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[OPEN] Hooves and sticks [clearing/cleaning]

Vezér Posts: 38
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year
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#1
As the group started to set of the filly watched her Apa leave while she still stood next to her brother. She glanced up at him, "You don't have to come with me I promise, I'll be okay." She smiled bravely up at him before wondering off. The second she was away from her brother even if he was just behind her; her heart broke. Her face fell, though her body langue showed no change. If he was following her she did not want the colt to see how being alone bothered her.

She wished, not for the first time, that she was a grown mare. Once she was older men would throw themselves at her white hooves begging to just look at her. The thought of handsome studs bowing down before her drew a grim smile over her face. Ever scatter brained the girl shifted topics. She had no idea how she was going to collect or clean up anything. A hefty sigh rolled from her alabaster lips.

When she was away from everyone else the filly looked around for something to do. Her eyes brightened slightly when she finally found something her stupid small body would let her do; a blocked stream. Feeling useful the filly trotted forward eyes intent on the blockage. Before she moved to touch the sticks and logs she peered into the water curiously. Her eyes widened as she saw fish on both sides. She watched the one on the shallow end as it gasped to live. The girl assumed it had jumped over the sticks and would starve to death if she didn't help. The thought to leave it and watch the life drain from it crossed her mind, but the thought of loosing an animal drove it away.

Stepping closer she carefully reached for a branch, and found she couldn't move the one she could reach. Sighing heavily the filly lowered her body into the freezing water. Air sucked between her teeth as the frigid liquid froze her legs and licked at her belly. She turned so her butt was towards the dam and drawing all her strength the girl kicked out. Tiny hooves smashed into the debris causing a harsh creaking sound. "You can do it!" Her voice was a low whisper meant just for her own ears. Once more she braced before throwing her legs out once more. With a SWOOSH the water broke free shoving everything down stream in a flurry of fish, frogs, and logs. She launched joyously from the water laughing at her own power and progress. She stood shaking on the bank watching the water rush past until it could find it's steady flow once more.
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Weaver Posts: 149
Aurora Basin Corporal atk: 8.0 | def: 10.0 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.1 :: 3 years HP: 61 | Buff: Novice
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#2
The group disperses as this Kisamoa finishes his task, and she takes off following a pack, letting them break off one by one until a filly catches her eye. She trails the girl for a while, curious about the spiderweb markings that cover this girl’s underside. She’s noticed all manner of colors and markings and strange things in the group that had formed around the sea monster (sea god? She doesn’t know. ) Not that weird colors or markings were new to her. Her homeland was full of strangely colored horses. Strange going so far as to include puke green or galaxy colored or literally, everything else.

Honestly, a bunch of them had been pretty damn ugly. That’s sort of what you get for breeding Christmas colored horses with leopard spots.

The girl is pretty though, in a unique but sensible way. Weaver is rather boring here, though she doesn’t care. She’s still pretty, simplicity be damned. The mark of Death sits proudly on her chest, her chain wrapped horns tall and impressive in their tiara on her head. Her wings catch the sunlight, the blue sheen evident in the daylight. For a while, she watches the filly, just trying to figure something out. The girl manages to break a dam in a river, water rushing forward.

It’s impressive, Weaver gives her that. Of course, Weaver doesn’t look down on the young. She’d been barely a year when she’d face the four horsemen, when Death had claimed her and then spit her back out. The young are impressive creatures, as it turns out. Besides, Weaver’s not exactly old. However, she is grown, and she figures maybe she can help the girl. “Want some help?” she calls, finally slipping out of her hiding spot toward the girl, making it look like she hasn’t been lurking for the past few minutes.

She looks at the water, which seems like it’s probably less disgusting now than it was a few minutes ago. With the stream moving again, things seem to be slowly clearing themselves out, though much seems to be getting caught on the bank. She sticks a hoof in the rather freezing water, letting seaweed tangle around her hoof and beginning a pile off the bank of all the dead vegetation that would just leech back into the ground anyway. A few bones stick of out of the rocks at the bottom of the shallow water, and she uses her wings to scoop them out where she can, her mouth only when she has too.

“I’m Weaver,” she offers as she works, hoping the girl will stick around and actually want help. Because to be fair, Weaver had totally just assumed. But who wants to clean alone? Well really, who wants to clean dead things in general? But at least with company it might suck less. “I’m pretty new to Helovia. Do you have any idea what this,” and moves a hoof around, gesturing to the piles of dead things, “is all about?”

- weaver -

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Zubari Posts: 52
World's Edge Colt
Colt :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 1Year 8 Months
Kuuma :: Melanistic African Civet :: None Dressy
#3

ZUBARI
I'm The Truth You're Afraid Of .


The boy had stomped off in a slight hissy. This level of work was beneath his prince filled blood. Zubari gazed around to see what the others were beginning. Some went off and started to pick up sticks; others were touching bones. Idiots, morons, ass kissers, and there was a slurry of words the boy could continue to use. Bringing his mind to a halt, he let the thoughts trail away. Small hooves moved and shifted his light body weight through the mud and muck. This was not worth some magic, or what the fuck ever this god guy was going to give them. A frown settled upon young features as he watched a small filly unblock a cold stream. The girl was a bit younger than himself. Growing golden horns tilted chuckling at her idiocy. Does she not know that the current could wash her away? Then the girl came back up to shore. Golden eyes watched from a distance as another eager selfish creature came along.

This one had wings and a horn, apparently a hybrid of some sort. Her body was two toned like the young filly. The spotted cunning prince just stood back and away from the others. He had pitty for the two girls, honestly, he did. They did not understand that his god was just using them for dirty work. Zubari was much smarter than them, well he liked to imagine himself more intelligent. Golden strands fell across his back with a flick of his tail. Finally, when the older girl asked a question, the boy decided to step foward.

A charming smile fell upon his face as he watched for a brief moment. The older one's name was Weaver, intriguing. The spider girl, on the other hand, had not spoke her name, so Zubari took this opportunity to voice his opinion. "The God's destroyed it.... They got angry at people like y... I mean us, so they released their wrath on Helovia." Good save, that was a close one. The boy shrugged his shoulders kicking a branch into the now flowing water. He might be able to do something."Why are you just doing what this god-thing is telling you to do? Have you ever taken into consideration that he is using us for his dirty work? The work that he does not want to do. I mean if he is as powerful as he says, why does he not just clean the lands? It seems awfully fishy, no pun intended." Golden eyes flicked to one paint then to the other. "I am Zubari or World's Edge."

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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#4

Condemned to Predetermined

"Nonsense." He rumbled, crowned head tipped to the side as he strode after his little sister. Kid and Zhu's absence had thrust upon him the mantle of the elder brother, something that he didn't take lightly. To let Vezer wonder off on her own was an abhorrent thought in his mind, so he followed as any guardian would. Proud and stoic, his crimson eyes trained on her slim form. Cloven hooves easily navigated the debris of withered roots and tree's beneath them, the occasional snag of his too long hair an after thought which rippled through his mind languidly. He'd grown again, everything about him was once more changing as he entered the final, awkward stages where he would evolve from colt to stallion. Soon it'd be over, and he thanked his Grandfather for that, the youthful days of his life dragged along slowly and then all at once, only to halt his delight by slowing down once more.


Tyrath stayed at a respectable distance from his sister, enough that she could feel free to move and do as she pleased, but close enough that should something strike, he would be able to rush forward in an instant and let the magic within him bleed through in a rush of ash and smoke. Golden scales and savage teeth would defend her with his life, for now. It appeared that it'd be a simple enough outing, they would clear away dams and streams, perhaps collect bones before they returned to their father.

He stayed hidden out of sight, or out of sight as his magic allowed, as Vezer settled on clearing a stream. Neck craned to see what may have prompted her to clear this one, and not another. It appeared that his little sister had a soft spot for creatures lesser than them, something which struck a warm chord within his flaming chest. A woman soon revealed herself and the chord changed in a twist of flames and a snorted breath, fortunately, she appeared to bear no ill will toward his sister and so he stayed quiet, eyes narrowed on the exchange. Tempted to answer this Weaver from his shadowed place and explain the nature of the world they were in, he refrained.

It wasn't until the young colt appeared that he too, stepped out of the shadows toward his younger sister. Ears pressed forward to catch the young boy's words, and he found himself rolling his eyes. Not that they would know, the brilliance of being born without pupils. His eyes remained unreadable pits, but their stare had a penchant for making the unprepared squirm. The unpleasant grind of his fanged maw punctuated his appearance, as did the fire which burned within his body, the eerie presence of his ribcage painted in shadows for everyone to gaze upon. "We do it because we must." He stated, tone matter-of-fact. "It is the price we pay for living within their land. If the God's did everything, we would grow fat and demand they do everything for us." He stilled as he approached his sister, hooves sunk into the soggy bank and barely brushed the surface of the water. "Besides, most mortals are the cause of all the shit which has afflicted Helovia. From over feeding ego's to being power hungry assholes. Why shouldn't we clean it up?"

From his sister he glanced to Weaver, and then Zubari. Part of him idled on whether he should give his name, or simply tell Vezer that they would find a better place to collect debris and skulls for Kisamoa. Another part of him protested, and with a resigned sigh and a shrug of his feathered wings, he too began to drag the branches and dead vegetation from the water. A Prince casting of his golden cloak for the many, dirtying his hooves because it too was his burden, an elder brother bonding with his baby sister. "Tyrath, Prince of the Dragon's Throat." 



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Vezér Posts: 38
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year
Pare
#5
She beamed up at her testvér enjoying his kind words. She pranced off aware he was behind her; which she liked. The spider girl loved how he was protective but not so much so that he stuck to her side. It might have made it harder to make friends with her long toothed fire emitting brother at her side. She grinned to herself enjoying the silent guard behind her.

After she breaks the dam a voice calls out from the shadows. She turns, but slowly, knowing her brother was closer by. A smile touched her face, cautious but welcoming. She couldn't trust just anyone. Her own mother had taught her that much. Her voice was warm and welcoming, "Yes please!" She looked the hybrid over curiously taking in her appearance. She was black and white, with wings and horns. Her eyes caught on the odd blue marking on her chest and she had to bight back a question.

Without another word the pair set to work. She copies the mare with her legs and mouth, minus the wings. She hums softly as the work; just a random tune. She has a two small piles beside her, one of bones, one of sticks and other crap. Her ears prick curiously as the mare speaks her name. "I'm Vezér, it's nice to meet you." She offers a true smile this time her head turning briefly to the Weaver. Her question peaks her interest and she pauses to think about it. "To be honest, I doubt anyone does. My Apa doesn't really trust him, but sometimes the Gods give out things for helping them. I guess most of us are a little greedy." Her voice is matter of fact without much emotion. Hell she was here hoping to gain something, even if it was just some work ethic.

Then a handsome boy steps out and speaks. Her eyes narrow the second words start falling out like crap from an ass. her ears flick back and he catches himself before he says 'you.' When his hoof touches the she just about loses her damn mind, but she holds back; for now. He is speaking again saying more shit. "Well, Zubari..." Before she can really lay into his ass her brother steps from the shadows. She sneers at the colt before turning back to work allowing him to take care of the lazy asshole.

She turns her head towards Weaver and whispers, "I promise we aren't all asses like that kid." She smiles softly at the mare, hoping she will believe her. At her brother's last words she shots a VERY pointed glance at the colt. Even Tyrath began to clean up with them and she turned to the colt her ears tilted back and eyes made of blood fire, "If you aren't going to help move on." She watches him daring the boy to argue or loaf around. Tyrath gives his name and homeland, which she doesn't agree with. "He is also my oldest testvér, or brother in native tongue." She smiled at Weaver and gave the cold the cold shoulder until he made his choice to leave or help.
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Weaver Posts: 149
Aurora Basin Corporal atk: 8.0 | def: 10.0 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.1 :: 3 years HP: 61 | Buff: Novice
Raven :: Australian Raven :: Terrorize Kyra
#6
The girl welcomes her to join, and Weaver notices how her eyes catch for a moment on the blue rune on her chest. The girl does not ask though, and so Weaver does not offer an explanation. Perhaps Death’s rune is well known, and the only reason anyone eyes it is to wonder just what kind of horse Weaver really is. It’s a rather valid question. She’s died once (it is what earned her the rune) to protect her home. But that said, she would kill as well. Weaver is no one thing – neither Reaper nor Savior.

“A little greed never hurt anyone. Maybe.” Her eyes flash with amusement, and her grin is amused as she replies. Likely, greed has hurt countless horses, but saved countless others. Greed gets you power, and power is protection, though it makes you a target as well. Like everything in Weaver’s life, and like Weaver herself, it is a double-edged sword.  

It’s not long before another joins them. He too is young like the girl, and Weaver feels old in this particular crowd. And it’s not all that often that she feels old, given that she isn’t. Barely a woman grown, but still, they aren’t grown past baby fuzz and gangly legs. All of which, despite being new, gives her a general air of feeling superior, though she keeps it hidden for the moment. This is not where she grew up, and her name means nothing here. Best to remember that while she learned more about this place she’s decided to settle.

But then he speaks, and she really just can’t. Though she’s stopped from the myriad of comebacks sitting on the tip of her tongue by one word. Nonsense, says another child. Though this one seems slightly older, not all legs and fuzz anymore. Horns curl from his head, decked with gold chains, and wings sprouted from his back. He’s the first in this place she’s seen like her – that is to say, both wings and horns. Except he seems to glow. His eyes – well, no, there aren’t really eyes there…She stares for a moment, curious and unashamed and she takes the strange colt in.

He talks of doing things because they must, because it is their price. She knows there is always a price. She’d watched her world flip on it’s head because of the greed for magic that ran rampant in her home, horses leeching it from the land with abandon. So their gods (fairies there, not gods though) had taken it all back. That was their price. She, thankfully, had left before they’d taken her magic.

Vezer whispers conspiratorially that they aren’t all asses. She doesn’t mind certain brands of asshole - she is her own brand of asshole, after all – but she’s not a fan of this tiny-child know-it-all. Weaver laughs at Vezer’s words, giving Zubari a pointed glance like they were sharing a secret at his expense. Which of course, they are. Vezer tells him to help or move on, and Weaver finds that she’s growing to like the girl. She’s nice enough, which may mean she tires of Weaver quickly, but she’s got some bite to her.

She turns to the the tiny little boy and simply says, “What’s wrong with getting dirty?” She’d died to save her old home. She wasn’t overly concerned about picking up dead things. And then to the glowing, older colt called Tyrath. “Do you always introduce yourself with your title?” She can’t help herself, though she bites back anything more than that. And at least she manages to sound somewhat curious, rather than like she’s actually silently rolling her eyes. Even she’d never used the title Princess. Such a meaningless thing, given for the sheer fact they happened to have the genes of at least one monarch.  But maybe here, it was less meaningless. Maybe. So she goes back to work, trying very hard to look curious and nothing more.

- weaver -

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