the Rift


deliverance [acceptance?]

Argetlam Posts: 51
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Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 7
Adoptable
#1


The metal crafter was sorely tempted to wallow in his misery until his trembling heart broke and he melted into a puddle of tears that dripped sullenly over the world, an expanding gray cloud. Maybe, if everyone felt his sorrow, they would stop fighting. Everywhere. No more war. It was a thought Argetlam indulged himself in, for much too long he nursed it, before realizing it was unlikely any would care if he melted into tears and how would he exactly melt into tears anyways?

He ached everywhere, he burned everywhere, and he thought he might, at least, crumble into a thousand pieces as he made his agonizingly slow way from Foothills to World's Edge, feeling as if his skin and muscle was rotting away over his bone. Every ten minutes or so, the stallion so desecrated by the battle would stop, chest trembling, spine tingling, eyes half-closing and keening softly to himself in the back of his throat, before he slogged on once more, groaning with the exertion of thick, heavy limbs and a broken heart, a heart savaged by the fine white lady who crowned herself in the Foothills' home, her black sister, a heart torn by their followers. Argetlam was devastated, the small, idle herd had been shredded by the horses there. In fact, he could hardly believe it.

Yet he sought out another home, knowing the moment Ophelia said it that he could not join that herd. He could not serve war or destruction. The metal bender, despite his shaking legs and pains, came hobbling to the herd nearest, praying for shelter and peace once more, somewhere that would tend to his cuts and wounds and care for him, where in return he could continue his crafting. It hurt to leave the massive amounts of metal behind in the mountains, but he had what felt like no choice. He needed to leave.

It was the morning one week after he departed the Foothills that he arrived on the boundaries, the birds singing their sweet songs. So Argetlam waited, leaning heavily against the trees, knowing someone would come in the pale, yellow-washed colors of dawn.

"TALK TALK TALK"


Crven Posts: N/A
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#2
Crven
Someone I used to know....

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Crven was still getting accustomed to the new lands that were now her home....strangely enough though she had not encountered a single soul in her ramblings. But there was something on the wind...a tinge of blood and evil that marked a massive battle she had not been forced to witness...And for now knew nothing other than the fact that something seemed ‘off’. Her pale eyes swivelled within their sockets, maneles neck twitching beneath the heat of the overbearing sun. She was yet to even meet her liege.... A troubling thought that left her nervous....what if she stumbled upon him or her? She would have no clue as to the level or respect anyone she encountered should carry. But then again it could not really be her fault could it? As it seemed Thor had other things to do than show the strange new mare about. Not that she could blame him....if he was an integral part of the herd as she thought then these warring times would pull him from her side. Though she did wish she had at least been able to ask about those small wings that sprang proudly from his dark hide.

Small rocks slid beneath her hooves as she moved down a small incline,pausing briefly to let her eyes roam over the beautiful song birds that were oh so plentiful here......But what was that at their feet? A glint of metal, the orange reflection of the morning sun drove her closer. It was rare that she encountered metallic like surfaces....and this was worth exploring. With her small limbs lightly carrying her to the line of trees along the edge of the territory it took little time for her to see why the sun had been reflected so....A stallion of sorts, a large cold blooded beast whom was littered with metal....and wounds. He seemed exhausted, his weight slumping against a tree.....Was he perhaps one of their warriors returning home? She did not know.....But he seemed too injured to cause her any harm. Cautiously she stepped forward, wishing she knew where to find their healers as his wounds grew closer and more horrific at the moment.


"Do...do you need help?"


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Aaron Posts: 260
World's Edge Protector atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 6 Years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Alanna :: Common Hellhound :: Energy Drain Emily
#3

It of course did not take long for more to arrive. The bonded pair of Aaron and Alanna had been out for a morning run when Alanna picked up the scent first. It was clear as the new day that was only just beginning. Someone else from the Foothills had arrived.... But from the smell of him, he had not gotten medical attention after the massacre. The smell of blood, Alanna had picked up on that before the scent of the Foothills. Quickly Aaron changed direction heading for the source of the smell.

Brown eyes filled with concern took in the beaten frame of Argetlam. The dappled gray had clearly been one of the few who had fought, and lost, against the Grey. Alanna go get Torasin, Smoke, or any nurse you can find. The garnet and ivory pup whined softly in protest but one look from her bonded said different. Quickly the young pup departed to find anyone who could help heal. In the mean time Aaron took in the mare who had arrived before him. She seemed at home and clearly wanted to help. "Argetlam." Aaron spoke at last. The sight of his former apprentice... or well helper of sorts renewed the anger he had for the Grey. What kind of family had Phi made hat would injure another this badly... In his mind Alanna growled at the name. She hated the pain the ivory mare brought to her bonded. "I've sent for help, The Moon Doctor or a Nurse should be here soon." Secretly he did wonder if his mother would arrive as well, seeing as she had Torasin clearly had something going on now...


"something to say"

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