She moved freely throughout the forest. Her grey eyes searching for something, but nothing in particular. The needle-like leaves crunching beneath her hooves. The green, fresh smell of a spring-like season was here. New life was everywhere. With new life, there were new starts. She snorted gently at the thought, she could never completely get rid of her old self. A smug smile fell upon herself as she came to a stop between two good-sized trees. "Pretty." She commented. Almost as pretty as herself, but not quite.
She turned her head and brought her mouth to her shoulder, trying to reach an itch. Her dark, soft mane flipped over her face, covering a majority of her face. One dramatic hair flip later, and she was cleared of the hinderance. She looked about herself once more, flipping her tail in annoyance. She wasn't normally this much of a conceited diva, but at the moment she felt the need to be "princessed". She wanted someone to come and dish her every compliment they could manage. She didn't want to have to work for it either, she was to busy for petty flirting at the moment.
The night sky above her twinkled, the stars winking at her, wishing her the best of luck. Even lady moon seemed to be smiling, for it was full, round and bright, casting a wondrous glow among the darkened trees. It was comforting, because as time passed she felt more and more alone. It was ironic too, because she normally wished she could just disappear, or make people feel as if she had never been there in the first place. Kristhana sighed, she already knew this place was doing crazy things to her. And to think, it wasn't even friday night yet. With a roll of her eyes she pawed the ground, as if that would dig up some interesting conversation.
Apollo the Merciful Posts: 251
| Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 11 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for;
It had been a long, long time since he had stepped foot in Helovia’s Threshold. The last time that he had graced this forested land had been in the throes of the winter, when Frostfall had cascaded a mass of unforgiving snow and frost upon the land. With a quiet snort the stallion stepped lightly through the woods, briefly allowing the swallowing arms of the trees pull him back to his home in the Deep Forest. Apollo had been settling in the Grey for some time now, living in the Forest and serving his Family as well as he could, given his lightness in abilities. He was no warrior, that was true, but it didn’t stop him from fighting… The events at the Endless Blue, fighting the wolves and the Kracken, were proof of that alone.
Heaving in a deep breath to rid himself of such terrible thoughts, the overo stallion tossed his head, the ebony tresses of his mane falling gracefully onto the other side of his neck. The crystalline horn protruding from his head caught a glimpse of moonlight, the light blue hues shining brilliantly for a moment before he turned his head, allowing the rays to land innocently upon the grass covered ground. Oh, yes… It had been too long since he had been here, for he hardly recognized it.
Honey-brown eyes watched the shadows play in the trees, and for once, the stag was surprised that he didn’t feel fear at the clutches of darkness. There had been two things that Apollo had feared upon stepping into Helovia for the first time; darkness and water, and since being here, he had slowly begun to overcome those fears. Most of the time, they were thanks to her… Thoughts of her, the beautiful earthly Pegasus who had stolen his heart, caused his chest to tighten and his smooth walk to falter. Did he mean anything to her? Of course he did… After all, they had kissed in the water at the Endless Blue, but then again… They had both been about to die. Perhaps it was a spur of the moment type of thing? Cursing himself for his inability to clear his mind when it came to Phaedra, the Unicorn gave another small snort, but then paused when his ears caught the sound of something scraping against the dirt.
“Hello?” He called out, pausing in his tracks and honeyed eyes scanning the dancing shadows of the trees. “Is anyone there?”
Moving forward only a few more paces, the boyish stallion paused, squinting through the shadows to see another horse standing only a few feet away. She seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows, and Apollo allowed a soft grin to cross his handsome face before speaking, head raising and shifting his stance to hold himself with pride. “Oh, hello there. I’m terribly sorry; I didn’t see you before… Are you new to Helovia?” His voice and tone were welcoming, as he didn’t want this mare to think him rude. The shadows danced in his eyes, the honey-colored orbs he had been graced with, but they held nothing but warmth, as was Apollo’s genuine nature. “My name is Apollo.”
I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."
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Sumati
the Sinbird
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Sumati permits herself one last night in the Threshold, awaiting the new arrivals of possible herd members. The Throat is expanding nicely now, climbing into the breaths of varied population and overall herd growth. She smiles to herself as she makes her way through the sparse trees. They loom overhead, each new leaf gleaming silver from the mysterious touch of the moon. The moon cast the darkest, longest of shadows, and Sumati's path is hinted with a silvery blue hue. The Threshold, perhaps one of the most dangerous places in Helovia, is enchanted with a mystical feel almost a tenuous allure that pulls so delicately on her heartstrings. She is a puppet to its ways. The blessedness she feels when entering its green grasp is one of her few joys. At once she is the power source, speaking all she is best at and into the wild hearts of the wanderers.
The Sinbird follows a neat, new scent. It is the scent of a stallion, one bleached with salty reminiscences and old memories much like her own. She is sour to her memories, they lie forgotten in the back of her mind in a place that only sounds when the bells of her heart pound together in the purest pique. This stranger smells of happy memories, though, a place in which he was at the most devoid state of mind in the heartiest of passion. Sumati has no memories like this, and if she does they are forgotten.
She is brought back to reality by his voice. It is quiet in the trees and carried by the small tendrils of gliding air. She stops, folding her wings nearly to her sides tucking in the brown tipped primal feathers. Her vivid hazel gaze drifts through the trees finding two figures that match the night sky. They are rimmed with silvery eloquence and their eyes spoke wanderlust. Sumati watches them for one second longer before emerging from the trees, interrupting the cool color scheme with her loud markings and thick feathers. She is oddly uneasy in the restless moon's view. She remembers her purpose and presses on.
"Greetings, and welcome to Helovia," she says rounding behind the dark stallion. She halts between Apollo and the dainty mare, hoping they are both here together looking for a herd to reside in. Her vibrant eyes flick to each of them before she starts finding her voice again. "I am Sumati the Sinbird, Sultana of the Dragon's Throat herd. I lead beside my dear friend Kri the Resolute, we'd both be more than willing to have you both." Sumati adjusts herself comfortably swishing her tail to the delight of the breeze.
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For the duration of this thread, you must include each of the following words somehow in every post.
Noun: pipe
Adjective: twisted
Verb (transitive): seek
Verb (intransitive): believe
Adverb: gradually
Interjection: cuckoo
Preposition: to
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