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11-18-2012, 02:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 03:09 PM by Tamme.)
An unnatural mist settles over the lover's grove, causing an eerie fog to roll over the murky waters of the once crystal lake. The fog weighs heavily between the trees, obscuring your sight save for a meter in front of your hooves. No passionate sighs or murmurs of 'I love you' could be heard on this day, only the unsettling silence of darkness.
In the distance, a pulsing, black and purple light cuts through the fog, calling you like a siren to the depths. As you grow closer, a strong wind pushes the fog away and billows against your ears like a thousand whispers, pulling at your hair and pushing at your body with extreme force.
The pulsing, black orb shifts with dark energy just above the surface of the black waters that roll with murk reminiscent of the spectral marsh. What darkness lay beneath the lovely pool of lovers on this day?
You try to step forward, but the wind pushes against you, sliding your hooves backward as they try to gain purchase on the frost floor. The magic in the distance is calling to you, waiting for you to come snatch it away, but how will you reach it? The force of the wind is unrelenting, and the water is questionable in its safety.
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Looks like the fairy tale died a while ago
It was obviously an occurrence of Arcane art. She could tell right away, by the scent of the air and the way the hair on her back rose as she stepped closer. She had been surrounded by the Arts her entire life, it had aided her birth and was an integral part of life in Belakina Aranya, the land from which she hailed. The land, from which she had been forced to flee.
It was hard not to dwell on the events of the past, but the girl made her best to focus on the present as she carefully stepped closer to the floating sphere, eyes squinting to spare the orbs from drought. Partially blind already, Rilo struggled to see where she was going, and struggled to maintain her footing as she was pushed back by the strong gale. Breathing in deep gulps she looked around, trying to find something that would trigger a halt to the resident storm and allow access.
As non were found, a maroon eye returned to study the orb, calmly assessing its properties. Darkness, wind... It wasn't quite her elements, as her teacher back at home had insisted she was more attuned to light and earth, but this was an external source. Surely it had little to do with the elemental nature that lay dormant within her blood, yet to be awakened. Surely, this couldn't be the true source of her awakening. Or could it? A hoof lifted, pressing forward once more. Such a curious phenomenon... Magic must be running strong in this place.
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 The old white stag, suddenly sensed something. Something powerful, and it called to him. Tentatively, Myrddin stepped forward, moving even more slowly than his age usually forced him to - for Myrddin was now blind. Since his blinding, he had refrained from wandering too far. He did not know these lands nearly at all, and having only made a few allies, he really was in the dark. But he had never felt a call like this, since his sightlessness had set in, and he could not ignore it.
Shuffling clumsily, Myrddin eventually picked his way through, halting quite close to Rilo, but not sensing her at all. His other senses really hadn't picked up the slack, since he lost his sight, and old age wasn't helping. Buffeted by the wind, Myrddin took this as a cue to wait. His large moose-like ears flickered, trying to surmise more about what brought him here. Myrddin, was born of a rapist-demon father, and it was surely that darkness, which was calling to him now.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
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The Threshold had proven to be an almost useless place to grace his presence with only days earlier. It was just another mundane place in this land called Helovia, and Crowley had welcomed the thought of adventuring beyond those thick trees to see what else there was to be offered here. He walked with his head held high, prideful beast he is, confident that he could take on anything that he might stumble across.
Despite the cold that still gripped Helovia, it was a rather clear day, but that all changed as the brindled unicorn neared the end of the thick forest of trees. He pauses at that moment, yellow eyes noticing the bizarre fog that had taken over almost instantaneously. He had never been to these parts, obviously, but he knew that this strange mist was anything but normal. Even the scent carried upon the air wasn't quite right; obviously, this was generally a place of peace and love, quite literally, but not today. Others might have turned tail to go back to a more welcoming, familiar place, but Crowley was different. He was compelled to continue on, and that was just what the stallion did.
With each step the brindle carried himself deeper into the unknown, eyes straining to see what was beyond where he stood. The wind had picked up at an alarming rate, causing a terrible whistle to blow past his ears, but it was remedied when he pressed them back against his nape. Whatever was calling him onward was undoubtedly dark, and he yearned to find out just what it was. By now he could sense that he was not alone, that there were at least two others with him, but they were not of evil intent. Perhaps they were simply curious as to what was happening, or maybe the stallion just couldn't read them as well as he thought. Deep down, were they just as corrupt as he? For now, however, that did not matter.
His thoughts had been terminated when his feet nearly disappeared out from beneath him. He staggered for a moment, his knees almost meeting the frozen ground, but he managed somehow to keep his footing. With a sharp exhale, the stallion stands for but a moment before he continued his advance, fighting every inch of the way as he pressed deeper. Crowley wondered idly if, whatever this was, might be something he truly could not handle, but what was the purpose of a life without taking risks? Just as he put a hoof to the cold ground, he stopped dead in his tracks, for he found himself at the edge of dark waters. It was almost dreamlike, for something unknown was calling for him to go on, but the waters laid out before him were questionable. There are dark orbs floating barely visible above the pool, almost taunting whoever may be watching them, daring them to do something.
Standing against the wind, the stallion raises his head almost defiantly and inhales sharply, a plethora of thoughts running through his mind. He steps sideways a couple inches, as if judging what might happen, if anything, before he suddenly takes the bait, and dares to take a single step into the murky, spectral waters.
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Walk Walk Walk
"Talk Talk Talk."
Think Think Think
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| Up For Adoption atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 7 HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Teppei :: Giant Panda :: Stormcall
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Climb into the ring for a battle that you can't win
It was no simple walk from the Foothill's to lovers paradise. It was even longer on your own. Locket, new to the land, had no clue of the geography of this place. He knew the trees surrounding his new homeland and the Threshold. His mind was sorely lacking in sense of direction. So it was with complete incomprehension when he wondered into the domain of blushing maidens and lust driven steeds, his mossy pools and keen nose picking up faint scents of others been and gone. An enchanting place marred by the thickening fog and a mare of chestnut hues surrounded by illustrious mane. She seemed captivated by something and it was as the panda boy took each step he began to understand.
Black. Purple. It was alive in the darkness. The wind was powerful and pulled at his loose dark curls, revealing a hardened face weathered with years of travel. Yet for all those years he had never seen such an object. Whose protecting wind whispered a thousand fold in ivory ears and pushed with mighty force at his slender body. There were two others. Stallions this time, one with a coat of snow and he possessed a gnarled branch for a horn. He stood by the mare but seemingly unaware. The other of darker means with horns gracing the very top of his head, his body containing brindle qualities.
The orb lays atop murky waters of untold mystery. Each step forward is almost impossible, it was the kind of wind one would expect atop a ferocious mountain or that of a storm. Not in the embrace of lovers hollow. An orb that harboured untold power and it was that need to know that drove Locket to fight this wind. Cloven hooves slipped against frosted surface and he grit his teeth together in determination, lowering his head and joining the other three strangers in the fight against the unrelenting wind. Those who travelled often held a curious mind, it drove this curly haired panda to stand when most would run. Eyes set on his goal.
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Locket talk :: L = R
| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
11-18-2012, 04:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 04:32 PM by Cassiopeia.)
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trust your heart if the seas catch fire
White fog breathed slowly through the twisted forks of the barren trees, asphyxiating the celestial dame like moist clouds of livid dust. It suffocated her, enveloping her in a swath of mystery as dished hooves fell trepidly into the Grove pool's gelid depths, each hoof fall attended by a faint, watery clap. The haze was thick, and the moonlight caught on the airborne vapors like a light swash of a fine powder. Cold permeated the air like an invisible mantra, thick as a cloud of smoke, and each breath ebbed and flowed from parted lips in a tumescent plume of smoke. The silence was deafening, and the Grove was eerily still.
Cassiopeia moved slowly through the marsh, dim eyes situated upon something emitting an eerie banquet of black light in the distance, its location shrouded by a thick veil of mist. Her interest piqued, Cassiopeia narrowed her eyes, and she studied the incandescent globe inquisitively. Almost as soon as her gaze had found the orb the mist dissipated, and an impetuous zephyr tore lose from the stillness.
She turned her head away from the blast, the silken tendrils of her mane billowing chaotically as cerulean eyes squeezed shut, slender face tucked to the side. She dared to steal another glance, and was surprised to discover four others, four individuals who seemed to also have been gravitated by the ethereal specter. She pushed stubbornly against the current, intent on retrieving the strange apparition - she had been told of such orbs before and was aware the power they wielded, and its allure was far too potent to ignore.
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The fae had flown from the barren desert to this quiet serene place. A black orb settled over the lake. She dropped to the floor. Five horses next to her. All trying to see what this orb was. The orb is black and mysterious. "Anyone know what this thing is?" It calls her name. Urges to get closer to it's mystery. She unfolds her wings and flies upward. The fae tries to fly over head the mysterious thing. She was almost over it when she shut her wings.
The feeling of falling towards it is true joy. Seeing wind push others back, she hopes for no wind. She hopes to fall into the unknown black orb. To feel her urges satisfied. To feel the cold water hit her hoofs.
The red fae whinnies to the magic. She wants to talk to it. She wants it's magical feeling, the feeling of something. She doesn't know the feeling, but she wants it. Bad. Staring at it with blue and brown orbs. What if it was angered by something. Would it's rash be released on her? Still falling. Wondering of the mysterious wind. Had anyone tried going over the object to get to it? Crimson red coat clean as usual. White petals caressing her mane and tail. Solid white wings. An angel in horse form.
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 3 years |
| Dark |
11-18-2012, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 07:04 PM by Leyra.)
Leyra traveled to the grove of lovers. So many horses had already gathered, and Leyra could only guess they were here for the same reason as her. A faint song had called her here, and she could not resist it. She walked closer to it, feeling it's rhythm and melody. So much filled her head. Leyra walked through a soft blanket of mist. A purple and black light slice through the mist. Leyra rushes towards it, the sweet song becomes louder, but a wind swipes her back, she dug her cloven hooves into the snowy earth, and she looked at the black waters. She had heard tales of this grove, one where lovers wandered to celebrate their love, and to mate. Leyra had heard that this pool of water was supposed to be beautiful and clear, but a black murk clouded the waters.
Leyra snorted. She tried to ignore the melody and turn away, but the music seemed to control her. She began to walk closer to the orb of light. The light seemed to tease her, so close yet so untouchable. Many horses had already gathered around the orb, charmed by the melody just as she. Leyra wondered if this was the work of the gods, no, Leyra knew it was.
Leyra's impatience got the best of her. She used her cloven hooves as ice picks and began to climb towards the orb, keeping low and all four hooves in the earth, shuffling closer to the orb. The wind whipped violently at her, almost knocking her down. She sunk lower to the ground, and plundered into the ice cold water. She gasped as her head surged under, and she barely managed to stay up. She reached closer to the orb, reaching out to it, insanity began to fill her head, she wanted the orb, it's melody causing her this chilling torture. She wanted it, so, so badly.
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I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 5 |
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Itzal :: White Tiger :: Hypnotize
roni |
11-18-2012, 06:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 09:04 PM by Yseulte.)
Magic always came with a price.
She remembers her father's pale face, sharp, cold and infinitely beautiful. But some days his expressions were often lined with crevices of flickering pain, and his burning eyes an empty abyss. On those days, he would rest in the shade of the willow trees and listen to the meadow larks in the afternoon light.
"But magic is power, little star," he would always say. And she would kiss him on the cheek, and his hot skin would scorch her nose. He was a powerful man, her father. The fire-eater, the Death-dealer. Son of the Fire Lord and his Firebird. "You will understand when magic chooses you."
It never did.
Ysuelte wandered, as she often did. She strayed from World's Edge, weaving through the labyrinth of trees and mist and frost in the moonlight. She ran because she could, and ran to see how far she could run. It seemed silly, now that she thought about it, running from the World's Edge, where all things ended. But where did it begin?
Ysuelte intended to find out.
The swathes of mist shrouded her body in an eerie bridal train. And suddenly, there was light in the distance, ebbing and flowing like the wind that suddenly lashed at her body in violent gusts, scrubbing her violet cheeks raw and red. Unlike Liridon, where magic ran wild and free and was common as a blade of grass, they said the land harbors magic selfishly here, like the massive dragonss of old guarding rare and beautiful treasures. Closer, closer. Each step felt like quicksand, and the whispers swarmed her mind like an angry hornet's nest. Soft, at first, and then more and more insistent. The voice of her father, perhaps.
His death haunted her still, even after all these years.
She hesitated, and almost turned away. Was it worth it? Magic? Zjarri had thought himself in possession of power, of magic. In reality, it had possessed him. She never inherited his ability cause the body pain, or to control fire. He never said it, but she could see it there in his eyes. Disappointment.
Ysuelte never liked to disappoint her father.
She did not turn back.
Seven were already gathered. Two mares, one the color of sand in the sunlight, and the other marbled blue and black with a wingspan like the dark sky overhead. Two strangely horned stallions, one white and one black. And another mare and stallion, her kind, unicorns. A female pegasus had managed to hover above the orb precariously. She wondered if the blue roan pegasus would soon join her kin.
Well, that was out of the question for Yseulte and the other land-dwellers. If the pegasus were going over, then the unicorns were going under.
Ysuelte joined them cautiously, noting their intent gazes fixed unwavering on the orb of light hovering eerily over the water. The light cast on odd glow on their faces, and she could see her father in each of their expressions. Vicious, yearning, and possessive.
They shared a common goal, these strangers and she. They would have to work together in order to accomplish anything other than standing around googly-eyed and drooling at the pretty light.
Uncertain if they would hear her over the thrum of whispers and the screech of wind, or even be willing to cooperate with one other, she called to them. "Pyramid formation...we can hold each other against the wind and move forward." Perhaps it was every man for himself. And if that was the case, then Ysuelte was going to be a one woman pyramid.
She struggled to move into position, taking her place where the base of the pyramid would form. Perhaps the three stallions would lend their strength at the base as well, and then the winged roan mare (if she didn't fly after the other winged mare) could join the spotted unicorn, and the slight golden mare could take the point of the pyramid.
And once they reached the water? Then what?
Drown to their deaths, most likely.
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ALL THE WAYS I GOT TO KNOW
YOUR PRETTY FACE AND ELECTRIC SOUL.
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11-18-2012, 08:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 08:25 PM by Irrydae.)
The purple dipped mare threaded her way through the trees, deep gold hooves pressing into the soft back of earth with each step. She stopped, and it wasn't silence that greeted her, but the sounds of the forest. She closed her eyes, tipping her head back slightly and let her body relax. Crickets chirped quietly in the distance and Irrydae's audits swiveled around, trying to absorb all the sounds around her. Dark lids revealed two bright, gold pools as they lifted slowly, seeing all the swaying leaves at the tops of the trees. The slightest rain cascaded down, hitting her outstretched wings and pelt, dancing down her figure.
Everything was always rushing, rushing. Changing, do this do that. Irry hadn't been able to just stop and think like this since who knows when. 'Irrydae, you need to let yourself relax, let your mind just wander, be yourself, be happy.' Her mother would tell her. They often would stand together, alone in a forest like this and appreciate, appreciate the place, appreciate themselves, and just let their minds go wherever. There had been people who would tell them it wasn't normal to do something like, that it was unusual.
It was as if someone had told the night to come early- dark was settling around her and the temperatures were dropping. Irry pulled in her large wings, her crania glancing at her surroundings. An eery fog creeped in around her, covering the serene place before her and smothering her. The chocolate mare's curiosity grew, and a faint melody plundered towards her ears. She continued on her path, the fog growing denser as she slowed, scavenging her way through the forest. Breaking through the trees, the fog thinned, but wind now howled in her ears, and she pinned them, the force of the wind almost blowing her back by surprise. She dug her daggers into the ground and approached the group, all of which seemed transfixed upon a glowing orb in the middle of the black waters. The singing was louder, calling it seemed specifically to the mare. The blue mare's words barely reached her own ears as she approached, 'Pyramid formation...we can hold each other against the wind and move forward.' Irry stepped in closer to the group, the orb's sound filling her ears and making Irry feel warm and fuzzy inside- almost sweet. It was telling her to come to it- it was just for her. Irrydae shook her head against the wind, looking at the blue unicorn. "Maybe I- or another pegasus can be at the lead. Whoever is could spread their wings, like so-" Irry paused, stretching out her wings and pushing them slightly forward, bracing them against the wind, "Maybe it'll help relent the group from some of the wind so we can push forward." Irrydae finished, looking across the dark waters.
How would they get across the waters? Was anyone able to freeze the lake, or maybe lift the group? Irry had no magical abilities to contribute, but maybe the pegasi could help each other fly out there? Not really the best idea. Golden eyes darted up as one of the unicorns approaches the lake, and she shook her head, opening her mouth the tell the young mare not to do that, but she plunged under, black water indulging her before the unicorn pushed herself to the surface.
"Our problem? The lake."
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Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
It was the most unlikely venue for her to travel in; someone as loveless and coldhearted as Korra did not have much business in a place like the Grove. The place reeked of lovers play, causing the shaggy garron to snort harshly as she strode through the foggy, shadowed forest. She was not entirely sure, but something was pulling her in; she felt it like a faint pulse in her bones. As a creature of the darkness, the darkness naturally called out to her and beckoned her closer, and she chose to follow her instincts. There were others present, she could smell them on the harsh wind that was lashing against her scarred face, as she held her nape low and held her sturdy frame against the force that was trying to push her back.
Stepping out to the lake, the large, pulsing orb came into view, and she halted, hypnotized by the sight. Her ears filled with a roar of whispers, making everything else impossible to hear. Brown globes were wrestled from the orb, glancing at the others there who had come to pursuit the same goal as she. They were unimportant, and she had nothing but a quiet chuckle to spill at their attempts to organize and fight against the wind together. A compact figure to stand against the elements was something Korra had been blessed with from birth, and now, her surefooted heritage came into all its glory.
Lowering her head, she looked down at the ground before her, as her eyes started watering, and she stepped forward slowly but surely, hungry to reach whatever dark powers were calling out to her, beckoning that she come. At the edge of the waters, she paused; the surface of the murky waters was dark, there was no saying what might dwell beneath. The shaggy garron took a deep breath and stepped forward, plunging the surface. Water had never scared her; she had swum in the marsh waters as well, this could hardly be any worse. Putting as little thought as possible into what might await her, she pushed forward and soon, her legs left solid ground. Then, she started swimming.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 5 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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11-21-2012, 07:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-22-2012, 01:43 AM by Zar'roc.)
Charcoal black legs thundered forward, cloven hooves sinking into the moist ground as the tawny stallion moved along, though he had no idea where he was headed. Soft mist clung to him, rain drizzling down his muscled body, powerful neck arched. The lion tail flicked back and forth as he stopped, red jeweled eyes opening wide, taking in the surroundings. Something was off- and he didn't know what.
With that thought came fog that hung limply before him, shrouding his view but his own nose. He snorted, poised as eyes narrowed, glaring into the opaque wall of fog. An eery silence followed suit and Zar'roc couldn't help but go find out what was causing this. As he worked his way through the trees, the fog started to disperse and the wind picked up, tossing his hair in every direction. It started to whistle in his ears and he pinned them fiercely to his cranium. He found himself standing in the lovers grove, and a disgusted sounds escaped his throat. Before him he saw a large group of horses, conversing, making a.. plan? He looked around them, seeing a pulsing, glowing black and dark purple orb in the middle of the murky waters. A grin filled his face as he gave a small laugh. The large mare that was entering the water had the right idea- it was every man for himself, at least that was Zar's idea.
Zar moved his way to the edge of the black waters as they lapped against his cloven hooves. He would use his magic ability to make a path to the orb and he would take it for himself- the glass would not stay in tact, only long enough for him. He would also have to mold glass in front of him to block the wind. This would not be an easy task, but it was worth a shot. He wanted this magic for himself.
Z A R ' R O C
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11-23-2012, 12:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-23-2012, 12:46 AM by Random Event.)
Korra, Crowley, Leyra, Zar'roc and Lockett will move forward.
The wind roars past the others, catching the feathered pegasus by their wings and propelling them backward. Lockett, the brave unicorn, manages to push into the center of the storm where the wind no longer scrapes his hooves along the unforgiving earth. But to all others, the chance at the magic is far gone. Only death would meet them should they try and move forward.
Death might meet the others too...
Three moved into the water: Korra, Crowley and Leyra. Only one of them would make it across the lake of once clear, beautiful waters. How deep did the lake go, and what lived beneath the surface? The pulsing magic had awakened a sleeping darkness, trapped in the slumber of the dead for hundreds of years. An unnatural ripple pushed the swimmers back, and the roaring of the wind was no longer heard to those inside its swirling barrier, leaving every tiny pindrop and beat of their hearts echoing loudly in the sound chamber.
A deep, aching rumble vibrated the thick waters, and the magic seemed to pulse with more darkness, swirling and shifting like an exotic dancer for a wildly rich audience. Something grabbed Korra around her fetlock, its massive claws engulfing her left leg while dragging the unicorn beneath the surface where the light of the world was but a tiny shimmer of water taunting burning lungs. How would she escape?
Crowley and Leyra were left, but they were not alone. A mare appeared in front of them, her eyes burning like the pits of hell, but she was undeniably alluring. Her body blocked their path, tendrils of mane mad of kelp and sea grass, her coat shimmering like dancing waters. Her jaws opened to reveal three rows of serrated teeth, and she laughed a wicked sound. "Ave morituri te salutant" she growled before snapping at the two unicorns.
Zar'roc faced a much different path. The bridge he was forging of glass was well founded and clever, but the lake was just as devious. A thick, green algae began to coat the iridescent surface, making it extremely slippery and dangerous to use. One could not travel quickly without sliding down the bridge and to their death in the wild waters below. Would he choose another way? Or would he continue along his perilous journey?
Lockett still had a choice to make as he stood on the shore. Zar'roc's bridge remained standing, covered in algae, but the monsters of the waters were foreboding and Korra had yet to resurface.
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| Dark |
11-23-2012, 08:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2012, 05:58 PM by Leyra.)
Leyra let out an silent wail as she saw the unicorn mare being pulled below the dark waters. Leyra's heart was ready to jump out of her chest when a demonic mare appeared. The screech she made was blood curdling. Leyra flattened her ears.
She pumped her legs in order to keep herself aloft. The mare was beautiful, and Leyra was the slightest bit jealous. The wind was no longer a problem, for it swirled behind them, blocking the others. The chamber of sound echoed everything. Even the beats of the hearts in the chests of those pursuing the magic.
The demonic mare blocked Leyra's path, Leyra gave out a grumble. She gathered all the air she could into her lungs before launching herself under the black churning waters. She acted as though she was turning back before swerving back around towards the magic. She kicked her hooves vigorously, swerving past the mare, hoping she wouldn't notice her.
Leyra was risking everything for this magic. Adrenaline pumped like mad through her veins, and the soft melody was beginning to drive her mad. Leyra struggled through the waters. This is what she was made for. She had lived on an island made up of horses who could swim for days without getting tired. Now she had to prove herself to her lost herd. Leyra swung her legs, beating the waters swift current. Leyra looked forward, her lungs begging her for air. Leyra glanced up, heading towards the surface. Adrenaline was pumped through her system, allowing her to swim faster and with less oxygen.
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I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
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Others seemed to swarm into the area in a mere matter of minutes, and idly, the stallion wondered what had drawn so many here all at once. It was definitely strange, but then again, there were even stranger things at hand here. If he wanted to find what this was all about, he needed to keep his mind sharp.
Not far from him, a bay mare with antlers almost as strange as his, plunged mindlessly into the deep water stretched out before them. "Idiot," he thought to himself as he watched the unicorn swim further and further away from the shore. He yearned to reach the orb as well, but he would do so in a way that wouldn't be putting him right at death's doorstep. Just before the brindle could think of a next move, however, the water began to ripple with an unnatural aura, and almost immediately the antlered mare disappeared beneath the water. Crowley might not have known her, but if she was so foolish to take the plunge, then it served her right in his eyes.
Then, as karma would have it, the end of the knife was pointed at him.
There before him stood one of the strangest mares he had ever laid eyes upon, one clad in kelp and other vegetation, but despite that, the stallion notices how strangely beautiful she is. The way those eyes glowed like the very pits of hell drew him in, but when she flashed those teeth towards him, luckily, he snapped out of it. The spotted mare that had once stood not far from him looked terrified at the appearance of this strange mare. But when she suddenly took off and headed into deeper, more treacherous waters, Crowley could only wish her the best of luck. Had she not seen what had happened to Korra? Turning his attention back to the malevolent equine as it spoke, the slightest of grins marred Crowley's face. "Aut non," he said in reply, then prepared himself for her inevitable attack.
She was quick, but hopefully, he was quicker. His horns were not made for piercing into the flesh of his enemies, but rather, for more blunt type attacks unless he could position himself correctly. Dropping his head, Crowley made his best attempt to bash his horns up into the mare's mandible, or the softest part of her neck that blended into her head. It would be a difficult feat, he knew, but within the murky waters it was all he could think to do. If it did make contact, however, the possibilities could prove deadly. Then again, who knew what power this mare beheld?
The brindle would not venture deeper into the water, at least for now, lest he suffer a fate similar to Korra's, and perhaps now, Leyra's as well. For now, all he could do was ready himself for whatever might come next.
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| Up For Adoption atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 7 HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Climb into the ring for a battle that you can't win
It wasn't long before more came, some braver (or foolish) than others. There were two more after the brindled boy who chanced a swim, both of his blood. Locket shivered at the thought of going in after them, something was wrong with the lake, the scruffy mare had already been dragged under. Of the two others an angry femme they faced whose appearance was sheer frighting. Locket watched the roan disappear underwater with a look of disbelief, teeth clenching as the darker steed went for a more logical dodge. Grinning as he spoke, seemingly having fun dealing with the monster before him. The grey glass maker was having troubles of his own with a slippery path and here the panda boy stood. No more wind, like watching something from behind a glass window.
Curly mane was ravaged and left in clumps along his neck, bits of forelock tangled around ivory ears. He looked to the water and then to the glass bridge. Neither appealing. He watched the power of the stone batter his unicorn kin with not a single shred of sympathy. Absent pools only concerned for his own safety, Locket sighed and shook his head. "You play a wicked game but I think I will stay here and watch your beautiful madness. Travelling has often taught me not to meddle in the affairs of others" he spoke to the orb like it could talk back and indicated to the struggling survivors.
He had beaten the wind and remained safely in the eye. Locket knew if the stone wanted to, that could all change. The boy could simply see no other path and instead watched and waited.
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Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
Despite best efforts, the savage was pushed back mercilessly as a large wave suddenly came out of nowhere. Clenching her teeth, the frustration painted on her scarred face, she pushed on. She always did, even when others might have turned back, the stubbornness in her was what drove her with perpetual strength to continue. Her persistence had brought her life in danger many times and may often be confused with stupidity, if you are not smart enough yourself to notice the nuances. Korra had another advantage in never concerning herself with the judgments that may be passed over her; social banter and petty backstabbing were two completely foreign concepts to the little russet warrioress.
Others were pushed back by the wind and their journey ended as quickly as it had begun. Korra was not one of the rejected, and she bared her teeth in the struggle to move forward. The silence was deafening, and the only thing the small barbarian could hear was the rush of her blood in her ears, like moving inside a huge bubble that absorbed every sound. Then suddenly, she felt something grasp her leg, and her brown eyes widened. The surprise caused her to suck in breath, just in the instant she felt whatever was holding her dragging her down. Not a sound escaped her as she went under the surface and the waters closed over her head.
At first, she felt nothing but blind panic, kicking ferociously to rid herself of the creature, but to no avail. The oxygen in her body was being used up quickly from the effort, so she ceased her wiggling immediately. Her entire body was put under pressure, worsened the further down she was dragged, and her lungs felt like they might explode. She tried turning her head and decipher what was digging its claws in her leg, but couldn’t. This was when her stubbornness saved her, for she could not give up now. Then, she aimed one powerful bow at the appendage that was holding her and felt the beast release its grip.
Powerfully, she lunged herself to the surface, breaking the water with a large gasp and a cough from some of the water she had swallowed. Shook up and exhausted, the little wildling spotted the demonic mare up ahead who seemed to be absorbed by distressing some of her fellow pursuers, so the russet one found energy within her to just keep swimming for the orb in the middle of the pond, highly alert of any sign that the aquatic monster might return for a second run. At least this time, she would be somewhat prepared, and with the adrenaline and flight-instinct pumping hard through her system, she was able to shoot a much faster pace through the water than she had thought possible.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 5 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Archeon :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire
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The pegasus were blown away, and some others had also been pushed away. There were not many left, and the stallion was glad he had his power. Crimson eyes watched the three others that were in the murky waters, shaking his head and thinking what a horrible idea that had been. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the large unicorn mare plunged under, not a sound escaping her lips. Zar stared for a second, surprise flooding through him before he shook it away. What monsters lie beneath the surface? Something Zar'roc would rather not find out.
The wind was starting to slow as he ducked behind the glass panes that blocked him from the wind. He was barely upon the bridge before the waters sloshed underneath, forming a thick green algae that started to cling to the glass, inching up to the top of it. A thick layer of slime covering to top of the algae, daring him to step closer, to try and cross the bridge. Zar'roc snorted, raising his foreleg carefully and using his cloven hoof to pick at it slightly. The alage oozed into the split hoof, sliding across the surface. Zar pulled back, he could.. superheat the earth. Algae was part of the earth right?
Zar focused on superheating the algae and adding onto his glass bridge. More algae appeared in it's place, quickly slinking it's way onto the bridge. Zar pinned his ears, annoyed. He was still really close to the edge of the lake, and Zar knew that it would be an easy jump. Algae had not covered where he was standing or the tiny section behind him, and Zar took advantage of it. Carefully, he turned his body the other way, and as soon as he did algae started to form underneath his bridge. Was it.. hissing? Zar collected his footing, poising, and jumped the 2-3 foot section to the shore.
Cloven hooves sunk slightly into the soft sand. Zar grinned, quickly moving away from the pulsing algae that was covering the rest of the class feature. Zar glanced over at the other unicorn who had decided to stay on the ground. He was smart, and Zar had realized the wind had stopped here, an eery calm settling over them. They were in the eye of the storm, which meant the other side was cooming soon. Zar dug his cloven hooves into the ground, getting low to the ground and bracing himself for the other side of the storm.
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Based on dice roll from the three active participants in the water, CROWLEY has won the magic.
The monster beneath screams an echoing howl as Korra's sharp antler's pierce his soft, fish-like flesh, but the stallion Crowley's horns collided with the toothy, sexy fiend must faster. In a rage, the mare flailed in the water, blinking eyes that turned blood red with red and moving toward Leyra who had escaped her grasp a moment earlier.
Crowley had the most time to reach the center, and the second his muzzle touched the coiling, vibrating ball of darkness, the storm settled and the lake turned clear once more. Storm clouds were blown from the sky, revealing a beautiful, clear day. The soft smells of love and beauty returned to the grove, and the energy ball disappeared into Crowley's chest, sending his fur rippling before settling once more.
Congratulations, Crowley! Please post here with the specifics of your magic so that we may update our records!
| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
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CURSE :: The ability to place a small curse on someone, paying with a scar. Ex, letting a raincloud follow someone for a week, make food not sate hunger every Wednesday, etc. Effects will wear off with time.
Although, I was wondering if it would be possible to have this without the scarring after-effect? And perhaps later on down the road, would it be possible to quest for more severe curses/long lasting curses? Thanks!
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