| After a rather interesting reception upon his arrival the golden stallion was especially eager to see what other inhabitants shared this tundra. He wasn't really sure what he was thinking when he had spontaneously decided to join into the "wolf pack" but it was a decision that he could not go back on now. Plus he was sure that either the starry mare or Hotaru would have his hide should he decide to leave and never return. Outside of the band of nomads he had traveled with this was the first time that he had ever actually turned to other beings for company. Life had been harsh back home and without his mother or father he had resorted to living life barely managing to scrape by. Maturity had come with its own challenges as he struggled to find himself amongst the cobwebs and rudeness of others. Fighting had become a way of life for him and it had forged his path to where he now stood, he would not change his ways even for the sake of this so called Basin. Surely the place could use some warriors of high caliber such as himself. As he walked deeper into the unknown ice box it wasn't long before he arrived upon a rather decent gathering he figured was something he should actually pay attention to. Picking his way through the crowd with his head held proudly he finally stopped when he caught sight of the Lady he had exchanged brief words with earlier that day. Glancing around curiously to the many other faces he wondered how many of them were actually intelligent enough to be worthy of his respect. Guess only time would tell but for now it was better to play by the so called rules and bend to their ways of life by keeping his mouth shut. Recalling that the star mare Ki'ihra had been some type of warrior he made a note to find her afterwards and have a little chat about his place in this herd. He sure wasn't planning to sit back and be some passive lump on a log, he was born to be in action and that was exactly what he planned to do. Listening patiently as the others spoke he began to etch together the network of who was who and who did what for this place. It would take awhile but eventually he would know them all by name but for now this was what he needed to resort to. “We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
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03-14-2016, 09:22 PM
Please Tag Me In All Threads
Permission to Attack Or Use Magic Upon with the exception of maiming or death.
03-16-2016, 12:45 AM
-Pixel by Niki-
△△ All friendly/neutral contact is fine but no permanent injury/maiming/death △ △ Please tag me for everything you can, it helps me remember△ △
03-16-2016, 07:39 PM
C A L D E R Calder had little insight on things regarding wolves and sentinels, so he was content to remain mum on the matter. What upset him more than anything was how quick individuals were to react…and to turn on eachother. Perhaps what was the norm here. He struggled to reserve judgment. Calder came from a peaceful place, and he knew he had been lucky in that sense. But he had been offered a place in this herd and was very much sold on the idea of solidarity and family and closeness. He saw none of those things today. Worse, still, those were things he believed this place stood for – things he had offered others in the Threshold. Calder was a loyal creature, but in moments like this he saw little worth being loyal to. He could only imagine what Elspeth was thinking – having come here to find refuge and to heal only to see her own herd at eachother’s throats. It made him uneasy. And in a shallower sense, he was embarrassed. Had he been so wrong about this place and the people in it? Was his judgment so skewed? He said little as he joined the meeting. He looked with concern toward the still-unnamed mare whom had called them forth. His eyes wandered over the unexplained bloodstains on her coat. Yet many seemed more concerened with other business. Thankfully, there were a few voices of reason amongst the crowd and some semblance of order was restored. Calder finally allowed his gaze to wander and found that there were many among them that he recognized – Nox, Rexanna, Zandora, Johnny, and Eldala. However, he took his place next to Elspeth, though he had nothing to contribute to the meeting at this point. His gaze was stony, stoic. If the herd couldn’t be counted upon to keep Elspeth safe – he’d keep his promise regardless. He let out a soft sigh before lowering his head to whisper in Elspeth’s ear, “I dinna even know what to say,” he breathed. There was a distinct tone of disappointment in his voice. Frustration too. But he wasn’t ready to give up yet. Please tag Calder in all posts.
Force & magic are permitted but please check before inflicting severe and/or permanent damage. Pixel by Sourful
03-16-2016, 09:46 PM
Prometheus and Pyr
A call comes on the wintry air—a summons of gathering, dancing on breezes of frost and ice before resounding through the darkened cave. I scowl at the sound, fetid lips cracking as blood and bile drip down my chin, landing with the faintest echo upon the cold stone floor. I look up through disease-ridden eyes, glaring against the light that filters in to invade my shadows. I see your silhouette, already perched near the cavern’s entrance, waiting with a quiet impatience for me to follow. ‘Come, brother.’ You urge, and I growl before lifting myself on thin, putrid legs, knowing that you are right. What good would it do us now, to hide in our shadows as we have done? The time is ours, brother—and we must seize it. Reaching into the deepest parts of my soul, I call upon my magic, allowing it to transform me as I walk towards the outside world. Warmth suddenly floods my bones, the sensation unfamiliar to my rotten body, now masqueraded by the thin, satin guise of life. It is beautiful, isn’t it? From the darkened depths I had crawled, a daemon of death, only to emerge into the light as a god—handsome, strong, and perfect. The line between life and death is so malleable when you have met their fate, known their tactics, and reveled in their strength. What could possibly be more godly than that? Chuckling with a breath far smoother than the dead could ever manage, I creep upon their gatherings, you following ever diligently at my shoulder. I wish I could say that, upon looking at the herd, the Basin’s fortitude is as steadfast and as fierce as it had once been—but alas, they quarrel like children, whining over one another about the pettiest of things. My tongue is sour and my teeth itch to bite, to put them in their place like the infants they pretend to be, but the words die before they are able to leave my lips. Why should we lower ourselves to them, when we are clearly so much more? Scowling, I turn with a sharp flick of my long tail, focusing my attention on the one supposedly named Rexanna. From what I understand, she is the Thief at the head of the spies, and if I am to climb the ranks, then I suppose I will have to acquaint myself with her. It is a tedious process that I loathe, but your steady urging is a fair reminder—I can’t always go for the throat, even if my tongue is wet with thirst. To play nice or cut her down, we will have our glory. I can promise you that, my brother. I shift my gaze as I draw closer to her, searching for a moment to meet the eyes of the Reaper. He berates the little children—as he should—and I dare let slip a smirk, the mirth reaching up to my eyes before they turn again to the golden mare. “Rexanna, isn’t it?” I murmur with a voice like velvet, the coldness of my glowing eyes betraying the smoothness of my words. An archangel I might seem, but the devil still lies within, swathed in macabre lies and black secrets, veiled only by life’s perfect illusion. “I’m Prometheus, a fellow spy,” I almost offer a smile, but already exhausted enough by this charade, I continue smoothly, gesturing as you settle at my side, “and this is Pyr.” notes; He's in his potential form, no wings. I'm sorry if I misplaced or overlooked someone; I didn't read through everyone's posts :3 “Speech.” evil angel nothing but lies and crooked wings
03-21-2016, 02:09 PM
FROSTY & I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING LATE ;-; Dawn is coming
open your eyes
03-21-2016, 11:46 PM
03-28-2016, 03:10 AM
From darkness I understand the night; dreams flow, a star shines Ah! I desire Evenstar.
The ocean mare had been just outside the Basin’s borders when the meeting had been called to assemble. Her Lady’s voice, comforting despite being largely unfamiliar, comes to her as a whisper rather than a cry; drifting on frosty breezes to tickle her ears, it touches her attention with soft, feathery fingers. Raising her head from where she had been quarrying through the snow, Tiamat glances through the trees, dainty ears slanting forward and her leonine tail arcing behind her. The summons is unmistakable, and wanting to show nothing but respect and obedience to her leaders, she moves quickly. Cloven hooves cut neatly through the white snow, carrying her at a sweeping trot through the mountain woods. Arching her slender neck, the blue mare reaches nimbly towards her shoulder, braiding in the new herbs she had found to the collection in her hair (managing to only almost trip in the process). Pushing herself into an easy canter when she reaches the Basin’s borders, Tiamat follows the myriad of mingling scents towards the heart of their homeland. There is already a sizable gathering assembled by the time the ocean mare reaches the fringes of the meeting. She comes to a gradual halt, the white clouds of her breath billowing upwards to frame her bright eyes, taking a moment to cast smiles to those around her before she focuses on their superiors. Her heart twists painfully at the sight of her bloodied Lady, and she leans a step forward with an instinct to help, but reason manages to dissuade her from rushing forward. After all, it wouldn’t be polite to disrupt the herd meeting; so deciding that she will address it later, she settles back again. White eyes shift to Deimos when he begins to speak, his deep voice ringing out in description of a threat: Gull, who has apparently attacked and stolen from them. Gull?! Tiamat remembers the painted pegasus, remembers his broken body on the pearly sands, and how she—along with the aid of two others—had healed him. He couldn’t possibly be a threat, could he? The last thing she wants to do is doubt her leader (who has been nothing but gracious and kind to her), but she simply can’t understand the disdain against Gull, who hadn’t wounded her in the slightest. Pursing her lips together, the blue mare tucks her thoughts away for consideration. Perhaps she should explain to Deimos how she had been unharmed? Perhaps he will understand? She narrows her eyes slightly in her ponderings, almost too caught up in them to notice when the meeting moves on. It is her name that rouses her attention. Perking her ears sharply forward, her head rises as she looks past the throng of bodies to where her Lord stands, his words somehow echoing perfectly across the distance between them. “We would also like to honor Tiamat as a Time Mender for her dedication and skills.” Her world stops for a moment, her mind cocooned in a haze of euphoria that is so sudden, so intense, that everything else momentarily fades away. “A Time Mender?” She gasps, the words so foreign, so incredibly sweet across her tongue, that she can’t help but smile. For years she has dreamed of this day—of this opportunity, this beautiful and marvelous gift. It is surreal for such a dream to become reality. “A Time Mender!” She repeats breathlessly, more confidently this time, with a peal of laughter managing to bubble from her lips. With all of her previous thoughts forgotten, the rest of the meeting passes by in a blur, the ocean mare far too enraptured in her joy to be pulled down by the quarrels of her herd mates. Only when there is a lull does she move, gently weaving her way through the crowd, to approach the meeting’s head when it seems appropriate. Looking to the dark stallion, she grins happily, the strength of her delight reaching to illuminate her eyes. “My Lord,” Tiamat bows her head respectfully, her smile never fading, “thank you.” For a moment that is all she can say, her throat tightened by only the best emotions, words seemingly lost to her euphoria. The ocean mare glances down briefly, shifting her weight and swallowing before looking back to dark, cobalt eyes. “I feel so honored, and so thankful, for this opportunity. It is a gift I will cherish, and I hope to never disappoint you.” It is from her heart that she speaks—from the love of healing that is so interwoven into her soul that it has become a part of her, from her desire to help, and from the love that she holds for this beautiful, beautiful home. notes; OMG I FINALLY GOT HER TO THE MEETING ONLY FOREVER LATE WOOO ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH HEATHER AND BRIT!:DD “Speech.” please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
04-03-2016, 10:14 PM
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