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bhūta Posts: 3
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unidroid
#1



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A blanket of thick pines and firs cascaded around the ebony man, wrapping him up within its womb. The space felt damp with misery and his mind wrapped around the idea of isolation and loneliness. Despair had sank quite deep, far enough to nestle itself within the crevices of his intellect. The gloaming darkness would not hold back any longer and soon enough he would be whisked away into nothingness, an inky nothingness where his screams would stop just beyond his gaping lips. With no one around to hear his desperate moans or see the rivers gushing from his eyes. Yes, it was time, time to let the shadows that halted at the edge of his vision to cloud over and finally wash away the suffering. The feeling of twilight darkening his observation was an ecstasy that he could not explain, and just before the very essence of his soul was tugged from his body a loud snap rang through his ears.

He stopped without the realization that he had been moving at all. A sultry gaze shifted downwards towards his marbled feet only to notice a feeble branch lay snapped in half. Ears swiveled forward and then back with dismay, his cracked lips twisted downwards into an ugly scowl. For a mere second he had grasped at the notion that someone else may have been around. Another someone to push away with a fit of obnoxious frustration, words spilling from a mouth that he no doubt kissed his mother with. Muscles began to ripple again, this time with a conscious mind to control them. Stepping in time with a rhythm that played over and over again within his thoughts. The despondent shadows that had clung around him before had disappeared. Though no doubt lying in wait for another day.

"speaking"

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Tangere Posts: 159
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo
#2

Today she decides it is time to show her face among the conifers and quaking aspens of the Threshold's hillsides. She'll find a newcomer, she plots while she moves over the trodden soil, and politely drag them back to the Basin and pray they become at least semi-useful. Phrixus flies ahead, slicing through the cold orangemoon gusts with liquid ease. His mare, long-horned and short-legged, plumpily jogging just behind him. He glides low and slow, teetering over the path, his wingspan almost too wide for smooth passage.

Right away she can spot the blotch of black against the gray of melting daylight. The pale raven gains immediate altitude, clicking outwardly to his partner. “Lone stallion.” His aerial view flashes sharply in her mind as the raven finds a perch overlooking the small, dim grove. The sun is setting and a waning moon, nearly full, is eager to take the sun's place.

Hello there,” She isn't jogging anymore, but walking, her horned face, glowing white (not magically) and snaking through the growing shadows to approach the stranger. Her cloven feet pick lightly over the leaves and soil, her cropped tail held out in anxiousness. She stops short of getting close, holding her head in front of her and watching him curiously, almost cautiously, with those wide hazelnut eyes. She fails to find the details of his dark face, only the milky white markings on his front stand out at all, and his reptilian front – the absence of a mane gives him a very lizard look. He could have no face for all she knows, he could have no eyes, not mouth, like his lack of mane. Chills spread across her pinto skin and her pink nostrils shiver in reaction to the flush of hot blood sparking through her. Phrixus slides off his branch, the needles raining down from the quaking limb. His pale tear-drop form nose dives to his bonded's withers, silent and graceful, flapping only a few times before finding complete balance, craning his neck to glare into the shadows, into the edgeless figure before them.


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bhūta Posts: 3
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: seven
unidroid
#3



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Specks of dim light poke out from the thick blanket of leaves and branches that adorn above him. Dancing with only the slightest subtleties through the frost nipped breeze. The light slowly began to slip away from the firmament above and soften into the sky's deepening palette. Soon enough the moon would kiss the sun goodnight and spread it's wings across the heavens. The sable man glared at the woodland floor with objectivity, disinterested with the very thoughts that clouded his judgement. The air that was previously warmed by the sun had begun to wash over with a frigid intensity that only the beginning of the frosty months put forth. A slight shiver radiated through the thin coat he had, clearly unprepared for the frosty night ahead. Before he could slip away again into his venomous abyss a voice rang through his laden ears.

“Hello there”

The buzzing seemed to ring on forever, 'hello there, hello there, hello there' he repeated in his head over and over. The silence was intoxicating in a gross way that only made him want to run. Instead, a low rumbling growl radiated from the pit of his stomach and barreled out from the back of his throat, "the fuck do you want". His head had finally swiveled to face the stranger who had undoubtedly been moving closer, though stopped now. The visitor was significantly lighter than he was, like a mix of swirling cremes, though he could be mistaken. The dimming light made it difficult to see properly. The girl seemed to only be a pint shorter than him but rounder in every sense of the word. He stepped a smidgen closer, now somewhat curious of the feathered animal that had perched. "You better get that thing to stop starring at me before I bash its face into the ground" he barked.


"speaking"

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@Tangere - I'm sorry he's so mean /sobs

Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#4
Dear fellow traveller,
under the moon


A long, tired sigh puffed through Sacre’s charcoal lips that pursed together, absent of thought, but drifting through the world as he made some sort of sketchy way back to the Worlds Edge. He had been to the Riptide Isles, seen something wild and magical that had occupied his mind for quite a while. Now, he was just tired, but subconsciously made the detour via the Threshold, as always he convinced himself that by searching for Roux he could also look to see if there were any recruits hanging around. Of course, Helovia’s claiming grounds always appeared to be ready to throw in a surprise entrance or two and Sacre was quite happy to snap up the chance of gaining another friend. Ever since that day on the island Kisamoa had made, the fox-boy had realised how little he knew the residents of Helovia these days, that there were more faces he didn’t know and, in the end, he only knew a couple. It bothered him to say the least and spurred him to be more forthcoming in meeting new faces—or well—more forthcoming than he usually was. In fact, he found solace in making friends, it made him forget the troubles that bugged the back of his mind by having something new and shiny to think about.

The crunch of dead leaves dogged his steps as branches pierced outwards, bare and waiting for Birdsong to breath life into them once again, but Birdsong was a long way yet. Sacre was followed by the trampling of paws and two sets of beady eyes, both belonging to fox-like creatures, though one was more redder than the other and one had many more tails. Their keen button noses caught onto the scent of someone new and they altered direction—another had arrived at Helovia’s doorstep.

A picture of black and red, mane strewn in messy clumps, Sacre bounced around another corner and finally he came across two more faces to greet. One he recognised faintly, an echo from his past, so vague that he wasn’t sure if he was mistaking her for someone else. He certainly didn’t know her by name. The other the fox-boy didn’t recognise at all. This one appeared to have lost his mane in the vastness of his tail whilst a pair of arrows decorated his legs, pointing upwards towards the curve off his neck and his skinny, dark horn. Though Sacre appeared to have caught them mid-conversation... Or confrontation?

Sacre dithered on making his entrance, not wanting to make it worse, but rattled by the harshness of the maneless stranger. "Nice entrance" he dryly thought at the back of his mind, but pushed it away. This wasn't the first time he had seen such animosity here. Perhaps the anxiety of being somewhere new put them on edge. Sacre was always reminded he could never understand such a feeling since he had never truly left Helovia... Perhaps one day he would and then maybe he might understand what it was like to not know where one was.

"Perhaps my friend might like to know who you are and why you are here?" he eventually asked neutrally, whilst his two foxes peered from behind his forelegs, hoping it would prompt the new stallion to remember that it was he who was the stranger here and should watch who he threatened. Or, at least, Sacre hoped that he might heed his words for the fox-boy was a sorry sight in battle and really wasn't any good with threats, or situations that required him to be more... Scary. Silently, he prayed the painted mare also wouldn't mind him calling her friend as he went to stand somewhere between the pair, smiling kindly at the girl and casting curious glances at the guy with arrows on his legs.


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Something so precious about this

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#5
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It wasn't uncommon to meet some strange or unsocial folk in the threshold. It was, of course, the threshold.
When the Doctor heard foul language on the air, the kind he'd only heard dripping from someone like Mauja or the Sparklight, he was reasonably shocked.
When there was swearing there was usually venom and anger, and so the flaxen brute rushed to investigate.

Antlers and their tines at the ready to defend himself and any individuals that might need defending, the flaxen physician slinked between the tree trunks.
"Aiya!" he chanted skywards, watching as his lantern lit with a homely glow. He would approach as he did anyone, open and friendly but confident.
Sacre was there, the blood-splashed nurse. He was glad to see him unharmed, though his eyes gave a quick glance over the others present. The voice could only have come from the maneless man who stood shorter than the other males present, sharp horn seeming even sharper than most.
Tilney stood beside his friend Sacre, and sent a caring glance to the splashed mare. He hoped it wasn't her this man had barked at.

The chestnut man stood tall and looked over the newcomer, green eyes bright and true. "Good Afternoon traveller" how else do you speak to someone so vulgar anyway?
"Is there a problem? I heard some rather harsh language from over this way, I hope that wasn't you Sacre" Tilney looked to the Red-ticked man, though he knew well that he was not the culprit as he knew the nurses voice reasonably well by now.
Lantern aglow and crooning over the group, the physician hoped that whatever issue there was it could be easily resolved.
impassioned-dreams | @Tangere
Welcome to Helovia!! I'm Neve. + "Aiya" - Turns Tilneys lantern on :)

Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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Mortuus Nox Posts: 187
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Dressy
#6
You can have your very own
Devil at the cross roads
The beast grumbled as his cracked hooves roamed Helovia. He had traveled far from home to get the threshold. His scared pelt started to thicken with fur as the winter began to fall upon them. The Basin was not an easy place to live, and informationally that is why others did not travel there very much. The mountains were home to many, but their numbers were dwindling, this is why the demonic beast moved to the Threshold. His heavy crown raised to her a voice chime in. It was one that was soft and sweet. She was of the Basin; he felt like he might know her. Then a voice came from the quiet world, it snapped and lashed out at the sweet woman. Ears pinned to his ebony skull as he dragged his body closer.

His eerie body pulled its self from the Bush to stand next to the painted woman. Cold gray eyes looked to the girl, and he dipped his head to her. "Hello Dear, it is wonderful to see you again." his heavy skull turned to address the other men from the other herd. The black and red one spoke up first for the actions of the other black bastard. Then the antlered stallion spoke up talking to the one named Sacre. Stone cold eyes had gazed at the two herd mates before his deviant attention fell upon the traveler. His demon like horns tilted to this right as his head cocked. His emotionless face looked upon the man with a blank expression. Then his voice raised from the pits of hell. Nox furrowed his brow as he spoke "The Lady came to offer you a home. I am not too sure if we should take you to the Basin with that attitude. Many here do not take kindly to rude barbaric behavior such as you have exhibited. It would be best for you just to keep your mouth shut. Because I can give you reasons to cuss and spew profanity if you really want..." His maw twisted and turned into a devious smile daring the man. Cold gray eyes brightened at the fact of giving this man justice for what he had spewed at the woman. Turning his skull to the other men, he introduced himself " "I am Mortuus, a Medic for the Basin." The haunting feel that surrounded the man dropped for a moment and he smiled. He was bright and warming almost to the others showing he had no evil intentions. He was just looking out for another herd member.

"Talk."
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Tangere Posts: 159
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo
#7


“how long is forever?” asked alice.
“sometimes just one second.” said the white rabbit.

______________________________________



Ah, he's one of those. She simmers with the thought, the disappointment at his general lack of an original personality, while he continues with his unpleasant hissing.

She eyes his feeble horn and a smirk tugs at the wrinkled edges of her pinks lips. “and how exactly do you propose to do that, stranger?” if he thinks he's got magic, he's dead wrong. Volatile vagrants in the threshold are nothing to fear when you've got the basin at your back.

All of my friends are heathens.

Her soft eyes squint to scrutinize him. Her head draws back up, her stance straightening, she's got no hope to stand physically bigger than him. “...he's much quicker than you, and so am I – anything done to us will be done to you three fold, friend. So you best relax then, aye?” Her voice came through clenched teeth, what normally was light and as beautiful as chimes on the wind – like seashells caressing each other with love. Phrixus croaks in typical raven form, craning his wings out to hook beside his body.

Another stallion's entrance thankfully disrupts them, to Tangere's relief. She's not very good at being seriously aggressive, sarcastic and sassy is doable, but unnecessary aggression has never been a strong suit of hers. Go figure. His (Sacre) voice is like warmth in her ears, a creamy sort of sound with the necessary masculine notes, her grin returns and she nods to him. Friend felt nice. She accepts it graciously and gestures a spot next to her. He may close in, if he wanted.

"Good Afternoon traveller"

His voice is chipper and bright and it appears to instantly lighten what little heaviness loomed still. The moon's rising light decorates them all in ribbons of silver, accenting each individual's color (or lack of, considering the darker ones of the group). The pinto girl grins and her raven's wings settled back against his ribs, his feathers ruffled still, his blue eyes not leaving the maneless stranger.

Nox!” She beats him to the punch, so to speak, and nods happily to his acknowledgment. “Pleasant to see you as well, and it's nice to meet you as well.” Her smile is only slightly nervous as she looks over the antlered man, and then the darker one, his crimson markings somehow captivating her soft saucer eyes. She mouths a very low, but audible, “Thank you.” Her pinks lips carving the word carefully so they may know exactly what she's saying.

I too am from the Basin, but it's not likely you'll survive long there – though I encourage you to try. If the cold seems too much for you, these fine men probably have a place for you to go; if you're not too much of a piss-ant to them.” Venom doesn't fit nicely into her voice, but she clearly is giving it a go anyway.

With this team though, she can probably say whatever she wants. Lucky for her.






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bhūta Posts: 3
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: seven
unidroid
#8



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He could feel the space tightening, his "humble" thoughts invaded by uninvited visitants. The pull of isolation plucked him further into a shadowy void of uncertainty and his eyes shut for a moment of contemplation. An icy embrace curled around his feelings of bitterness and vexation, weaving and snaking its way down towards a soured heart. A dimming silhouette hung in the abyss above him, waiting to whisk him away so there was nothing left but hatred and rage. Though it did not matter much to him, his body was nothing but an empty carcass for a wild fire that had dwindled to nothing but a flicker long ago. A cold shiver shook him from his temple and hurtled along the tip of his spine.

/"Perhaps my friend might like to know who you are and why you are here?"/

This voice felt much warmer and it dulled his nagging anxiety to a bareable hum. Eyes finally opening to examine the new face. Another darkly hued stallion like himself to his delight, except with a bloody stain on his flank. A deep breathe surfaced to his sable lips and a frigid chill escaped in a plume of frost. However, before the frigid man could speak another word, a third presence had shown themselves. His facade interested Bhuta much more than the words he spoke and he ignored what the man was saying. Eyes swaying over a remarkable print of a tree twisting up his leg and spraying over his neck. Ears swiveled forward with a curious interest though no words left his lips and he turned back towards the red stained stallion. His mouth opened to speak, but was quickly shut down by a fourth /party/ member.

/"Hello Dear, it is wonderful to see you again."/

Bhuta turned his head, frustration building. Another stallion painted like the night sky, though much huskier than him with two curling horns adorned his head. Bhuta watched with angst as the large man addressed the creme girl.

/"The Lady came to offer you a home. I am not too sure if we should take you to the Basin with that attitude." /

The last bit of the man's sentence was ignored as he swayed his head to the side, ears laying flat against his skull. "What makes you think I want to become a Basin bitch?" he sneered. His gaze shifted towards the young lady with a cruel interest, "I didn't ask to be whisked away by a fuckboy and his hoe you pathetic little squak" he spat.

"speaking"

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Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#9
Dear fellow traveller,
under the moon



Memorable to the eye along with his vulgar language, Sacre couldn’t knock the maneless stud for a lacking entrance, the way he barked was enough to draw in two more curious souls from nearby. The Threshold was perfect hunting ground for preying on the next recruit, but the fox-boy saw it as an opportunity to find another friend, though this one he was less inclined to reach out with his heart in search of harmony. How was he meant to connect with this unknown unicorn if he snapped at a simple greeting? What troubled Sacre more was that this may escalate further, he wasn’t the smoothest talker, but when Tilney approached the fox-boy fell into the comfort of his shadow—the Doctor always knew best right?

“No Doctor, I would not be so rude” he replied, but he wasn’t looking at Tilney, rather, he was looking at Mr. Maneless Arrowlegs. Sacre was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, heck maybe the guy had had a particularly disastrous day, not that it excused his choice of words, but the Nurse opened his heart hoping the growing situation might ease. It was then that another, dark stallion entered the conversation. One of his curving horns had a trinket clasped to it and Sacre gazed at it before dropping down to meet his cold gaze and the fox-boy’s eyes narrowed. “Great” he thought, silently hoping that Mortuus wasn’t going to instigate it even further, that his stony face was just a disguise. The words came and Sacre visibly grimaced as the Medic baited him and the painted mare, who was also of the Basin, added to the verbal slap, lacing it with venom.

Were the Basin team trying to make it worse? Perhaps Sacre was missing the point, he had missed the point in the past many times only to realise what was happening later, but this he did not understand. He looked briefly to Tilney with a dubious expression as the maneless stranger delivered his profane reply causing the fox-boy to cringe and his two bonded friends to scamper back behind his rear legs. This wasn’t exactly a conversation for the more innocent of ears.

Feeling an anger rise within him, he bit his lip, struggling to suppress the urge to shout to the Gods above and ask them for peace. Yet, the Nurse felt that his rage would only add to the forming fire and he struggled a moment to contain the wild emotion he always felt so freely. Giving in to this hatred, this temper… Was this how d’Artagnan, his father, had become mad? It was easy to say that the prospect of being anything like the Nightshade frightened him more than his anger at what was in front of him.

“Did you come here to pick a fight?” he groaned at all three of them, the maneless and the two who hailed from the northern mountains. Although as soon as he said it he realised he didn't really want them to answer it.

He considered then whether he should actually extend an offer of invitation to the Worlds Edge to the newcomer or not, it wasn’t like he was very open to the Basin’s offer nor did he seem to appreciate it. Yet, it wasn’t like this stranger couldn’t stumble across the Worlds Edge by himself, the question of joining was down to those of higher rank—like Tilney.

“Whether or not this stranger comes to the Worlds Edge is up to him and those with authority” he shrugged in response to the mare’s suggestion of him coming with them, before turning his head to the Doctor, with his glowing lantern, and placing the situation entirely at his hooves. If he got too more into this he might say something he’d regret later. He also didn't really like using the term stranger, but despite his questioning earlier the guy hadn't given them a name, so stranger he was until Sacre knew what to call him otherwise.

Moving his gaze back to arrow-legs, his head tilting to the side and gesturing towards the path into Helovia. “You can always go it alone—” he then nodded his head in the direction that was beyond Helovia “or go elsewhere” his voice was still warm and inviting despite this, though it was much more forced and his usual bright boyish smile had been squashed into a thin line.


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