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02-25-2016, 12:42 AM
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[DROP] Warm Your Buns
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02-25-2016, 01:37 AM
Cirrus was, if nothing else, a summer child. A desert child. A creature born and raised on the hot sands of a beach, a soul who always searched for the light, the warmth of a summer's day. This Frostfall, however mild, was taking its toll on her - at least, it would be, had she succumbed to the urge to lock herself away in a cave and hibernate like so many of the bears who shared her home. But Cirrus was not a bear, and she was hardly capable of staying still for long periods of time. She was on the move, as always, summoning up a warm wind and sunny ray of light to break through the thick, snowy clouds above whenever she dared to call upon magic to directly oppose the natural weather - it had the potential to be taxing on her strength if she tried to do it too often, so the cloudmare forced herself to keep active and fit most of the time instead. The thermals that rose from this realm of Helovia attracted her. The heat could be seen from miles away, rising like great plumes against the frigid surrounds - of course Cirrus came there, seeking the warmth her desert coat and wintry home could not provide all the time. It was almost too hot when she landed, but she knew that such heat would be missed as soon as she ventured home again, so she remained, happily breaking out in a light sweat due to the nearness of lava. She didn't notice the strange avian thing at first, quietly chewing at her own thoughts. But when she did see it, her 'brow arched with sudden curiosity, her tiara dipping low as she considered it carefully. She didn't get too close to it - Cirrus might be brash, but she was not stupid. With a breath, she murmured her curious thoughts aloud, wondering if she would be given a reply, (wondering if she would be looked at as insane for deigning to speak to such a curious creature). "What are you?" Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7030 Seeking: Healing rain Upgrade: Light x Water | As above, but also able to imbue a small body of water (max. volume 5L) with healing properties. No prior refusals. please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
02-25-2016, 01:58 AM
Amaris was never cold. The chill just did not penetrate - perhaps it was the dragonsblood that flowed through her veins. Perhaps it was the thick pelt that was trimmed by the golden scales. Maybe it was the companions she summoned, who were known to spout warm flames from their muzzles rather frequently, in their mystical play and dance routines. If anything, the chilly air was pleasant against her warm lungs, a welcome contrast to the sometimes muggy, sticky humidity of the south or dry, coarse winds of the meadow in summer. Amaris was familiar with all seasons across the entire realm - she was not passionately for or against any particular season, for what point was there in stressing over something one could not change? In saying that, Amaris also did not mind heat, fire. To look at her was to see that she was a creature born of fire, of passion, of magic. Her very existence required it. So, to find the dragonmare at the great fiery cavern was not wholly unusual, or unexpected. The peculiar mare with the sky upon her pelt caught her attention before the other thing did. It wasn't until Cirrus had in fact, bent low to consider the strange thing sitting atop a container of light, of fire, that Amaris realised just what she was looking at. Amaris smiled at the question the first mare posed: it was so direct, so forthright, what more could the dragonmare say in addition? So she made a small wuffle sound to announce her presence, and assumed a neutral, relaxed posture so as not to alarm anyone, before decidedly hanging back, and waiting for something to happen. Because something always happened with these things. Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7033 Seeking: Upgrade: Fire x Light | Able to summon 3 small dragon spirits, or 1 royal dragon spirit. Prior refusals: 1: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=10437 2: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7980 No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
02-25-2016, 02:30 AM
Ivezho was not particularly gifted. At least, he didn't think he was. Son of the Ascended Wildfire, the Transcended Sohalia, he felt.. Inadequate. Insufficient. Unworthy. It was not the first time he had felt this way - it had been a constant theme, a foundation thought, varied only by Ivezho's interactions with others, and whether those interactions proved positive or not. Recent interactions had not been positive. The weight of grief seemed to dim the light that permeated from his form, the shock of what had happened to his brother, his nephews causing his expression to remain vacant, empty. Ivezho was hollow, a vessel without a purpose, a ship cast to sea without an anchor. He did not venture immediately south to his home from the Grove, instead, he ventured to the next most similar thing to the fires of his home - the fiery pit of Helovia's Heart. The lava made his own magic near-invisible, unnoticeable, unremarkable (much like the stallion behind the magic, he thought dourly). Ivezho nearly felt like flying directly into the Heart, letting the heat and the lava consume him - but he didn't, for that wouldn't achieve anything useful. There had been enough death in his life thus far - he would live, for there were enough walking zombies existing in this world as it is. But he couldn't deny that the thoughts were there. That the feelings of hopelessness and sheer depression swallowed him up. He hoped they would pass - somewhere within, he knew they would - but right now, they were his existence. He barely noticed the mares. Or, rather, the mare and the dragon. He was walking, determinedly ignorant to the world around him - he almost tripped over the strange thing and its canister of fire before stopping, and raising his emerald pools to consider all that around him. "Sorry," he mumbled, nodding to the mares before back-tracking a couple of steps, finding himself amongst the (currently small, surely gathering) crowd of others, apparently drawn in by this thing's presence. Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=17894 Seeking: Superheat: Fire | Ivezho can superheat his body to 300 degrees celcius without suffering burns to himself, but will burn anything he touches. Restrictions: Can only maintain superheated temperature for 5 seconds, once per thread. No prior refusals. please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
02-25-2016, 02:44 AM
Exploring had led him here. Exploring would lead him away from here too, eventually. But for now, Grimalkin lingered, having just explored the caverns below and peered at the histories on the wall, listened to the crash of the waterfalls, and stared at the wall of lava as it cascaded slowly, powerfully down into the earth. Power. He was attracted to it, there was no doubt. He yearned for it, desired for it in an almost sensual, desperate way. Though he kept his feelings and emotions heavily guarded beneath hard stares and nonsensical smirks, his lust for power was something he did not often hide. He sought it out, actively - so when he saw a gathering, he knew what it must be for. He had seen some of them before - the dragonthing at the very least, he recognised (who could forget it?). These things were not uncommon occurrances, Grimalkin had learned, and so he made himself mobile to receive them, to experience them, to learn how he might best harness the opportunities such occasions posed. As it was, the creature sitting atop the power he sought had plenty of bulky bodies surrounding it already - so the titan hung back, observing with his quiet, scrutinising gaze. Waiting for an opportunity to seize, to exploit - to experience power in its purest form, for himself. Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=22132 Seeking: Reader: Time x Light | Upon physical contact, Grimalkin can hear the current thoughts of another. Restrictions: Can only hear thoughts as long as he has physical contact. No prior refusals. please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
02-25-2016, 04:01 AM
Tilney Aiya!
Winters tide no longer frightened this little colt; or daring stallion I should say. Orangemoon had faded and Tallsun was somewhat of a distant memory by now, but he owed his present joy to that sunny season. Tilney had certainly grown into this skin during summers spell, and his appreciation for the Sun God grew with each sundown and sunrise. The solar deity was the one he believed had given him the gift of light to his lantern and finally after long last he had been able to see through the night one again. The moons night wonders were not as much of a mystery and certainly no longer a terror to him now that he had a beacon to see through the night. He could stare at the earth gods wonder and night creatures even after sundown and stargaze in awe like he had in his youth at the planets and worlds beyond Helovia. Every night he hailed the golden man in the sky and thanked him for all the wonder he had restored to him. Marching south from his western home, Tilney had planned a journey to the Heart Caves to investigate if it was a s social as he had heard. He hoped as much, he loved to make new friends. Perhaps some time by the warmth of the grottos hearth would do his health some good also? Upon arrival to the caves he was certainly met with a gathering. A small crowd had gathered, though around what he was not yet aware. Perhaps they had found a nice steamy geiser to warm their necks over! "Salutations!" was the bronze brutes bellow, treading not-so-delicately to the gathering. "Have you found a warm spot?" Tilney quizzed as he approached a goliath at the edge of the pack, going with his original theory that they had come upon the best spot in the area. Whispering a passionate "Aiya", the lamp blessing his antlers lit with a puff. He could bring a little extra warmth to the party, right? It was only at that moment he noticed that thing and he halted squarely in his tracks. Was this creature hurt? was that what the fuss and the crowd was about. "Oh, hello little fella'!". This creature certainly was not a little fella. "...Is it injured?" The stag asked the gathered mares just as his gaze caught the fascinating, firey droplet. He knew what THAT was! It clearly belongs to this dragon, but how nice it would be to bestowed with such a gift... A SUN DROPPPPP Wishlist; http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=18697 Seeking; Magic :: LIGHT - Ability to heal wounds and illnesses with a kiss to the affected area upgraded will be to mental wounds and illnesses Restrictions: Larger/more severe wounds (Upgraded - and illnesses) require more attention and focus/energy. Prior Refusals; 1; http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=18707 Wander or Leave turn in to winter lights ☀︎
02-25-2016, 12:17 PM
This is something All or nothing
RIFT The moment Rift entered the caves, he felt it. The air here was thick and vibrant; it felt alive. With every breath the scarlet brute felt in the atmosphere a certain kind of energy that made the air fizzle and crack. Was it the growing crowd of bodies that were steadily filling the cave's warm rooms and their subsequent spirits? Or was it something more? Inhale, exhale, and his eyes slid shut. There, he felt it; the swelling, pulsating energy that encompassed the universe. It was the beginning, the ending, past, present, and future. It coursed through the denizen's of Helovia's blood whether or not they were aware of it's presence. It was eternity and mortality wrapped up in the spaces between breath. Magic. Opening his ruby eyes, Rift noticed that a group of equines had broken off from the main sectors and were all hovering carefully around a low glow. Cocking his head to the side, the lanky stallion made his way closer to the gathered five and recognized the scent of the Dragon's Throat emanating from a few of the strangers. Just as he was about to veer toward them, a familiar set of antlers adorned with a lantern caught his eye. "Tilney!" His greeting was soft and laced with joy - he hadn't seen the beautiful bronze since their search for Carlisle and his heart leapt at the idea of being with his friend once more. Moving so that he stood beside his golden companion, Rift took a moment to brush his nose lightly over Tilney's shoulder. Grin curling at his lips, he took in the scene before him and resisted the urge to laugh outright; only in Helovia would one stumble upon a group of strangers gathered around a giant yellow bird on a magic bottle. Stifling what would no doubt be a series of unattractive guffaws, Rift nodded to the avian and lifted a wing. "Hello, if you'd like, you can seek warmth at my side." Jewelled eyes sparkled mirthfully as his grin grew, his good mood no doubt influenced by the Tilney's presence, "Do what you will with your prized bottle, the offer will remain; I like to fancy myself a glorified bum-warmer."
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YAS TOASTY DROPS wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=21643 Seeking: [Light x Air] | Heals self or others by using air molecules to repair and regenerate damaged cells Restrictions: im not sure? I never got a reply from the staff on the wishlist. But I mean, Larger/deeper wounds take more energy and time and maybe multiple treatments? oh gosh All force toward Rift is permitted, barring permanent injury and death.
All non-aggressive contact is permitted.
Please tag Rift in all replies!
xoxo
02-25-2016, 02:19 PM
wishlist Seeking: :: [ Magic: DarkxLight | Ability to see enchantments as shadowy aura] :: [ Restrictions | Requires permission outside battle. Lasts 2 posts in battle.] No Prior Refusals  Please tag IONA in all posts. Force and magic permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury. image credit
02-25-2016, 02:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-25-2016, 04:07 PM by Johnny.
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seeking: :: [ earth x light | can craft addictive candies from plants, candies are sugary but reflect natural taste of plant ] restrictions tbd by admin Wishlist no prior refusals + 1 entry for Aurora Basin being herd champs! ![[Image: Johnny%20by%20Aud_zpsi3ssx2s1.gif]](http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a47/strangeandunusual/Johnny%20by%20Aud_zpsi3ssx2s1.gif) magic and physical force permitted at all times
vigorous licking strongly encouraged
please tag in all posts
Seeking an upgrade to his existing magic: [Magic: Earth x Fire | Can create and animate golems made of stone with fire inside them.] Upgrade: Golems can breathe fire that causes minor burns, and when they crumble they release a small wave of fire. refusal wishlist  [ 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 ]
02-25-2016, 09:52 PM
The star girl wandered aimlessly. Long legs, graceful in their sweeping strides, carried her with no sense of urgency as she traveled towards the heart of Helovia. Within her crowned skull her thoughts wandered as well, pondering her purpose. Sure, it wasn't a productive inner monologue she held, but it was a frequent thing she did in her solitude. Big dreams had been built upon her shoulders, dreams of greatness, dreams of conquering and battle and pride. She had captured her title of corporal upon her entrance to the Aurora Basin, and still she wanted more. She coveted the next title, hoped to earn the place left in d'Artagnan's absence. She had been practicing among her ranks and trying to learn her soldiers. She had spent days sweeping the Threshold for new recruits to boost her here's numbers, she had stood before the rotting sentinels to cover for their dormancy. She had also spent time learning her weaknesses, testing her limitations. One thing she lacked in this place was a god-given advantage. Many around her were blessed with companions and magic, and she desired to be touched by the higher powers the same way her counterparts were. Hooves clattered as she entered a cave, thankful for the shelter it provided against the Frostfall elements. She shook the cold from her, starry hide shivering as she compensated. Thankfully, of the many caves she could have chosen, this one emulated warmth. It was a soft embrace, melting the frost from her hocks and the ice from her ears. But she wasn't alone in her decision; others had gathered in this cave as well, as if something had drawn their lines to intersect in this place at this time. Curious, she followed the others until she found her place before a curious sight. A bird-like creature, clapping is toothed beak happily, stood - crouched, rather, - over a brilliant glowing..... well..... Ki'irha wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps the strange avian had laid the oddly shaped thing like an egg? The corporal shuddered just thinking what that process must have looked like. Still, she wasn't entirely convinced that the brilliant thing the bird pressed it's ass upon was the progeny of the strange-looking pseudo-parent. The closer she came, she realized it was a glass bottle that held a glowing light. She had no time for an internal sigh of relief before envy flooded her mind, emerald greed igniting the dragon within her. She wanted it. The star girl had an affinity for all things that glittered, but this was unrivaled in its beauty. Never before had she seen something such as the glowing bottled light, so she had no assumptions that magic was imprisoned inside the glass. The warmth of the cave for a moment stifled the young mare. She wanted to steal her prize and bolt, retreat into the frozen wonderland with the trinket clasped between her jaws to be marveled at once she was far enough away. But, clever as she was, she began to take notice that perhaps the heat from the cave was coming from more than just the fire that burned within the pit. Maybe the glow emitted more than just light, but perhaps warmth as well? She felt her scarf heavy around her neck. Perhaps she could twist it into a more suitable nest for the bird, and claim his clutch as reward? Torn, she knew that despite the way she coveted the bottle, she could never part with the gift from her dear friend. So she simply sighed, coming to a stop among the gathering of others, and waited to see what would come next. "Talk." Love forever, love is free, Let's turn forever, you and me LightxSpark :: Can summon apparitions of animals that are made of white sparkling light. Shock/electrical burn the body where they touch. Restriction: 3 small apparitions (dog or smaller), or 1 large apparition. Wishlist +1 Extra Roll for Herd Champs +1 Extra Roll from my prize list ![[Image: 5581b91112f69]](http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/5581b91112f69) Colored by Kels ♡ Lines by Bronzehalo Please Tag Me ○ Permission for magic and injury is granted. Just no death or permanent harm.
02-26-2016, 03:59 AM
You must be true to your heart..
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Seeking: [FirexLight :: Can dry the surroundings to spark fires] [Restrictions :: Up to Admin] Wishlist, no priors. 
02-26-2016, 11:43 PM
Seeking: [Active - Light - Able to create a shield made entirely of light that shines brightly like a beacon.] [Restriction: Lasts 30 seconds in battle.] Wishlist One Prior Refusal  Please tag NAJYA in all replies. Force & magic are permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury. Thank you! pixel base
02-27-2016, 08:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2016, 08:44 PM by Albrecht.
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 The landscape is dotted with active fires jittering upwards in a spasmodic enthusiasm for life and the smoldering pits of those that have already extinguished, their empty bowls lined with a finely grained ash that still wafts out great gusts of heat and intermittent tendrils of smoke that mask the scent of others nearby and shortens the average viewing distance to a few meters. Some might think this vision of fire and stone is a realization of some religious hell, but the old stallion weaving between lit and unlit banks of kindling knows better. He slides his body along invisible walls of warmth with an expression of total satisfaction on his face, soaking up the comforts of increased blood flow, unbound muscles, and joints loosened to smoother gliding by this naturally occurring heat therapy. Lulled to distraction, he's nearly nose to tail with an attractive auburn rump by the time he realizes he's not alone. Curling his neck to stop from blundering directly into the stranger, he peers around the nameless buttocks (though not before taking an appreciative sniff and noting the scattered flecks of white across it) to scan the crowd. Johnny is there, and so is Ki'irha, but the rest he doesn't know. The guy with the lantern hung from his horns was with Rexanna at her birthing of Rein, but Albrecht arrived too late to catch the stallions name. Something with a T maybe? All eyes are turned inward with a palpable intensity. Curious, the old stallion follows the line of sight to an odd sort of exotic bird squatting on top of a glass bottle, something shiny and spherical tucked inside it. Well Albrecht likes shiny. He likes shiny a lot actually. The disk on the auburn rumps face is shiny too, as are the golden cuff on her leg and the glittering scales of the dragon-like Pegasus across the way, but the orb inside the bottle shines brighter than all of those put together and so he passes them by for now, stepping up to the blonde colored fluff with the total lack of giving-a-fuck that only old age can inspire. "Hey there freakish dragon-bird. I admire your technique, but don't you think taking the orb out of the bottle would be even better? Can't have an umber ass with pasty chestnuts right?" OOC // Wishlist No prior refusals. Seeking magic upgrade for :: [ Magic: LightxSpark | Ability to stimulate pleasure centers of brain inducing attraction/affection. ] :: Upgrade | Can focus the effects of this magic on a third party rather than himself. +1 Extra Roll for Herd Champions +1 Extra Roll from Prize List
02-27-2016, 09:00 AM
 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams And they gathered—
A sinister, divine call sweeping far beneath the common consciousness of Helovia, a beckoning which bypassed the mind and headed straight for the bones, dragging their vessels along with them to the Heart of Helovia. Fire-fumes shimmered against a wintry sky, distorting the horizon in a way that was both playful and nauseating at the same time. Contrast was not always a good thing—some things just weren't meant to go together, like fire and snow, obviously, because it made the world buck in displeasure. Still, something had drawn him out here, to a place he didn't exactly desire being near, and as he came closer he realized what it was: a gathering. The fresh scents upon the breeze had likely sparked his subconscious curiosity and drawn him further into the barren Meadow, and now, he was so close he might as well stay and see what the fuss was about. It was rare to see so many Helovians, from so many different herds, gather without a purpose. The closer he came, the more he recognized—Tilney, Amaris, Ivezho, Cirrus, Iona... The list went on, including that sugary pony he'd licked in the Threshold. Bad times. Mauja hung back. He didn't want to be noticed. Didn't want to intrude. Interact. They were gathered around something, and they were oddly silent, like it was some secret ritualistic meeting outsiders were not supposed to understand—someone spoke, a tall, furry unicorn, and he sounded rather gruff and to-the-point. Mauja's dark nostrils widened in a silent snort. They had to be staring at something, but their bodies blocked the view, and he did not care enough to shoulder his way through them to join in the staring. He would leave them to their morbid curiosity, and remain in his own, black-rimmed ears flicking for any voice to reveal why they were all here, next to a churning death-pit of lava. [ Wishlist ] :: [Magic: FirexWind (U) | Ability to summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle. Birds will either heal or harm depending on his intent. ] :: [ Restrictions | 10 small birds or 5 large ones reaching no further out than 5ft. ] +1 Prior Refusal man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
02-27-2016, 07:34 PM
 The Heart Caves were a haunt Nephele often visited when she was not patrolling the Throat, not only for the heat the lava heated walls churned into the cavernous network in the deeps. Especially with Frostfall gripping the land, it was nice to steal what warmth there was still to be found, even if it was from the very essence of Helovia itself. Others seemed to have a similar mind, and while the obsidian hued mare was often not the most social of creatures, found herself holding conversations with those she stumbled into when wandering the underground expanse. It seemed cold weather brought people together, and it was no different today. Odd coloured eyes had spied the bodies sinking into the caverns, but with an unusual fervor than usual, was there something happening? Letting out a soft snort, she pulled her large wings to her sides to gently glide towards the ground — landing with her hind feet first before her slate coloured fronts touched down as well. Long strands of onyx and fire-orange trailed along the dusted ground as her war painted frame slinked, her curves punctuated with every step she took as she followed some of the faces she did not know towards the source of the commotion. Everyone had gathered, all on the account of an unusual looking avian sat upon a bottle of magic. Instantly, her ears pressed forward as she stepped through the crowd to get a better look at this custodian, no doubt charged with determining who was worthy of such a gift — and judging by some of the others who were present, some from her own herd but the majority were unfamiliar save for a scattered few she had spied at the Tiger Goddess battle — it was a stiff competition. What were the requirements to sway the guardian to her favor? If she was worthy of course, no doubt he would want to test that thoroughly with the amount of equines, pegasus and unicorns that had showed up. Wings tucking against her sides all the more to make room for any more that decided to show up, she stayed moderately quiet. The heat and light of the caves kept her in jovial spirits (or as jovial as the amazonian could get in the middle of frostfall), with the soft oranges complimenting her dark pelt and glinting her piercing in a glowing light. Questions had already been voiced, and the warrioress had little else to contribute unless the avian-creature decided to reveal what it wanted. Some questions were good, inquiring and innocent — then some crude comments from a bag of bones which smelled of the basin and cold. In any case, things were about to get interesting, that was something the mare could count on. ______________ WISHLIST :: [ Magic: Fire x Wind | Summons a fiery vortex at her location. ] :: [ Restrictions | Lasts 20-60 seconds. Extending outwards 10m. ] no prior refusals “She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.” ― Terry Pratchett Please tag Neph in all replies! Force & violence permitted with the exception of maiming & death
02-27-2016, 11:21 PM
Wishlist :: [Magic: Light | Her song manipulates another to speak the truth.] :: [Restrictions | Resisting the command causes discomfort. Requires permission to use outside of battle. Lasts for one post in battle.] No prior refusals +2 VOTG Extra Roll (from prizes) IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME ![[Image: 2PHncqI.gif]](http://i.imgur.com/2PHncqI.gif) permission for all except death and dismemberment. ** please tag naerys in replies ** replies slow? check here for status updates.
02-28-2016, 11:35 PM
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