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#1
I'm Only Here For One Thing


Dark hooves dug into the stony earth beneath them. They carried a speckled bodice rather proudly, a thick neck arched as deep purple eyes surveyed everything sceptically. Calculating. Not out of fear, nor out of curiosity. He was simply making sure that nothing in the area looked better, or could threaten, to look better than him.

Glass Shards, if he had nothing else, had his pride. There wasn't much else to him, besides his vanity and self-absorbed attitude. If the conversation didn't revolve around him, then he wasn't interested. If there wasn't something to gain, he wasn't interested. He certainly wasn't interested in even looking at messy fellow equines.
A cool breeze tousled his cream mane and tail, and he took a deep breath. The mountain air was so crisp, so beautiful, and apparently unclaimed. The scent of anothers marking was not present. A welcome change. Though he didn't do much to avoid claimed lands. A little trouble every once in a while, spiced things up. Otherwise things were far too dull, and dull was unacceptable.

He was unsure what he was searching for in this place. Perhaps he was lonely, though his own maw would never admit such a thing. He only needed himself, is what he told himself. But on occasion, when the night was deep into its rule, and his eyes refused to rest. Memories of his past would invade his psyche, and till up memories he had long laid to rest. Those nights were unwelcomed, but to his fortune, far and few between.

He continued on his way, proud stance never wavering with each step, winding through the path that cut through the woods.

Colt Posts: 68
Hidden Account atk: 3.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Equine :: 14 hh :: 5 years HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
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#2

The Gunslinger is in mourning. She has failed her children, her Empire, herself. Deep in the confines of her mind she can hear her father, laughing at her in her failure. Colt had lost one, the promising one. She let the children wander too far from her, let them get caught up in the wonders of the outside world where she could not control them. And there they disappeared. Kid returned to her even when, hours before, her hooves beat into his flesh and her teeth grasped his hide. He was a loyal son, and for such she was grateful. But Sabre, the one who was growing tall and beautiful, perfectly chaotic and strong, did not. At first she did, wandering in and out of the forest behind her brother (or simply on her own), and returning when she thought it most appropriate. Colt was a fool to offer freedom without consequence the way she had been, giving up on the harsh punishments for abandoning her sides as her children grew up. Sabre disappeared. The night stole her away, swallowed her whole and refused to give her back. Weeks have passed and there are still no signs of her return. 

And Kid, he has become something else. Rebellious since the beginning, he has defied every rule she has set in place for him, one day even dragging his aunt Nymeria (sister of Volterra) to their home and telling Colt that he was her apprentice now. She had wanted to burst out laughing at that idea, that Kid was seeking out someone that wasn't her to teach him the handles of life. But there was no falsity in his tones, nothing but seriousness in the way he handled the situation. Perhaps she was the child now, trying to fight a woman she could not even fathom facing (she backed down, regrettably). Ever since the disappearance of his twin, Kid had begun to distance himself from her. Perhaps he sensed it too, heard the tick tick tick of the bomb in her breast, knowing well the consequences of lingering too close. So he spent a majority of his time outside of the forest, far away from her and her unpredictable explosives. And so it was. 

Colt dragged herself to the Threshold, thinking that perhaps the reaping of souls was in order. Whomever she came across, she would consider heavily. The Empire was in need, desperate for more than herself. Diesel, her one recruit, had gotten his ass stolen and he never thought it worth it to return to her. And so the Empire remained quiet and empty, passive while Helovia moved on from the era of supremacy and into the dawn of thievery and bandits. 

She patrols the forest hastily, thoroughly inspecting each horse she stumbles across, wings? Horns? They were in abundance, Colt's ears falling back and teeth grinding together each time she caught sight of them. Damn the over population of them, the once popular equine now a dwindling handful where half of them were flower sniffing pansies. God damn, what happened to the good old days when you could have a chat about the shittiness of life with someone less than pleasant? Colt is just about to give up when her eyes meet a promising speckled body, smile growing wide as iron eyes are alight with the joy of finding someone with potential. Her strides are long despite her stout legs, tail crossing over brindled thighs as she calls out to the man. "You there," her voice is rough and deep, sights locked onto the target as the words carry. "Who are you, traveler?" She looks him over, noting the arched neck and thick muscle, stone cold face melting subtly at the sight of someone who wasn't repulsing. Let's just hope he wasn't another flower eating shit bag like the rest of them. 
"TALK TALK TALK"


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throwing colt in so she can offer him a place in the empire! c: also, you miiight wanna make your font size just a little bigger!
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Deep purple eyes stared as she approached. Critical, from a distance at first, but then he realized she was coming right towards him. She carried herself with purpose. She wasn't terrible looking, in fact he quite liked her markings. Of course not more than his own. Still, she might be worth a small amount of his time.

His ears flicked, the wind annoyingly tussling his cream hair once again, making it more of a mess. He shook his head and neck to put it back where he belonged. He wasn't going to be speaking first that was for sure. He was better than having to be the first to speak in a conversation. He didn't care what she wanted, unless it could be something entertaining.

Shard's deep eyes squinted as she spoke. Not the prettiest voice he has ever heard, but still. He was hopeful for a good conversation in the least. "Sound's like you've been through one too many forest fires, sweetheart." He said with his lips stretching in a smug smirk. His own voice was smooth, and cool, a bit on the softer side. Just like he liked it. Absolutely perfect it was.

"My name is Glass Shards, but you will call me Shard." He said with almost authority. A conversation, or a fight. Either way. It was something to do. Entertainment. Just as long as he could heal the scars somehow.

"Who're you, and what is it that you want from me?" He asked, eyeing her up once again. He was kind of jealous of her color, but he reminded himself that his own was beautiful and striking.

((OOC: Ah thank you! I didn't realize how small it would make it! Also, I'm sorry if its not very good. I'm very rusty! Its been years!

Rhea Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#4

Blue skies always made for a glorious day of flying especially when the wind was exactly the way you wanted it. Swooping down from heights of over a thousand feet the hybrid felt at ease for once in her life, things were changing and for some reason it felt as if things were going in the right direction. While she was resistant to joining into this group that Ashamin had founded she was slowly settling into the idea of being a part of it. Instead of forcing ranks like some of the herds each member was given the ability to choose their poison and take what it was they wanted out of life. There were minimal rules which definitely suited her just fine and you could come and go as you pleased. Being somewhat of a outcast for most of her life it was difficult to find something to fit into when you are the one wanting to call the shots and just be who she wanted to be.

Spotting movement down below her in the trees the dark mare banked sharply to once again take a look. From what she could tell it was a lone stallion and a mare which could always prove for an interesting conversation. Shrugging her shoulders she decided that she might as well drop in and see what was going on. Gaining a little bit of height to find a place she could slip though the trees she headed for the first gap and descended through. Landing as lightly as possible she carefully folded her wings so not to damage them before heading off in the direction she had noted the stallion and mare to be.

Slinking through the underbrush it took only a few minutes to zero in on her targets and breach onto the scene with her head held level and her body moving flawlessly. Bi-coloured optics slide carefully over the stallion first noting his muscular appearance and the rather cocky tone to his voice before slipping over to pass over the mare. Nodding in greeting to the mare she turned carefully to the stallion who called himself by the name of Shard. It was a rather interesting name if she did say so but it was the way he said it that caught her attention. He was one who was used to getting exactly what he wanted, she could have a little bit of fun with that. "Hello Shard, my name is Rhea and I have a proposition for you." She stated letting her eyes search out his to catch his full attention.

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Dacianna Posts: 55
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.1hh :: 4 Y/O HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
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#5

Which way was it to the Dragons Throat? South—then what?

She ended up in the Threshold in the end, as usual; she procrastinated delving into the unknown. She knew it was near the Veins, she’d been to the Veins, and it probably wasn’t that difficult, she was most likely being lazy. The scholar sighed at her lack discipline, like being addicted to the juiciest grasses, she was addicted to plucking fresh faces from the claiming forests. As she strolled through she watched as the birds hurried back with worms to feed tiny mouths and listened to the gentle noises of the woodland. It was peaceful, nice even; maybe that was why she kept coming back here, not only for the unknowing strangers who blundered in.

The sound of voices dragged her from the place she was admiring to another, where the scents of both familiar and strange fill her nostrils. Another had stumbled across Helovia and she was late to greet him, there were others quicker to pounce. Dacianna emerged from behind a cluster of bushes and into the small group of gathered who came to admire the new guy in town.

“Hello” she chimed into the conversation, eying the stranger with a calculating gaze—he was bay and spotty with alluring purple eyes. They were around the same height and he spoke in a manner no stranger should speak in a land he had never been to. Yet, Dacianna held back her distaste from her features, allowing the benefit of the doubt, maybe his past had made him this way.

A smaller dun mare also lingered near him; one she recognised from being here before and the other was a hybrid whom Dacianna had never met.

“You, Shard the Scholar began, brightly, cutting straight to the point lest she lose her target by mincing her words, answering his question what do you want from me? She paused a moment to try grab his attention, wondering how she would be received by the rest gathered and if the stranger had realised what was going on. It was always a little awkward jumping into conversations, but Dacianna held the Worlds Edge at heart and plunged into it with determination. “Welcome to Helovia, I’m Dacianna here looking for workers, I offer a home in return” she suggested. Perhaps she was too bold, perhaps he would not appreciate her interruption or perhaps he was just a passer by, but the scholar didn’t want a single chance to pass by.



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