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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.
Seemingly that time of year again, the one where Helovian's randomly gather to stare at the on-goings of the Gods and the natural magics which held sway over this realm. Thankfully, these meetings seem to be the sweet serenity of the Caela Insula, rather than the frightful worry of the Rift lands arriving, their pissed off divines in tow.
Arriving on the beach to a splendid sight, Duir’s nerves are instantly elevated as he notices the Goddess. That is the Moon, I mentally tell him, having discovered recently that the telepathic bond works both ways (Duir had laughed at my surprise for about two hours). My nerves, however, peak when my hooves chime on the once sandy but now crystallized beach, curiously looking at the meeting between the Sea and the Night, but remaining along the outer rims of the gathered people. While many of them call out to the Goddess, or quietly talk among themselves, my buck and I are, as usual, silent. I’m not interested in reunions or ass kissing, like many of them; rather, I’m concerned about why the Moon is here, confronting Kisamoa on his beach.
I want to find Tiamat and Lena, so I can look at them with my best grin, and say, “I told you so.” Mostly, of course, in regards to the fact that our Gods, Helovia’s Gods, were watchful, and that the Sea God’s presence had not gone unnoticed by Helovia’s more traditional Four protectors.
Pleased with myself, I settle into my space, to watch what will happen next.
I had hung close to the sea, just in case something cool happened. I mean I figured Kisamoa wouldn't just randomly show up in the middle of nowhere, after all he was a sea creature of some sort! All that had happened had been great for my mind. The busyness keeping the pain at bay, even if it did come back with a raging power at night when I was unprepared to deal with it. That made everything harder, as with each burst of intense emotion my body would steam up and once I calmed down I was left to freeze in the frost fall nights. Oooh, so chilly. I would need to find shelter within a herd for sure this frost fall. My mind drifted to the Dragons Throat. The heat there would be nice. I wouldn't be freezing. Most certainly not the Basin. But I could stay with Ranjiri in the Falls too. I felt so close to her. And the child that grew inside her. I needed to stay close. So maybe the tempting heat of the Throat would have to wait. Just until I could be sure they where both safe.
Voices caught my attention, and brought my mind from the thoughts of shelter and family. Kisamoa had shown up once more! Picking up a canter I hurried towards them, eyes searching for the sea creature, and finding him... And finding.. Wow. The moon goddess had made herself known. My ears pricked forward to gaze upon her beauty. I had never seen one of the gods before, and the most graceful of them all was here, right now in front of us all. A soft sigh escaped my lips, looking at her. Realizing I was gaping, I closed my mouth and felt my cheeks burn sheepishly. Oh, I wondered what we would be doing with Kisamoa today, especially with a goddess in tow... With glass? Carefully I stepped to stand next to the tiny white mare I thought so pretty, and waited to see what would happen next. What would Kisamoa say?
"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: Kvasir stands next to Erthe and gapes at how pretty moony is, and is dying of curiosity because what are they gonna do today!
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11-03-2016, 10:26 AM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 10:45 AM by smitty.)
" they say an elephant’s eyes speak the greatest language… "
The Elephant King found himself along the Endless Blue once again. His sides heaved slightly from exertion—he had seen the glimmering crystal from atop the World’s Edge’s cliffs (the alcove Rexanna had found for them looked southwest). So, naturally with something occurring so close to their herdlands, and so his ivory hooves had struck out quickly towards the Endless Blue.
Once again, he found the curious blue creature—Kisamoa—but his brows raised to find their own Goddess standing before him. The King would have admired the glittering crystalline sand and her mist-wreathed, sensual form; but there was something in her silver gaze, and the way it ominously (threateningly?) pinned the mutant Kis in place.
A wave of rough, elephantine skin rippled across his hide as his magic made his sudden unease visibly known. Navy eyes glance around those already gathered, expected to find some of his many herd—if only they stood together so that they would be easier to herd, round, and protect.
But, alas, he found them strewn across the gleaming sands: Mesec and his children near the goddess, Erthe approaching the Moon, Sacre standing apart but also watching Vesper, and Nyx’s colt Arakh standing next to another colt.
So the King stood, silent and still in the back, navy eyes sweeping between those of his herd, before he turned back to the Goddess and dipped his greatly horned skull in combination of greeting, respect—but no small amount of wariness thrummed through his hot-blooded, Dorobian veins. Mbwene hovered in his shadow, bright wrinkled gaze bright and watching.
" what else can make one feel so much without a word? "
11-03-2016, 10:44 AM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 10:45 AM by smitty.)
of the sea
After swimming beneath the waves and seeing the bright reef that she had not encountered before, not only had her hopes raised, but also her anger. If this minion of the Earth God could so easily raise reefs from other realms, worlds, times, or depths for Helovians to see, then why could he not extend the power of favor to her?
But the strange, weightless sensation in her barrel whenever she thought of the bluish, mottled and morphed Kisamoa stopped her from getting outright infuriated. So, as she (surprisingly) approached from the moist sands (rather than from beneath the waves—the water was growing frigid), her unblinking gaze was a strange sharpness that contrasted with the unusual softness of her ridged features.
Yet, as yellow-ringed-aqua irises landed on the beautifully feminine, lavender Goddess that stood so close in front of Kis, the softness melted and her scaled ears pinned flush with her pebbled neck. Never in her life had the warriorress compared her athletic body to those softer, curvaceous builds of other females. But now, here, the pebbled skin of her flank twitched as she could not help the sudden drop in her deep, muscular chest. Not only was she hard angles compared to a woman’s curves, but also (in Helovia) she was alien.
So her webbed, dark hooves arrested in the packed, wet sand, fins tightly hugging her neck as she intently stared at Kis and the Moon. Her barbed tail curved and coiled around her hocks, skin glowing slightly with her shame. Mother sea rushed up a wave around her fetlocks, as if to comfort her chid.
But, for once, Aquila found no solace in the cold, salty embrace.
11-03-2016, 11:28 AM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 11:28 AM by Esinakh.)
esinakh
Why was it always the beach?
Why always the sand? And why did brother calf always have to bound into the middle of the action—why couldn’t they stay safe? Though, after the last encounter on the beach and after washing herself with Arakh in the sea, she had found the small amount of grit on her skin…nearly bearable. Only a small amount. And only below her fetlocks.
But, despite this small realization, she still held firmly atop the dunes like last time. And, despite brother shouldering up alongside a small, red-bay other foal (and the acute longing that pierced her slender, grey chest to join the others), she stood atop the leaves of Sandivvy plants. This time, she pinned their itchy hairs down to the sand. She was learning, and pride puffed out her thin chest.
Pale, but not (yet) scared, eyes swept the beach. Her white-rimmed ear perked forward as she caught the glimmer of crystals on the beach—she wondered if she could find some of the same size and shape. She could make something beautifully symmetric and shiny with her magic, if she could! She would cover all the ugly, dirty grey clay with gleaming, smooth, uniform glass—the filly blinked dreamily as her tail twitched in excitement.
She opened her mouth the bleat for Rak—but stopped herself. She could wait until after, and she would send Rak to get her some glass. But, for now, she would wait until he came back to her on the dunes.
The boy was at home alongside the sea just as he was amidst the mountains, and wasn’t perturbed or bothered by the continued mingling of Gods by the rampant tides, by the fervent ocean. Thus far, the streamlined events hadn’t been chaotic, polished in bedlam, or tied together by the strings of mayhem. While this disappointed Orsino, Erebos felt a bit more content, a bit more gallant, a bit more refined, when not thrown, thrust, or tossed into the framework of destruction and acrimony (he’d go either way – he knew the spinning factors of his own core, but for once the notion of peace seemed vivid, tangible, and real). So he followed, courted and enticed by the temptations of another time, another time, another moment where deities lingered (without death, without havoc, without turmoil), launching off of several waves and trying to ignore the ridiculous stench pouring off of his hooves from contact with the surface – he had asked for a trick from that strange ram fellow, but the swamp nature and musk had him reeling more often than not.
Instead of contorting and coiling himself along the brine again, he floated off its ramparts and down along the fortifications of sand, where Orsino met him across the dunes and they traced, traveled, and traversed the large gathering again. He caught the outline of Kisamoa again, and then the startling display of the Moon Goddess (all lunar, all eclipsed, all dazzling finesse that could only come from the stars, the galaxies, the strange, enigmatic twist and turns of the unknown). Only the barest apprehension curled against his barrel, clicked along his chest as they grew closer, because he remembered her involvements with the murders all those seasons ago, when they’d just been lads, sweeping across the lands, on the hunt for clues to mysteries they couldn’t fathom, comprehend, or understand. What was she doing here? Did she intend to drive them into derision, into scorn? Or had she truly changed her ways, altered her sense of being, and bestowed a sense of neutrality? He couldn’t guess the ways of the heavens, but he found himself glancing around the throng, attempting to distinguish friends from foes, enemies from comrades, acquaintances for strangers, in case something else was due to take wing.
The prince saw several he knew, but while they inquired and played chase with the Gods, the lad took a more casual stroll, slinking along until he came upon the beast he’d known all his life (but perhaps not enough, and certainly not lately), and casually stepped beside Rikyn and his companion. Erebos pretended as if naught was amiss, as if nothing had occurred that would have crushed their connection, their spirits, their kindship, and it was merely natural to find himself near the bay cretin – eternally intertwined in Cheshire grins and fondness. He didn’t say a word, and offered the merest arch of his brow, before turning his head towards the occasion, intending to listen to unfolding, unraveling instances.
[Just standing beside Rikyn. ;D]
Erebos
i have nothing, but then the have is not as good as the want
The Songbird had expected moments of treachery, the dangerous threads that leaked and emboldened, that clawed and snatched, that crawled over minds and skulls until there was naught left but a seething entanglement of animosity and acrimony. She’d gone to help, to assist, to do something when the world began crumbling, because some days it was all she could offer – a speck of sunlight in a torrent of destruction and darkness. Curiosity had coiled its way through her, and in the end, she’d been just like so many of them – venturing out into the waves, into the unknown, with only the barest modicum of trust anchoring, tethering, her to reality.
But the view had been extraordinary, ravishing, and befuddling! She’d been transfixed and entranced by the glorious splashes of color, by the heights of coral, by the magnificent glimmers of fish and dolphins spiraling around her. She’d been enticed into stepping further into the ocean, where the tide rippled, where the current gathered strength for the sake of enamoring – and she’d stumbled her way back into bliss again. But was the contentment justified? Or was it all due to erupt in flames, like all the times before? The femme, the maiden, the fairy, was worried because she’d seen the way the earth changed, divided, opened wide in chasms and acrimony, plunging them all into states and fits of malice and hostility. Lena tried not to let her doubts cloud over her features, attempting to remain a positive beacon, a radiant piece, portal, of light and hope, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and the delight she always yearned to show the world didn’t blend into its usual luminescence; too wary, too uncertain.
She and Imogen approached much like they had before – crowding along towards the back, catching glimpses of light and sound, of figures and creatures, of words, phrases, and questions tossed over the din. Kisamoa was glancing out over the ocean – perhaps dreaming, perhaps pleased, perhaps entranced like they’d all been – and the Moon Goddess, as eerie, as magnificent as she’d always seemed, stood out more to the Mender. The latter deity had shown her wares in events before, when murder was a key note in everyone’s lives, when groups tried to uncover the veil, when friends were broken, massacred, left to suffer and die at the hands of marionettes and shadowed plots. Lena, still brave, still stalwart, lingered seemingly out of reach, careful and silent, wondering what had brought the luminary being out, and what she intended to show the rest of them all over again.
[Lena hangs out around the back.]
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
11-03-2016, 05:27 PM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 05:30 PM by Nyx.)
It is suspicion that leads the silver mare towards the beach again. She has been trying to suss out what exactly Kisamoa wants with the citizens of Helovia, and how he'd manage to entrance her usually cynical daughter Oizys into the water. Nyx still hadn't quite got over the filly's arrogant dismissal of her attempt to help, but she doesn't hold it against the girl. She's adventurous, and doesn't want her mother cramping her style. Still, it hurts that Oizys had rejected her attempt to save her, and it worries her that the yearling may attempt to enter the water again.
Fortunately, her daughter is simply stood quietly and glowering nearby. A swift scan of the area tells Nyx that Arakh is here as well, although she misses Esinakh over the far side. Her son seems to be socialising with a group of other foals, so with a knowing smile the mare stays well away. It always saddens her to see her children growing up - oh, for them to stay young and at her side! - but she accepts that they cannot remain hers forever. It's good to see him making friends.
So the General stands alone near the back of the crowd. The Goddess of the Moon's arrival is interesting - perhaps she can shed some light on what Kisamoa is up to. In silence the grey mare observes, her skin itching as though expecting battle to erupt at any moment. It would not be the first time; Helovia has previous when it comes to seemingly innocent situations turning into bloodshed. A familiar face grasps her attention - Tembovu - and she alters her path to meander over. "What do you think the Goddess is going to do?" she murmurs to the Elephant without preamble.
[ SOMEDAY WE MAY SEE A WOMAN KING, SWORD IN HAND, SWING AT SOME EVIL AND BLEED ]
She tries to keep herself out and about more. It’s vaguely completely tempting to just stay in her pool in the Hidden Falls and stay nice and hidden. But she knows better. It’s her job to recruit and to collect stories. If she were going to do either of those things, she needed to leave the Falls. She probably needed to figure out how one made friends, or more realistically find someone who considered friendship to be something more like a vague and distant acquaintance like she did.
Besides, with Kisamoa out, she actually just didn’t want to miss anything. Maybe the rest of Helovia didn’t trust him so readily (perhaps rightly so). But she didn’t care. He was her home – the worst parts of it, but still – embodied. He was the closest he could get to becoming herself again. She could swim beneath the depths of the ocean now and never need to surface. She’d need to find something to store the seaweed in, but for now, she had it safely hidden away back in the Falls.
She stays close to the water. Which isn’t unusual for her anyway, so she manages to find the gathering of horses without too much effort. There’s enough of them by the time she nears that the noise draws her attention. She follows to find Kisamoa and…well, that must be the Goddess of the Moon. There’s no one else that could be. Syrena doesn’t need to have seen the mare before to know this. Isopia is near the Goddess and Kis, along with a black stallion she does not know (but who looks very much like a child of the moon).
Like always, she doesn’t work her way through the crowd or try to get a closer view. Though she notices Albrecht, and for some reason, she finds herself wandering in his general direction. Why? Mostly because she knows no one else here. Not that that bothers her. She is perfectly fine (better, even) alone. But she’s trying to be sociable. So of course, logically, she’d try to work on that skill with a less than sociable counterpart. “Less itchy now?” she says quietly, assuming he’ll know she’s asking after the snake. She did kind of like the snake.
11-03-2016, 06:26 PM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 06:28 PM by Skadii.)
Skadi ambles uselessly, unsure of where she’s going or precisely her location beyond that she is in Helovia. The sudden hollowness of her absent magic leaves her.. Perturbed to say the least. The woman is accustomed to easily breathing life into frigid structures with hardly batting an eye, but yet now, she is as weak as she was the day she stepped from her chrysalis of ice. Still, Skadi seeks with a sense of determination to find the ocean. There is a need within her to draw close to the salt and brine, to feel the waves press over her and be baptized by their fury. The frostborn seems to wander for days before she finally sets foot in the sand. Her eyes fixate on the ocean, watching in silent awe at the rolling tide. Then she takes note of something peculiar, her eyes drift towards the crowd gathering and curiosity gets the better of her.
Skadi steps towards the group and remains on the outer edge for the sake of safety. Her head tilting unsure at what precisely she is watching What few faces she knows in Helovia don’t appear to be lingering nearby so she averts the group, more focused on the two denizens before her. The frostborn remains ignorant, unknowing of the deities that lay in front of her so she simply watches with immense fascination at the sight until her eyes drift over the crowd again. None of the faces particularly stand out and she presumes she will be alone in whatever venture that will begin to unfold.
walks up to the group and watches curiously, remaining on the outer edge
all my sweet memories were buried in the sand
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It always seemed to be easy enough to find the gatherings. Lyanna had taken to flying a bit more often lately – as if she didn’t fly enough. But she wanted to keep an eye out for Kisamoa. She was curious, though in a wary sort of way, of what might come of his appearance. There’d been the call for a challenge, though she had not gone. Perhaps she should have, but her duties to her herd kept her busy, and she had stayed in the Edge.
Today though, she lands, joining the group that’s already formed. She lands far enough away so as not to disturb anything, tucking her teal-dipped wings to her side as she walks into the group. It’s obvious something more is going on. The Goddess of the Moon stands near Kisamoa, her words slightly vague. Lyanna is just in time to see her stomp her hoof, the sand turning to glass all around them.
Oh?
What was happening? She’s uncertain, truthfully. There’s two horses near the Goddess and Kis. The one she recognizes from the Edge, that black stallion that looks very much like he belongs to the Moon as well. His children are nearby as well, and somehow, she feels very small. Which is saying something, because she always feels small here. It doesn’t bother her – that was the whole point of coming here. To live in a place where she would be completely unremarkable. But sometimes she forgets all that Helovia has. More magic and Gods and things than Morham ever had. It’s such a different life, and she is still astounded by it.
A familiar, white-blue form catches her attention. Erthe stands near the edge of the group, and Lyanna makes her way over to the girl. She had few friends in the Edge. Some, certainly, and she loved them dearly. Erthe was among her small group of friends, and she admits, she simply can’t help but feel a little protective of the younger mare. More than simply because it is her job to be sure the herd is healthy. She smiles at Erthe, reaching out to touch the girl’s cool skin in a friendly hello. She remains silent, not wanting to interrupt anything, and turns her attention to the gathering. Tembovu is there, their sentinel King, his eyes sweeping between them. She nods to him as well, finally turning her attention simply to the Goddess and Kisamoa to see what might happen.
The lemon drop bounded forward in a spray of sand. She did not know the meaning of ‘reserved,’ and nor did she want to. Her pert gaze swept across all those gathered—sticking on the bull-horned boy from the last time she was on the beach. He had seemed like good company (read: he had agreed to blowing up things); but he had left to take care of his sister—what a drag. She had been freaking out over sand? Who comes to the beach when they don’t like sand?
Larue snorted and shook her lemon-freckled head, brushing aside her consciousness that was whispering: ’you’re only bitter because you want someone to take care of you like that.’ Because that was nonsense. The lemony girl had been by herself since day one; and now her mother was Lady Hotaru’s right hand; and dad was… well dad was stuck in their cave.
So it was no wonder that the tartlet bounded right into the middle of all the commotion. She craved attention and excitement and interaction. She made sure to keep clear of grouchy, stinky, snake-man; she did not want to be subjected to one of his powerful kicks again. Her ribs had been sore for days. That had put a major damper on things.
Her bright gaze kept darting towards @Arakh —but he was talking to some other, younger colt. And Larue wasn’t feeling the young-colt vibe in that moment, especially after hanging out with Shida. She was cool. Instead, with her tail twitching in anticipation, she came to stop near @Erthë , “What’s with the glass? What’s going on?” Her questions were bright and excited as she waited.
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Larue looks at Rak, talks to Erthe, and waits to see what is going to happen.
What exactly was going on? It seemed every few steps the filly took, she came across another little event with Kisamoa at the center. Did he just have a gravitational pull that grabbed as many Helovian’s as he could? It perplexed the child, Khairi wasn’t much help with decisions either when it came to this. Of course, the bird was curious, and he always urged his princess into these events. And as far as he was concerned, he’d continue to do so unless she was in danger. So far, these events had been less than eventful, and some had even come away with a few different trinkets from them. It caused the interest in events go up if she thought she might receive something from it.
She had been leading, her mother trailing as they tried to search for their lost family member. It seemed a never-ending endeavor, every waking moment was spent searching for him. If she didn’t, her guilt might have just eaten her alive. At least, when she tried to look and do other things, they rewarded her in some ways. A soft sigh passed through her lips as she looked on ahead to the gathering, searching the bodies for her brother as always. Yet, when she didn’t spot him, she did spot Ru’in. Immediately, her legs began to take her his way, wondering just how he was fairing in the weather with that heavy coat of his. She glanced back at Rexanna with a gentle smile, announcing that she was going to go stand with Ru’in. She knew this friend was alright with her mother, despite the history his mother and hers had.
So with that confirmation, her and Khairi set out to stand beside the mutated boy. She offered him a gentle smile and reached to greet him gently if he so wished. “Hello Ru’in.” She began, tearing her gaze away from the boy that caused foxes to dance across her flame, continuing her search for a familiar pink woman. She hadn’t seen her close friend in a while, and it was beginning to bother her. Just as she was about to ask Ru’in of his sister’s whereabouts, she noticed the goddess in all her lavender glory, with multicolored glass at her feet as she spoke to the fish creature from before. And just like that, her gaze wouldn’t leave the event at hand.
That day, the siren decided to let Kiada lead while they searched for Kianzo. Marembo sat among her withers much like Khairi did most of the time for her daughter, helping the best he could in search for their prince. Of course, when a gathering began, Rexanna always grew slightly weary. She worried one of these events would turn into a similar one from the Rift wars. The last thing she wanted was disease spreading among the family she had left. At least this time Tembovu couldn’t shame her for not being a part of the Edge – apparently a cure to the horrible black sludge she remembered messing with her senses.
A soft sigh passed through her lips as she trudged after her daughter. The filly’s voice rang in the air, letting her know that she was going to go see Ru’in. Offering the child a smile and a nod, she began to scan the area as well – doing her best to try and forget the horrible encounter she had with Hotaru over her leave from her first home in Helovia. When she scanned the area, she spotted Tembovu standing beside the grey mare that he had protected during the Rift wars. She remembered how he told her he wasn’t sure if he was the father to her children – and immediately a bit of jealousy sparked in her chest. Her gaze narrowed slightly, but she continued to watch for a few seconds as she spoke to the Elephant King.
Immediately, as Marembo’s blue gaze landed on Mbwene, he hopped off of Rexanna’s back and began to the elephant, squeaking the whole way in his tiny bursts of excitement and happiness. Rexanna began to follow the small polecat who seemed to have a more careless attitude than his bonded – but he assured her not to worry (despite not being around for that event). Still, she obliged her companion and came to stand on Tembovu’s other side, smiling to him gently and pressing her muzzle into the side of his neck before murmuring a soft hello, and looking to Nyx afterwards with the same smile. “Hello.” She added, her memory faulting her on the mare’s name. All she could remember was the frustration that laced her mind as Tembovu spoke of this woman. So she did her best to keep her attention on the Goddess, Kisamoa, and her daughter to refrain from straight out glaring at Nyx.
The last time on the beach had been a grand adventure. The behemoth of a vulture had flown beneath the waves; which not only had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but also had felt remarkably buoyant and refreshing on a all manly parts of the stallion. Even the simply sensation of seawater passing between his feathers had been delightful—even if it had taken a full two days of spreading them in the sun to fully dry the waterlogged appendages. Despite that, it had entirely been worth it. The reef had been a feast for the eyes.
So the thickly boned (and now, with the turning of the season, even thicker-coated) man leisurely strolled through the deep sand and came to stand alongside a dark, winged woman with strikingly electric blue markings ( @Ampere ). His eyes could not help but roam her amply athletic curves for a moment, before the rainbow glitter of glass made his sharp, raptor’s gaze jerk towards Kis and the Moon Goddess (who, also, got a long and lingering look over her sensual and feminine lines).
The shameless vulture then grinned—he quite liked these gatherings that seemed to be happening with increasing frequency. They were filled possibilities. So, a rouge grin crossed his bearded muzzle as his bright, red-and-yellow gaze sharpened back on the appealing mare alongside him, “Seems like we’re in for more excitement, heh?” His rough voice was colored with amused anticipation that he invited the mare to join in on—from the taunt and tense look on her face, it seemed like she needed some relaxing. His brows raised sightly, gaze lingering on her azure-marked face.
11-04-2016, 01:30 PM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2016, 01:30 PM by Aleta.)
It is happening again.
A girl is alone in the world, even in a crowd such as this. Everyone she doesn’t know gathers around the pair of immortals, Kisimoa and a purple-tinged mare than can only be the Moon Goddess. A girl has never seen the Moon up close before; indeed, the astral body that floats above their mortal plane once the Sun lays down his weary head pales before this glorious being on the beach. A girl is wary, as she is wont to be, but curious. This is a good trait, this curiosity, one of the many things imparted to a girl from her mother’s blood many moons ago.
A year is a long time for a girl to have been without a mother, and though it has not been exactly that, it is near enough as makes no difference. These days, she rarely has a father on whom she can rely. More and more, a girl has considered finding her own way, making her own home. The Hidden Falls have brought her nothing but sadness and loneliness. She will not miss them.
But that is neither here nor there.
For now, a girl thrusts all thoughts of home aside to focus on the scene at hand. There is something vaguely threatening about the Moon, a girl decides, something that cannot quite be named. When the purple mare stomps her hoof upon the sands, grains turn to shards of sparkling glass. Kisamoa, the strange man from under the sea, had such a jovial attitude before; how will he take the goddess’s actions? Will it be war, much like that a girl has heard of from the time before her birth?
Only time will tell.
"Talk."
OOC | Lingers on the outer edge of the group, attempting to stay off by herself.
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11-04-2016, 01:40 PM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2016, 01:40 PM by Persephone.)
Persephone
As hesitant as the sunset mare is to wander far from home, she cannot help but adore the beauty of Helovia. It calls to her from behind the Falls, coaxes her from the safety of her home, coerces her into the open. She cannot say that she minds, particularly now that she has Alecto to accompany her. Indeed, the mischievous kitsune is often the reason for Persephone’s exploration, for she delights in adventure and attention. The fox’s recent escapades have gained the mare new friends, so when the creature darts off into the brush and barks something that sounds very much like a command, her bonded merely shakes her head, smiles, and follows.
The pair travels for what seems like hours, pausing here and there to explore anything particularly intriguing. The world surrounding them is almost eerily quiet, devoid of much of the hustle-and-bustle that Persephone has come to expect in Helovia. Normally, it seems that she can’t go anywhere without running into someone new. Today, though… today she sees no one and nothing until they arrive, exhausted, at the Endless Blue.
Down the beach, a crowd is gathering. Recognizing Kisamoa, the mare shrugs and follows her already bounding kitsune toward the commotion. As she takes a place somewhere near the Falls Storyteller, one of the few faces that she recognizes in the crowd, the mare realizes that this time, Kisamoa isn’t alone. A purple-colored mare, an oddity even in these strange lands, stands near him. The mare stomps a hoof and the sand turns to glass beneath their hooves, causing Persephone to jump. Even Alecto cowers in his bonded’s shadow.
The sunset mare is uneasy, and waits on tensed muscles for whatever may come next.
"Speech."
OOC ;; Stands somewhat near Syrena, but doesn't interact.
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11-04-2016, 01:57 PM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2016, 01:57 PM by Själ.)
Själ
Seemingly out of nowhere, Sjal appeared beside @ Erebos and @ Rikyn, a rather bored expression on her ivory face. She hadn’t been far away when the immortals had appeared on the beach, and she had joined the rapidly growing crowd without a second thought. Whatever was happening, she wanted to be a part of it, particularly since learning what roles the gods of this land often played in the lives of its inhabitants. Had her own mother not been blessed by Time, only to be cut down by that poor Moon-controlled bastard Sultan from the Dragon’s Throat?
In any case, her presence was perhaps a sudden addition to their little group, but seeing as they were two of the only faces she knew in the crowd, she decided that they would simply have to deal with it. Besides, Erebos, at least, was a friend – even after soundly beating her in their little spar not too long ago – and Rikyn… well, he wasn’t an enemy, at the very least. Ansgar, as always, was perched upon the young mare's haunches, and she crooned a soft greeting to them both.
Kisamoa she knew from his last appearance upon Helovian shores; the Moon Goddess she knew only by reputation. Was it her imagination, or was there something odd about their interaction? Oddly enough, the way the Moon spoke almost reminded her of Psyche, and the girl felt a slight chill roll down her spine at the thought. When the goddess stomped and the ground turned to glass, the princess raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the boys. "What do you think this is about?”
"Speak." --Ansgar.--
OOC | Stands with Erebos and Rikyn, talks to them after the goddess makes glass appear.
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Nothing in this world could have prepared the Transcended for seeing the Moon Goddess in the flesh.
If she’d had her way, she would have lived the rest of her life without ever having to look upon the conniving bitch - be respectful, she is still a goddess! - creature who stood upon the Endless Blue beside the newcomer Kisamoa. But alas, life as of late did not seem to care for Sohalia preferences, and so here she was again, faced with something that she would rather turn tail and run from.
But she couldn’t leave her daughter, who had trotted ahead, to be murdered by the evil queen like Skysong.
Let’s forget, for a moment, that it had been Gaucho who’d technically done the killing. After all, Sohalia had made peace with that long ago.
As the mother and daughter pair arrived at the large group that was gathering, she found herself propelled forward as though in a dream. All of the emotions that she had buried for the past few weeks came rushing to the surface, leaving her bicolored eyes glistening with unshed tears. This time, though, they were driven to the surface not as a result of grief, but of fury: if it was possible to bring a goddess to her knees, Sohalia would be praying for the strength to drive her sneering face into the sand.
But she was nothing but an insignificant mortal, and the Moon, no doubt, had plenty of followers if she found herself in need of a defense.
She’d probably fling them all into the warpath to save herself, anyway.
Somehow, the pale lady found herself next to @Ampere, with Vinati on her other side. The mare’s lips were pressed into a thin, quivering line; her eyes were still glassy with the angry tears that threatened to overflow. Somehow, the Moon Goddess had become the target for all of Sohalia’s pent-up feelings.
The artisan had never felt anger like this.
If the blue looked over, she would see a stormcloud across the ivory dove’s usually kind façade, would note the aggravated lashing of her tail. For once, the mare could not swallow her feelings, could not banish them to a place where no one else would see. They were written across her face for all the world to see, and later, she would be ashamed of her lack of self-control.
She said nothing.
If she opened her mouth, she would lose her mind.
"Talking." -Astraeus.-
OOC | Stands by Ampere and Iskra, with Vinati in tow.
The little sand princess was old enough now that she thought it quite silly to be chaperoned by her mother every time she set foot beyond the sands of the Dragon’s Throat. Even so, she rarely argued. After all, she couldn’t complain, could she? She was getting to explore the world after six long months of waiting. Vinati understood Sohalia’s trepidation; after all, her mother had been kidnapped and, on an entirely separate occasion, simply disappeared with no memory of what had transpired since she was last in Helovia, both while roaming the Wilds. But the girl had inherited her mother’s roaming heart, and she could not help but pine for the ability to go where she pleased, all in the name of gathering inspiration for her art.
The pair wandered until they reached the beach, but upon arriving on the sand, the girl saw her friends in the gathering crowd and bounded ahead. @Iskra and @Matheo were in conversation with some other foals that she didn’t know, and though she had started for their group, she changed direction when she noticed @Kolr toward the front, standing on her own. Well, that simply wouldn’t do, now, would it? So Vinati picked her way through the crowd until she stood beside the other girl, offering a cheerful smile and trying to nudge her shoulder. “Hello there,” she chirped in that distant, dreamy way that she had. “What a pretty rainbow!” The light reflected prettily in the fiery rose tucked behind Vinati’s ear and the blue-green whale strung around her neck. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to paint the air like the little equine girl!
"Talk."
OOC | Ends up standing near Kolr, with her mother nearby.
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