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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
The wind howled, the thunder roared and the world was lit up every so often by streaks of lightening, splitting the sky in two like a knife. Thick droplets of rain launched themselves from the miserable clouds like tiny bullet, pelting whatever foliage they could reach and soaking Narcissa through to her skin. Silver and grey locks plastered themselves against her muscular body; drip, drip, dripping down her neck and shoulders as they traced their way through the roan fur to fall swiftly to the sodden ground. Mud and burrs had matted themselves into the thick feathering that dressed her hooves, dirtying the grey to a dark brown. Other than the odd disdainful flick of her large hooves the large mare paid her state no mind; thick shoulders hunched over and neck lowered as she ploughed forward against the wind.
Darkness had descended hours ago, a moonless sky cloaked in storm clouds covering Helovia as midnight loomed. Periodically the sky light up brightly with each flash of lightening but otherwise shadows coated the forest. All that could be seen of Narcissa with her grey coat was the brilliant blue eyes; that was until the sky was pierced with yet another strike of yellow light, revealing the maiden in all her moody glory. A snarl twisted her lips, anger in her eyes, as strong pillars pushed the surprising shapely body forward. Narcissa was not in a good mood.
It had only been an hour since the roan femme had entered the forest, swallowed by trees reaching for the sky and branches clawing at tall frame, and already she was lost. Not a good thing. Narcissa had always prided herself on her sense of direction, her survival instinct and yet here she was a lost as a little filly that stray too far from its mother. Oh that thought hurt. Memories of her own mother swirled to the forefront of her mind; the argument they had before she left as fresh as though it had been just yesterday. This did not help her mood. Emitting a low growl from between bared tear the large hooves began to pound the earth as the mare shifted into a canter, leaves and twigs vibrating with the sheer strength of her movements. Never one to hide, Narcissa cared little about who might cross her- more fool them. However despite her size and muscle weight the sound of her cantering could barely be heard about the howling wind and torrents of rain that sought to drown everything beneath the pitch black sky. Oh what a wonderful day this had turned out to be. She thought darkly, and it would only get worse if she just happened to cross paths with another.
Open to anyone, if you think she is suitable for your herd then you are welcome to try claim her xD
| Please tag me in everything. | | You are welcome to inflict, or attempt to inflict, injury upon Narcissa. Although be aware that she is aggressive by nature and will not hesitate to return the favour c: | | Narcissa is prone to swearing, if you are adverse to that please tell me. |
Thunder rolls across the sky, building into claps of booming explosions, strong enough to rattle the trees. Arrows of lightning are not far behind, bolting across what would have been heavy black skies, and illuminating the forest in a cracking, sizzling streak of electricity. Below the trembling, dripping boughs, the oceanic pair travel slowly. At this hour, they would normally rest, especially given their descent from the mountains, but the ferocity of the storm keeps them awake.
While the howling winds and roaring rains certainly startle her in their bursts of sound, Tiamat is not afraid. She is the child of nature—daughter of the sky and the ocean, a kindred spirit to the earth and its mighty elements. The blue mare is comforted by the presence of her brethren trees, and soothed by the pattering of rain (she could honestly do without the violent thunder and lightning, but she trusts her mother sky and sister stars above implicitly). Nimue, on the other hand, is terrified. Her fledgling heart races, ice-blue eyes wide, with a fin constantly brushing against her bonded as she presses close to the young mare.
Not oblivious to her companion’s increasing fear, Tiamat stops to turn to the newborn whale, brushing the babe’s forehead and pulling her close. “There’s no need to fear, little one. Mama is watching over us,” the coo of her voice is barely loud enough over the rioting of the storm, but it seems to calm the Leviathan nonetheless. Nimue continues to hover at the mare’s shoulder, still afraid, but ever trusting of her life-bonded. As long as they are together, all will be well—all will be safe.
Continuing their trek through the thicket of Helovia’s Threshold, the sapphire pair travel with no path in mind, the ocean mare allowing the curve and flow of the earth to guide her hooves. All is uneventful until a short, high-pitched whistle of alarm squeals suddenly from the small, blue orca. Startled, Tiamat’s head rises, dainty ears catching the resounding of hooves among the storm’s clamor without a moment to spare. Lurching forward and curling her leonine tail around her rump, the blue mare is just able to escape the path of a thundering figure. “Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry!” Tiamat’s heart pounds from the burst of adrenaline, white eyes turning to the mysterious shadow.
She looks up—and up and up—this mare must be one of the largest equines she’s ever met! She feels dainty and fragile next to the hulking woman, though the stranger’s immense bulk does little to rob Tiamat of her concern. “With the rain and the darkness, I didn’t notice you there. I apologize again for my clumsiness,” the Mender shakes her head, awkwardly laughing once to (at) herself. “My name is Tiamat, a healer for the Aurora Basin. And this is Nimue,” she gestures to her newborn companion, who is huddling at her flank. Casting her bonded a comforting smile before turning back to the other, she kindly issues an inquiry that would perhaps sound odd in any other place than this: “Are you by chance new to Helovia?”
08-22-2016, 02:20 PM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2016, 12:53 PM by Paradox.)
broke as hell, but blessed with beauty,
Paradox had been dreading the heat. The sweat. Her dreads clinging like leeches to her hide. And now, they clung for a different reason. A summer storm had chosen to hit right in the middle of her escapade to collect more members. Of course, that's her luck. She had gotten very deep into the Threshold by now. Darkness surrounded her. She'd been here since near about sunset meandering around searching for others to no reprieve. She was through. The mare was irritated and it was apparent in her stance. She walked with her head low, her ears locked tightly against her skull, and her thick, matter tail swatted feverishly at her haunches.
A loud thunder clap exploded into her ear drums, a a white streak a lightning struck a tree near by. A loud sizzle, followed by the cracking and collapsing of the tree sent the orange mare rushing forward away from the turmoil. A bright strand of lightning light up the sky just in time for her to lock down her haunches and avoid crashing right into a duo of horses. What are you doing out in the storm? She asked loudly trying to speak over the environmental noise that surrounded them- an agitation lingered on the edge of her honey tones. She blinked rain drops from her eyes to try and focus on the two horses. Mares. One huge, one average. Again- she was the smallest of the bunch. She rolled her eyes. This must've been a recruitee. But which one?
The blue one seemed rather skittish and friendly- she felt as though she may had seen her around the lands before, the other held a demeanor that would've easily suited Paradox herself, and instantly she liked her. Bitches side with bitches. I'm Paradox, from the outcast group Unbound. If you should wish, I can lead you to a quieter place where there is less likely to be a storm. Her voice was louder, raspier as she strained to speak over the thunder. It echoed throughout the Threshold, again and again. We're a group that is allied to one another, but not bound to any certain land. We roam the wilds and come together only when necessary. I, myself, prefer the beach. Alone. She did not direct her speech to either mare because honestly she was unsure which was in search of a home- it wasn't like they could see who was making eye contact anyway with all this damn rain. Her audits remained laced against her skull- and her thick, heavy dreads continued to slap her hips. If neither made a choice soon, she would be on her way regardless. Standing in the rain was not something she was very interested in.
the kind that a rich man can't turn down
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ooc:This is Paradox. She is representing the outcast group the Unbound
The ground vibrated with each step, pounding like the thunder that rolled overhead as the beast continued her fast pace, ears flat against her head, eyes narrowed against the torrents of rain and hair dancing madly in the wind. At this point Narcissa was past caring how wet and muddy she was, the mare was only going to get more wet and more muddy as she sustained her gallop. So loud was the wind, the thunder, and so blinding was the rain and lightning that Narcissa was just as unaware of the blue creature and her companion as they were of her. That was until they nearly crashed into each other. The draft came to skidding halt, the mud cast up from her hooves missing the cyan femme and her unusual friend and instead sprays one side of Narcissa’s roan coat. ”Shit!” She mutters under her breath. Deep scourges mar the earth from her sudden halt and she turns brazenly to the other.
“Watch it!” She growls, both out of the shock from their near miss and the moody emotions boiling beneath the stone surface of her exterior. However the blazing blue gaze softens slightly (only slightly) and though she does not reciprocate the unicorn’s smile she can’t help but realise that their near collision was perhaps just as much her own fault as the other’s – not that she would actually mention this. The blue femme’s profuse apology perhaps placated Narcissa enough to stop her from snapping once again at the stranger.
Dipping her head slightly she acknowledges Tiamat’s greeting, though not lowering her head enough for it to appear submissive in anyway. So the dark blue and white creature had a name too,…interesting; Narcissa had never encountered such a creature however the look on her face remained entirely distant, hiding her intrigue.
“Narcissa RaGhul, former Captain of the Aye’Kiazer herd.” Narcissa wasn’t exactly an arrogant creature but she dropped her old title in as she gruffly introduces herself. Whilst the line of RaGhul was particularly famous within its neighbouring lands the roan mare supposed she had travelled far enough that her blood would not be recognised.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at the question; she wasn’t a particularly open mare and certainly didn’t like answering questions for random strangers however her slightly immature response pretty much confirmed Tiamat’s query either way.
“So what if I am?”
However before anymore could be said another mare joined the little, rain-soaked huddle.
Great, more company Narcissa mused sarcastically in her mind, glancing swiftly at the tan coloured newcomer.
The large draft snorted at the adorned mare’s question.
“What are you doing out in the storm?!” She countered with challenging note in her voice, what Narcissa did was entirely up to her.
It became apparent from this new mare’s gestures and words that she had no idea which of the two others were new to Helovia. The muscular mare also decided that it seemed these Helovians liked to tell their life stories everytime they met someone new. However as the sarcasm danced in her mind seriousness took over. This Paradox talked of a group of equines, and taking herself and Tiamat to meet this group. Her audits pricked up with alertness. This could very easily be a trap.
“What if I like standing out in the storm?” Her snarky comment covered up the fact that the cogs were whirring in her tactical brain as she weighed up the options. On the one hand both of these mares could be working together to lure any unsuspecting traveller to their outcast group or herd or whatever, however that seemed unlikely for Paradox did not seem to recognise which equine was the newbie. She took a step closer to Paradox, positioning herself slightly in front of Tiamat in what could have been seen as a protective gesture. Whilst Narcissa did not necessarily trust either mare, she was more inclined to believe Tiamat had true intentions than Paradox.
Please excuse Narcissa, she sees everyone as a potential enemy until they prove otherwise xD @Tiamat and @Paradox
| Please tag me in everything. | | You are welcome to inflict, or attempt to inflict, injury upon Narcissa. Although be aware that she is aggressive by nature and will not hesitate to return the favour c: | | Narcissa is prone to swearing, if you are adverse to that please tell me. |
The stranger’s sharp tongue bites enough to startle the ocean mare, her dainty ears splaying uncertainly to the side as she leans a step back, head lowering apologetically. While she is a joyful and friendly character herself, she has seen enough (too much) hate and bloodshed to spark a kindling of anxiousness in the pit of her stomach. She is always believing in the goodness of others, but since the horror of the gods’ war, a seed of caution has been planted where inhibition once flourished without restraint. Consequently, she tip-toes around the large mare for a moment, not wanting to add tinder to the fiery irritation that seems to flare in the other’s eyes.
White doe-eyes watch with unassuming care, a touch of a smile returning to sapphire lips when the massive woman inclines her head in return. With caution thrown (perhaps foolishly) to the wind, Tiamat opens herself once again. Although undoubtedly encased in a calloused, hardened shell, she trusts there’s a softness somewhere beneath the mare’s coarse exterior—even if it’s barbed and shackled, it’s there (she just knows it).
“Oh, a captain!” Tiamat’s smile broadens, her voice laced with something like praise. The ocean mare is not one for violence—she detests it, honestly—but she is beginning to learn that (try as she might) not everyone can look over it. All the same, this silvery mare has earned her title, and though Tiamat might not agree, that doesn’t mean her honest accomplishments don’t deserve recognition. “It’s a pleasure, Narcissa,” the blue Mender offers a kindly grin, the words spoken with genuineness rather than out of habit. She parts her lips in an effort to ease Narcissa’s apparent rise of suspicion, but she is interrupted by the ungainly arrival of another (not unlike her own graceless meeting with the gray woman).
Paradox is the new mare’s name (a fitting title, Tiamat thinks, for one colored as strangely as she); that is to say Paradox is unique, but undeniably beautiful in her own right. The blue mare smiles a greeting, the length of her leonine tail curling and swaying behind her when the two exchange somewhat-terse words about the storm. “Perhaps I could help?” Tiamat interjects, glancing to each of them before looking upward.
Closing her eyes, she focuses on the rain, feels as it streams down her face and through her hair, surrounding them. As though extending a muscle from herself, the young Mender collects the water into a large pocket, expanding and shaping it, until it is a bubble of sorts that extends to encircle each of the mare’s head and necks. As the rains fall from above, her magic catches it as it rolls off the orb’s surface, drifting with the slow current and blown by the winds until it is released again. Should they wish, anyone could leave the pocket, of course—it is hardly solid in its shape, and not restricting of their movement. At her shoulder, Nimue chirps her wonder. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep our faces dry at least,” Tiamat smiles happily, a fragment of her concentration focused on her magic, while the majority is directed to Narcissa and Paradox.
Turning to the latter, she tilts her horn briefly. “I’m Tiamat, from the Aurora Basin. You’re from the Unbound, you say? Do you happen to know Ashamin? He’s a dear friend of mine,” her smile is soft, tender, though there’s an indiscernible sadness (bitterness?) in her eyes. The Clovenheart’s leave of the Basin had scoured a hole in her heart; the edges are still painful, wrought with abandonment, confusion, and guilt. (He said she would never lose him again—) But now is not the time to dwell on such dark things—
Redirecting her gaze to the mammoth of a mare, the ocean maiden forces her smile wider. “The Aurora Basin is a herd in the mountains; a beautiful place!” Her love for her home is a balm for her heart. White eyes sparkle with excitement, with wonder, and with a desire to have everyone see what she sees in those magnificent mountains (a haven and family).
“We work together among different ranks. There’s the warriors, seers, crafters, spies, and healers of course,” she giggles softly, shaking her head with a tinkling of shells. Unlike the skull-faced mare, Tiamat cannot fathom living life alone—much less enjoying it (but each to their own). To have a herd, a family to watch out for each other, is something she holds dear to her heart. “Perhaps you could even be a captain again!” She adds with a twinkle in her eye and laughter on her lips. Tiamat knows very little (read: just about nothing) about the warrior ranks, but she does know they are in need of recruits.
08-25-2016, 01:17 PM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2016, 01:35 PM by Paradox.)
broke as hell, but blessed with beauty,
The storm does not appear to be letting up. Thunder cracked again, followed by a bright flash of light. Standing beneath these trees was not the smartest idea. The harder the storm raged, the more irritated the little orange mare became. She caught the tail end of the introduction between the two mares she had nearly collided with. Tiamat was the blue and Narcissa was the large, brutey one. Such a dainty name for a large horse, how odd. Paradox also noted the small orca floating next to the ocean mare. Trilling happily with it's bonded's speech. Again, an ache built in her heart. How she longed for a companionship like that. Breaking her gaze from the mare and her companion, she shifted to peer up at the big mare- water dripping into her icy orbs as she gazed up. What are you doing out in the storm? The big mare retorted and Paradox's face contorted into a agitated expression. She sighed heavily and a thick tail batted her hips, Ashamin would not be pleased if she was rude, so brightening her expression, she chirped up a bit. Well, if you must know, I was out looking for recruits for the Unbound when a storm hit- then I decided I should get home because I dislike being wet- that's when I got here...satisfied? Sarcasm lingered in her words and she followed them with a sly smile.
Out of nowhere, the blue mare offers up some pretty extraordinary magic and surrounds the trio with what appears to be a water proof bubble. Upon the dry air, the orange mare shakes her coat- sending droplets soaring into the air. What a great talent.... She torts. You are of good use. And although it comes off slightly sarcastic, it truly is a genuine statement from the skull masked mare. She opens her mouth to speak again- when the husky mare barks again.....another look of exasperation plasters on Paradox's face. Why must this one be so difficult? She squints her eyes a bit, peering at the mare now in the dryness where she can clearly see. She would make a wonderful attribute to the crusaders of the Unbound- but Parry can't play on that now because interrupting her train of thought is the ocean mare speaking of her home land and how Narcissa, as she's called, could be a general there.
Ice orbs roll in her skull, but audits perk at the mention of Ashamin's name. Well it seems everyone here know the stallion, what a genuine guy he must be. A soft, authentic smile spread across her kissers and she nods slightly to the blue mare. I will send him your regards. She tore her gaze from the one with the porpoise friend and directed them back to the large mare. As for you, if you choose to stand in the storm- then so be it. I have better things to do like practice my sparring so I may be a better crusader for the Unbound. She pauses, attempting to gauge the mare's reaction. I've been practicing with our leader, Ashamin, but I'm sure since you were once a General, you could teach me a thing or two. Paradox was sure that others thought it silly for someone as small as her to be a crusader, but she had proved herself well against Ashamin and he was quite large and well versed in the battle field.
A "what-the-fuck" glance is cast at the large mare as she steps almost "protectively" in front of Tiamat- Paradox has to stifle a laugh. What in the world would someone of her stature do to these two larger mares? Surely, this big girl doesn't think that Paradox is THAT stupid. She blows the gesture off and her gaze shifts between mares, and partly she wishes this Tiamat mare was apart of the Unbound, because although she was bubbly and sweet (which is totally opposite of our Parry), Paradox could somehow see herself getting along with her. As far as the draft mare and herself, it would truly be a hit or miss. They could either get along dreamily- a bitch with a bitch- or totally clash heads. She didn't think she would wait here much longer though- the beach was calling her name, and her bones were aching for another spare. The choice is yours, Narcissa. I must admit, whoever you choose- the opposite of us will suffer quite the loss because you seem to be quite the attribute to any army. She dipped her head respectfully.
the kind that a rich man can't turn down
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ooc:This is Paradox. She is representing the outcast group the Unbound
It was time to recruit once again. Nurses were busy in the garden and so the flaxen physician made his trek to the threshold. Marble cloven feet flicked against tallsuns yellowed grass, happily strolling towards his destination. Recruiting was one of his favorite past times - the prospect of a new face in the herd was intriguing as ever. A storm was brewing ahead - how Tilney loved storms.
The edge of the threshold was nigh - taking his first cautious steps he could feel something afoot. Voices were easily heard on the wind. Female, he thought at first. Leaping over the underbrush and darting past familiar trees with wondrous precision Tilney came upon a somewhat unlikely group.
"Oh, I LOVE storms!" Tilney called through the rain. It was then he noticed his frined Tiamat among the group. "Oh Tiamat! How are you!?" He trotted over to the oceanic mare and enveloped her neck in greeting. "It's been too lo-OH! I have the most wonderful news my dear Tiamat! My beloved Arah - you know Arah - has recently given birth to a beautiful girl!" the patriarch exclaimed to the group. "Our precious daughter. We named her Maude!"
He stood bow legged in the mud, rain dampening the wick in his lantern. It took a few moments for him to realise he'd gotten a bit ahead of himself and Tiamat was not the only one present. Tilney verdant gaze crossed from a magnificently marked, dreadlocked mare who reminded him endlessly of his sister Tuppence who shared a similar hairstyle. The other who he assumed was the newcomer was steel in colour and gifted with quite magnificent horns. She appeared quite battleborn, littered with scars and muscle, at least a hand taller in stance then he and at least one hundred pounds heavier in muscle. She was quite a force it seemed.
"Where are my manners!" was the vibrant Doctors next chirp. "I am Tilney of the World's Edge. Do you come to Helovia seeking a home? Helovia is a place of new beginings, friend. The Edge is a forest home perched on sea cliffs - we have a kind monarchy and fantastic defense ranks. Would you be interested in joining our warriors?"
09-06-2016, 10:21 AM (This post was last modified: 09-06-2016, 10:22 AM by Narcissa.)
Narcissa
With perceptive cyan eyes, Narcissa could see the string of emotions play across Tiamat’s face at her harsh words but then respectful greeting. Many tiptoed around the horned warrior for her fearsome appearance was matched by her fiery attitude and nothing would change that but beneath the armour of bristles and words there was a caring and loyal mare who would stand up for what she thought was right and protect those in her herd. Her recent travels had taught the femme that if there was one thing she needed, it was a herd; there was no way she could live the life of an outcast despite the advantages the other, more brightly coloured mare had stated. Paradox, as the dreadlock adored mare announced, quipped back at Narcissa’s challenge but before the larger equine could so much at smile sarcastically Tiamat did something of the likes she had never seen before. Magic had been a mere myth among Narcissa’s family, their herd relying entirely upon strength of body and power of mind and hence to witness the oceanic equine’s performance was certainly a novelty for Narcissa. She was not to enraptured as to stare at it open mouthed, that wasn’t something she did, but her teal eyes followed the bubble like substance as it encased the trio.
The horned mare had not considered the fact that these two horses might both be attempting to get her to join their herd or band of outcasts. It was quite funny really, given her abrasive attitude, that these two horses might actually want to recruit her but then again her muscular and scarred form certainly told a tale of her battle prowess, something some might be in need of. However she is not soo unknowledgeable of such procedures as to miss the orange mare’s somewhat pointed mention of her position among the Outcasts nor her statement about Narcissa’s past rank. Others might overlook such a slender mare as a fighter but the roan beast knew that underestimating horses was dangerous. She dipped her antlered head, not an apology for her earlier words or actions but a sign that she respected the mare’s intentions.
However before more could be said or done a fourth horse joined the little trio, this time a stallion bedecked by great antlers that reached taller than her head despite her being a hand above him. The femme was slightly taken aback by his sudden appearance and joyful greeting of Tiamat but dipped her head politely as he greeted her. It was as though all eyes were on her now to choose a herd, something the normally fearless mare found oddly daunting.
“I am Narcissa and yes I am new to this land, and admittedly without a home.”The last few words were spoken with a slight hiss, not in an attempt to be rude to the three horses but because not having a home could be viewed as a weakness and Narcissa did not wish that admit to any weakness. Inclining her head just slightly to Tilney and Paradox she continued; “Thank you both for your offers, however,” and she turns to Tiamat now, “I wish to join your herd’s warrior ranks.” Narcissa wasn’t entirely sure what made her choose to join the cerulean mare’s herd but there was something about her apparent almost insatiable kindness that made the larger mare warm to her in a way she never usually did for she never made friends.
@Tiamat@Paradox and @Tilney thank you all for joining the thread and I am deeply apologetic for how late this reply is, stuff happened and I was unable to post again till now. It was a really hard decision picking a herd by the way xD Also if anyone wants a thread with Narcissa that would be great :)
| Please tag me in everything. | | You are welcome to inflict, or attempt to inflict, injury upon Narcissa. Although be aware that she is aggressive by nature and will not hesitate to return the favour c: | | Narcissa is prone to swearing, if you are adverse to that please tell me. |
The other two mares seem quite awestruck with the blue Mender’s control of the water, and she smiles to both of them, eyes shining happily beneath the orange mare’s praise. Tiamat is far from a proud character, but she does enjoy being complimented—doesn’t everyone? She firmly believes that all people should be acknowledged for their accomplishments, whether great or small. It only makes sense to reward those who aren’t searching for it.
With the bubble completed, she gives a single shake of her head, seashells chiming as water droplets sail from her hair. “Thank you,” the ocean mare murmurs gratefully when Paradox agrees to give Ashamin her well wishes. The other mare’s smile does not go unnoticed; it doesn’t surprise Tiamat that others have taken to the painted buck as she has. He is a wonderful friend and confidant (perhaps that is why his leaving has stung her so profoundly, every glance to his dark cave drumming the wedge deeper into her heart). She manages to maintain her easy grin, but for a moment, a sadness darkens the light in her eyes.
“Oh Tiamat! How are you!?”
The Time Mender turns her head at the sound of her name, recognizing the familiar voice before he joins them, his arrival a welcomed distraction from the ugly bitterness festering stubbornly in her heart. “Tilney, my friend!” Tiamat smiles with a familiar affection, reaching out to the tawny stallion in greeting. Dainty ears prick forward when he continues, her eyes widening at his joyous news. “What? You’re a father?! Congratulations! I’m sure she’s beautiful,” a laugh breathes past her lips, nearly giddy at the thought of her friend and his precious little bundle!
When Tilney begins to describe his homeland, Tiamat returns her pale eyes to the large gray mare. While the Basin is undoubtedly the most perfect home in the whole world, she wouldn’t dare pressure anyone to join her in her beloved mountains; she has never visited the Edge, but she is sure that it has its own beauty.
All the same, she smiles happily when Narcissa decides to join her in Helovia’s north, her heart soaring in excitement. “Oh, wonderful! You’ll love the Basin,” her assurance comes with glittering eyes and without hesitation, not understanding how anyone wouldn’t love the white north. “We should probably get moving before the rain catches up with us much more. It was lovely to meet you, Paradox, I hope to see you again,” Tiamat inclines her head in the orange mare’s direction, honestly wanting to see her again. “It’s always a pleasure, Tilney; I’d love to meet that daughter of yours soon,” there is a twinkle in her eyes as she leaves the antlered stallion, his joy infectious.
Turning her gaze back to her newest herd mate, the ocean mare beckons to her with a grin, Nimue floating comfortably at her shoulder. Allowing the rain’s water to return to its original course, she guides Narcissa through the thick trees, her steps light and eager to return home.
notes; I'll get a thread up for them in the Basin tonight! Nimue reference <3 “Speech.”
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