in answer to Alysanne’s question— despite it being directed towards Whisper. It was clear that embarrassment and defeat had stolen the draft pegasus’s words. Her lovely, massive wings drooped to the earth and tears coursed down her roan cheeks.
He glanced to the bright, alluring green eyes of the black and white mare, gaze clearly pleading for help. Female tears were out of his element— he felt the beginnings of the unique masculine panic that stems from feminine tears.
He took a half-step towards Whisper, broad side of black bands and silver buckskin pressing gently against hers in comfort. “You are in good hands with Alysanne, Whisper,” he rumbles gently in answer to the pleading gaze she gives him. He thinks he is answering the plea, not understanding the source of her fears.
Sweeping his bewildered eyes to Alysanne, he await the healer to work her magic. One thick ear remains trained on the frolicking filly, ensuring that she was nearby and out of trouble.
Tembovu
Sorry this took forever! @Whisper @Alysanne
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| World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 11 years HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Hemlock :: Flammulated Owl :: Heal
& Cypress :: Great Horned Owl :: None
Sarah |
| darkness drains and the light will come again |
Hemlock swooped over the filly again, hooting happily at her - distracting her from the scene with her mother. Alysanne would make short work of it, he knew - she wasn’t one to let someone suffer for longer than needed. All she was looking for was consent before she took another step forward. All of her movements, her manners, were soft and gentle - it hardly mattered that this mare was much taller than her, everyone showing the signs that this mare showed received a motherly approach from the Moon Doctor.
The mare’s submissive demeanour worried her and she looked to Tembovu, sharing in his concerned glance. What had happened before this mare discovered Helovia? This was, of course, not the right time to ask - nor would Alysanne ever pry. She just found herself hoping that it was something they could help her with, help her heal from. There were kind horses in this herd that would welcome this mare and her filly happily. She found that she was rather thankful Tembovu had found the pair instead of someone else - he had a good heart (from what she had seen of him so far). And his shift to stand closer to the new mare would have made her smile if she did not have other things to focus on.
“Hold still, it won’t hurt - I promise. Some mists are going to rise up and touch you, but they're just going to take away the pain.” Alysanne was entirely focused, and encouraging and soft expression on her face as she explained the process. She did not want anything to startle the mare - everything about this was safe, harmless. Closing her green eyes to focus, the Moon Doctor called on the dark mists. They did not answer immediately but she soon found them, relief crashing over her in a wave as she opened her eyes again and directed the healing magic toward the wounds - bathing the dark pegasus in a cool, dark wind. Mist was never quite the right word for the rush of dark wind but it was the closest word that her mind could come up with to describe the magic.
When she released the magic, the darkness receded and faded back into the earth and the forest - leaving the pegasus healed and, hopefully, feeling a bit refreshed. “There you are, is that better? Apart from the glass, everything else is quite safe here. I have a daughter around your daughter’s age, I just know she’d love to meet her. Welcome to the Edge.” Still her smile is warm and relaxed, an extended hand should the mare wish to come out of her shell.
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@Whisper
you can choose whether there is any faint scarring leftover from the wounds that were healed <3
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