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[OPEN] Enjoy The Silence [Border Patrol]

Ru Posts: 130
World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
#1
Plumes envelope the Edge. Sunrise adds a bright, gold tinge to the mists. The vapor embodies a heavy blanket, one that is ingested with every breath, consumed with every yawn. You are lost, and you are nothing in this vast obscure expanse. Like the stars that take the sky at night, there is an eternity that awaits you to be discovered. Planets embody the faces you have never acquainted yourself with; their voices alight with the various pitches and tones that filter through your ears. Yearning for their company, and simultaneously revolted by the dry and inane purpose you serve.

You serve them and you do not know them. Do not know what you have given them, to keep them safe. If love doesn’t tie you to them, than what does?
 
Purpose?
 
With a soft sigh, Ru roams the boarders. A cool chill interrupts her thoughts, allowing the glass spikes to glitter with the parting mists to her left. She eyes the edges of their spires, leering, cold and horribly clinical underneath the blanket of cover. They remind her of nightmares, of monstrous sea urchins lurching to prick and spike through their opponents without a second thought. They have no conscious or soul, merely tools, merely vacant vessels that stand on guard.
 
Deadly and beautiful, too, because as the sun continues to rise they glitter and refract in a glittering array of soft peaches and hot orange; before the mists filter back into their pockets and erase its beauty. Reducing the crystal edges to dull, intimidating structures that pile ominously beside her. Nearly hidden, nearly lost and forgotten.
 
She lets out a grunt. Annoyance clouds her mind briefly, for being denied the sky on this patrol. And extends her wings to give the surrounding air a few drags. The mists swirl, briefly opening up, but the humidity is greedy and it clings and rolls forward. Entrapping the Pegasus in the Edge’s formidable, heavy cloak.
 
That’s when the lights appear, when the annoyance catches on to the greater problems arising in her soul. The illuminating lines that finally emerge ahead of Ru, emit their own hum as they crack in and out of existence.
 
Her sooty limbs stop their prowl, her eyes taking in these bizarre manifestations. As the initial frustration ebbs, they all seem to disperse. She’d felt something just then, before the lights appeared. Like an old, uncontaminated piece of herself lodged between the layers of experiences stacked above it.
 
A light, fluttering excitement caught her breath. Uncertain if that piece meant anything to her now. The warrior inhaled the air for safe measure, her ears strained against the dense fog – and couldn’t make out anyone in her near vicinity. She’d gone out by herself, not knowing who might be out there guarding the same boarders as she. But if their numbers had been any indication, the chances were low that she’d bump into another warrior. Unless someone managed to catch sight of her, trail the same paths; enter the same nothingness that hid potential dangers and allies.
 
Just this once? She thought hopefully. Just this once, if I try – maybe… Maybe she was special, maybe she’d surprise herself – become her own star and burn in the afterglow.
 
But the feeling, the source – it wasn’t what she’d thought it would be. This new ability wouldn’t inherently awaken. Without knowing it, Helovia’s magic had somehow bound itself to a piece of that Ru-soul. Threaded in the unknown spaces rarely touched, and flickering in and out of reality.
 
She stood there, on that path closest to the walls. And struggled to summon the light magic that the Giving Tree had passed down to her. Staring strangely into the distance, as if entranced and spelled away into an unnatural stillness.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#2

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

Mesec had volunteered himself to join in patrols, wherever he might be needed, but he hadn’t heard much by way of getting any of them organized. Perhaps he should bother Roskuld about it. Despite the fact that they were living in the same herd together, again after so many years!, he rarely saw his adoptive sister. Theoretically, their paths just didn’t cross much - she was a warrior, after all, probably spending all her time picking fights with anyone that was taller than her.

Which was just about everyone.

Meanwhile, he was still trying to get the hang of crafting. It had been wonderful being able to help out his herd mates, crafting items and trinkets for them, but what else could he do? THere seemed to be a limit to the types of things that could be made with glass. He didn’t feel particularly good about making weapons with it - especially after the young Oizys had asked him for a spear.

Still, it felt good to have something constructive to think about in place of the constant worry about Kaos, and Virga, and Ki’irha… among everything else.

Lucius and Lyra were both with him today, suspiciously quiet so while Mesec was relaxed in some regards, he was on edge as well. The zephyr was coasting above them, shifting and twisting his wings to scatter the mist around them. Lyra was, allegedly, snoozing - curled up in the feathers of Mesec’s folded wings on his back. Occasionally a soft snore rose up from her, but she had pretended to be asleep before to get the jump on someone and Mesec wasn’t going to fall for it this time.

Lucius spotted Ru first, releasing a call in greeting and to alert Mesec that he wasn’t the only one patrolling (or, in his case, strolling along) the borders of the Edge. A moment later, Mesec’s silver eyes spotted the feather-maned pegasus. She was familiar, and he suspected the had seen her at the Edge meeting, so he didn’t feel apprehensive about going over towards her. “Hello! Are you patrolling too? Would you mind some company?”


 
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Iona Posts: 100
World's Edge Specter atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 3.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 11 (birdsong) HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Iver :: Osprey :: None Kiki
#3

-- I O N A --

Another sleepless night. 

They were becoming more and more frequent for the Specter.  She’d been restless since Raeden had nearly been thrown from the cliffs, and the fallout from that incident.  She knew that she needed to follow up with Tembovu and her sister regarding that whole issue, but she’d been picking her battles of late.  And for the time being, Kaos and the safety of the herd were her primary focus.  She knew that her body was sending her warning signs that it was too much, fatigue was heavy in her bones and when she allowed herself to sleep it was fleeting and light.  Her normally perfect physical condition was beginning to slip, and she knew she couldn’t afford to let herself slip further at a time like this

She’d have to do something. Soon.  But it didn’t mean she was happy about the conversation to come. She shook away the thoughts and pressed through the ache in her bones, frowning as she glanced up through the thick fog.  The sun illuminated the mist around her so it seemed as if she was trapped inside a thick, bright cloud.  However there was no comforting breeze in her face and gravity pressed heavily upon her back. 

At this hour, she knew she was better off patrolling from the ground than from the air.  She’d be hard pressed to pick out any discernible figures from the air in the thick, morning mist.  The painted mare let out a soft huff.  She knew that too many things were hiding in that mist. d’Arcy’s recent attempt at theft is still heavy in her mind.  Kaos’ threat looms too like a dark cloud in the south.  She just hoped that today’s patrol would be uneventful.  As she walked, carefully avoiding the spikes embedded in the earth, she detected a voice hanging in the morning air.  Dark ears pricked as she turned towards the sound, wondering who else found themselves wrapped in a blanket of mist this morning. 

“Morning,” she offers to the pair, with a small smile, recognizing them as Mesec and a girl who is familiar to her from shape alone but she doesn’t have a name to go with the face. 

“I don’t think I ever thanked you properly, Mesec,” she said, gesturing to the mail she wore over her shoulders. She normally wasn’t one for weapons and items, which may be strange considering her profession, but she certainly appreciated them now with the looming threat.  She then turned to the young pegasus. “And I don’t think we’ve ever met - I’m Iona,” she offered to the girl.

She waited a beat before continuing. “Seen anything this morning?” she queried, wondering if they’d seen anything suspicious.  “Unfortunately in Kaos’ wake, some thieves have grown bolder,” she grumbled, looking back into the mist and narrowing her emerald eyes - looking for threats hiding beyond her line of sight. 

"WE'RE CAUGHT UP IN THE CROSSFIRE OF HEAVEN AND HELL."
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Ru Posts: 130
World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
#4

As she stood there, she attempted to pick up something from deep within. Anything, to confirm that the sun did not trick her eyes – and that the beam of light was not a fool’s hope. Focus, to trigger the unknown tether resting inside, somewhere in her spirit.

The mare is hesitant however. The search is not an easy one, it feels messy and painful, and perhaps it isn’t the best time to try and figure out these sorts of things out in the open. Ru’s hesitancy is answered by the zephyr’s cry. It broke her gaze from the unknown mists ahead of her, and casts a quick glance to find its source. What she finds is peculiar, foreign – and despite trying to rake through her memory, the image of the black and white bird is largely unknown to her.

Ru’s bright eyes narrowed, cautious. Her wings tighten against her sides. Trepid thoughts pass however, when Mesec’s form are unveiled by the mists. The dunskin is released from her tightened features, vaguely recalling the stallion from herd gatherings. She shifts her body to face him, providing a curt nod and a customary ‘chirp’ of approval. Ru does not want to traverse alone, or else be tempted to dig deeper into her thoughts, her memories. She understood she had not taken time to review the days and months that had passed by. At one point in her life she would have found no use for it. But as her purpose waned, and as her grasp of the other herd members wavered with the coiling mists – a review, introspection would hopefully sort the worry trailing behind.

She eyes the zephyr out of curiosity, and a light, small smile cracks her otherwise emotionless features. Companion and equine are so similar. About to shift back into the direction she was travelling in, a familiar voice twists her focus. Staying her legs, that were about to twitch and coil into action. They shuffle instead with a swish of her tail.

Iona was it?

The young woman follows the stranger’s gaze, as she releases a quiet, rumbling whinny. Cracked, and jagged in the air when it expels from her mouth.

The World’s Edge Specter appears worn. Perhaps it’s the strain that is imbedded in her eyes, or the way her body moves – subtle as it was, there was something different. It takes another moment, as Iona regards Mesec and draws Ru’s eyes to her chainmail. A curious, rather envious coo emits from Ru’s lips. And steps a little closer, as if to get a better look of the material. Raising a brow, she wonders how she might attain such materials.

The subject quickly changes as the pair exchange words. Snapping her sky-bound eyes to Iona’s green, blinking.  

Ru nods in response. And as she suspects they – she – want to know her name. So she gives a quick - “Ahhh… Ah!” - and plucks a small feather from the wing that she shifts forward.

Call me feather, - before releasing the white, small piece to the air. And watched it pointedly – with a weary gaze – shaking her head when Iona inquires of her patrol.

Nothing exciting.

Ru raises her wings in a shrug, and gestures to the trail ahead of them with an – “Ah,” before leading the group, if they would follow her.

She wonders if Iona’s mumbles refer to Toulouse. She follows her gaze into the blotted unknown, and inhales the thick air. The defender wonders if he’s continued his sparing. In any case she didn’t want him to get any better than she was. Selfishly she wanted to keep the win as it was. Seeing as it’s my only win, she grunts to herself.

I’m not even that good. She muses silently. And when mentions of Kaos are flung to the air, a sliver of doubt is pressed towards her.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#5

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

Mesec, as always, was relieved when his presence wasn’t shrugged off or shunned - and he smiled at the chirp of welcome that the fierce looking bird-mare - and then smiled brighter when she grinned at Lucius. The zephyr chirped back at her before rising up a little to scout ahead of them.

They were joined a moment later by Iona, one of the Specters in the Edge. “You’re very welcome, I’m glad you like it.” Iona’s glass chain mail was some of the last items that Mesec had made - that first stint where he wanted to craft items and practice his new skill was the last time he had actually used the magic. He was very much ashamed when he realized just how lax he had been in his duties as a glazier - he didn’t even know who the other members of the crafting ranks were, aside from Graasvoel and he barely knew the other stallion.

But Mesec’s inward commentary and self-loathing were stopped when Iona turned her attention to the feather-maned mare they were joining on her patrol. When asked for a name, the mare doesn’t really speak - there was a quick exclamation but instead she turned to pluck a small feather from her wing. “Feather?” Mesec asked, wanting to clarify that he had her name correctly - or at least close enough that she would be satisfied. He couldn’t remember the last time he came across someone who couldn’t (or didn’t) speak but Feather didn’t seem to have much trouble communicating - with nods and soft noises she answered their questions clearly.

And after spending time with his cousin and her strange obsession about finding the right name, Mesec no longer found it weird when someone wanted to be called by something that wasn’t traditionally a name.

In response to Iona’s question about whether they had seen anything yet, Mesec also shook his head and added a quiet “No”.

Ru then moved to continue on the trail and Mesec followed, his silver eyes looking back to check to see whether Iona was coming along as well. She had brought Kaos up and Vesper’s worried face swam in his mind. It was hard to protect her from this new danger when he didn’t even know anything about it. “Do you know if there have been any signs of Kaos since…. Well, since he showed up?”

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Helovian Ancient
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As if on cue, a burning gust of wind races towards those gathered in their patrol. The wind seems to howl and scream, and although it is the deity under whose banner the trio now patrols, clearly this is not her doing.

“You do not know as much as you think you do.” The wind hisses. Suddenly the gust seemed to explode into hundreds of tiny beating wings. Blackbirds, no smaller than a palm, race out in all directions. Their wings and feet and beaks threaten to find the soft skin of those patrolling as the birds wildly try to right themselves and fly away.
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