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[DROP] bird droppings [Royal SS Drop]

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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#1
Do you ever have one of those days (months, years) where you just want to mind your own business and it seems like the world is going out of its way to make sure every single bird that flies over your head takes a nice, healthy dump right on top of you?

You know those dumps, the ones that are all sticky and white and get everywhere and require at least five showers to completely get rid of all the evidence before you start feeling clean again.

If you don’t know that feeling… well, then I guess you better just keep hoping you dodge those squishy drippy bombs.

And if you do know that feeling, then at least be comforted by the fact that you are not alone. Because there was someone in the Steppe on a dark, Birdsong evening, lamenting over items that had been stolen from him. It happened every Frostfall, you see - he’d lay down to sleep in the Steppe surrounded by his treasures and when he woke with the Birdsong sun he would find that his stores had been pillaged. It did not matter how well he hid them or how remote of a location he found to hibernate, it always happened. Somewhere, some god was mocking him.

This Birdsong, the only treasure he had been left with was one of the most useless - an egg. What did he want with an egg? He detested fire and so had no way to cook it for food (and besides, he much preferred raw meat and flesh) and could think of no other use for it. It wasn’t even his egg. While he had slumbered, a nest had been made on his head where his crown once stood and it had been laid there - abandoned by its mother and deposited with someone who would just as soon throw it against the jagged rocks.

The yeti was a fearsome creature, twice as tall as the average horse, ape-like and covered in shaggy white fur that was presently stained with blood around his jaw and chest. Two twisted, frost-covered horns curved up from his forehead, supporting the bird’s-nest-crown and the egg that was still resting within it. His jaws were wolf-like, with rows of jagged teeth, and each paw boasted formidable claws.

So yes, very fearsome, but not foolish. The yeti knew that busybody horses would come seeking the egg left in his possession. He knew that he would be able to bargain with them, offer them the useless egg as a prize and they would clamour over themselves for it.

As the northern lights began to dance across the sky, illuminating the snow-covered world below in an aura of greens and blues, the yeti sat and waited. This year, he would change his luck.


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Mathèo Posts: 65
Dragon's Throat Colt
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 3 seasons
Delphi :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Odd
#2
mathèo
I had a dream about a burning house. You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
I lay beside you and pulled you close. And the two of us went up in smoke

Ever curious and always up for any opportunity that would enable him to learn more about this world he had been born into, Thèo was out exploring.

He'd never really come this far north before, mostly because during the harsher seasons, the temperature here was so very different from the Throat as to seem like it belonged to a different world entirely. But now that Birdsong had arrived and the briskness of the air had dimmed somewhat, the sundrenched child decided it was time for him to pursue the lands farther up from his sunny island home.

And so he flew.

And flew.

And flew.

It was nighttime by the time he arrived beneath the aurora skies, and yet despite the darkness that descended all around him, a faint pillar of light still cascaded from some unseen place in the heavens, to gently coat him in a sheen of sun-sparkle. It was much dimmer at night of course, but always that light was present.

Thèo's bright green eyes looked around, unsure of what to make of this still-nearly frozen area. He was about to call out, to see if anyone was around to give him some idea of what this place was (or why anyone would bother coming here), when he saw the grisly figure of the Yeti in the distance. Undaunted (for despite the Yeti's fearsome features, Thèo had had a relatively peaceful upbringing thus far, and had not yet learned a healthy fear of large and scary looking animals), he trotted towards the creature, golden horns pointed towards the skies, and a bright smile on his youthful face.

"Hallo."Thèo greeted, his face upturned and drenched in light like some pale cherub. "You must be the reason why people come here!" He observed, looking over his shoulder at the vast expanses of nothingness, shrugging, and turning back with a smile that was anything but timid.



Thèo would like a rougarou! One prior refusal.
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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#3

It was Hubris who had spotted the egg, and who had made the deduction about what was inside.

"Why would I want another you?" Isopia asked outloud, as they flew through the darkening sky, painted with greens and blues and purples. >>I am good for you<< Hubris responded simply, dropping his body from their lofty heights and descending down towards the unmistakable figure of Matheo. It could only be her nephew after all (or..second cousin, or whatever it was that they were), for light dripped off of his pale body despite the fact that it was nearly midnight. Isopia had no real desire to see him, kin or not, but she knew that there was no arguing with Hubris.

That, and whatever creature the boy was talking to was certainly not one that she had seen before.

Landing, and folding her wings around her, the demi-goddess walked forward, golden eyes peering through the darkness. Hubris held the glowing acorn charm she'd received from her father, to light her way. Her cape billowed out behind her like a swath of blood-wind.

"I've not seen one such as you before." Isopia said as she neared. She nodded her quad-horned skull towards Matheo, but her gaze immediately returned to the creature. He was so large, so frightening looking, and yet ... he was here all alone. Why? Why would such a powerful creature be so isolated?

>>You like to be isolated<< Hubris chirped into her mind, and with that, Isopia fell silent.

Maybe one more wouldn't hurt.



Isopia would like a dragon.

Isopia
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
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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


Whatever took him this far north, Tyrath didn't exactly know. Frustration perhaps? The need to fly until he was tired and his mind had nothing better to do but to succumb to the pleasantness of sleep. His mind had been in overdrive the past few days, a hundred different things rolled in and out like waves ferociously clawing at the cliff side. Desperate to claim some small part of it for themselves.

The flames which burned within him illuminated the ground around him somewhat, as cloven hooves touched down on the frosty ground. Why here, he didn't exactly know, but after a moment of getting his bearings. He realized he wasn't alone, his brother Theo was there and so was the Mountain. A ember laced breath snorted out into the night as he trudged forward, intent to see what had drawn them to this place. He didn't have to wait long, crimson eyes snapped to the creature which loomed in front, the nest crown told him enough.

He had an egg.

His interest was immediate, a single ember bloomed into an inferno. At last, his chance for companionship he'd long sought. The stallion stopped short of the mountain, his head dipped in greeting. "Mountain, it is good to see you." Tyrath's eyes remained on the unusual creature, trying to fumble through his addled thoughts to see if he knew anything that remotely resembled what stood before them. Unfortunately, he came up without.


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Tyrath
Here lies the Abyss

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Verro Posts: 25
Absent Abyss
Filly :: Pegasus :: 17 :: Three Seasons
Nova
#5

The large white raven fluttered down off of the frosty winds without much pomp and fanfare, as she chose a particular branch covered in frost and icicles to perch her pale feet. It was much easier to get around like this than it was as a pegasus, no one really bothered a bird, even one whose wings glowed in a ghostly whiteflames, until the bird bothered them. The again, she wagered if she had a shiny trinket or an egg, horses just might pay her more attention like this.

She'd been drawn in by the unusual gathering, the colt who looked positively cherubic in glittery golden light and the mountain with her unusual hide and dragon, then finally to the stallion whose ribcage glowed out from flame illuminated skin. The egg was just an enjoyable side benefit, as she glanced at it from her frosty perch.

"Hello." She greeted warmly, or as warmly as the filly could manage, to the strange creature. Oddities and unusual things didn't bother her too much. In fact, she was rather intrigued by the creature's strange appearance.

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Verro is seeking a Zephyr.

she slept with wolves without fear.
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Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#6
Take just what I came for

Erebos wandered in the midst of misfortunes because it was easier and simpler. He didn’t have to think, he didn’t have to grovel, he didn’t have to beg, he didn’t have to do anything other than stare into the valleys below and wonder when they’d pull him apart too. Pausing allowed his mind to wander, to slink down into the rows of scythes and rapiers, into the dastardly wake of nothingness, to contemplate what he was supposed to be doing without his father – and then he’d walk again. Time whittled and carved against his chest, and his legs would carry him far beyond the mountains, down into the dregs and ruins of another world, across the vast Steppe, along the ice, the snow, the winter palisade, and he’d contemplate dropping to his knees, staying there, in constant mourning for all the things he should’ve said, all the things he should’ve done, for all the moments he let fester and wither, die away. Had Orsino, nosy, wily, and conniving, not seen the crowd beginning to loom further ahead, dwelling outside the innards of a nearby cave, the boy might’ve done just that – wallowed and drowned in the weight of his own heartache.
 
His eyes lifted from the ground at Orsino’s call, the feral growl coiling through their connection, gaze flickering from one form to another; some familiar, some unknown, and he dropped his head again, made to cast himself aside, back out into the cold grounds. But the fox, irked, irritated, chomping at the avaricious longings scalding, burning, between both of them, simmered and seethed, blindly tore into their bond with ferocity. Isn’t this what you wanted?
 
The prince could hardly respond. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
 
Egg! An egg! the kitsune kept shouting, like a riotous din, subversive and seditious, toying with revolution in his lungs, and Erebos barely moved, gazing at the wild winds and the promises layered inside the walls of the cavern. The fox wanted to maul him, to slash, to rip and tear, to destroy whatever wanted to destroy the General, but it was all from within, and he couldn’t do anything more than sling another weapon into their upheaval.
 
The Reaper wouldn’t have wanted this. The blow was calculated, and the vile beast watched as Erebos flinched, struck, stuck amongst the beckoning claws and the infernal sadness clustered within his heart.
 
But he knew, he knew, deep down in the rusted contortions of his bleeding, little soul, that his father would’ve shaken his head, turned his blue stare solely upon his son, and nodded for him to go.
 
You will be better.
 
Haunted and mutinous, the two entered the confines, staring deeply at the shadows, at the figures, at the Yeti looming over all of them, and dipped his head in greetings. He didn’t have anything else to do, to say, to try until they’d been announced the necessary services – he’d done this before, so many times before – and he attempted not to shake, attempted not to weep, attempted to do anything else other than blindly sob into the aperture. On a bolder touch, he stared into the eyes of beasts and monsters, of poised eggs with potential encased inside, of all the other essences who wanted the same object – all audacious, all fervent, all eager and ready, while he drowned in the merciless waves of his own damned misery. He carried his head like a regal being, like a son of a King, but couldn’t remember what it meant. 

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Arakh Posts: 77
Dragon's Throat Stallion atk: 5 | def: 8 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17'2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Snow
#7


THOSE WHO OPPOSE THEE SHALL KNOW THE WRATH OF HEAVEN

From on high, Arakh spies the crowd gathering. His curiosity is immediately piqued and he angles his wings carefully around to aim him towards the ground, utilising the pinpoint precision born of hours of training.

He lands heavily, his wings folding immediately against his sides and his mane ruffling heartily in the gentle breeze. The great creature is frightening, yes, but not overly so. And the egg....the egg. There is an allure to it that Arakh doesn't quite understand, but he knows that it is something he wants. He knows that the thing inside has potential, has the ability to be his. Mother has her Dominus, Oizys has her Ker, even his father had his phoenix and his snake...there's something primal about bonding that has always appealed to him, and he feels his heartbeat increase with anticipation.

There's already a large crowd gathered, and he knows that competition will be high for this particular egg. Still, God loves a trier, and the colt decides to give it his best shot. He spies his brother Theo nearby and offers the pale boy a wide smile, before returning his attention to the creature guarding the egg. He is quite sure that it will demand they carry out a task to ascertain their suitability to bond to such an egg, and Arakh solemnly shuffles his wings and prepares himself for whatever will be asked of him.


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Arakh is seeking a griffin. one refusal


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Esinakh Posts: 48
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 7 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Sachi :: Plain Rougarou :: Water & Flame smitty
#8
esinakh
vod chafaan
dust to the wind
The strangling filly’s wings beat tirelessly, seeking freedom from the sand of the south her new home. Arakh had insisted, and so she had (of course) lived there. But she most assuredly did not like the sand. The growing muscle and adept movements of her long, slender wings were a testament to that—she now spent more time flying than walking, it seemed like.

So it was with safely removed curiosity, rather than near fear, that the strangling’s wide pale eyes surveyed the oddly large and furry creature that growled on the Steppe. His pale fur caught her eye— it was perfect

It was pearly and clean. (Even if it wasn’t clean, covered with matching white snow, it surely looked it).

So the filly slowly, carefully, rhythmically descended from the skies. Each flap was perfectly timed with her heart beats and breath—she was quite adept at the rhythm, now. Her bleached gaze looked at the sitting yeti, ears perked as she watched him. She had already pinned Arakh’s appearance, and knew where her twin was.

But, instead of joining him, her attention was focused on the winter beast. “You perfect white. Esi like,” was her strange, but exuberant, greeting to the yeti and his egg.
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Syrena Posts: 207
Dragon's Throat Forger
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 hh :: 7 years
Thelxiepeia :: Royal Rougarou :: Water Kyra
#9

i want to be wild, beautiful and free

Every. Single. Day. That’s what every day is for her in this place. This place that takes everything and gives so little and yet here she is still. Trudging through each day, which doesn’t get better. Working for…for what? Scraps. Working for scraps like a dog. So those can get taken away too.

She has nowhere to go anymore. So she wanders, because it is what she does best. Wandering. With nowhere to go and nothing to do and only bitterness festering in her heart, she didn’t make for very good company lately. Not that she ever made for good company, but she’d just be worse than normal.

Why she ends up north, where it’s cold and miserable, she doesn’t really know. Maybe because the weather suits her mood. But for whatever reason, a gathering of horse and a…um…yeti? Maybe. Whatever he was, there are definitely blood in his fur and an egg on his head. She’s tempted to leave. She’s really, really tempted not to care because they’d probably just take that from her too. But in the end, greed really is a powerful motivator. Besides, if he kills her, she’ll be grateful.

There are others there, including Isopia and a bunch of horses she doesn’t know. She nods in the general direction of the Mountain, but nothing more. Socializing has never been her thing, and it’s currently even less her thing. So she simply settles in to wait and see what this white furry beast wanted them to do. She didn’t want to do anything, but then again, she didn’t feel like wandering with no purpose either.

syrena

just like the sea

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Lyanna the Windswept Posts: 313
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 11 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 5 years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kyra
#10
so i listen to the    wind for an answer
Frostfall. It had turned into one giant bird turd for her anymore. Nothing good ever came of that season. One would think she’d hate the season her family had been murdered in (Orangemoon), but no, it was Frostfall that seemed to take the cake. Orangemoon had been a blur of running and just trying to survive and finding Helovia and being so overwhelmed that she’d never stopped to think about what had actually happened. But Frostfall, her first one here, had been lonely and harsh and she’d spent so much of it wandering, not knowing what to do.

The last Frostfall had left her feeling the same. Like even a year later she did not belong. To top it off, Glasgow had left the Edge, leaving Lyanna with one less companion on the place she called home that felt still so full of strangers to her. Though she had a few good friends there, at least. Today, actually, she’d been on her way to the Basin to see how Glasgow was making out in her new home.

But then a Yeti caught her attention. At least, she thinks it’s a Yeti. Or maybe, in truth, it was the egg in his horns, or maybe the blood on his fur. It was hard to be sure just what, exactly, caught her attention in the first place. But in truth, it is the egg that brings her to him. She’s seen enough eggs turn into companions to know what prize might be offered at the end of his task. And that, at least, would be a friend she could not lose. A companion in a place where she still felt so alone.

She doesn’t know the others gathered, though some are familiar, a few children from the Edge that she’s seen around. There’s a colt that looks like he’s standing in light, and she can’t help but watch him for a moment too long, the light somehow transfixing. But soon, she pulls her gaze away, looking at the other horses gathered, and eventually, back at the Yeti. Waiting to see what task he has in store.

lyanna

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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#11

yael

Now that the world is beginning to thaw, Yael has more exploring to do. Parts of Xelovia that had previously been covered in snow and ice are revealed, and as the foreigner is still very new to this world, there is no reason for her not to explore. Up she goes, climbing like the ibex she was named after - enjoying both the exercise and the solitude. The cool (not too cold now, mind) air is invigorating, and she can see that the top is still very much covered in snow. Well - might as well make her mark on the peak, just to say she’s been there. Quickly, of course. Before too long, it would be dark and fucking cold, and that is still to be avoided at all cost. Her extremities do seen to take forever to warm up again.

Alas, it is not long before Yael finds that she is not alone. A small group gathers around a large cave (she absolutely would have passed it by if it had not been for the others), and some familiar forms. Well, what a party. There are two familiar forms - a red cape, and some teal-tipped hair. Rather than bother Isopia (though her gaze flits to Hubris and she smiles, in case the dragon was looking), Yael snorts softly and ambles over to Lyanna. She nudges the mare fondly in greeting and peers around, quietly curious. Her eyes widen as they land upon the giant white creature that is entirely unknown to her; dragons, wyverns, phoenix, krakens, and other various ‘mythical’ creatures she knew - but not this one. And then her gaze goes to the nest on its head, and she accidentally laughs. It is loud in the silence. Awkwardly so. Yael cringes and glances to her seemingly perpetual guide in all things Xelovian. “Vhat ees t’at?” she whispers, followed quickly by “And vhat ees everyvone doing up xere?”

Lyanna would know. Lyanna always knows.

trust your heart if the seas catch fire

live by love, though the stars walk backwards

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Yael seeks a Zephyr

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Ráeru Posts: 41
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 4 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#12

Ráeru

"Look at us, studying the fundamentals,
Back when we were young and now we’re up here on another level."

The chill in the air was familiar, the basin had also been cold. She'd spent most of her childhood in the freezing airs and had been missing them. She knew that Hotaru was close by. Her foster mother still lived in The Basin and if the rumours were true had climbed the ranks high enough to become lead. Yet she had not gone to The Basin, she needed to avoid the snowy home of her childhood at all costs. It was still full of the demons that she had to face in order to identify her mother's murderer.

It had taken two years of travel to finally escape her past. Coming back here was threatening to bring it all back. Pushing the darker memories away she instead became distracted by the large shadow crossing over the snows. Throwing her head back she sees the outline of a Pegasus, the form large, strong and capable. Also very focused on something that she could not see but she was most definitely now interested.

Without another thought she set off after the shadow, trailing behind unable to keep up with his speed and she lost sight of him for a moment. Then finally figures emerged from the distance and Ráeru headed directly towards those gathered.

There seemed to be a very distressed being indeed. She was not someone that was particularly in tune with her own feelings, let alone other. Yet this creature, this beast, was clearing upset about something. The curious crowd had been what initially grabbed her attention but now it what this strange being that kept her there. Both his appearance and clear emotional turmoil was fascinating her. Also as a nurse it might be her duty to attend to the emotional needs of others rather than the the physical ones. Still, the pale mare didn't imagine that she'd be partially good at it.

Her eyes where drawn up to the egg that he had resting atop his head. While she wasn't an expect on unhatched creatures she was reasonably sure that if it fell off of his head before the creature was fully grown, it could result in the unhatched creature's death. Worry stirred in her gut. Wanting the egg to be removed from his head and to a more secure position become her goal. The rope made of hairs was wrapped around her neck and was coiled upon her shoulders. If she needed to make a sling in order to carry the egg herself she'd be able too. Of course, she clearly wasn't the only one concerned for the well being of the egg, those who had gathered were also shooting concealed looks towards the shell.

Additionally the yeti was a fearsome creature. He towered over most gathered, her included and was covered in bristly, shaggy white fur that was stained with blood. He (she?) was an ape-like creature and she wasn't sure she was very keen on animals that could walk on only two legs. Massive paws boasted formidable claws that could rip them open with ease. His two twisted and misshapen horns that curved up from his forehead where most unlike her own elegant glass horn. It was between these ugly horns that the egg was being supported, resting and appearing relatively well balanced. Those she was still nervous about the creature's safety. Underneath the egg his dangerous jaws full of jagged teeth threatened to consume the egg with just a few quick bites. Though she assumed if he was interested in eating the egg, he would have done so already.

So what game was the creature going to play with them? She had attended a meeting like this before where they had all attempted to save an egg. This time, she guessed, would be no different. Though she also knew that with so many gathered the odds of the egg getting out of the situation safely was large.

So she stood and waited in her usual silent manner as the northern lights began to dance across the sky. The lights of her childhood and lost innocence, the lights that were strong enough to illuminate the snow around her hooves. Strong enough to decorate her pale coat in an aura of greens and blues.

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Ráeru would like a griffin.
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Astarot Posts: 81
Dragon's Throat Sun Physician atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 2 (Birdsong) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zafír :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Pare
#13

In her mind she fantasize about gettin with me

The young stallion had not found his way this far north for many seasons. Quietly the light coated man moved through the thinner snow. He was glad that the bite of Frostfall had let go of the world he lived in. it was still cold very cold up here, but the stallion didn't care. Something seemed to be pulling him north, and having grown up in Helovia he knew to follow those calls. Scarlet and blue eyes scanned the darkening snowy landscape alert for anything out of the ordinary.

It wasn't long for a small crowd of people and a monstrous creature loomed out of the darkness. His ears swiveled cautiously as he strode forward. He chanced a glance at the horses around him and was surprised to see so many from the Throat standing around. His brother was among the group, but he held back his eyes turning to the beast. It looked fearsome and dangerous. There were several ladies about, along with foals. His ears flicked backwards for a moment before he made his way to the front of the group. If the beast was to attack he would gladly throw down his life to save the women and children. He was sure his brother would do the same if it came down to it.

As he scanned the creature looking for a weakness he noticed the egg perched on his dome. His heart beat rose as with hope and a flicker of greed. Taking the monster out would be much to difficult to do, alone anyway. So he stood silently watching the creature suspiciously.
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Girl I'm the king so that means I'm fly
Astarot


Vezér Posts: 38
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Equine :: 17hh :: One year
Pare
#14
A touch of wicked, A pinch of risqué,
Or your fairytale princess who could ask for more
The spider girl had been practicing her stalking, so she found some poor horse to follow. She grinned as she followed their hoof prints and scent through the foliage. The trail lead her North, much farther than she had never been before. Being a very young child though, her attention started to wane and she wondered off the trail. She wouldn't have been able to do anything if she had caught them though. Being young sucked.

Snorting her aggravation the filly turned to look around her curiously. She had no idea where she was, but it wouldn't be hard to find her way back home. Then some fancy lights flashed across the sky as if beckoning her forward. Laughter rolled from her lips as she raced after the ribbons of shimmering lights. She bucked as she ran laughing like only a foal can. Since her Apa had taught her how to take care of pesky predators she felt like nothing could stand in her way; until something did.

A crowd of horses appeared seemingly out of no where. Slamming on the brakes the filly skidded in the snow her blood colored eyes wide. She stumbled but kept from flipping end over end right into her brother's big butt. Composing her self she trotted to his side, acting as if nothing had happened. She grinned up at her fire laced brother, "Hello Tyrath." She turned to look around them and noticed a horrifying blood soaked beast! She slides to her brothers side her small body quivering as she tries to press against him. The girl knows she is no match for such a thing, and there was no way she could out run it. Swallowing hard she spoke in a terrified whisper, "Testvér... Should we run?" She glances quickly at him before turning to stare wide eyed at the thing.

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Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#15
Ilios
Scars heal, glory fades
Pain hurts, but only for a minute
'Cause the chicks dig it
Lately the duo had noticed very young foals sneaking away from the safety of the herd lands. With the way things were going with the the fake god he didn't like the thought of them going alone. The stallion and Preyton watched as a foal slipped from the Throat alone. They stood upon the sands watching the youngster wonder off away from safety. He had no qualms about exploring, and he would not reprimand the foal, or any for that matter, because he had done the same thing. He smiled softly as Isabella shook her head snorting a laugh at his thoughts of being alone and finding trouble.

The man and shape-shifter only wanted to ensure all of the foal's safety. After it was clear the colt wasn't meeting an adult, or anyone for that matter, they took to the sky. Once they were on the mainland Isabella landed and followed the foal from the ground while Ilios hid among the clouds. They were silent sentries of earth and sky following the boy born of wild fire and sun.

The reached the frozen wasteland of the north where the boy walked right up to some freaking monster coated in blood. Ilios was on the ground before a word even slipped from his lips. Isabella was at his side shifted to that of her King Cheetah form. Low growl rumbled from her golden lips and Ilios stood at attention a surge of magic bubbling in his veins. He couldn't remember the last time he had to use the fire beetles, but he would do anything to protect the boy. Not because he was special, his bloodline held no extra value to him. No, he was a child, and one that clearly had no idea how dangerous the world truly was.

His silver eyes found the egg atop the bloody beast's head, but he did not relax. To his relieve others showed and his tension eased, if only slightly. He watched the others and nodded to Tyrath and Astarot, along with the others in the crowd he knew. He watched the boy covered stud walk to the front before turning back to the creature. Clearing his throat the man spoke, "What do you seek from us?" His voice was loud and calm, even if his body was tense.
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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17" :: 7 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#16
The mountains seemed a good place to get his head together, and plan for what was next, but Dragomir had encountered a slight problem: He had a lot of thoughts to gather. Soon, the bright, breezy afternoon had become the heady glow of a still twilight, and the crisp, northern night gave rise to the Moon, and still, the crafter wandered, thinking of the Earth God, his home, and his family, both near, and far.

His thoughts are drawn away from his methodical ruminations when he takes note of a gathering, the third sort to have garnered his notice in as many weeks. Wondering what this one is about, and hoping it won’t add more items to his list of the troubles, the inquisitive, albeit shy, stallion heads towards the collection of night wanderers.

Already there, Dragomir recognizes the Mountain, and gives her a nod and grin in greeting, noticing, also, the youth alongside her, and, feeling unobligated to meet anyone new today, due to his circumstance, the man politely goes to stand alongside Syrena, instead. Eyeing the large, filthy yeti with distrust, the crafter listens to the conversation moving about them with an ear. His main focus, however, is in talking to the peculiar woman, who he has taken a fondness to in the short time they have known each other. It’s not often he meets other makers, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had somewhere to go, now that their living situations had changed.

From the look on her face, she hasn’t.

"Hey Syrena," he says quietly, while the rest of the wanderers arrive, "how are you doing?"

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Wessex Posts: 149
Aurora Basin Haruspex atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 3 HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
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#17
I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
One of the first things Wessex always does when she arrives in a new place is check out the natural advantages and disadvantages of it. The Basin is blocked on one side by a vast mountain still covered in snow at the top. Might as well get the easiest barrier out of the way first, amiright? Easy in that she doubted an army was going to be heading over those peaks any time soon. She sets off on her own, eager to feel her lungs burn in the cold, crisp air as she climbs higher and higher, thirsting for the ache of tired muscles and a quiet mind that only looks for the next secure place to step. The horned warrior is not one to dwell on the past, but if she were, she would find the reason for her constant motion, of a life lived in vigilance; it keeps the monsters of her youth at bay. Exhaustion is a cure-all for scream-inducing nightmares.

The smell of others, and then something other strikes her as rather odd. Even with the weather warming up the way it is, it is a strenuous climb, and potentially dangerous once you really get higher up. Ice is nothing to mess with. And so, even though the darkness closes around her, she still moves upwards to investigate, and eventually finds herself at the top, and a horde of strangers crowded around a hole. She knows no one, of course, but does not mind it one bit. The large white creatures with horns and a nest on its head is another matter - she snorts in surprise - but as she realizes that the others aren’t terribly concerned, logic demands that she should not be either.

It’s almost as if they’re… waiting for something. Something from the furry white thing. Her mouth creases into a thin line as Wessex debates between drawing attention to herself by asking what’s going on, or blending into the background.

Background wins. The large, crowned woman remains silent, but oh-so-observant. At least the sky is pretty.

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Saoirse Posts: 55
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
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#18

Kaos, no, rather the monster of bones takes residence in the young boy’s dreams. Sometimes he doesn’t make it out alive; sometimes he watches his body swing carelessly into the air – reliving the pointed helplessness from that particular event.

His left wing is too sore to travel for long periods of time. Saoirse isn’t sure why the other foals eagerly take leave of the Throat. Aren’t they afraid? Scared? That Koas would follow their every move, and snatch them – without a care to throw against the wind?

But they leave anyway. The Throat is a lonely place; and the drive to find some ample piece of acceptance is what brings the boy to the gathering. Between spurts of flying – gliding mostly – he pushes against the soreness that wracks his body. Squishing tears away, and mumbling protests underneath his breath.

Shaky limbs bring him to the Northern Steppe. He’s never been this far before. Saoirse skirts himself into the huddle of bodies; some he recognizes, others, merely faces that come and go within the Throat. Everyone is so different, he notes. But as he makes his way through the crowd, keeping his wings securely, protectively close, he cannot breach past the initial crowd. And finds himself standing beside a rather robust mare, appearing regal, commanding – gilded horns, fearsome markings.

He stands close to her, being careful not to touch her – just enough to keep him safe.

Saoirse cannot escape the yeti however. Eyes widening, ears flatten against his skull as he spots a very familiar, pale and sparkling colt. “Thèo! Be careful!” Is his wavering, thin voice.

And then he spots an egg about its horns. The boy gazes between the nest and the teeth, and the blood that stains so blatantly against its belly and mouth.

This wasn’t worth getting hurt over, was it?


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Bellanaris Posts: 16
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Tribrid :: 16.1hh :: 1 :: Tallsun
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#19




The shit really did hit the fan.

Hard.

The only blessing, however, is that Bella is too young to fully understand what happened and why. Sometime shortly after her birth her mother wound up promoted to the lofty position of Sultana, by a God. The circumstances of that are entirely unknown to her as she had been safely tucked aside and napping during that entire mess. What she doesn't know is that the Sultan died and that he was beloved by so much of the herd that his death left them divided. What she doesn't know is that some blamed her mother for his death. None of that matters when the tension is so palpable that even she feels it. So many seemed so sad and so conflicted that Bella didn't know what to do. Her parents did dote on her; really, how could they not? It isn't long before a single, quiet act left her heart ripped in two: she watched her mother leave, disappearing into the water surrounding the Throat.

That was the day her life truly changed and she has yet to determine if it is for better... or worse.

She isn't quite sure how she's made it this far or how to get back home to the warm sands of the Throat but her legs are quite sore - and she's yet to learn to fly - so there's little she can do but find somewhere safe to rest. Almost as if in a daze, the girl pushes further north - more lost than she's ever been - until the green is covered in a cold whiteness that leaves her shivering. Green eyes gaze out over the expanse and very quickly land on a gathering group of horses. They were all different sizes and ages, and even in her youth she understands that there is safety in numbers. Exhausted as she is, the girl trudges towards the group, showing no signs of reluctance until she peers up and past the others. Only then does her gaze land on the large beast so clearly the center of their focus and her eyes widen in surprise, halting her steps almost instantly. "W-w-w-what's going on?" she stammers, her voice so small and insignificant amongst the crowd.

Bella swallows hard against the tears, clenches her wings hard against her sides, and manages to will her slender, tired legs to move. She manages to tear her green gaze from the beast long enough to find a friendly-looking face in the crowd and with a quickness that might have been otherwise impossible given her particular state, she scurries to the black winged mare's side (Lyanna). Unabashedly, Bella stands as close as she can beside her and finds some comfort in the mare's presence. "What is that?" she asks quietly as her eyes and attention return to the large creature. Her attention is so trained on the yeti that the girl doesn't even notice the dancing northern lights.



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Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
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#20


we walk a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns
Tonight the sky looks more inhabitable than the earth, and the copper child who wanders beneath wishes she could throw herself into it, step off the snow-lit steppe and disappear into the swirling sky, the tumultuous green and ribbons of blue that make up the aurora borealis. The lines that mark heaven and earth are blurred here, in the frigid earth, and not for the first time the lonely mare finds herself questioning them, unable to separate the incorporeal from mass.

Perhaps this line has always been unclear to Tandavi, though- has she ever known where she ended, ever had clear-cut edges that defined her as her, alone, something greater than the sum of experiences and failures? Her title, the Firedancer, is a tie to the Throat; her lineage, daughter of Rishima, is a shackle to the Edge. Even her body, moon-slashed and fire-orange, holds her to the gods she both worships and fears. She senses those around her and becomes them, reflects them, their magic falling like stones into her soul, their individuality ultimately defining her own. Every step, every crusade, every desire she has ever had- it has been for someone else. She is defined by the brushstrokes of others upon her experiences, by the spaces they take within her heart, by the howling abysses left in their wake.

The shape of Natraj takes the biggest space.

She has come here without him, for though returning to the Edge has made things better, the distance between the siblings still remains vast. Firedancer invites him, but the boy refused - afraid, not unreasonably, that his sister will simply wander away and take him with her, once more pulling him from a world he knows and enjoys. So instead it is he who forsakes her, curses her to wander alone.

Which she does, right into what may be her newest mistake.

The splotchy outlines of others mars her illusion of an endless, seamless world; they make the horizon obvious, grounded as they are on this plane of existence. Like a fall leaf caught in the wrong season the vibrant mare floats their way, her body a collection of fire and light, her dark eyes cautious as she bends and moves. She creeps closer on legs of gold, neither first or last, but quite capable of understanding the purpose of this assembly, now that she is close. A great creature stands among the horses, obviously different, obviously in possession of something- for why else would they all be here? Firedancer suspects egg, not magic, and though her first instinct is to turn away, an idea strikes her like lightning, and she pauses.

Maybe, the copper child thinks, This is what we need.

So she strides closer, excited now, the embers dancing along her back enthusiastic and bright. She seeks no individual out, for they are not important to her now - only Natraj, and the idea of fixing what she has broken. Maybe, if they have another, someone else to call family...

Maybe then they can be together again, for they will not be alone.

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