Fresh grass began to bloom and the dominant signs of spring sharpened as the melted snow began to finally disappear. Birds chirped, squirrels came out, and the annoying insects you did not see within Frostfall began to appear. Hibernating animals exited their hold in a temporary home and began to make themselves known. Abel and Nym had seemed to do the exact thing. Holding their growing bodies away from the rest of Helovia's people. Rather hiding in the shadows and gathering the information they needed. Natives here they were. Conceived and born in the exact world Isilmians fled to. Their own mother talking of such a land, coming from it with scars and so many wounds. This exact canopy where Brooke had fallen, wounds so terrible and rough that Mirage and her dragon along with Torasin her lover (their father) and his dragon arrived. Mirage and Akaith lighting a fire to help Torasin's lover. Merely weeks before the twins were conceived. Born and abandoned not long after. Realizing their mothers favorite game was disappearing. Twice she disappeared. Now would be the third time.

The thing is though, she wasn't playing this time. She was truly gone forever. Abel was the only to know this. If Nym was to find out their mother was dead, found in the same place they were born, all covered in her own internal liquids.. he would fall apart. She had obvious signs of poisoning. The thing Abel did not know was she was poisoned on purpose, not by accident. d'Artagnan the Nightshade acquired his poison, tipped his horn, and rammed it through her skin. Brooke was lost in her confusion. Hurt and confused. Dying there in foam and blood. Abel coming across his mothers tracks was quick to cover it up. Making Nym believe she was only playing her mere game. As if she would return. Maybe Abel would tell him, maybe he wouldn't. It all depended on the growing personality of his twin. The chestnut was too much alike Torasin, too confined within personal emotional problems. Conflicted with emotional stress and hurt. Holding on to long to something so useless. This was why Abel was the more fit for dominance in the pair.

As they traveled you could tell. Watching the way the silver buckskin tovero walked, you could note the high tiara hold as Nym walked like a working horse. Head lower and muscles put more to use in forwards motion. This did not lessen his power though. Only put him to his place in line between a brotherly hold. A grasp in love. Abel was the first to notice Shyr, paint on a blue roan hide. A beautiful color that caught his attention quickly. Heightening his posture he gently bumped his muzzle on Nym's face, motioning his twins blue eyes to the thin but built frame of a female. Nym began to move forward, disregarding his brothers importance in leadership. Abel couldn't mind much, it was a simple suggestion that this time the chestnut paint had it. "Excuse me madam," kind and formal tones noted her, "is there anything we can help you with?" he finished joyfully. Abel standing behind him. Quietly observing the femme's movements.

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"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."

Shyr's movements, tense and hostile, among the tree branches made the pair uncomfortable. The simple way she held herself so arrogantly but yet scarred and hostile, was beyond the breaking point for Abel. Within his temper wavered. Moving too and fro without a care. Nym was cautious, he could feel the awkward emotions coming from his brother. The chestnut stepped sideways a tiny amount. Giving his brother a tinsy bit more room to throw a tantrum if he needed to. Abel though was mature enough to handle his fire. Tossing the fuel only when needed, restraining it for safe reserves later. Shyr was waiting to be claimed. Or so she hoped for. Who would hope for such? Exactly what the two boys wondered, their blue and green gaze going from her to each other and back to her. Nym was the only to speak, once again, "For someone to think that way is weakness, you should not wait to be claimed. You are not a piece of property that someone can come in and grab up," he paused to take a gander at his brother, Abels eyes stared directly at the skiddish mare "you're just as worthy of a specimen as the next to walk through these trees."

Abel began to make motions with his lips. Unsure of whether to continue what he was thinking or just leave it at best but the thrive to tell her something was too great, "Perhaps we can show you to a home? A pretty lass such as yourself should not wander alone." There it was. Plain and spat without taste. It seemed he needed practice on giving compliments. He was still rough around the edges and had no real care to help the lady out but if Nym was willing to offer their services, the least he could do was be behind him in it. Then she smiles. Nervous and wrecking. A terrible smile at the least. Nym moved forwards toward the gal as she moved her lips in words again, "We live here," looking her up and down "as for a service, I don't believe we need any aiding at the moment." Nym's gaze locked on Shyr's features. Holding without a break in stare. Abel began to pipe up again.

He was annoyed and ready to cut this to the chase, get it done and over with, "There are 4 herd lands out there," muscles began to quiver in anticipation of movement "The Dragons Throat, Worlds Edge, Wintossed Foothills, and the Aurora Basin. Though there is information about each of these herds that I must inform you of if you plan to search out a home. The Throat is led by Kri and Leander, typically a land for the pegasus but they allow all in their ranks, but do not expect any special treatment unless you bear wings. The Edge is led by Mirage, equality is strong within her group. The Foothills is currently run by a triumvirate, Svetlanna, Evers, and Archibald each rule there. Again an equal herd but," he sighs, eager ears forward in a relaxed motion, stress relieved during his talk "the Basin is not so kind. They are unicorns who believe they are supreme and racist beyond belief, though not all of them are like that, the majority is. You must be a Unicorn to join within their ranks or your out of luck." Abel motioned forward. Swinging his jaw towards Nym's rump to get the other stud to return back to his original position.

Nym began to back up, roughly as he was not so great in reverse, Abel though was not finished. He could careless though, surely she could figure there was much more to it than just herd life. There was the Grey and so much more. Or just living a free outcast. Without a care in the world. Protecting yourself though was a challenge sometimes because its not always easy fending for yourself. "Though you are not required to plant your hooves upon a seed now, there is much to see here. My brother and I may be able to take you to what you desire."

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[ooc- If it's crap I'm sorry. I'm eating this amazing taco and trying to type at the same time and its a major fail!]
"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."

Perhaps Abel had come off too strongly, even something Nym had picked up after living with him for so long. He could tell the difference between Abel's rough talk or the normal way he was, today he seemed quick and rough. Something troubled him, yet Nym would never truly know the reason for his hot temper boiling beneath his surface. Nym was to never know about his mothers death, therefore Abel was confined to keep it to himself, until his father appeared somewhere. The last visit here was a short time ago, where Abel and Nym's temper both arrived but it didn't make Abel feel any better. He was still troubled beneath the surface of a cold hard steel stallion. He wished inside he could converse with her in patience and care but he couldn't summon any hope in his voice. It was all just flat and laced with hate.

Nym was open with observation. Drinking in the coat of the lovely lady yet still wary of who she was in general. She seemed so skiddish and sly, lost and without a purpose. Perhaps though, that was the way of being new. Sinking into your shell. Lying back and searching for your spot within a new world. She couldn't figure out how to take in Abel's furious yet somewhat mechanical tones, but she was still kind enough about it. Nym smiled to her. "Don't worry miss, he's not usually such a grump." he whispered to her. The tone was so low Abel couldn't pick it out but he hoped atleast she could hear some of the words. Maybe draw it out together in a line, ignoring the rude glare of Abel. Those green eyes weren't mean to drown her in fear but he couldn't help but feel careless that his brother was sharing words with her and not him. They said everything together, always.

"We've lived here since birth, haven't yet found a true reason to leave, so perhaps it could be grand." he smiled, but yet her next words were sorrowful, almost as if she felt down so he perked his ears and graciously made a careful statement, "Though not as grand as meeting you madam." maybe he come off to strong but he only meant to cheer her up. It was a grip around the chestnuts heart that hurt him deep inside. The hurt within her summoned its own force to him. Abel though was not so vulnerable to such feelings. He was closed and reckless.

With the withdrawal of Nym, Abel confided his comfort in his brother. Relaxing his hateful stance. Head still drawn high with dominance. "If you are not as such, then I welcome you with an open heart." Abel dipped his head. His tones were still cold and cruel but there was a hint of warmth, hope hidden behind the dominant cruel vocals. "I feel that you would find the Edge the most comfortable of all herds but we are more than glad to show you them all, so you may pick. Or decide you want to wander the outskirts as we do." Abel gestured his large cranium to his brother. Picking up a large hoof then putting it back to the ground. The stretch felt good, refreshing and new.

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[ooc- Posts will be coming slowly, I apologize for the delay, but you can imagine the short amount of time for the site with holidays and such.]
"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."