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10-10-2016, 04:35 PM
10-10-2016, 06:02 PM
I’m standing in front of destiny
That has passed me by again. As Sacre entered the Threshold, fawning over the many colours of autumn and her deft painters hand, he began to realise (or maybe he’d simply forgotten) just how difficult it was to spot a pair of foxes in the midst of an auburn woodland. If they sat still for long enough he often lost sight of them, amongst the scattered leaves that had fallen rusty and dead, devoid of summer, littering the forest pathways. Of course, his two beady eyed friends had also realised this too and preyed on their unknowing friend, springing out from piles of mulch to frighten him witless only to receive a berating every time. His rebukes were largely ignored by Inari and Ríona, however, who much preferred to risk the wrath of the fox boy in exchange for the absolute delight they got out of scaring him. The sun soon started to fall, the deepening red of the light imbuing with the season and finally the two foxes gave up trying to give Sacre a fright, instead they fell asleep on his back. Their gentle, rhythmic breathing began to make the lids of the fox boy grow heavy with tiredness, he wasn’t physically weary as such, but the peacefulness of his two sleeping friends was enough to lull him towards sleep. He wondered aimlessly, trying to keep himself awake, but not really caring where his cloven hooves took him. His tangled black mane was sat messily to one side of his face and he yawned a few times as he travelled. In the end, he might have fallen asleep in the middle of the Threshold if he hadn’t of run into another, whose grey coat stood out against the reddening backdrop. Sacre, blinking his eyes free of the slumber he had almost embarked on, went to trot over to the stranger before forming a halt where he thought it might be more polite. There were a few beady blinks from his back when both foxes raised their heads to see who had disturbed them, but neither rose just yet. “Hey” Sacre called out to the stranger, his voice was light and inviting, “are you new around here?” he asked the usual question. It was an easy gateway into conversation, but his senses bubbled with curiosity. Tay <3 Hope you've been well! :D There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this ❚ Force permitted! ❚ Please tag me!
10-10-2016, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2016, 04:19 AM by Albrecht.
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Albrecht He watches her move into and across the no mans land that separates Helovia from all points west, all points past. Why? - Because she's pleasing on the eyes. There's a touch of something refined in the way her nostrils flare to suck in the crisp Orangemoon air. Her mane and tail appear black at first, but when they sway with her hips and the churning muscles of her chest - and they do, ever so slightly - strands of silver gleam from between their ebony brethren and as she draws nearer his ailing eyes can see that her coat follows the same pattern, black at first glance, but peppered with silver that lightens the overall tone of her hide upon closer inspection. It makes for an interesting pattern, one that he hasn't seen before. The mare pauses, loose leaf litter still skittering in a wake behind her, and the stallion raises his voice to draw her near. "Helovia welcomes you. Or that's what they'll say at least, when the missionaries come to recruit you to their herd." Eyes expectant, he swings his head in a wide arc, sure that representatives of each group are materializing from between the trees even as he speaks before landing on the crimson splashed boy to his side. He ignores him for now, since he's not stated anything pertinent or made any advances thus far. "There are four." He continues. "Aurora Basin to the north, World's Edge and Hidden Falls to the east, and Dragon's Throat the south. My Lord," He draws out the word, bleeding it dry of any awe or respect such a title might normally hold. "Would be amiss with me if I didn't insist that you see the Aurora Basin for its merits, but really it's a long walk and I don't plan to make it for nothing." Brows rising in question, he peers down at the mare. "Two words. Hot springs. And if you need more than that there's scenery and sentinels and shit like that. Ten outta ten, top pick, would definitely join again." There's life in his voice, but it's more akin to thoroughly enjoyed sarcasm than genuine enthusiasm. 'Very professional.' His companion mentally teases, watching the scene from his usual resting spot at the base of the old stallions right horn. He flicks his tongue idly, tasting the scents of the two strangers around them. 'Won't the Reaper be pleased.' "Alby talks" 'Strom talks' OOC // @Talbot @Sacre
10-11-2016, 01:13 AM
10-11-2016, 02:34 PM
I’m standing in front of destiny
That has passed me by again. Between one breath and another the word Helovia stuck in his throat as he went to answer the kind mare, but was beaten to it by another, more sharper tongued, red haired old man. He stands to the fox boy’s side, much taller and leaner, with two horns that curved backwards. His mane, however, did not simply grow where manes usually grew… If you could call it a mane? Or was it more chin hair gone wild? Untrimmed chest hair? Sacre’s gaze lingered on his face however, curious as well as a little pained, that he had been so brutally brushed aside in preference for the grey unicorn. He continues on with his opening speech about lands and the apparent appeal of hot springs… Ol’ chest hair was of the Basin? Perhaps he shouldn’t judge by appearance alone, but Sacre couldn’t help but think the guy suited the image of the brooding north that he still had from his childhood. Maybe that was the growth ignorance was reason enough to go visit again… Yet, would anyone there even know who he was now? “How is Lord Deimos?” Sacre asked the northerner directly, spotting the snake wrapped around his horn for the first time as his foxes now began to rise, intrigued by the growing participants. The mare, on the other hand, didn’t seem like one to wait around whilst they traded words over which herd was the best as the growing nightfall made for poor light. Sacre, though rather hurt by the presumptions of missionaries and rouges, opened up his body posture and invited the mare forwards to wherever it was they were going. Where did she go normally at dusk? His sudden movement earned a few disgruntled cries from his back and Ríona made her way up onto his sooty poll to get a better look at their two new acquaintances. “The Aurora Basin is definitely ten out of ten” the fox boy concurred with a laugh before his face twisted into thought “those sentinels are really something to see” he paused to cast a glance at the mare, Talbot. What had brought her here? “Talbot” he smiled in greeting “I’m Sacre, a healer from the Worlds Edge. I was going to ask if you would like to stay in our lands” the fox boy looked around to see where the Basin’s representative was before continuing “but we don’t have a hot spring I’m afraid” he boyishly laughed. “Though my offer still stands if you would like to see the edge of the world… We have a glass dragon” he added on at the end with a wink. Was she just a wanderer? Seeking adventure? A runaway? A long lost relative? The stories that came through the Threshold could be both heartwarming and heartbreaking. “May I ask, why are you here?” he questioned her curiously. @Albrecht There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this ❚ Force permitted! ❚ Please tag me!
10-12-2016, 04:15 PM
Albrecht He answers the stallion flippantly. "Dark. Brooding. Unfairly critical of his non-warrior subjects. You know, the usual." Ears used to constant pinning flicker forward for a moment, the old stallions head held just a little bit higher at the black and reds praise of the Basins sentinels, as if he has anything to do with their make or placement, as if their merits have any bearing on his value. "Very true." He answers. "Magic and metal you see, much sturdier than glass." He gives a conspiratorial wink to the mare at the heart of their banter, but his expression wilts slightly in the beat of silence following, the space where he should be joining back into the conversation to volunteer his name sitting glaring and awkwardly empty. He ears tip back uncertainly, but after a moment he yields. "I'm... Albrecht." Eyes hard, he watches the mares expression for any glimmer of recognition, any shift in her tone or stance that might indicate outside knowledge of such a name. Conflicted, he wonders if they speak of him anymore, still curse him in angry, broken whispers, or if the time apart has done any good in softening their hatred. He considered using an alias at one point, but with such notable features - and he certainly hasn't seen anyone else with backward, auburn mane - what good would a false name actually do? None, he assumes, so instead he's opted to simply omit formalities altogether and avoid the bottleneck of Helovia's threshold for fear of coming across newcomers from within earshot of his fallen nation - until today that is. Stupid, he chides himself and rushes to change the subject. "Listen though, the World's Edge and Aurora Basin are two different directions and I've no interest in visiting the first, dragon or no." "Alby talks" 'Strom talks' OOC // @Talbot @Sacre | ||||||||||||||||||||
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