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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#1

Deep in the crystal cavern, the trio were provided with some much needed relief from the heat. They formed a line as they moved through the Crystal Cavern, Rakt leading at the front and Lochan at the back, tasked with memorizing the way they had come. Given his trademark poor sense of direction, Ashamin stayed between them and let himself be led through the narrow, labyrinthine corridors of ancient crystal.

Since discovering the words to unlock the power in his spinal piece, the Clovenheart had taken to wearing it more so he could adjust to the weight of it on his back. The antlers were not particularly heavy, but the way that they were fastened took some getting used to. It would protect his back, but also hinder his motions in some settings, so he figured the best way to become used to it was to shackle himself with its limitations even when it wasn’t necessary. That way, when it was…

Ahead of him, Rakt jumped and goat-kicked at the thought. Ashamin stopped short to avoid the cerndyr’s hooves and nickered a warning: "Careful Rakt, this is not the thistle meadow." And it was true, that they were in an entirely different setting. They had spent much of their time in the open air aboveground, and though the crystal cavern was cooler than the sunny expanses above there was much less room to maneuver. Ashamin turned back to glance at Lochan, but there was no need to issue the dark cerndyr the same warning. Lochan was, as always, well behaved and doing as he should. The Little Eye was determined that they not be lost underground, or trapped forever in the tight passages lined with precious stones.

""
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an alignment to cry of my heart
to see the beauty of love
AS IT WAS M A D E TO BE
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Rhea Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
nickel
#2

Things had been confusing the mare ever since she could remember but only over the last few months did she feel really out of sorts. After leaving the Basin she had thought that her problems would have been solved but actually they were only just beginning. Her meeting with Rikyn had opened her eyes to the dark desires of herself but she had forbid any such thoughts to continue especially with the likes of him. It was a dark day that she had almost given up and returned to the Basin when she had met the painted stallion Ashamin who had quite literally changed the way she had thought about things. Needless to say she had given up on going back north quite quickly when he had offered her a way out. A group had been the suggestion and something like that was much more appealing to her rather than a herd at this point in time. She could still do as she pleased without being weighed down by rules and formalities of a herd setup. Up to this point she still felt a restlessness inside of her that couldn't quite be satisfied but no matter where she went the nagging feeling would remain.

Tipping herself forward into a descent the hybrid prepared herself for landing as the dusty plains rose up before her. It had been here that Ashamin had said to meet him when he had finished up his business and keeping true to her word (for once) she had come. Hooves sank deeply into the mixture of sand and dirt causing her to stagger slightly as her legs once again bore her full weight, while not as graceful as she would have liked it was the best she could do given the dryness of the terrain. Tucking her wings carefully to her sides the dark mare paused at the mouth of the caves hesitant to return to a place of such horrid memories. Living here during the darkness had been a time she was not pleased to have to remember but unfortunately it was the only choice back then. Snorting with a shake of her head she set her shoulders and walked deeper into the tunnels she knew fairly well refusing to let memories turn her away from going anywhere. She was no coward and she had never been a softie, there was no way in hell that she was going to start now.

Stone slowly changed to crystal the deeper she descended into the belly of the caves bringing with it light from somewhere above. It was eerie how the crystals reflected their light in the same way her markings did making her wonder just how she had gotten them in the first place. Was it really layers of crystal beneath her flesh causing this unnatural phenomenon? Guess there were some thing that she would never know the answer to. Sighing softly she continued deeper trying to avoid looking at her reflection in the mirrored images of herself, while everyone else seen a hardened mask only she knew the pain that had gone into making it that way. Pausing to listen the soft clip of hooves could be heard echoing through the passages perhaps Ashamin had already arrived she mused silently. "Hello?" She called out wanting her voice to be heard this time.



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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#3

When he heard a voice coming from behind him in the crystalline tunnels and turns, he knew it had to be Rhea’s. Even after only one word, one faint shimmer of its echo, he knew it could be no one else. For who else would know to call out to that sound, who else would chase it instead of turning back? It wasn’t that she was curious, it was that she knew what to expect.

Knowing this, he did not wait until he saw her face to respond. "So you got Lochan’s message, then," Ashamin called out, smiling even before she could see it as he referred to their change of venue for this meeting. "I spoke too soon when I said we should meet in the Blood Falls, I didn’t yet know its faults. No doubt the two of us would be soaked to the bone by now if we’d met there!" Ashamin explained with a nicker of amusement as he pictured Rhea with her wings wet and heavy and maneuvered to search for the source of her call. His companions followed without hesitation, going wherever their bonded go. That was, as always, the nature of their relationship.

When sight failed him he sought out Rhea’s heartbeat, hoping that the echo confined to her chest would be easier to pinpoint. A turn here and there opened up a cavern—at the far side of it, another tunnel that revealed her back.

"Rhea," the Clovenheart said, his voice soft now that he could see the mare he sought, "It’s good to see you." His long white tail fell softly on the ground, and his two companions stepped beyond Ashamin and shook, relishing in the space provided to them by the cavernous opening. Though it was still not the thistle meadow, at least here it was easier to breathe.

""
there is a design,
an alignment to cry of my heart
to see the beauty of love
AS IT WAS M A D E TO BE
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Rhea Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
nickel
#4

Moving slowly through the narrow caverns brought back all sorts of memories for the hybrid of the time most of Helovia had spent living in such squalor conditions. Eating moss to survive, being forced to associate with one another and worst of all was having to confine yourself to these caverns. No sunlight, no fresh air, no room to stretch out and move freely, they were deplorable conditions and ones that certainly had not agreed with her. She had wanted to make the gods pay for trapping them all down here but till this day she had yet to accomplish such a great task. Maybe she never would make them pay for she always seemed to need something from one of them making her play along with their little games, solve their riddles and just be nice to them. That vengeful beast seemed to have left her months ago when all this had started. No longer did she pine for revenge and justice, instead she just felt lonely and confused. Never before had she actually felt the need to be around others yet now it was slowly becoming a requirement for her to be in a somewhat decent mood. So many things had changed and she just felt lost in the chaos of it all.

Pausing to listen as a masculine voice responded to her call she was pleased to recognize it to be Ashamin. The stallion was starting to grow on her and she found that generally she liked his company. Pivoting around slightly in the limited space she tried to find the source of his voice. "Soaked is better than burnt to a crisp." She joked playfully before she went back to listening. The crystal made it difficult as sound seemed to bounce between each pane for as far as she could see. She knew how many caverns were down here if they were both looking chances were they would just go in circles around each other. Closing her eyes to the visual stimuli she focused on just listening, the sound of hooves along with the intermittent voice could be heard until finally the sound resonated from behind her. Opening her eyes she found the stallion and his two companions awaiting her presence just up ahead. Taking the last few feet she joined them relieved to finally be in an open area of the cave. She didn't mind narrow spaces but she much preferred the open sections where she had room to move around and not feel claustrophobic.

"Ashamin, a pleasure as always." She greeted with a gentle smile. "I got your message and came as soon as I could. I do hope you where not waiting long?" Pausing to allow the stag a chance to speak she took the time to relish the coolness of the earth around them. It definitely was much better than the weather outside or in the Blood Falls for that matter.



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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#5

Ashamin greeted Rhea’s first remark with an innocent smile, but all the same filed away the possibility of her having a dislike for the caves. He would find another place for them to meet, next time. For now though they were already here, and Rhea seemed to have rushed to catch him and meet. He nodded at her mention of this, his long tail curling behind him and casting thin white reflections in the crystals around them.

"No, not long," he assured her as his two companions flitted about, taking advantage of the abundance of space that they had come into and surveying it with white, unbroken eyes. Ashamin’s own dark orbs settled on the hybrid mare as he wondered for a moment if she had any news to share. Then again, it had always been a foolish habit of his to wonder when he could ask,

His large ears tilted forward, ready to hear whatever she had to say, as he asked his question. "How have you fared? The Unbound is growing every day, have you met any of the others?" Ashamin had given several newcomers the name of the hybrid, but he hadn’t yet heard from any of them that they’d encountered her. Perhaps they had not; the wilds were large, and took some time to navigate, after all. Given that many of their numbers were new to Helovia entirely, it would be difficult for them to move through it quickly enough to pinpoint one mare. Ashamin supposed this could be considered a downside of the outcast band life, but he considered the upsides to far outnumber the inconvenience. After all, were they not to be independent?

Still, it was good to see a familiar face. He moved closer to Rhea after speaking, offering her his cheek as he had done before in the steppe. There was only a glimmer of hesitation in his eyes when it occurred to him that now, in a moment less vulnerable, a mare as strong as Rhea might not seek the comfort of such a gesture.

""
there is a design,
an alignment to cry of my heart
to see the beauty of love
AS IT WAS M A D E TO BE
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