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[OPEN] into the mists [MIST WATCHING]

Alune Posts: 65
World's Edge Seer atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.3 :: 6 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Nova
#1
Glimmer in the moonlight

The night air was crisp and fresh, it brought the seers breath out as smoke that wisped from a warm fire on the harshest of night. Alune had moved through their forested home with purpose this time, a look of humble determination on his starry face. Eventually, he reached the thicket where the mist condensed the most, it streamed over rock and grass like an ethereal river of the after life, barely ghosting in and out of existence. It was a thing of pure, untouched beauty accentuated by the glittering glimmer of stars and his goddess' astral form which hung like an opal in the sky.

There had been much talk among the herd as of late, great plans and new horizons which brimmed on the fringes of their twilight realm, many questions needed answers and guidance both from those which hearts stood stalwart in their defense and hearts which had not set found their fire of determination. All could be answered, he was assured, in time and he hoped that time was now. Their horizon needed to be ushered in by one who held great sway in all matters that dwell in the forest abode.

Alune settled on a nearby cluster of moss covered rock, legs tucked beneath his blue hued barrel and his eyes firmly fixed upon the swirling mists that he was blessed enough to peer in to, to try and form shards of the future together from what they whispered on the winds. Like a great tapestry that withheld it's secrets to those that were unworthy and gave a wealth of information to those that proved otherwise. He wished to see those answers and to know their designs, to drink deep the knowledge the Goddess would impart with them and her opinions on her herd's own idea's and plans.

Like a silent guardian he watched over the silvery, intangible pools, moon coloured orbs flickering gently back and forth between each stream as he waited. Waited for both his Lady, and the other who had their own questions to bring before her, should she decide that the mists were not enough to impart her voice and wishes.



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Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#2
Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,
And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.

It was time. Finally! It had been like waiting for a wonderful but very secret gift, and much like every other child the world over, Erthë had wished many times that time would run just a little faster. To her it seemed like ages since Alune had promised she could be there when he communed with the Goddess, endless days and nights of waiting and hoping and dreaming. And now, when he walked through the Edge with that purposeful look about him, the filly found that her heart was beating twice its normal pace in her chest, and as she got up and limped after him her mouth felt oddly dry.

What would she see, if she gazed too deeply into the mist? Would she see anything at all - maybe the blessing of foresight was reserved for the Seer alone. Oh, but she hoped she would be able to pick up something at least, hear a whisper, a murmur, anything at all that proved the Lady had come to guide them.

Quiet yet trembling with excitement she settled down close to her teacher, nearly lost in the drifting mist that lay thick and pearly in the gloom. The wait that followed was torturous, even worse than before - because now the dove had nothing to occupy herself with but her own thoughts, and they skittered around like agitated ants. What would happen if she reached out and froze the mist? Turned it into a million glittering shards of ice that drifted down to cover the moss... Or what if she broke the silence with a song? She wondered if the Moon disapproved of songs, of if it would only annoy Alune. It struck her then that they likely wouldn't be the only ones to attend the ceremony, and grateful for this excuse to stretch her neck Erthë gazed about, expectant as she looked for Tembovu and Elsa.

It was all very unreal, to sit there in the misty forest and wait for the most important horses in the herd. Sure they were her friends, but right now they were also king and queen, sovereign monarchs with important duties and heavy responsibilities. It nearly stole her breath away to think that she, the vagabond child, daughter of such ordinary horses, could be allowed to mingle in the company of lords.

It brought a smile to her lips, and made her straighten up with newfound dignity.



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Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen smitty
#3
tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
Nothing else could describe the magnetic pull that had drawn him to the thickest flowing of mists. Sleep, as usual, had evaded him. In it’s place, his legs had carried him (without choice) into the ever-thickening fog that shrouded the Edge. Though, this night, it seemed especially heavy, as it clung to and darkened the buckskin of his hide, dampening it to dark chocolate streaks.

The Elephant King could barely make out his own hooves, so thick was the cloud he walked through— and it was thickening. Sweeping strides slowed, reducing and shrinking the eddies and swirls his thick columns of legs had made in the mist, as the end of his broad muzzle began to disappear into the white condensation.

And so that was the reason his great ivory hooves bumped into something solid, warm, and living. A surprised snort escaped flared nostrils, brows raising as dark eyes probe the murky darkness. Slowly, his deep breaths cleared a small break in the fog, revealing the midnight blue skin his hoof had connected with. Gaze drifted to another solid form, as pearly as the mist— Erthe, the Seer’s apprentice, was also present. “Apologies, Alune,” his deep voice murmured quietly, wishing to not interrupt his Seer any more than he already had.

His mist and shadow-ridden mind slowly realized what the Moon’s disciple was attempting to do— and he cast a dark and wary gaze around the mists, thoughts returning to the ominous power their goddess had displayed on multiple occasions; the Labyrinth, the Meeting. He retreated a few steps, giving the two Moon advocates some space, but not enough to lose them in the fog.

There was much to confer with the Moon, should she choose to appear. Their alliance with the Basin— did he need her approval for that? And, with the fall of the wall, their borders were woefully unprotected— could en entreaty her for guidance for protection? His own attempt at building a wall of spikes has been woefully slim, as he had been overcome with the darkness of her gifted power. Eyes study the form of Alune has he drifted in and out of focus in the mist— did his Seer want some kind of shrine to the Lady? He was incredibly devoted to her.

Silently he waited.
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Cloak Posts: N/A
Unregistered
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#4
We're volcanoes in the night
Glowing in the dark like meteorites

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Though new to the land she was certainly familiar with the Goddess who watched over the Edge, the tales commonplace in Vestiomel. She followed her own God, patron of the moon, and it was the prospect of leaving her small village and serving a greater purpose that pulled her into the arms of Helovia and eventually the Edge. With Dagger beside her they traveled great distances to reach the unseen terrain. It was just their luck that the very head of the worshipers found them himself. It was of no question that they--at least Cloak--would be returning to his home with him.

Although just reaching the once-grandeur wall of glass and finding herself 'home' finally, she felt an unknown pull to delve further in and so she clung to the shadows and obliged. Golden chains on her necklace lightly clinked with her steps, but it was comforting in the strange world she sought out. She didn't know what she was supposed to find, but the thickening mist told her she was going in the right direction.
Words floated to her though she could still not tell from who, for the darkness and low vision blocked most things. Drawing ever closer, however, allowed forms to peek through and she could recognize the horns of Alune, the daintiness of Erthë beside him, and one she had not yet seen. The two former appeared to be resting by something that shimmered dully, a mirror or water perhaps, but she stopped with just enough of her shadowy figure in sight to not be identifiable yet clearly visible if one were to look.

Whatever the small gathering had joined for she knew, somehow, she wouldn't want to miss out on what was guaranteed to transpire.

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Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#5
Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

Ever since her appointment, Elsa had stuck near the Seer’s sacred place. For some reason, she expected the Goddess to reappear and repeal her appointment. It still made her balk at the thought that she was chosen. There were a million reasons why- but all her thoughts turned to malevolent reasons. Swallowing back the guilt and fear, she simply visited every chance she got just in case. Alune was set to meet with her soon, but it was never solidified to her. Not to blame Tembovu or Alune though, her section of work wasn’t exactly to cater to the Goddess. Her’s was to protect, and when needed, induce havoc upon those deserving. Hardly a job deserving of time with the Goddess.

But when she saw Alune and then others begin to gather around the mists, Elsa couldn’t help herself. Sticking toward the outskirts of the group, she made sure not to make much noise in disruption. If everyone was like her- then they could feel the tension of awaiting the Goddess’s arrival. Biting back a trembling lip, she proceeded to watch Alune.

Could she turn them down? If she was angry at Elsa, and possibly Tembovu, would she refuse to help the herd? All the possible reasons she angered her began to cross her mind. She was a little bitter toward the Basin, beat Tembovu a little too hard in her personal opinion, and wasn’t as social as she should be. And that was just the beginning of the list. There were a number of things that could follow. Edgar sat quietly, plumped up on her head. He was also quiet as a mouse, afraid he would cause the Goddess to be absent.

"talk"

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God of the Moon Posts: 236
Helovian Ancient
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless
Admin
#6

The GOD of the MOON

Dark and glistening



"Hello my dear-" The Goddess' voice seemed to dance through the mist, even though her body remained hidden. Still, those who were present could feel that she was there. Like a piece of silk being dragged beside them. Her voice was directed towards Alune, but then quickly greeted the others. "Both of my fearless leaders ... how exquisite. And Erthe, your flower still blooms on my shrine." Her voice was like diamonds, glistening through the mists. "And who is this?" The Goddess appeared behind Cloak, as if composed of the swirling vapours themselves. With a grin she stalked forward, moving decidedly towards Alune with a tantalizing smile. 

Spinning gently on her hooves, the Goddess' pale gaze turned to regard each of those who had gathered. Oh, of course she knew that the Oracle always drew a crowd. It was not in the mortal's nature to allow a meeting with a God to go unwatched, but even so. She hoped that they appreciated being in her presence. None of them were entitled to stand before her, no matter how much they might think that they were. It was she who would forever rule these lands. They were but pawns in a much larger game. Oh, of course they had their value, some of them even garnered her affections. But she would always demand respect from them. 

"So. What is it that I can do for you?" Her tail curled delicately around her hocks, flicking gently and inquisitively. It always amused her to hear their questions, to find out what their smile minds considered important or worth asking about. Surely they would know that her time was precious, and therefore that they had very little of it. 

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d'Arcy Posts: 21
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 2 years :: Tallsun HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Laine
#7

The little shadow nearly quivered with excitement and she snuck through the underbrush. Perhaps she was not as stealthy as she hoped, but she’d been working hard at improving herself and not sneaking away from her mother in the middle of the was an easy feat as long as she didn’t wake her brother. She loved Libertad desperately but there was just no denying that he was not as cautious or as quiet as d’Arcy. She had left him spelling tonight, for she wouldn’t risk being caught and held back. Something was happening, she’d seen the big king and several others move off towards the mists and that could only mean one thing. The Goddess was coming.

d’Arcy had been longing to catch a glimpse of the Moon Goddess, stealing away often to watch the mists that rolled in off the sea and always paying for it by being tired the next day. Still she was determined to see. The stories she had heard of the Lady Moon were marvelous and if there was anything d’Arcy disliked it was being told and not seeing for herself.

She hung back, watching from the shadows of the trees as the king the queen and the seer waited. There were two others, one unknown to d’Arcy and the white filly that had seemed to know her twin at the herd meeting. The jealous girl eyed the white fawn wanting to know more about the winged one but not darling to disturb the silence.

Then she was there: The Moon Goddess. All other thoughts vanished when the filly set her eyes on the lilac Lady for the first time. Her voice was music, the filly thought, finer than any sound and even the way she moved had the filly inching forward. She hardly dared to breathe, not wanting to miss a word of what the Goddess said and without meaning to, the little girl moved forward to join the gathering properly. Cobalt eyes were wide, watching the Goddess with a worshipful sort of wonder. She was everything the filly could imagine to be beautiful, to be powerful, she was alluring and intoxicating. She was everything the little shadow wanted to be.

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d'arcy
wear your heart on your cheek
but never on your sleeve
unless you wanna taste defeat
when I tell you that i love you
don't test my love
accept my love, don't test my love
cause maybe i don't love you all that much

Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen smitty
#8
tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
More appeared, silently awaiting in excitement (—trepidation?—) for the coming of the Moon. It was a silent wait, none daring to speak lest the interrupt the concentration of their Seer. And they did not wait in vain, suddenly the strangely familiar (for the King had met the Moon fewer times than he had hooves) purr danced through the mists. The silken voice was sharp as diamonds, and suddenly she appeared behind Cloak— the King’s navy eyes snapped to her as she condensed from the fog.

He awaited for his Seer to speak, but it silence stretched. If the Moon’s magic affected Alune similarly to how it affected Tembovu, he could understand the silence. The Elephant had been trapped in the cold, dark magic of the night; it was a wondrously powerful thing, but once it sank its claws in, it didn’t let go. A ripple passed over his buckskin hide at the memory of him being stuck in the darkness, when he had tried to build too many glass spikes along the northern borders of the Edge…

He shook the memory free, instead bowing his great head to the level of his broad chest. Massive horn sliced through the mists, leaving clear air in its wake. “My Lady,” his low voice rumbled in a respectful greeting, before raising his skull to its great height once again.

He is careful to not allow his eyes to sweep the dangerously feminine body of the Moon; though the stallion parts of him desire to do so. He compromises, allowing a sweep of her lithe, lavender shoulders and graceful wings while he awaits for his Seer to speak.

But the silence continues, so a half step is taken towards the Goddess, before thick lips part and his deep voice rolls into the mist, “Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” perhaps that was laying it on a tad too thick, but the Elephant was unused to dealing with deities, “I have questions about both alliances and protection of the Edge. Elsa and I have recently formed a tentative alliance with the Basin— do you care for us to bother you before making such treaties? Or do we have autonomy to exercise our judgement as leaders?” He paused, dark blue eyes glancing to Elsa as he mentioned her name, before continuing, “And our borders are still unprotected, after the shattering of the glass wall. I would like to see them better guarded, and started building glass spikes. But our borders are too vast and they would trap us in… Would you guide us towards better enforcements?” Like what, King? Think! Spikes to the east and… “Perhaps a moat?” A moat to the south could be crossed in the event of fire or other emergency.

He fell silent, uncertain if the Moon would remain to answer his questions. Briefly, he felt a flash of homesickness— in Dorobo one did not need to address the gods.
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