Random Event She didn’t know exactly how it happened, but it did. She was just visiting this pond, swimming on through and minding her own business like a good fish, when she had decided to snack on some hazelnuts that had dropped into the water. After that - everything was different. She knew things. Most of these things didn’t make any sense to the salmon… perhaps she was supposed to eat all of the hazelnuts? But they made her so bloated so she had to stop!
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05-11-2016, 10:34 AM
05-11-2016, 12:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2016, 01:49 PM by Aisling.
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05-11-2016, 01:44 PM
The call of Thunder
The primitive brute had never flown this far north before, but with birdsong in the air and frostfall fading to memory, the beast had spread his great wings and decided to fly. Not a small glide to the mainland to stretch his legs upon the mirror of the world, this flight would shake the dust from his bones and allow his impressive wingspan to cast shadows upon the meadow and beyond. His flight brought him northward until the glinting reds speckled within the snow capped mountains caught his attention. Interest caught, the stallion banked and began his descent into the thicket of red waters and dappled tree's. Hind legs engaged to touch the earth before his forelimbs, he landed with an audible thump within the glade, like a drum signalling an on coming storm. Cantering to a stop as his wings folded against his sides, he allowed himself a moment to be still, take in the surroundings and see if anybody else had also entered this unusual patch of land. Seeing nothing within his immediate vicinity, the brute moved forwards, ears perked towards the sounds of rushing water, it was a good place as any to fill up and move out if there was nothing worth noting. Draevo's eyes eventually landed upon a petite mare as he entered the watery thicket. "M'ath." A rumbled snort accompanied his words, a rough greeting intended to be much kinder than his primal chords could manage. She was the color of creams from other lands and herds which had peppered the outer ridges of his homeland, and barely reached his shoulder. A humored noise rose in the back of his throat, and he swung his great bulk closer towards the water. Once there, he dipped his muzzle in and had been content to drink his fill in great, noisy mouthfuls until the hazelnuts also caught his attention. She seemed to be of little threat, and so the warrior had been content to leave her be and let her engage him if she so chose. Some might have been wary of carefully placed treats by the waters edge, Draevo not so much, sooty lips lipped for one and brought it into his mouth. Crunching interrupted when the pale fae began to speak, ear flicked forward to catch her words and drop his gaze to the fish she appeared to be talking to. Dawning on him with her words that this large fish had been protecting an egg that had not come from her, his tail flicked at his hocks and his head raised. The egg itself was too big for a fish, and kept on dry land. Mothers were strong in his land, and to intrude too close to their young was a death sentence, so he kept a respectable distance from the fish's adopted egg. "Mai keep safe what is not hers." There is respect in his tone for the fish's actions, she could all too easily have made herself a target for egg thieves and bandits. "Brave." He added, head dropping to get a better look at the koi mother. M'ath - greeting. Mai - mother. the unrelenting fury of the storms SEEKING :: [SS :: Common :: Wakiya] WISHLIST :: LE CLICK No prior refusals.
05-11-2016, 03:46 PM
BRENDAN HARDSHIP OFTEN PREPARES AN ORDINARY PERSON FOR AN EXTRAORDINARY DESTINY Together we roamed. I am not used to having to look after anyone but myself. But the fact remains that I am now bonded to a hellhound just like my Father. Arwen rests upon my back as I move. I wanted to explore, and she wants to sleep. So well, we compromised. In all honesty, I was really returning to look for my mother. After all, this had been the last place I had seen her before Alanna had taken me back to the Falls the first time. I should of stayed then, as maybe now I would know where my Father is. But there is nothing I can do about that now. Arwen stirs slightly on my back, and I stop. Thankfully I am not very tall yet, as the pup leaps from my back and takes off running. "Arwen!" I call after her, giving chase at once. We move in and out of the trees, past the place where Mother had left me. It is only when she stops, that I see what she is leading me to. There are already two others here, gathered near some water with... What's that.... Another egg?! I glance to Arwen who is standing proudly at my hooves. I move forward, unable to resist the idea of one of the hazelnuts I sudden see laying along the waters edge. I eat only one, i'm not greedy after all. That's when I see her. The salmon laying protectively around the egg. I smile softly, glad to know that at least this egg was well looked after. "Mother fish, what happened to the egg's mother?" I ask curiously. I look to the other two, wondering if they had asked the same. Arwen, happy with herself for leading me here flops down under where I stand. After all, she is just a pup. Her run had tired her out. It's not long before soft puppy snores can be heard from under me. This of course leaves me wondering... If I am picked to look after this new egg, can I really look after all three of us on my own? "Talk" Brendan can bond to two companions Wants: Dragon | Frost Breath Wishlist Prior Refusals: None
05-11-2016, 05:24 PM
"I'll let them know what bad means."
I didn't have to sneak out behind Mother's back per usual, instead watching her willingly let me go out on my own (it's a miracle!) as a so called "reward for my improvement". I have a feeling it's all because of my behavior over the past few weeks, of me playing the stoic and intelligent child she's always dreamed of having— an observant illusionist, where my emotions are sinking further and further away from the surface and my eyes are keen. I've held my tongue and preached of supremacy all for her satisfaction and approval— itching to be her favourite despite knowing full well that I may never get that title (not with my small physique and shitty personality). So I took the chance and booked it, making sure beforehand that she was in a well enough mood and wouldn't come barreling after me prepared to bite my head off (a real threat). I take my time picking my way through the forest until I reach the edge, scattered shards of light breaking through the canopy as I step beyond the boundaries of the forest and march on. I don't have any predetermined destination, letting my hooves carry me where they wish— following that subtle pull of magic towards a location I've been to only once before. It doesn't seem to be a coincidence that I return to the same place I received my crown for a second prize, bubblegum eyes instantly drawn to the gathered few around the small body of water— shimmering red reflecting all the curious faces as they gaze at something in awe. My strides lengthen (to as long as they can get with these short and stubby legs), carrying me to the object of awe. It's an egg, mottled and precious— drawing me in with hums and a tugging in my gut— like magic almost. It seems I'm not the only one, for everyone else has their eyes drawn to the egg and the fish submerged beside the nest, seemingly waiting for us all to gather. Others have stooped down to eat up hazelnuts that are scattered around our feet, my eyes trailing after each hazelnut that gets consumed before focusing on one of the ones presented to me (more like conveniently placed). Do I eat one too? As everyone else is, I take the time to take one up into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully at the brand new taste. Interesting... I don't know why we've all decided to eat these hazelnuts before this pond specifically, and why no one else has complained about the sogginess of the nuts, but it seems to me that there is a reason behind it. Others are beginning to comment on the fish, calling her brave and thoughtful for her actions— deeming her "mother fish". Did the fish even understand us? I peer at her (why are we even assuming it's a her?) Probably because father's always fail to be there (which isn't true, but from my experience...). It's a kind gesture to guard an egg that is not her own, a motherly instinct perhaps (if we're assuming that fish is female)— but understandable. She could have simply left it, swam away and done whatever fish do, yet she chose to stay by its side. Whatever life lies within the egg is surely precious (the egg is considerably larger than any bird egg I've happened upon, and this magic— it must be something special), and maybe the fish was also drawn to the quiet power it emits? Whatever the case, we were all here now with "Talk." wishlist, seeking a red dragon w/ fire breath kid the boy king
05-11-2016, 06:20 PM
05-12-2016, 02:10 AM
ilios
It had been a while since the ivy masked stallion had found himself here. The last time he had been here he had met a pretty light colored mare. She had been from the Edge, and smoke bellowed from her lunges with each breath. Her name had been Auriel and she had made the trip to the Blood falls amazing. He smiled softly as he flew slowly over the scarlet land. Everything about this place made him curious. Why was it all red? Even the water was scarlet, like blood. Instead of seeing the horror behind it he turned it to beauty. He liked to think of it like rubies instead of blood. There was no reason to see how horrible something so beautiful it could be instead. Silver eyes glinted as they picked out the sight of several horses gathered by a scarlet pond. Silently he circled once or twice before slowly descending. With a loud thump he landed behind the group and folded his wings close to his body. A smile touched his face as he carefully moved through the bodies. His nose quivered as he picked up the scent of him home wafting from a large black and blue male. Stopping beside him he nodded to his herd brother before turning to see what everyone was looking at. Hunger and greed clawed at his belly as he caught sight of the musty looking egg resting upon some rocks. Sharp eyes caught sight of the massive fish guarding it. He watched the creature for a moment before looking at the egg again. He wanted that egg more than anything else in this moment. He lonely heart longed to have the second part of his soul. Talk Words;; 287 OOC/Tags;; Seeking a Rougarou with Flame ONE Two Three Four Five WISHLIST I'd sell my soul just to see your face. And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain. You must be true to your heart..
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05-12-2016, 10:11 PM
Seeking: Dragon, fire breath Wishlist: x Priors: 1
05-13-2016, 11:32 PM
Bend your chest open so I can read your heart
I need to get inside or I'll start a war
It was day but darkness engulfed the sun. It was not an instantaneous change, but her internal clock (forever ticking on its countdown to zero) knew that it should not be nighttime already. (Even nighttime was a generous description for the state of the sky—there were no moon or stars but instead a gray oblivion shrouded by a rich and black pattern of leaves.) The trees grew taller and taller as she penetrated the deep forest, until their quivering branches scraped the sky; in this forest even her brother would be dwarfed. Despite the eldritch atmosphere, she wandered without concern for her well-being. She was, along with the many others, drawn towards the elusive promise of power in friendship. Lilómiel hissed, his tongue clicking in disapproval as they encroached on the swell of bodies surrounding the water. Her eye was drawn not towards the others (although she subconsciously charts them: compact pony, grandiose warrior, paint, Kid, unicorn, etc, etc) but towards their focus. Anyone accustomed to the ways of Helovian rites would know what such a gathering would indicate: that is to say a prize. And greedy like all the rest, Nymeria drifts forward hungrily, jostling amongst the others to stay her gaze upon the egg. No. Her dragon’s dismay is palpable; he flutters his wings in anxious repose, beating his feathered tail against her broad back. For a moment she considers his argument. Then she shakes her head and snorts softly, quashing his concerns without a care. She knew how he felt—she knew because they were tied intimately in heart and soul—but she also knew that having four eyes watching her back was better than two. After the incident with Abraham (overpowered, outnumbered, outgunned) she understood the benefits that could be reaped by a second splitting of herself… if she could take it. (Nymeria thought she could. But didn’t everyone?) Although her The rest of them (many, if perhaps not all) lower their heads to nibble at the nuts scattered upon the soil. She glances at them, idly curious, before refusing to participate in dinner. Rather than eat, she turns herself back towards the fish cloaked beneath the water’s veil. It was true that these… things often called for strange actions, but she doubted the wisdom of eating what she hadn’t eaten before just because others were. She waits. OOC: Has the genetic mutation to bond to two companions. Wishlist: Link. Dragon with Toxic Breath. Refusals: Common SS Royal SS
05-14-2016, 03:38 AM
Oh the Queen of peace always does her best to please,
But is it any use? Somebody's gotta lose. ---x---
Dacianna trekked northwards, away from the furnace in the veins in search of greenery and waterfalls. Her mission from Tembovu was still horribly incomplete and her next destination was the Hidden Falls, the half waypoint and the only area she sort of knew the vicinity of which it sat (from a chance meeting with Cirrus). Her footsteps echoed through the woodland, the Moon’s potion still doing a good job of making sure she was heard in every direction and Dacianna was constantly paranoid about it. What if a mountain lion heard? Her feet were finally silent during the night, but instead it was replaced with her coat shining like a massive sign “here! Come eat me!” The gold touched roan, however, was stubborn to the bone and refused to think she couldn’t handle the task. She could and she would. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. The landscape changed as she travelled and one day she found herself in woodland that blushed a glorious red. Even the water was coloured with merlot and tempted the eyes forever deeper into its depths. She is saved from falling foul of its trickery, however, by the chattering and splashing nearby. She counts nine by the riverside, nine horses and Dacianna panics for a moment. Had she stumbled into some secret meeting? It wasn’t like she could stumble into anything anymore either, her feet made her sound like a giant and her voice could never reach a whisper. She couldn’t even eavesdrop that well and so she bit the bullet, loudly clopping over to see what was so interesting. A fish! A fish that guarded something. The Philosopher watched the others, some who curiously ate what looked like hazelnuts scattered across the floor and asked after the egg that the salmon guarded. Dacianna frowned. Why were there nine horses all hovering over an egg? Was this some strange Helovian custom she had yet to learn? What was an egg to a horse? A ball? Was it a game? The questions went on. She was a little reluctant to add her own voice to the crowd, unsure what a horse could do for a salmon or an egg for that matter. She leant down and sniffed the nuts scattered on the ground before her gaze returned to the salmon questionably. "Does your sleeping babe eat hazelnuts?" she asked, completely confused by the entire situation. Seeking: Griffin :: Ice Blade wishlist No Prior Refusals. I'd like to use one extra votg roll from my prize list please! :) Don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before,
The chair is an island darling, you can't touch the floor
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05-14-2016, 10:14 AM
Seeking Roc Zephyr Wishlist No prior refusals I'd like to use 1 of my VOTG rolls :) Please tag Vesper in every post. Force and magic are permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury. image credit
I left mom again. She is preoccupied with whatever bothers her. It's okay though. I like adventuring (Wonder if mom and pa did too?) and I have found myself a most interesting place! Now, I have actually been here before, but not this far down. I was by the falls last time. But the river still ran a blood red, and I still found it fascinating. Ah, but I wandered from the bloody river, only to find a pond, surrounded by a mass of creatures. I move closer, my head dipping, and tilting, a soft snort coming from my nostrils. I wade through the edges of the water, and each person has something to say. But I am unconcerned. I am fascinated with the egg that a... That a salmon guarded? My eyes where wide as I pushed my way through to look, a soft coo coming out of my maw. My eyes turn to look at a pretty mare asking about the hazelnuts and I just need to investigate. My nose lowers as I move towards them, sniffing the hazelnuts. Oh they smell delicious. My head lifts to look at the salmon guardian. "Can I try one? They smell so yummy!" I was talking to a salmon who guarded a egg, surrounded by winged and horned and those without, and I wanted to try some hazel nuts... It was a strange day indeed. "Talk." Kvasir mama, just killed a man put a gun against his head pulled my trigger, now he's dead mama, life had just begun but now i've gone and thrown it all away mama, ooo didn't mean to make you cry Notes: [color=#000000][size=x-small][font=monospace] Seeking a common Rougarou with shadow magic. No prior refusals. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=22882 <-Wishlist
05-14-2016, 08:17 PM
[ Zephyr/Phoenix | a flame-feathered bird that will burn all except its bonded. ] Previous Refusals : One Wishlist I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires.
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05-14-2016, 11:17 PM
05-15-2016, 05:46 AM
Action: Milo does not know enough about companions and can't speak, so is not able to answer. He moves closer to the salmon and tries to speak to ask a question but fails. Seeking: Dragon, fire breath Priors: 1
05-15-2016, 08:20 AM
05-16-2016, 07:38 PM
"I'll let them know what bad means."
The expanding crowd grows ever larger, collecting the masses from strangers to familiars to family alike— unfortunately for me, an unfamiliar stallion approaches, red roaned and bulky in a way I'm only newly familiar with (Volterra, a similar mass of a grandfather I've never met). We share blood (unknowingly), his bold question passing through one ear and out of the other as he approaches, ears twitching as I train my bubblegum gaze on the salmon rather than him— whoever he was, he had no right to question my bloodlines when he hadn't even offered an introduction himself (really, doesn't he know what manners are? I'm not going to confess to my ties to a complete stranger). The unknown stallion is brushed aside as I spy Nymeria, ears pricking in hopes she'll notice me and come my way— dismayed that she lingers so far away (I want to call for her). I suppose it's understandable that this kind of competition forms temporary divides between blood, forcing families to compete for the favour of a precious and spectacular item. As much as I wanted to Three statements are presented, a. b. and c.— which of the three are true I do not know (these are not questions I would think to ask Mother, companions are not yet a relevant topic of discussion). We're to take a gander, to take a lucky guess at which of the three statements is true— my mind plays with each option carefully, picking them apart to analyse them as I see fit (paying attention to detail is a skill I've already begun to master). Statements are usually fact, lest they be spoken by someone unknowing of their falsity. Did this salmon know which was the correct answer? My eyes linger on the aquatic creature before dragging over to Nymeria, wondering if she was mulling over the question as well, praying for a miracle. I look back down into the water, heaving a great sigh as my mind cannot settle on which answer to choose. What makes the most sense to me? Which seems the most plausible? I bite at my lip (it's going to bleed soon I know it), stressing over the proper answer. Already someone has spoken out about the first statement (a.), and received no response. The fish must be waiting for us all to cast in our answers, my eyes flickering among the faces in the crowd and wondering if anyone else was stumped or if there was one of those assholes who knew which statement was true but was going to wait last minute before saying it. I decide (with little confidence for once in my short life) my answer, hoping that fate allowed me to be the lucky winner. But before I share my answer, a question rolls from my tongue as I stare down into the reflective pool. "But what if all are true? Or none at all? For you say which statement do we think is true." I talk directly at the fish, staring into the weirdly intelligent black eyes of the salmon while my voice was lost in the silence of the group, shifting my weight back and forth as I waited another few heartbeats. "If I must choose one however, I choose C." And that was that, I'd sealed my fate. "Talk." seeking red dragon w/ fire breath kid chooses statement C using x2 of my votg rolls kid the boy king
05-16-2016, 08:36 PM
The call of Thunder
More come to the gathering and the stallion takes his time to properly look each one over, maybe some from the throat would show up? Who knew, he'd flown north by himself, who was to say anymore of the throaters had business this far towards the snow capped mountains. His thoughts are expressed with a shrug of his sloping shoulder and another large breath escaping his thick nostrils. His thought's are broken by a buckskin and green stallion who approaches him, he recognizes the scent of home on the younger stud, and his wings spread in a warm greeting. "M'ath, lajak." Draevo fell silent after that, it seemed that the fish had something to say. He might've bellowed a roaring laugh, if the fate of a small creature didn't hang in the balance. The mother fish spoke and his ears pressed forward, there are a lot of words that he struggles to follow. Though his time in the throat has improved his capability to follow the common tongue for extended periods of time. Sometimes? It's just too much, his ears want to flatten and his hind leg wishes to stamp against the dirt in frustration. He refrained and is rewarded in the end by the fish declaring she wants to play a game. A game? that is something he can at least agree to and follow. A pity then, that it's announced as a game of intelligence and wit. Now, he's not a stallion devoid of a brain, his skills are not cunning or those that a spider would deploy to catch a fly, there is intelligence in warfare, in honing the body and knowing your enemy. But language barriers and his lack of knowledge within Helovia sets him at an obvious disadvantage, lightning hued eyes traveled momentarily to his herd brother beside him. Did he know the answer to the mother fish's question? The first one seems factual, something he might buy. The latter two raise an invisible eyebrow to them, why would a dragon with green eyes die? and why would something magical fear a monkey? Draevo wracks his brain as much as he can, annoyance pinching his brow. Could a fish be capable of duplicity? masking the correct answer as something silly, or did it's mumbled words about brain power hold truth? Wings shrug against his sides, as he makes his decision. "Draevo think first correct." the unrelenting fury of the storms SEEKING :: [SS :: Common :: Wakiya] WISHLIST :: LE CLICK No prior refusals. Draevo chooses answer A.
05-16-2016, 09:21 PM
BRENDAN HARDSHIP OFTEN PREPARES AN ORDINARY PERSON FOR AN EXTRAORDINARY DESTINY More came. Still more came. How many lives were dying to be intertwined with another soul? Each of us I am sure hoped we would walk away with the egg as our own. Arwen stirs under me. It would be nice for her to have a sibling of sorts. As they all file in, a few also eat the hazelnuts and some opt not to. However the huge fish mother speaks to me, in answer to my question. “Cods only know! That’s why I’m looking for a new keeper for it.” My eyes light up slightly, knowing the seriousness of this. Whoever was chosen would be bonded to that life forever. Just as I was now bonded to Arwen for life. Others came and spoke, and the mother fish answered then as well. It was not until a large group had gathered that the mother fish got everyone's attention all at once. “We’re going to play a game.” My eyes narrowed. A game? A game would decide the precious egg's fate? I hope she knows what she is doing. We are given three choices, and asked to pick the one that is true. I would need all the luck I could get to be chosen. I take each one, thinking them over. I am young, but like to think I am wise for my age. The first one, A. The average airspeed velocity of an unladen griffin is 75 km/hr (47 miles/hr).... I do not know much of griffins. The next one, B. You’ll never find a rougarou that can turn into a proboscis monkey because that is the only animal they truly fear. I look to Arwen. Did all of our companions have one animal they fear more than any other? So far, she has been nothing but curious and full of energy. The last, C. Green eyes are seen as unlucky in dragon offspring and those born with them rarely live to adulthood. The short times i've seen and spent time with Father, he spoke of the dragons his mother had known. Her mother, which would make her my great grandmother was bonded to a brown dragon with green eyes. So that one can not be true. "I feel that the only logical answer, would be A." I hope that I am right. I would hate to be eliminated this early on. "Talk" Brendan can bond to two companions Wants: Dragon | Frost Breath Wishlist Prior Refusals: None I'd also like to add that I would like to use a VOTG roll from my prize list. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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