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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.
11-29-2016, 03:36 PM (This post was last modified: 11-30-2016, 03:00 AM by Ru.)
Daybreak, the light was muted however from the swaths of cotton formed in the sky. Thick, rolling bodies that disappeared into the horizon. And with them, the falling snow. The wind was not so harsh though, and the quiet seemed precious, muted from the insulated grounds.
Ru wandered out from the little spot she slept from, cover provided by the trees. It did not provide much warmth, and she shivered briefly as she forced herself on. Muscles stiff from the cold as her breathe huffed out in mild annoyance.
When was summer returning? She yearned for the heat, and expressed this in an exasperated chittering, succinct clicks that dissolved into the open after a moment. She shook her body from the clumps that had fallen upon her, and vigorously gave her wings a few strokes. With a sharp yawn, the youth headed out and traversed the strange land that was the World’s Edge.
But rather than look for the steep cliff edges, to the ocean that never faded from the horizon, she drew inwards. Threading her body in and about the trees, brushing her wings gently upon them – as if she might place her scent among all the others that belonged here. And then maybe, she too, would impart her own thread into their stories.
A story would be nice, she lamented. It would make winter bearable, it would help to escape reality for a little - although the sky had always offered reprieve. Something new would be pleasant, even if excitement awaited in one’s imaginative head, or in the fervor of a talented voice and ardent lips. She stilled as she caught something from the edge of her eye then, her body becoming immediately rigid – practiced, from her wanderings in the wilds. A grin quirking upon her lips when she’d spotted a rabbit, rigid and as still as she had become farther out to the left.
She waited, curious if they would bound away. But neither of them moved for what seemed like twenty minutes at least. Stray clusters of snow trailed out from the canopies. The pegasi’s breaths stilled, and moved so very quietly in that moment. It burned inside of her, but she was curious and patient to see what the creature would choose to do.
Perhaps it was the cold that made her lunge out first, gathering her limbs and pressed her wings close to her body as she ran. The feathers lined along her neck flared out for the attack. She giggled breathlessly, with a predatory grin hanging against her lips.
Its darting to and fro, left and right did not deter her, but the youth had ushered it forwards into a ‘generalized’ movement.
Somehow, as the heat returned to her core and spread out across her limbs, she had caught it. The body fumbled and she could feel it snap underneath her fore hoof. Sending a rather sickening chill through Ru’s body. At her speed, she could only skid to a stop, and wildly turned around with labored breath. Her flared nostrils could smell the blood, which had inevitably clung to her hoof.
She caught the rabbit.
She had finally caught the rabbit.
Pale eyes stared at where she assumed its body lay, covered in the disturbed snow a few feet ahead of her.
Trotting off and as happy as Zubari could be, he ventured from his little hut. The term happy must be used loosely with the chocolate spotted boy. For what was happiness? For some, it was a walk on a beautiful day; others are happy around family, but ask yourself one more time. What is Happiness? What defines someone being happy? The feeling deep in the pit of one's stomach that bring a smile to one's face could be the sense that others feel for sorrow. Everyone is different, not one person feels the same emotions as the others, well if they do then they are a cookie cutter. Doomed to feel as others feel for the rest of their life. They would never really know the true meaning of emotions. The boy felt sorry for people who did not know how to feel their own emotions. The gut feeling that was lurking behind the wall that was built up to suppress it. Why should he care, it is not like they will ever change right?
Rustling, crunching, the sound of roaring hooves brought his attention back to reality. Golden eyes flicked through the trees to find the source of all the racket. A lone winged mare standing out of breath. Narrowing his gaze upon her the boy scrutinized the woman from where he stood. Of course, he would never let her see that she would only see the King's son. He trotted closer until he saw the red streaks on her hooves and in the snow. His head turned moving to follow the trail. Its body was in the snow; cold, mangled, bleeding, and dead. Turning hi head slowly to the mare his bright golden eyes darkened "You killed it... What did the bunny ever do to you!? You're heartless and cold. Do you feel good about yourself? Taking the life of an innocent animal just because you can? You must have some low self-esteem to have satisfaction over this poor soul. " His words darted from his mouth like poison. They held a child-like innocent that was twisted into each letter. The boy knew how to use his words and make it seem like he did not mean what he said. Zubari enjoyed leaving a splinter in your foot that would fester and wound you later after he was gone of course. He held a smile, a sweet child's smile that did not match a single word that came from his maw. "I am Zubari."
12-02-2016, 01:33 PM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2016, 01:38 PM by Ru.)
The blood doesn’t surprise her. The small, thoughtless insertions that include the crack of tiny bones, and the small ear that pokes out from the ground, are what echoes out within her. What was moving is now stiff, silent, what was breathing and feeding, disappeared with the crunching of bone – a sudden, unexpected removal of existence.
It’s hard to say what she feels, or if it should even matter. She recognizes the blood, and its stark contrast isn’t what frightens her. Ru’s seen it before, smelt it from her own body throughout a fight. She wonders about the body, and then she goes so far as to think, what did mother’s body look like when she passed?
Perhaps it was a good thing to never truly know. As she stood there, she could see pieces of mangled fur, crushed flesh without distinguishable origin, steaming in the cool air. She doesn’t even realize that the dark colt has joined her, the one with bright golden eyes, dabbed with markings that barely make themselves out in the bright winter landscape.
When he speaks, she is suddenly aware of his appearance. She is awarded a short time to gather herself at that point, when the boy states the obvious. Yes…, she thinks plainly, of course it’s dead. But the little one runs his mouth, provoking the young mare to raise her head defensively in response. Eyes blinking, amazed by his accusations, perhaps stunned? It bristles the feathers lined against her neck, they flare and expand as if to make her bigger than she seems.
There’s something hollow in what he says. And she knows herself well enough to not take what he says personally. Heartless, cold… low self-esteem? She frowns, raising a brow and undecided as to whether or not she should be mad or confused by these wildly crafted, imaginative spit balls.
It’s the smile that sends her in the opposite direction of anger. That pulses her voice to giggle just as he starts to introduce himself, began cackling as his name finally met the air. Loud jests that hit the air with different depths and ferocity.
Who does this kid think he is?!
The young mare shuts her eyes briefly to squish out the tears that have collected. Takes in deep breathes.
Zubari, huh. What an odd name.
With a calloused snort, she gives the young one a suspicious look. And makes her way closer to the mangled corpse, pausing as she picked up her right fore leg and prodded the snow for its pieces. Ah-, she’d found it. Carefully, the buckskin mare uncovered the snow. A small, low coo exited her mouth as if concerned, as if lamenting over it.
And perhaps she was a little sad. Responsible? Maybe, it was hard to say. But it wouldn’t do, having the body ripped open like it was now for someone else to stumble on.
Mother’s body was probably long gone, to the worms and slugs, the bottom feeders. She was ashes, fertilizer for the earth – unspoken and unsung.
Deciding that she’d spent too much time staring at the mess, she glanced back at Zubari. Tilting her head, and making an inquisitive trill towards the young one. She gestured with a wing to look with her.
“What did the bunny ever do to you!?” Pale rimmed ears flickered with the sound. She had watched the end of the fiasco with the pale winged mare from a hidden spot beyond the bushes. Silently, hoping (or perhaps even praying) that the woman would decide to kill the thing. It was quite a stupid bunny, after all, not even running away from the danger as the winged pegasus lept toward it. Natural selection at its finest – the weak would die.
As Zubari appeared, Kiada’s pale splotched lips formed a tight line. She wasn’t a fan of this sibling of hers. Always talking on and on and sticking his nose in business that wasn’t his. She allowed the boy to finish, and the woman to return her question as Khairi, her bearded vulture companion, looked upon the dead body with excitement, hoping to make it a meal. Kiada’s blue gaze swung to the pegasus, listening as she seemed to say nothing. Instead, trilling and cooing to try and speak. A soft sigh passed through the filly’s lips as griffons took place upon her back in her flames as she made her appearance.
Ink dipped hooves trudged carefully over the branches and snow as she appeared – her gaze narrow and sharp as they landed on Zubari’s black spotted pelt. “I think she’s smart.” She began, her head held high as Khairi swooped from the branch he had been sitting on, hopping ever closer to the dead body under the brush, his scarlet eyes hungrily looking to the pegasus woman as if to ask “please?” “It was a weak rabbit. If anything, it deserved it.” Her head then swung to the woman who still hadn’t given her name, offering a brilliant white smile toward her. “I’m Kiada, and this is Khairi. He’d like to eat the bunny, if you don’t mind?” She questioned with a slight tilt of her head. Awaiting a response briefly before turning her head back to Zubari.
“The circle of life is a fine thing, isn’t it?” She asked,
"Talk."
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Hope you don't mind! :D @Ru @Zubari
Khairi is patiently awaiting the okay from Ru if he can eat the bunny, but it's definitely okay if she doesn't want him to :D
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
12-04-2016, 05:00 PM (This post was last modified: 12-04-2016, 05:00 PM by Tembovu.)
the elephant king
Though sleep found the King much more easily now that Rexanna had created a home for them, insomnia still haunted—especially now that the weather was cold and his son was missing. He sighed a cloud of warm air into the frostbitten daybreak that found him quietly, slowly wandering the Edge’s forests. Then, his nostrils flared as his eyes were drawn to the trees’ trunks. This was a scent he could not put a face to, someone in the Edge he had not yet met. His brows raised as he caught sight of a pale feather clinging precariously to the rough bark. A pegasus, then.
He started after the trail of scent—and it, indeed, was a trail, as if she had purposefully touched every tree in her path. His thick legs quickened, ivory hooves crunching in the snow—snow that grew agitated and disturbed the further he followed the scent. And tracks that grew erratic, darting to and fro—
“You killed it…”
His son’s voice and its chilling words cause his heavy hoof falls to pause for a moment, before moving into a hurried, ground-shaking trot. Who had killed what? His nostrils flared and his ears strained, seeking to get as much information as he could before arriving on the scene—but then he heard another’s voice, “I think she’s smart.” Kiada? His daughter? His ears tilt back.
Zubari—yes his son had hurled his mean and hurtful words, “My son, you are too young to pass such judgements.” Though his words a rebuke, the King is torn: he is uncertain if the colt truly seeks to defend the rabbit or if he says such words to wound. If it were his twin sister, the King would know without doubt that she had the purest of intentions. But with Zubi… his navy eyes rest long and thoughtfully on the colt, before turning to his daughter, his brows raised. He had, thus far, only seen the sweet and eager-to-please side of his daughter. Not this dangerously dark side. His lips purse slightly—though it is a small gesture, it is enough to convey his concerned disappointment. Though he nods at her want to feed Khairi the rabbit; let not the carcass go to waste.
And then he turned to the the laughing woman.
As he takes his first, good look at her, his brows raise slightly at the mass of feathers that coat her neck in place of a mane. Indeed, the Elephant has not met before—he would remember such eyes and mane. His cobalt gaze follows the mare’s dark, striped legs and black hoof as it adjusted the steaming, mangled carcass. “It would be good for Khairi to eat it. Though, I would echo my son’s question, why did you kill it…?” His deep rumble trails off, implying that he was asking for her name.
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
01-06-2017, 02:38 AM (This post was last modified: 01-06-2017, 02:43 AM by Ru.)
The other child is unexpected – surely, Ru is as alone as she perceives herself to be. However, the fresh remains of the rabbit appear to gather more than one wandering soul today. The filly is presented with the images of flaming creatures – mythical beings, she assumes. Ru has no name for their bizarre configuration dancing along the stranger’s back. It steals her attention nonetheless; the feather-mare is intrigued and swept away by the simplicities of this unexpected magic. That the filly’s voice nearly misses her ears.
With a sharp inhale, one that burns her throat, the dunskin mare returns to the youth’s words (and how odd it was now, having grown just a little more, that she was no longer ‘one of them’). Her expression is one of curious observance, and the issue of the dead creature barely concerns the mare for the meantime. Wondering what might have compelled the youth to defend her. If it is a means to defend at all, or perhaps the filly was merely honest in how she perceived the incident. Pending how much she really saw of the simple mistake.
The swooping of Khairi’s wings, the sound of fluttering feathers and a needy gaze turns Ru’s head. A soft grin marks her suspicions of what has clearly happened to her mother’s body, eaten and savored by those who naturally fed on rotten things. This one, however, reeks of fresh meat – life, severed in unforeseen circumstances. An amused snort leaves her nostrils, just as the ground moves against the weight of a giant – one who heralds with a quickened pace, searching eyes, a domineering gaze that makes the girl’s head tilt ever so slightly. Ru shifts uneasily in her spot. Not because she was afraid, or startled, merely uncertain about the stallion’s intentions.
He is a father, although the girl holds no sentimental value for the word, a person, an idea. She had had one once, but he was lost to the winds before she’d ever breached her naked head into the world. Attached to no one, for the sky had jealously stole his heart. Leaving mothers to their children carelessly, without a second thought. So perhaps it’s a wonder that she finds this father is still around, with his child – children perhaps, by the gaze he sends the one named Kiada. They look strikingly similar. If not a daughter, than a cousin or relative.
Ru would have dipped her head in turn, when Kiada introduced herself – how quickly the children’s demeanors changed! But the presence of the taller stallion prevents her from doing so. Bristling briefly, when his eyes take in her differences – subconsciously scowling, Ru can feel the feathers on her neck flare without her command.
She was just about to forego the rabbit, allow the vulture – bird, whatever it was – snatch the giblets and things spread across the floor. But the oldest of the four appears pragmatic, commandeering, ushering her lips to press briefly together. Staring dumbly into his cold eyes, and thinking - why do they assume I killed it intentionally?
With a heavy sigh she nods to Khairi, nudging her nose towards the most concentrated piles of fur, bones, steaming fleshy things. Chirping brightly through her teeth - it’s all your’s. But a single word has yet to cross past her lips. And as there seems to be a question that hangs in the air, unanswered by the snow-feathered mare, she looks to them all and shakes her head. Parting her wings just enough to shrug them.
How would they interpret that? That she didn’t care? That she wasn’t sure?
Ru’s feathered tail twitched in the burning quiet, bleated by the subtle increase in her pulse. She left her turquoise eyes on the stallion, oblivious to his rank – for she was so new, so unawares of what her leaders looked like that she couldn’t have known otherwise.
Inevitably she felt the building anticipation of when they’d all discover her imperfection.
Everyone seemed to take it differently. It was hard to gauge just how soon it would dawn, and the realization that followed.
01-22-2017, 11:46 PM (This post was last modified: 01-22-2017, 11:46 PM by Tembovu.)
the elephant king
At his navy gaze’s inspection of the feathers at her crest, the raise and bristle; which, in turn, causes the Elephant’s own dark brows to rise. His gaze flicked back to her bright teal eyes, questioningly. There must be some underlying reason, some old grievance or insecurity, for the mere examination of her feathers to cause such an instant, instinctive hostility.
The King’s great skull and heavy horn cock slightly as the feathered mare chirps. It was not a sound he had yet heard from an equine—winged or not. “You speak to them? Birds?” His deep voice rumbled in question, eyes curious. His tail flicked around his haunches as she pegasus woman nudged her nose towards the carcass, bringing a new waft of death to the gathering of equines.
And then, as he continued to wait for her name, and none came. Only a bright, direct turquoise gaze that slowly drifted away from his own, expectantly waiting navy. The silence stretched long, and the King’s mounting bemusement began to cloud his eyes and crease his eyes.
The confusion slowly began to clear from his gaze as well, as he asked yet another question,“Do you speak at all?” His black rimmed ears now fully perked forward, entirely intrigued and interested in this new herd member—at least, newly met to him. His ears twitched as the vulture’s beak cracked against the fresh bones before them.
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
The stallion’s first question produces a halting grunt from her lips. And a half grin that crawls to one side of her face, as she simply shakes her head - no; though she almost wishes she could. The noises were simply easier to produce, than the complicated movements of tongue, or the seamless projection of sound.
Ru did not feel like demonstrating that today. Although, an - ah! - usually did the trick.
However the mare assumes that the stallion’s on his way to discovering the reason behind her lacking words, and silences punctuated by bird-like suggestions.
When he comes to that conclusion out loud, she reaches her gaze back upon his dark eyes. She is unable to decipher the emotions that swirl within him, but the stallion appears attentive enough that he might mean well. At least his gaze does not exude a pretentious mood; and perhaps she judged too quickly for his eyes that grazed against her neck.
Ru nods with another of her chirps greeting the air, a confirmation. It is an easy sound that rolls off from the back of her throat, and the flick of her tongue.
She waits expectantly to judge his reaction. The girl cannot speak, but at least she can fight. And unbeknownst to the King, she was determined to become one of the best in their ranks. Despite how long or arduous the trials might prove to be.
The knowledge, the thoughts that burn behind her eyes add a certain edge of amusement to her gaze. That smile softens, and for now the feathers at her neck smooth out and relax against one another in their layers.
There is however, a sense of trepidation that lingers in her mind. With each realization it becomes easier, and she truly wishes that she didn’t care what her peers thought. Perhaps it would be easier, in a way; but for the time being her loneliness had drove a vulnerable wedge into her heart. Making their criticisms more than what they should be, a reflection of the world and how it deflected back to her.
Maybe, just maybe, she would care less in the future. And embrace the pieces that she had left. For the sake of propelling further into the future – becoming someone. Rather than a nameless, hapless vagabond.
02-05-2017, 04:07 PM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2017, 04:07 PM by Tembovu.)
the elephant king
His question about the birds received an answer—though not a verbal one, he noted. A head-shake; no, she did not speak to birds. Though she did speak as one. His thick, black lips pressed together in thought as the young, feathered mare gave him yet another chirp, this time confirming the musing conclusion he had asked aloud.
She couldn’t speak—at least, not with words. Now, the Elephant’s brows raised further on his face, eyes creased with surprise as they meet the woman’s bright teal—which are burning with thoughts and defiance. As if her silence is a challenge. A slight frown marred the King’s brow as he studied her for a moment, thinking.
The mare was young, not long into adulthood as told by her lanky legs and slender crest. So she had not lived a life of silence yet; there were still many years for her to grasp, wrestle with, and live. And, by the bright burn of her teal eyes, it seemed (to the King) that this strange woman would be one to do just that.
So it was not pity or empathy that colored his low timbre as he spoke again, but encouraged factual information, “The gods here, they may be able to help gain a voice, if you would like it, …” his voice trailed off as he went to use her name and realized he did not, in fact, know it. Nor would he. A slight, humorless grin curved up one side of his dark muzzle, “I cannot speak in chirps, so will call you…Unyoya. It means ‘feather,’ in my native language,” his navy eyes searched her questioningly, waiting for an approving (or disapproving) chirp.
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
Ru tilts her head upon waiting, taking in the changes of the King’s facial expressions from where she stood. Perhaps awaiting a scalding remark, or a comment of some sort that pressed the fact of her half-mute state out into the open. Sealing the disclosure for a permanent presence.
The girl doesn’t expect his suggestion of gods. The feathered mare has heard so little of them, has not dealt with their presence – besides the small happenings of Kisamoa. If the King thinks it’s worth a try, worth even mentioning, a glimmer of unexpected hope softens her gaze. Sends her pulse bounding.
The dunskin smiles widely and nods her head – forgetting to stay her tongue, as it leaps into a warbled sound of nothing.
“Ah!”
Yes! Her gaze does not abate the subtle shift of desire, and want that adds to the excited swoosh from her swaying tail. In most circumstances, Ru might have shied from her vocalization. It gave off a constant, childish perception, one that did not exude a warrior.
But it’s news, and it’s the first bit of news that feels promising. Because gods can do anything – can’t they?
As the stallion continues, she nods in agreement. Humming in amusement for a brief moment. He was not the first to have called her by that name, though it did sound fairly unique in the tongue he spoke of. But from where, she could not place. It was the first time she had ever heard of it.
What of the gods?
She shuffled in her spot, infused with a restlessness and desire to contact these beings. How she could approach them, if they would listen…
These questions roll out on her tongue in an inquisitive coo. Perhaps he will explain the how. Ru will just need to find a little more patience to wait out, and hope that he might divulge in this opportunity she so clearly wanted to explore.
02-12-2017, 09:18 PM (This post was last modified: 02-12-2017, 09:19 PM by Tembovu.)
the elephant king
It would take a blind man to miss the hopeful glimmer that softened the defiance in Unyoya’s bright teal eyes as he mentioned the gods and their ability to help her. And the King is not blind—so he does not miss the wide grin that spreads across her face or eager nod of her head. He cannot help but return the grin in kind with a lopsided on of his own.
Though it faltered lightly as his ears twitch at the strange, excited noise that warbled from her lips, catching the King off-guard. He had expected her to be mute (although why, he wasn’t sure, since she could chirp). So, such an odd noise was unexpected…but as the surprise melted, the King’s grin returned, encouraged that Unyoya could gain her voice if she already had the ability for some noises.
His head cocks questioningly and his eyes blink at the amusing-sounding hum that left her lips in response to his name for her—though it is not an answer he will get an answer to any time soon, he realizes. The cause for her amusement will remain a secret until (or if) she regained her voice—or some other way to converse with others.
Thick black lips curve up as his lopsided grin broadens in response to her curious coo—and although the King cannot exactly interpret what the voiceless mare wants, it is apparent to him the she is excited by the idea of the gods. So he offers her more, “If you wish to visit them, find me. I will gladly take you to their shrines in the Veins.”
His head slowly lifts, ears tilting backwards as he silently hears Mbwene’s low and rumbling call. It was so deep that it was felt more than heard. With a quick dip of his head, he turns to leave, “A King’s duty calls, Unyoya. But when you are ready, find me. I will take you.”
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
@Ru since this is an older thread, I thought this would be a good place to wrap it up! I am also happy to have a new thread where Tembo takes her to the Veins! Just let me know :D
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