now hear the dark gun punching out
that I may love you
The ashen phantasma had all but abandoned the hope of finding her vernal young daughter. She had assumed the worst, for through all her restless seeking of even the slightest augury or sign of her aliveness, the pale amazon's efforts had turned up widely inauspicious. She had resolved that it was time to move on with her life, for such a ceaselessly recurring thing does not yield for anyone, not even for a mother who had failed at fulfilling her maternal obligation.
Times goes on, as does all things. The cycle of life and death would continue, as it would long after she was dead and whisked from the memories of those who tenanted the space she once occupied. The figurative clock of life keeps ticking, and it was unwise to dwell on lost causes. As heartless it may sound, she had finally come to grips with the fact that it quite possibly may be considered as such.
She still had some time left in the ever draining hourglass of her life, and she did not intend to waste it. So, with this mindset, she had decided to pursue the aroma of other horses to the mouth of Helovia, espoused with the theory that quite possibly some of her erstwhile comrades had found refuge here. Clinging desperately to that subtle prospect she proceeded onward, the scents growing in potency with she step she claimed.
Subdued sunlight lightly caressed her pale physique, still delicate and light as the day had begun to unfold. The evanescence of the morning mist, although dilute in density in the first place, had already come to pass. The sky was bent into an array of lustrous colors, and the achromatic colored mare kept her keen plum eyes fixed on the horizon - at least what she could she of it above the canopies of the trees.
Perhaps she could resume her life here; start out on a fresh slate. Oh how she yearned for the companionship of Paladin. She remained optimistic that he had managed to escape the fatal clutch of the ever-broadening shades. Surely he had. She wondered what had become of Crane, if he too had eluded the destruction of their home.
One could only hope.
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[ ooc ; Still getting into her character. Anyone is welcome. ^.^ ]
Ktulu the Constrictor Posts: 509
| Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
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It was only her second trip to the Threshold since she'd crossed it with her sister in their escape from Isilme. There were a few reasons for her to be there. The main one was that she still held hope that stragglers from Isilme would finally cross over into Helovia so she could welcome them and take them home to the Throat. Another was that she simply wanted to increase the numbers of the Throat and hopefully bring back some strong potential warriors.
This trip to the Threshold resulted in her stumbling across a pale, very tall pegasus mare. Ktulu put on a kind smile as she weaved her way through the trees toward her. "Hello, welcome to Helovia." She greeted the mare. She inhaled, breathing in the lingering scent of Isilme and her smile grew. "You come from Isilme, don't you?"
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now hear the dark gun punching out
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For a long while the ivory amazon was alone in her thoughts, the soothing, chirping serenades of the songbirds coercing her to carry on into this foreign land. The gentle hammerings of her hoof falls came in monotonous recession, producing a steady, rhythmic cadence. She wasn't timid. Quite the contrary, actually. She was eager, acquisitive to discover whether another Isilme inhabitant coincided in these borders.
Hope compelled her onward.
Plum eyes grew wide with surprisal, and for a moment her heart fluttered erratically in her chest, thrumming gently against her bosom. She halted in her movements, statuesque as her exuberant eyes looked onward, focalized on what appeared to be the dark form of Paladin. She ruffled her wings in excitement before the realization encroached like a ton of bricks. This was not her dark knight. Instead it was an imposter, devoid of the crimson accents, yet somehow still identical. A melancholy expression assembled upon her features, a sigh emit from the crevice in her lips. Her head was held with abeyance as she watched her approach.
This was a far more feminine unicorn, her voice lighter and matronly. She forced a cordial grin to accentuate the delicate panes of her ash gray face. The slender lobes of her ears pricked forward with fervor at the mention of her home. "Yes." She answered. "How did you know?" The unsuspecting tone of her voice was clear and radiant. Could this mare be from there as well? Could she possibly be a child of the Valiant?
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Ktulu the Constrictor Posts: 509
| Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
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For whatever reason the mare seemed unhappy or sad that she was there. It was curious to Ktulu, but she would address it later if need be. What mattered most at that point was welcoming the mare that smelled so much of Isilme. There was no surprise on her face when the mare admitted to being from her homeland, nor when she was asked how she had known.
"I come from Isilme." Ktulu answered, her smile becoming melancholy. "I used to live in the Tides with my parents and my sister." She missed her home a great deal and wished nothing more than to go back, but she knew it was a lost cause. The only thing she could do was forge her own path in Helovia and take care of her sister. "We all escaped and came here when the shades attacked. Where did you live?"
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As she had suspected, this sable colored filly had also come from Isilme. She noted the sullen manifestation that had conveyed in attendance with the reference to her home, which she could certainly relate to. Never had she loved another place so much as the proclaimed land of moonlight and right now she found herself severely yearning to go back. She could never go back, this she was undoubtedly aware. It made her mournful and reasonably incensed. It wasn't fair. She sighed.
Hark ears percolated atop the zenith of her head in response to the ebony mare's continuation of words. "I also lived in the Tides." A short paused ensued. "Briefly, however." She confessed, the words tumbling from malleable lips like the fluctuate breeze that now tugged upon the saffron frayed strands of her encolure. Suddenly, she didn't feel quite so alone in her sorrowful plight. Silently, she lamented over the decimation of her beloved Isilme.
Inwardly, the harlequined damsel wept. "I am Valhalla." She managed a half hearted smile. Curiosity bristled on the tip of her tongue. "What is your name?" She inquired, a brief connotation of reluctance briskly corroded from her soft, matronly vocalisms as soon as the utterance eluded her maw and was detected by her own heedful ears.
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Ktulu the Constrictor Posts: 509
| Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 70.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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So this mare had lived in the Tides. Ktulu couldn't remember having ever seen her there before. She'd said it was brief so there was the possibility that she had lived there and left before she and her sister had ever been born. "You might have known my parents." she decided. "They ruled over the Tides together." She was fairly certain that her father had been the original, God chosen leader. That he had fought no one to take the Tides as his own. Her mother, she knew, had been picked by her father to rule beside him.
"Your name is strong." Ktulu said, her smile brightening a bit when the mare finally introduced herself. "I am Ktulu, once of the Tides, now warrior in training of the Dragon's Throat." The black dun shifted her weight. "As in Isilme there are herds here should you choose to live in one, but only two of them allow for all species. My home, the Dragon's Throat, is ruled by Kri and she welcomes all, though most of the herd consists of pegasus. The Foothills are ruled over by Indy and Gossamer, my grandparents, and Smoke. They also accept all races. The World's Edge only allows unicorn residents."
Ktulu finally took a breath, her head tilting slightly. "I will accompany you to whichever herd you decide to stay in." She offered generously.
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Paladin moved through the forest easily now that he had regained his strength. The limp in his hip was all but gone except during the winter months, but now, in the heat of the summer, he felt wonderful. Isilme and his Tides still hung heavily on his heart, but he found that moving around in the threshold helped ease that pain. Just a little.
The stallion spied a similarly colored figure in the distance and smiled, knowing that it must be his beautiful, kind daughter, Ktulu. He wondered why she was here without her sister, but he supposed they were old enough to make their own decisions. Now that Paladin was well, he would have to seek out Ktulu and offer once more to train her in the art of battle, teach her how to use her natural abilities to her advantage.
A silver figure was also in the distance, and he furrowed his brows, trotting into the clearing. Val? The stallion stopped in his tracks, crimson eyes wide and shocked. He remembered enjoying the mare's company like a friend, but once, before Soleil had become his queen, they had been... together. How did she? She had left even Isilme so long ago... Not, not that he was unhappy that she was here? "Ah... Hello," he grunted in shock.
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That the fair maiden had known her parents was a reasonable assumption. Perhaps she had, but she didn't acknowledge who the belle's parents were, at least not with incredulous certainty, and therefore had no way to compile a doubtless conclusion. She hadn't so much as seen Ktulu before now, so it was out of the question for her to recognize her parents, although the resemblance she bared to Paladin bestowed upon her a lurid suspicion.
She wouldn't necessarily be surprised if he was in fact her sire. "What were their names?" She chirped with a vague smile. The compliment which had been thrown in her direction had caught the ivory damsel off guard, but never the less she accepted it nervelessly and listened on as she continued to speak. "Thanks." She averred somewhat awkwardly, a wispy grin evinced upon her lips and the words lubricated with the faintest trace of laughter. Meanwhile, the spindly tendrils of her docile tail swatted idly against her haunches. How long had it been since she held a conversation with another?
As she listened she cocked her hind leg to perch on the edge of her dished hoof, finding it all almost too much to take in. It almost felt as though making this her new home would be betraying Isilme, but she soon realized the naivety of such a thought. "I would appreciate that Ktulu." She paused, contemplating for a brief moment. "What is the Dragon's Throat like?" Curiosity literally dripped from her lips.
Eyes of dulcet Bulgarian lavender then clinched upon the figure of Paladin. Her heart skipped a beat, then skittered irrepressibly in her cavernous bosom. It was him, this she was convinced with entire authority, her assurance farther verified by the manner he regarded her with his crimson irises, then tensed - flummoxed, shocked.
Who could blame him, really?
Her mouth hovered open, the crevice in her lips dividing, revealing in earnest her chasmal oral cavity. Her earns flitted anxiously, then perked forward as the masculine tenor of his voice sidled through the air and divulged his astonishment. "Paladin." It was like a mere whisper, loud enough to be audible though far from an ardent clarion. "I- uh, it's been a while." Slender ears jerked back simultaneously, assaulted by the assailing narrative of her voice. What else was she supposed to say?
She was admittedly fazed by his reluctance, but her auditory receptors soon repositioned: one flicked forward with anxiousness; the other directed sideways, suspended with incertitude.
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"Paladin the Valiant and Soleil the Virtuous." Kutlu answered when the pale dame asked who her parents were. If those names didn't ring a bell then she had either been oblivious to who the leaders of the Tides were or she was dumb. Judging from the way the mare spoke and carried herself Ktulu was inclined to think that the mare was, in fact, very intelligent. "You're welcome."
Ktulu smiled again when Valhalla asked what the Dragon's Throat was like. "It's very hot." She admitted. "But there is a beautiful lake to cool off in. Grass grows around the and keeps the herd well fed. Our leader is a strong mare and works hard to keep us all safe from any outside danger." She truly liked living in the Throat even if the heat was unbearable a lot of the time. It helped that her sister was there, too, however. If Ophelia wasn't there with her she'd probably still be an outcast or living with her parents in the Foothills, she supposed.
It was almost as if her thoughts summoned him. Instead of being shocked by it, Ktulu was happy that he was there, even if it meant they'd be trying to take the same mare back to their herd land. "Hi dad." She said, but he seemed to have not heard her. Instead he was looking at Valhalla like he'd seen a ghost. She, in turn, was saying his name. The tension in the air was palpable and Ktulu snorted quietly. "I take it you two already know one another." She said loudly enough to hopefully break her father from whatever trance seeing Valhalla had put him in.
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