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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
Picking his way through the tall croppings of trees he familiarized himself with this new area; large cedars, oaks and pines soaring into the sky, broad canopy dappling the already overcast sunlight. The further he walked the more he could smell the salty spray of the sea. Drawing towards this scent the thickly growing trees became sparser until they finally revealed a sharp drop, plummeting towards the splashing of waves below. He toed up to the edge and looked down, eyed the craggy rocks jutting through the waves of seafoam.
Turning back from the edge he slowly wandered through the trees. Wholly unfamiliar, this terrain… His nose was clogged with the thick humidity, far different from the dry heat he was accustomed to. After running for weeks he finally had the chance to collect himself, assess his situation… and with a pang in his chest it set in what had happened. His whole herd murdered… a betrayal, he suspected, with the other herd lying in wait. He’d kept the plan secret with the other higher ranking in the herd, operating as a lieutenant. They hadn’t revealed their plan of assault until just before… in a group of five, who had betrayed him?
Not that it mattered now. He hadn’t looked over his shoulder to see what had become of the others. After seeing so many of his herd he knew the cause was lost. A warrior though he was, he knew better than to throw himself into a fruitless battle. So he ran.
It his him suddenly, like running into a wall. He stumbled in his walk and faltered, dropping his head, heaving a great sigh. The life he’d led ended. The people he knew, everyone he cared about, was gone. All he had was this collective of equines that he didn’t even know, didn’t even trust. He wanted to conquer but had no direction and none on his side; truly, he was alone.
11-26-2015, 08:51 AM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2015, 11:55 AM by Erthë.)
The thing with the World's Edge was that you were never quite as alone as you thought. The coiling mist and the ever present gloom beneath wide spanning canopies concealed so many things, hid from view both the wonderful and the macabre, turning both into a surprise to stumble upon when you least expected it. After a while one got used to it; the thick, damp moss that swallowed up every sound of stepping feet, the mist that amplified and re-directed light and the massive trees who distorted every uttered word and sent them back in hollow, eerie whispers. Ever present was the sot murmur of running water, of rushing waves, of sighing wind and rustling leaves, and with time these sounds grew as familiar as the beat of ones own heart, like breath ghosting over unseen lips - as though the very forest was alive, a sentient thing that surrounded them all.
But until sufficient amounts of time had been spent within the Lady's earthly embrace, the forest on the edge of the world could indeed seem both confined and gloomy, a dull place where nothing ever happened. It demanded a certain level of attention to detail to see and comprehend the slow changes that took place, an eye for the small things that, unless one developed it, easily could leave a person restless and claustrophobic.
Lately, Erthë had been forced to spend a great amount of time within these glass-walled borders, which meant she'd had no choice but to adapt to the rhythms of the place. Even for a young girl she lacked in patience, and it had been a painful transition to make; from rootless vagabond into permanent resident, from a near hermit existence into someone surrounded by others on a constant basis. To make matters worse, the leg she had injured earlier in the summer showed no signs of getting better. It hurt constantly, a dull and gnawing pain that grated on her sanity, such that she felt compelled to consume pain-killing plants just to endure. Those in turn had their own effects, good and bad, and together it all left her in a very peculiar state indeed. A bright and carefree personality was slowly tempered into something less exuberant, more thoughtful and prone to great and sudden mood swings. From the old enthusiasm she would plummet into deep depression, sink into long periods of whiny irritation - only to perform a heel face turn and shower anyone in the vicinity with affectionate hugs and kisses, expressing her undying love and loyalty.
All of it was deeply exhausting and in an attempt to find some sense balance the young filly withdrew from the company of others, took to long, slow walks along the borders or grazing in the scattered glens where the trees had parted enough for green-tinted light to reach the ground, trickling like golden droplets from leaf to leaf. This particular day she felt unusually peaceful as she slowly drifted across one such clearing, grazing her way through the long, lush grass while listening to the twittering birds in the canopy above. Even though the day was clouded and gray it was much brighter here than anywhere else in the forest, and though she loved the darkness and the night the young hybrid also thrived in this pale, listless light that made her white coat shimmer and gleam.
It was instinct that made her lift the gaze from the grass, a simple hunch that she might not be entirely as alone as she would have guessed. Blinking slowly the long, pearly lashes brushed against porcelain cheeks as green-tinted eyes drifted over the line of trees, already prepared to give up when movement caught her attention. Someone was walking there beyond the trees, a tall and pale someone. Her heart skipped a beat and before she'd even made a conscious decision to move Erthë found herself limping towards them with a smile spreading across rosy lips.
Once she got closer however, milky feathers ruffled in mild disappointment. It hadn't been her father after all. The color was right, the gender and the height too, but Vadim had a much sturdier built and moved with far more elegance than this person, who stumbled even as she watched and seemed to drift without any particular goal. Shaking out her short, curly mane, she was just about to turn and go back to her clearing when the stallion heaved a great sigh. There was something so lost and exasperated about that her heart immediately responded, gentle concern coloring the youthful voice as she spoke up.
"What is the matter? That was a deep sigh."
Erthë remained quite some distance from the stranger with dainty ears turned curiously towards him, wings neatly folded against the sides. Unobtrusive she hovered in place, as ready to listen as she was to turn back to mind her own business.
Heavy hooves were resting in the soil, kept moist despite the long days of Tallsun by the mists and canopy of the Edge. Deep, relaxed breaths move in and out of black nostrils, gently creating currents in the ephemeral fog around him. A strange sense of peacefulness pervades him— it had been a long while sense such a sensation graced his massive body. Had it ever?
But it was a superficial feeling, for beneath his current, gentle doze roiled a number of thoughts and emotions. Memories from the Isles, of a pale and golden face shattered by him, slithered through the bottom of his thoughts. It disappeared in the murk of sleepiness as another memory surfaced— this one of two blood smeared white bodies lying in the sands. It, too, sank into oblivion, as overwhelming uncertainty enveloped his floating mind. The peaceful had left him, apparently.
A snort escapes him as he suddenly roused himself— clearly peaceful napping was not possible for the King. His head raises, eyes now opened and adjusting to the sunlight that came through the trees. With a shift of his great weight, his haunches resettle evenly, no longer cocking a hind leg. Briefly, in the scattered thoughts of rousing, he realized that not once had his past come to haunt him during the cascade of dark thoughts. It was a blessing in disguise. Time in Helovia had been healing thus far, despite the tragedies.
Splayed, large ears perk as a faint, familiar young voice drifts into their black rims. What was that little, icy bundle of sass getting into? Two-toned legs of cream and ebony begin to carry the Elephant through the trees, towards the pearly hybrid’s vocals.
He halts, eyes falling not on a white filly but on a pale stallion of slender build and long legs. Golden horns crown his face of subdued elegance— overall he was uniquely new to the Edge. Despite the athleticism apparent in his body, there was a defeat with which his head hung. “Are you alright?” His low, rumbling voice was quiet as he inquired after the cremello stud. Dark blue eyes of of the giant glance towards Erthe, bobbing his head with a warm smile in dreeting, before returning his eyes to the newcomer.
“You are new to the Edge?” The undercurrent of his words asking more for an explanation of who the man was.
At the sudden sound of footsteps he snapped to attention, jerking his head up and pulling his shoulders out, his chin raised slightly upwards. He looked over at the two equines that drew closer through his pale eyelashes. A faint thudding of his head betrayed his alarm in these two appearing out of seemingly nowhere while he was in a state of vulnerability but he refused to betray his true sentiments. ”I’m only tired,”, he claimed, dismissing their worries. Never one to talk about his feelings he didn’t even know how but he did know not to trust others. Especially in this new land with these new equines, people whose beliefs and alliances were foreign to him.
”And lost in these woods, he conceded cautiously. He took the moment to size up the two who approached him. A filly, purer white than he and a stallion, broad of shoulder and built for warfare. Though he knew better than to dismiss the filly for her demure size. Even the smallest of unicorns could prove a threat and he was not about to dismiss her just yet.
The stallion questioned his being there and Hesperos looked up at him with purpose, eyes unwavering. ”I was recruited by a member of your herd. Mauja, he called himself. I’d been wandering when he found me.” He omitted the reason for his ‘wanderings’- being overrun during battle and forced to flee while those he cared about fell around him. By now his wounds from the battle had healed but he still carried the weight of his retreat on his shoulders, unable to return and check for survivors. An instinct kicked in for him and he’d fled to save his own skin — a move some may call smart, though he only saw it as a failure on his part.
How was he to call himself a warrior if he’d fled from the only battle that’d meant anything? Fighting alongside his comrades when they raided those weaker and walked away from battles the victors; those were easy. Winning was no challenge. It was only when he’d been faced with true danger that he saw the honest side of himself and the reflection he saw filled his heart with disgust.
Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself, he started. ”My name is Hesperos,” he greeted, lowering his head in a small bow that seemed more pompousness than anything. ”A warrior in my former life. Though I don’t know how I fit in here.” He motioned with his head to the surrounding area, keeping his tone light to hide the true insecurity that lingered below. Introducing himself as a warrior was more of a reassurance to himself. Lost in this strange place with strange equines, he needed to hold onto that sliver of identity that tied himself to who he once was.
11-27-2015, 06:19 AM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2015, 11:56 AM by Erthë.)
The presence of the Elephantine was so familiar by now that Erthë didn't even question it. They both possessed a certain knack for appearing wherever the other was at the time. Whether because their minds worked in similar fashions or due to some supernatural tampering was irrelevant; more important was that the filly never felt ill at ease in his company, instead welcoming it whenever they crossed paths. Her greeting was as silent as his, a fleeting glance and a return smile that harbored warmth and camaraderie. Some might think it strange for a grown stallion and a filly that barely reached him to the elbow to share any level of understanding. Erthë, for one, never thought that much about it. They were friends; it was as simple as that.
The pale unicorn, alerted to their presence, spoke up and began to explain himself. Erthë tilted her curly haired head as she listened, near colorless eyes trailing over the taught, lean figure and absorbed what she could from not only his words, but the language of the body as well. In the end, his story appeared to stand in conflict with what he appeared to be feeling, or at least that was how she interpreted it. Not that the man, who called himself Hesperos, had to be lying. Just... to her young, unbiased gaze he appeared conflicted beyond what tiredness usually did to people.
If he didn't wish to share his troubles however, she was not going to pry. Though her life had spanned less than a year she was already aware that most people had secrets, things they didn't wish for others to know and more things still that they simply preferred not to discuss. Painful subjects, embarrassing situations, tedious and boring stuff that felt pointless and unimportant and wouldn't bring a conversation further. She had them, Tembu surely had them, and if anything she guessed this person had them to the point where they'd begun to wear on his present existence.
"I too moved here not that long ago" she said, soft vocals extending with some measure of understanding towards Hesperos, a small smile touching her lips as she spoke. "My mother had just passed away, and I was lost and sad. I found solace in exploring the forest, master Hesperos, and purpose by involving myself with the everyday life of the herd. I'm sure you will be able to find a place for yourself as well."
Not that she had forgotten. Neither sadness nor pain had ever truly left her, only faded slightly and fallen to the back of her mind. The memory of her mother's face was something she always carried with her in everything she did and said. Unconsciously it was her voice and words that echoed through the filly's lips, her practical, down to earth and straight forward view of the world that colored Erthë's own actions. Though her outward appearances seemed to have been taken from her father, the inner workings resembled Shadow's in such great amounts that one might begin to wonder whether the mare had reincarnated herself within the daughter.
And still the girl managed to be her very own, free spirit, chipped but yet to be broken by the workings of the world.
"I'm Erthë" she introduced herself, cloven feet carrying her slowly closer towards the regal unicorn in an attempt to bridge the distance between them, expression as mild and nonthreatening as only a child's could be. "Did you live far from Helovia? I've never been outside its borders, what's it like out there?"
11-29-2015, 02:49 PM (This post was last modified: 12-01-2015, 08:46 AM by Tembovu.
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Tembovu
An ear flicked sideways in uncertain sadness at the mention of Mauja, at least his good friend was giving himself something to do (be it recruiting or anything else) despite his overwhelming recent losses. “I know Mauja, he is a good friend. And a good man,” his low voice was quiet with a sad timbre.
His head swivels to Erthe as she responds, the honesty of youth revealing her loss so beautifully simply to a stranger. A brief amount of wonder flared through the giant at his small, pearly counterpart— and he felt himself grow even more affectionate towards the filly.
“I, too, was a warrior in my past life,” he bobbed his head gently as he spoke, “But became a Glazer— or glass crafter— when I joined the Edge. It was a welcome change. Helovia, and the Edge, is good for that.” Though his words were warm and welcoming, he watched the cremello stallion closely. A wandering warrior wishing to change their craft was usually indicative of some catastrophic life event catalyzing the change. Though, it was apparent from Hesperos’s lack of explanation, that he man wished to keep his former life to himself. The Elephant could understand that— perhaps better than most.
His ears twitch as he realizes that he, like the endurance-built man, had neglected to introduce himself. He waits for Erthe to finish her own introduction, surprised that she had never been outside of Helovia. Though, he supposed, that should not be surprising because she was born there. But, as an immigrant to this enchanted land, it was a strange to think that another had never been beyond its borders. Perhaps, at a later time, he could entertain his little filly with tales of Dorobo.
“The pleasure is mine, Hesperos. I am Tembovu, now King of the Edge,” despite the confidence with which he spoke, it was still alien to introduce himself has such. He fell silent, allowing the man to answer Erthe’s questions.
A flutter of flattery moved through his chest at the filly’s deference to him, he making the move to maintain his regal stature. Dignified though he looked it felt like a facade with nothing to back him. Having lost his metaphorical crown there was only a miming to his actions, he feeling a bit false in his attitude. Her openness was disorienting, however; never one to deal well with emotions he was only able to respond with a consolatory nod of his head to her storied past. ”It remains to be seen,” he mused at her suggestion that he’d find his place in this forest.
The questions of his homeland caused his eyes to glaze over as he was once more transported to the warm plains of his youth. ”Sand,” he started, ”As far as the eyes can see. With tall dunes that shift with the winds. To the north there was a wide mountain range of plateaus with only thin passages for travel. It was a hard life,” he explained, ”But a fulfilling one. Herds had to find the few oases that dotted the desert. Of course, there were always roving bands that sought to take them over.” He failed to include that he was in such a band, running down any who opposed their rule.
The notion of this Tembovu, this great beast of a stallion being a warrior gave Hesperos pause. In his lands all were built the same frame as he, with little variation. Carrying too much weight, requiring too much water or sustenance for survival spelled out doom for any that were born in the great plains of sand. As such he’d never met any equine with the build of this other stallion, eighteen hands tall and built with a sturdy frame. He’d longed to build his own herd and seek out lands of his own in this new area but if this was to be his challenger than he’d have to hold off, it seem. His demeanor grew colder towards Tembovu, though he strained to hide it.
”I can’t say I’d be good at much else,” he confessed. The life of a warrior was all he’d known; who’s to say he’d be able to make it as any other sort of creature?
But before he could conquer he must know the domain he inhabited. ”I’ve seen the forest that leads to these lands. And now this place, this World’s Edge. But I don’t like being ill informed of my surroundings. Who else lives around here? What threats should I be wary of? An ambassador of another herd approached me before I departed to this place with Mauja.”
ooc;; added it in my sig! thanks for reminding me lol
12-02-2015, 12:40 AM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2015, 11:56 AM by Erthë.)
Entranced by the colorful words, Hesperos' tale brought to mind landscapes she had traveled through not so long ago. White salt panes baking beneath a sun that beat down upon trespassers with a sledgehammer of heat, shimmering mirages that tricked the eyes during long walks across arid landscapes. An island like a dark blot upon the horizon, burning the eye even from a distance with the vivid red of its sand. To think that such landscapes could appear so similar even though they had to be far apart. The world was indeed a peculiar place.
"There are deserts here too, far south of here" she told him, as a dreamy look flitted across the opalescent visage. "I think it's too hot, but my uncle Badger lives there and he seems to like it."
A faint shrug marks her acceptance of this in her mind peculiar preference towards sweat, and she drops the subject. Hesperos too seem eager to move on, and she lets him, listening instead as questions pour from his lips. Questions, and doubt; lines crease her young brow and she wants to protest, object against the defeated way in which he declared himself incapable. What on earth made him think he couldn't do anything but fight? Had he tried? Had he worked hard on carving a new path, away from whatever it was that made him look so dejected?
To Erthë, learning was what made life interesting. She spent the better part of her days watching and listening - to nature, to conversations and instructions, to her own thoughts and feelings - and whenever she stumbled upon something new she couldn't wait to try it herself. Listening to someone who had stopped trying to learn made her strangely upset. The slender tail snapped sharply behind her lean rump and there was a sudden flash of strong emotion in her eyes, feelings that might have spilled over into word had the stallion not moved the topic onwards.
The questions he asked were interesting, however, and she did her best to swallow the ire before she embarrassed herself in front of Tembovu. Erthë might have been able to answer Hesperos at least partly; instead she turned to the elephant kind and left it to him to describe Helovia and its politics, keenly interested to learn more for herself. It was one thing to hear stray words from here and there, and another entirely to get a summary from someone so involved.
Both ears, one of which had been swiveling to survey the forests around them, perk towards Hesperos as his words weave a picture of his sandy homelands. He recognized the glazed eyes, the wistfulness that pervaded his speech— had the King not just recently described his own Dorobo as such to Katerina and Mauja?
But it was strangely familiar to see another stallion, another soldier, speak like he had. It was nearly like looking in a cracked and distorted mirror. Somethings were similar (the vague details of history, the hints of battles), but others (the sand, the dunes) were entirely different.
Thus, he was watching Hesperos closely as the slightly haughty, golden eyes measured his giant body. Did his eyes narrow? Did his demeanor grow stilted towards him? The Elephant could not tell through the mask that suddenly shuttered over the cremello face. Only a mild amount of surprise laced through him— for he had encountered many different reactions to his size. Some intimidated, some appreciate, some outright violent. Though he found the verbosely surprised most amusing.
“I can’t say I’d be food at much else.” The giant cocked his head slightly and gently pursed his lips at such instantaneous surrender in a warrior. Steely blue eyes study him hard for a few moments, measuring the balance in his back, the strength in his haunches, the swiftness of his slender legs. Even the points of his dual gold horns were not left out.
Then his deep voice rolled, rumbling and reproachful, “I suppose you won’t be, with that sort of approach.” He paused, now closely watching the stallion’s face, “But surely, a fine warrior such as yourself from as hard a land as you've described, would be able to excel at whatever he puts his mind to?” Though the words were a question, his low voice rumbled the statement as fact.
The man continues, asking of the surrounding Helovian lands. The King glances toward Erthe then, surprised by her brief answer followed by silence. It is not often that the cold, pearly hybrid holds her tongue. He seeks her gaze in surprise, before turning back to the handsome newcomer, “Erthe has mentioned Dragon’s Throat, to the South under patronage of the fiery Sun God and commanded by an imposing warrior, Guacho, and Megaera, a fiery pegasus mare.” He paused, recalling what Mauja had told him long ago and memories of the Rift battles. “To the east is the Hidden Falls. Generally peaceful to my knowledge, they owe patronage to the Earth God, and are governed by Kaj, of whom I know little, and Archibald, a stallion of stature as large as my own,” a brief smile crosses his thick lips before his face darkens as he considers the last, snow-bound herd. “And, to the north, lies the Aurora Basin. They accept only those of unicorn heritage and are bound in snow and mountains. Ruled by Deimos, who I recommend you do not cross.”
His voice falls silent as he reviewed all he has said. “Ah, and there are lands newly added to Helovia by our gods, themselves. They are for exploring, though given the battles it took to acquire them, perhaps careful explorations would be wise.”
The reveal of deserts within this domain immediately drew his attention and as though by fate he felt a warm wind caress his face; more a phantom memory than anything, through he still yearned for it to be true. Perhaps he’d find someone along his travels who’d be interested in joining him on his trek to this rumored land that’d soothe some of the homesickness he felt in his heart.
Tembovu took over in decrying Hesperos’ moment of vulnerability; he pulled himself upright, puffing out his chest and attempting to bring some of the regality back in his appearance. Though he’d been a warrior for the whole of his life and had known nothing but challenges he’d still been embraced by the familiarity of his life. The struggles he faced were always the same and although there remained times when he worried about his safety he always knew who he was, at his core. He knew his place in the world. Now, however, he struggled even with that. Tembovu’s vote of confidence, however, helped assuade that moment of doubt.
He listened to Tembovu’s continued explanation of the lands and when he talked about gods Hesperos couldn’t help but allow an incredulous look to play across his face, brows arcing and head turning detachedly to the side. ”Gods, you say?” Other clans held legends in his former lands of dieties that protected them but in all his conquests he’d found no evidence to support their theories. In his clan the only gods were the tangible, bountiful lands that supported them. To each their own, he supposed, even if they were wrong— and then Tembovu claimed they were gifted lands by the gods themselves. ”You’re not suggesting these specters exist, are you? Myth is fine and well but there’s nothing in this world beyond that you can touch.” Caught up in his arrogance he shook his head, chuckling.
ooc;; pardon the lateness!! i've had trouble with my writing muses for a while now, orz
"They do exist!" the filly said, flaring up at once at the stallion's laughter. She pushed forward towards Hesperos on trembling legs, pale eyes blazing with a startling ferocity as she glared up at him.
"I've seen them, I've fought with them! They're as real as you or me or Tembu and they're strong. They defended Helovia from foreign monsters and won, and you shouldn't laugh because you're living on the Lady Moon's land and she'll know if you do. Maybe she'll think you're laughing at her and decide she doesn't want you here!"
She broke off, chest heaving as she sucked in much needed air through flared nostrils. All over the thin shoulders feather and down had risen and stood on end, lending her the appearance of a fluffy chicken - but there was no denying the ferocity of the snapping tail or the seriousness with which she spoke.
How dare he! Who was he to come here and dishonor the lords and lady who had fought so hard to protect them all? Sure, the politics behind the arrival of these new lands was a bit murky but it wasn't for mortals to know every detail of the divine affairs, now was there! Point was that the gods, all the gods (though she did have her own personal grudge against the lord of flame, for very good reasons) had fought valiantly and won, and this... this outsider stood in the Lady's own lands laughing, like it was some kind of a joke!
Erthë bristled and huffed, desperate to pace around, to kick something in agitation - but she stood her ground, as much to spare her legs as to let this unicorn know she meant business.
"You should apologize to the Lady for calling her a myth! Actually, apologize to all of them because I don't think any of them would be very happy to be laughed at. I wouldn't be, if I were them!"
And she stomped her hoof, a pointed emphasis that was quickly followed by a choked, garbled whimper. Sucking in air the princess raised the left foreleg from the ground as pain zapped and stabbed throughout the limb, forcing unbidden tears to her eyes. She closed them quickly, swallowing and swallowing as she rode the waves of torment, one after the other until the immediate pain slowly began to subside.
Oh Moon, that was stupid.
Erthë
and my knees are shaking - - and my dreams are breaking - - but i know i live today
01-03-2016, 04:20 AM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2016, 04:20 AM by Tembovu.)
Tembovu
A smile crosses over the King’s broad muzzle as Hesperos grows in confidence and regality before his very eyes as his words struck home. The barest of nods dips his black ebony horn— yes, this man would be a fine addition to the Edge. A broken warrior was not an asset; in fact it could be a danger. But a man who still swelled his chest, rose to a challenge— that was a man who was worth adding to the Edge’s ranks.
His brows rise slightly at the desert stallion’s voiced disbelief of the gods— though he fully understands from where he is speaking. In Dorobo, his homeland of plains, the gods had long ago been silenced by blasphemy and murdered by greed. Only half-forgotten tales and a few leftover festivals remained as memories of their existence. But Helovia was an entirely different story.
But, before he could part his lips to correct the chuckling man, his tiny pearl counterpart was bristling and ranting, tiny nostrils flaring in ferocious anger— which still shone through her small, lanky form and scattered, raised flight feathers. Carefully, he pressed his lips in a straight line, only the corners of lips turning up as he fights the smile that threatens to break into a rumbling laugh. Though his eyes twinkle as he glances at the the stallion, silently saying “Now you’ve done it.”
Though his amusement was wiped from his face, ears tilting backwards as tears fill Erthe’s eyes after stomping her hoof. “Erthe, take care with your legs!” His useless words rumble without thought (of course she took care with her legs— they hurt, after all), and his giant head was dropping to try and gently nuzzle the raised limb.
Satisfied that she had not done any permanent damage (at least that he could ascertain), his gaze shifts back to Hesperos, the slightest twinkle returning to his cobalt eyes. “I’m afraid Erthe is right. You owe our patron Lady Moon an apology, my good man, for she is very real. And her ability to smite is far beyond a mere ‘specter,’” his voice danced with amusement.
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