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Leliel Posts: 55
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L e l i e l
angel of the night


The flight from Janat had been a long and relatively quiet one that, surprisingly, he had enjoyed. He had been completely alone, just the night sky above him and the ground below. No one there to ridicule him or blame him for anything that was beyond his control. It made him wonder why he hadn't decided to take off years ago. He'd been too patient and tolerant of everything, he supposed. That was his downfall in life. He was far too patient with the shit his life threw at him and far too tolerant of the fools who followed blindly behind gods who did not so much as blink before hurting their followers.

Exhaustion swept over Leliel quickly and suddenly, forcing the pegasus to alter his course and head toward the ground. He was graceful as he slipped between the tree branches of the forest below and landed with a quiet thud. Both sets of his wings furled at his sides tightly as he began to walk. One did not simply sleep where they landed, this he learned from prior experiences in Janat. To sleep one had to find a place that was hidden away safely from the elements as well as other living beings.

The search went swiftly, much to Leliel's relief. A copse of trees drew him like a moth to light. He sidled up close to them and watched the forest through heavily lidded eyes. All seemed peaceful and quiet enough that the stallion shut his eyes to catch a few hours of sleep. In the morning he would feed and search for water then, in the evening, he would take to the skies again and put even more distance between himself and his homeland.




Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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#2



trust your heart if the
seas catch fire


Twilight had transcended swiftly across the world. The dark beauty of the night sky had become diffused with a vast abundance of glittering diamonds as the roan dame set off for the Threshold from her desert home. Each instance the sunlight was adjourned from the sky the shining gems shone more radiantly against the black velvet of space, and almost subconsciously she had summoned the heavenly dove to once again accompany her in her late night wanderings, the silvery moonlight serving as their pliant guide.

By the time they arrived at the Threshold, dawn had threatened to break across the horizon, the very faintest traces of illumination painting a dilute creamy pigment along the skyline. She weaved with ease through the towering trees that twist from the sodden earth, moving through the gaps with an arc in her anatomy much like the supple bending of a fish through water. But she was far from being such a creature, more suitably equivalent in her frail grace to the manner of a fluttering dove, gracile and elegant as it sailed through the air.

Through her aimless wanderings, she had come across a stallion sleeping upon the earth, amply occult by a thicket of trees. Columba had first made her aware of the stallion, fluttering to one of the low lying limbs and chirping exuberantly in its hollow, supernal voice that was simultaneously so quiet, and yet so pristinely audible. It apparently hadn't roused the dormant wanderer, for he remained deep within his mind, the relishing instant of sleeping likely too ambient for his tired body to interpose with cognizance.

Columba fluttered down to the emerald loam that encompassed them, a trail of pyrogenic dust careening slowly through the air in her wake. It observed the slumbering creature with fearless curiosity, avian head tilted as it slowly approached the ebonized one. Cassiopeia lowered her slender face a few inches so that the solacing chorus of her voice could reach him easily. "Stallion," The word was like satin as it fell from her lips, a mere whisper, gentle and laden in a wispy film of placidity. She didn't intend to startle him, she only wished to wake him gently so he may sleep in a place far safer, under the protection of a herd.

Once alerting him to her presence, she finally pressed the velvety plush of her muzzle against his shoulder, the gesture stagnant and deliberate in an attempt to make him farther aware of her presence. "It isn't safe to sleep here." There was a truth to her words, for one could never be quite sure what creatures lurked in these shadows. Perhaps she was being paranoid, for she had never encountered one herself.

She supposed it was far better to be safe than sorry.


Leliel Posts: 55
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L e l i e l
angel of the night


Something soft and delicate drew the stallion from the dark recesses of his slumber. His eyelids fluttered and he inhaled a deep breath and let it out with a quick huff. The feathers of his wings ruffled as he shifted the two sets against his sides and tried to drift off again only to be disturbed by very presence of someone else. He could feel their eyes on him, boring holes into his inky hide.

Eyelids lifted, revealing startlingly blue eyes that contrasted heavily with his dark coat. As his gaze found the dark mare a glower settled on his face. He was unhappy that she had awoken him in the dead of the night when. Why was she there. She should be sleeping just as he was. Oh, ho, but she warned him, touched him. Not safe to sleep here?

"Not safe from what?" He asked with a practiced politeness. Not safe from her, he assumed. She was threatening him, much like the pale ones from home did. Warning him that she would be out for him. If that were the case then why should he move from the spot he was in?

Leliel shuffled his hooves as he stood straighter. His wings ached to be unfurled and stretched after such a long flight, but he stood watching the dark mare, glowering in a most unpleasant way. "From you?" There, he finally said it. Finally asked if she was the one that he would have to fear. The muscle in his shoulder twitched at the memory of her touch on it and he frowned, confused by the action and the gentleness of it.




Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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trust your heart if the
seas catch fire


At the stallion's movement the dove had urgently taken flight, swooping around the curvature of Cassiopeia's neck to gracefully perch upon the pinnacle of her withers. Warmth surfaced upon her skin where its clutched with the hallux of its opalescent toes. The dimly burning gaseous plumes of its wings mildly licked her coalescent mane, though her body was seemingly adept to the astral body. She had been born with some sort of natural immunity.

Not safe from what? His voice rang out. She moved away a measly step to allow him more room to arise. Her wings ruffled incoherently as her cyan eyes detected the grimace that adorned his features, suddenly feeling a pang of bashfulness budge forth.

She found it strange that he would accuse her of intending to harm him. Ears swiveled to the side as she assayed to facilitate his suspicions. She hadn't thought she gave him a reason to assume such things and if she did it hadn't been her intention. "I assure you there are far more threatening things than me." She averred with clasped mirth, the faintest figment of a giggle vibrating her bosom, though it was more out of amusement than patronization.

"I am Cassiopeia," and I am normally not so ill mannered.




Leliel Posts: 55
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L e l i e l
angel of the night


Leliel's eyes moved to the flickering dove that settled itself on the dark mare's withers. It looked like the stars come to life, brought down from the heavens to a very physical plane. What kind of sorcery was it and why would she feel it necessary to steal the stars from the sky? His expression became guarded as he watched the dove and the mare. His shoulder muscles twitched again and the stallion snorted, scraped a hoof across the ground and shook out his metallic mane. If she was dangerous he'd gone and screwed himself over, backing himself into the copse of trees so he could sleep. He'd been a fool to even think that he could sleep without someone finding him and harassing him.

He found it surprising, the mare's expression when he'd accused her of being the danger. The tilt of her ears and the step she'd taken away from him screamed of an uncomfortableness of being accused. Perhaps he was wrong about her and her sorcery being dangerous. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd been wrong about someone.

The metallic stallion's eyes narrowed as she went so far as to assure him that there were more threatening things in the forest than she then introduced herself. One of Leliel's ears laid back against his head and he cleared his throat. "Leliel." he said then took the chance to move around the mare so that he was no longer cornered by her and the flickering dove. Once he had enough room he stretched his four wings out, groaning quietly at the almost painful pull of overused muscles. "If it's dangerous why are you alone?"




Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
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#6
“Who ever said she was alone?”

The soft, melodic thrum of Mirage's voice penetrated the vicinity, as her black form took shape from the surrounding shadows, her illusionary cloak dropping with an elegant step into the moonlight. A small, mostly hidden smile was given to the dark hued maiden that orchestrated the stars, her old golden dragon sitting atop her withers, scales glinting in the starlight emanating from the magical dove.

Golden eyes drifted to the stallion now, absorbing his tall frame, the many wings that decorated his back, the strength with which he carried himself. Her own sturdy frame halted by the mare Cassiopeia, whom Mirage vaguely remembered at the meeting of the Tuuli, once they had successfully won the invasion. She had been nearby to catch the stallion state his name, and the question which Mirage had answered by providing another question for him.

“You stand upon the Threshold of lands called Helovia, their depths containing unknown potentials for both greatness and jeopardy. Do you truly wish to spend the rest of your days merely looking in from the outskirts?” The query was posed politely enough, her voice was even and informative, the mare providing a surprising amount of information while also making the lands seem appropriately mysterious.


Leliel Posts: 55
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L e l i e l
angel of the night

[phantom said to just say that cassiopeia left]

The stallion's ears tilted back and lay flat against his head at the arrival of another mare. Did they all lurk in the shadows and sneak up on the unexpecting? Aside from the tilted back ears, his facade remained the same. The glower remained perfectly in place. His blue gaze shifted over to the other dark mare and the gold colored flying lizard she had perched on her back. He studied it for only a few seconds before his attention was back on the black mare. "Strength in numbers." He finally said in response to her question, only to be proven wrong as the pegasus slipped away into the woods. He watched the flickering dove until it disappeared from sight.

The black mare then provided him with information, however little it was, and posed him with a question. A twinge of annoyance made Leliel snort quietly. "If you provide me with more information I could make an informed decision." He pointed out politely. He didn't understand mares. They always had to make things mysterious rather than come out and say what need to be said. He hated having mind games played on him and that felt exactly what this new mare was setting him up for.




Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
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#8
Cassiopeia left, the charred mare nodded her tiara to the roan maiden in silent farewell, wishing her a safe flight. The eerie glow of the dove left the scene momentarily darker than before, until the moonlight above filtered through the trees enough to allow the mare’s vibrant golden eyes to adjust and see just as brightly once more. Akaith shifted her weight, boldly staring right back at the stallion as he gave her an uninterested caress with his gaze. When he looked away she too turn her attention away, uninterested in him. Mirage, silently amused, allowed a shadow of a smile to curl her lips – he would be lucky to catch a glimpse of it before it was absorbed by the darkness of her features once more.

“I could give you a world’s worth of information stallion.” The mare spoke coolly, truthfully. She had travelled to every land within Helovia, and had frequented each realm more than once, and had gathered a healthy horde of knowledge and friendships along the way. “You need only ask which bits of knowledge you yearn for.” If it was possible to intone a smirk, Mirage’s otherwise flat, informative voice might have been tinted with the slant of one. Be more specific, her eyes spoke to the stallion, testing him, wondering if he would get off his metaphoric high horse and allow himself to read the silent language of the body. Games? Oh yes, Mirage enjoyed games. But she always preferred when she was met with a worthy opponent.


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"I beg you, dear Lady, do not torture my brother with your charm and guile - for he has traveled long, and is no doubt too floored by your beauty to play your games."

Our Prince's voice cuts through the murky woods like a flaming sword, warm and bright, rich as chocolate, dripping with diction. He has followed his brother, for he thinks the elders foolish; he hopes to convince Leliel to return home with him, no matter how long it takes. This infernal land disgusts him, the humidity that dulls his ivory coat nearly as appalling as the stench of unclean, broken equines. Our Prince knows nothing of the plights those here have suffered, nor does he care. He has simply come to bring his foolish brother home, to rescue him from mares like this one, dark and subtle things that would seek to confuse, to contort, to distract. Our Prince does not have any reason to like the mare.

But he does not show this, of course. His face is a picture perfect display of charisma and debonair charm; his body language is flawless, open and nonthreatening; his wings lay relaxed upon his sides; he shines, our Prince, the image of perfection. He has been walking, which is less than favorable, but the heat of this wretched land drew him from the sky, into the trees. Fortunate, too, for otherwise he may have missed Leliel all together - our Prince sends a prayer to the Gods, for surely they have blessed their favored son with this good fortune.

He has avoided his brother thus far, for he knows that when the time comes for confrontation, he will not want some lowly shadow mare observing the interaction. However, our Prince does move to stand alongside his kin, posture easy and expression light, even as his silver eyes stay on the midnight creature. Reluctant to offer any sign of amiss, he offers more easy conversation, questioning and praying that Leliel does not land them in a tight spot. Our prince could care less for where they have landed, for he does not expect to remain here long; however, the great golden best interests him greatly. First things first, however.

"My lady," he begins, the smile of nobility dazzling, natural, hiding it all. Leave us. I have no desire for your presence. "Forgive me; I am Shamsiel, Prince of Janat" - he wears the title like a cloak, protection against this barbaric place and whatever customs they may hold - "and I have no doubts that my brother Leliel has already made himself known to you." He has many doubts on this subject, but that is not for her to know. "I beg to know, what might I call one so fair, as well as your golden companion?" Genuine, true genuine admiration, although she is not to tell the difference - yet this creature entrances him, serpentine and lupine and feline and winged. Our prince wonders how one so common could have entrapped such a beast. Some vile magic, perhaps, treachery and lies.








Leliel Posts: 55
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L e l i e l
angel of the night


Leliel's eyes narrowed as the cryptic mare, again, didn't shed any light on the situation he was in. He was growing increasingly weary of her and her stupid, cryptic way of speaking. Were all mares like this? Why couldn't they just come out and say what needed to be said. Why did they all have to make something sound mysterious? He was leaning more and more toward just leaving her standing there and taking to the air once again to scout this newfound land from the air. That would probably be the only way he'd get any kind of information.

At the sound of his brother's voice Leliel wanted to shrivel up and disappear into nothingness. He thought he'd left that good for nothing sun child back and Janat. "What do you want?" He very nearly growled as he turned his head in Shamsiel's direction. To bring him back to Janat, no doubt. Well he wasn't going back. Shamsiel would have to go back by himself and everyone would have to find another scapegoat. He wasn't going to be the one to blame for everything anymore just because he wasn't born with a light coat.

Leliel's tail lashed against his legs and his ears lay flat against his head as he stared Shamsiel down and listened to him speak. He spoke with the same tone everyone from Janat did, as if he were better than everyone around him. That very tone had been used on him countless times before, but he'd rarely ever used it himself.

Shamsiel seemed to become enraptured by the cryptic mare and the golden thing on her back so he took the chance to back away, hoping that his dark coat would help him blend with the shadows. He'd had enough. The cryptic mare had gotten on his nerves easily, but Shamsiel was enough to drive him away.




Onni the Illuminant Posts: 194
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Seeing Cassiopeia fly off had attracted her attention to where she had come from. Onni's blue eyes looked around the forest, hearing voices not far from where she stood. Lyhty chirped in the early morning, and Onni quickly shushed him with a sharp blow of air from her nose and a look that oozed of stealth. The bird took wind of the mood, and silenced himself immediately, fluttering in to land between her brown wings, holding onto the mane at her withers.

The painted mare walked quietly toward the gathering, unsure what had repulsed Cassiopeia enough to leave. Onni did not know the blue roan mare well - only that she was in her herd and her mother seemed fond of her. Between the trees a clearing broke, and Onni could see the black form of a strange stallion. Her face breaks out in a smile as she recognizes Mirage of the Qian and her dragon. Still, pale blue eyes rest not on Mirage, but fall back to the unfamiliar body of the group.

He is beautiful, Onni decides with a quick glance.

Gentle lines hug his thin frame, and the darkness of his coat is highlighted with the most shining blue she has ever seen. Nevermind that he is currently not facing her, the tobiano moves in closer, trying to get a better look. On his back sprout not two, but four wings, and the mare is even more interested. She has never seen a pegasus with more than two wings before, and she somehow wonders what flight is like for this stallion. Was he faster, more stable? Did the other two limbs just get in the way?

The question that rises to her mind about this strange dark stallion more, though, has nothing to do with his wings. Why is he here? she thinks quietly to herself, as he is certainly not from Helovia.

Onni can't rest on her thoughts of the strange dark stallion, for soon another, with blistering white coloring, appears. He immediately begins speaking, his voice plush and soothing. The mare can immediately tell the two are related, probably brothers, just by the similarity in their bodies and the arrangement of their shining markings. Shamsiel, he introduces himself. Prince of Janat. Now, Onni has never heard of Janat, but she has a hard time belieing a prince would leave his kingdom. His confidence, though, would be one fitting royalty.

The tobiano smiles to herself as Shamsiel takes the opportunity to give a name to the black stallion, Leliel, in the midst of his witty banter.

Her attention now on the white knight of a stallion, Onni does not notice that Leliel is steadily retreating backwards, until, of course, his rump collides right into her chest where she had been standing not far behind him. She lets out a gust of wind in the sound of a thick, ooph, sliding back a few paces while Lyhty launches into the air, soaring around to screech at the stallion's face.

"Lyhty," she calls to him once she has her breath. "It is okay - he meant no harm." The painted mare is caught red hoofed, and so she makes her appearance out of the trees beside Leliel, who has failed to escape the clutches of Mirage and his brother, Shamsiel. "Forgive me for making such an entrance... and for eavesdropping. This isn't one of my finest moments," Onni says with a faint laugh, smiling sheepishly at the gathering.

"Welcome to Helovia, Leliel and Shamsiel of... Janat, right?" she asks timidly, offering a warm smile to hopefully increase their confidence in her, which her voice likely did not inspire. "And hello to you, Mirage. I am glad to see you well."

"My name is Onni."
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Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
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Another entered. Mirage's entire façade shifted, her expression became bland, blank, devoid of emotion or play, the amusement behind her eyes dulled, they merely looked upon this charmingly handsome steed with their liquid brilliance, conveying nothing more but polite observation of his existence. Words dripped from his mouth, cordial and polite, with an air of assumed authority over not only herself but seemingly the entire realm of Helovia. He introduced himself a Prince, and his brother, Lelial too -here the charred mare tilted her chiselled façade towards the retreating creature, curiosity leaking through her impassive mask to try and anchor him here. He was a puzzle she longed to decrypt, if only he would play along with her games. Alas, she would have to try a different tact.

Onni's arrival was fortunate for the mare, a small smile graces her lips and she does not mind that her identity is given away by the chocolate paint. Regally she nodded her tiara to the maiden, a soft whicker springing forth from her chest in greeting, Akaith's own chitters mingling with the chorus. Questions were asked then, directly to Mirage, and for a mere moment a gleam of pure mischief might have sparkled behind her eyes, however it was soon washed away by the restoration of a much more businesslike front. "Queen Akaith." The name of her dragon was given with the title more as a tease than anything else, though she spoke it with sincerity - and it wasn't completely false. By birthright, Akaith was a queen of her species, only other queens of greater size, age and wisdom sought and succeeded in dominating her bold nature.

The dragon herself arched her nape, allowing a thin line of smoke to trail from her nostrils, her eyes whirling a deep, dark maroon hue as she peered at the one who called him Shamsiel. Abruptly, however, she leapt from her bonded's back, and chose to watch the proceedings from a more secure standpoint in the trees. Under cover of darkness, Mirage curved her own serpentine like crest, and smiled a sultry, suggestive smile at the pale prince, before her magic then dropped over her form like a cloak, and it was as if nothing stood there. But the mare moved swiftly and lightly, her voice hushed and meant only for Lelial's ears as she held her muzzle merely breaths away from his sensitive ears. Accented tones spoke honestly, now, all games dropped.

"I must ask your forgiveness steed, I meant only to offer help. To the South lies the Deep Forest, a realm that provides ample cover from unwanted eyes and pleasant company to those who seek the gold." Always cryptic, it was something she could not help but say with a hidden grin. She referred to her Akaith, of course, who trilled colourfully above them as she uttered the final word of her spell. Though she held her cloak over her, she gave a smooth, graceful touch of her muzzle to the shoulder of Onni, before departing the company of the trio properly. The dragon let loose another melodic harmony to the canopy, before her darkened form alighted to the air, glittering like some strange, golden moonstone as her scales caught and reflected the moonlight of Mirage's beloved sovereign Goddess.


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Our prince is not amused by his brother's harsh tones; indeed, he is hurt, but being a prince he cannot let this wingless, heathen mare see his discomfort. Still, a pale ear flattens against his skull, the other dangerously close to following. He turns to address his brother, vocal chords constricted so that me might whisper, a last attempt to maintain the dignity that Leliel seems so eager to give away. But he is interrupted by a strange sight, a disaster he knows he cannot stop. Even as his eyes widen the little two-toned creature contacts his brother's rump, followed, for some reason, by an angry songbird eager to attack Leliel's face. Our prince feels some satisfaction - that's what you get for trying to leave - and also further annoyance at this new intrusion. Still, this mare is a pretty little thing, and at least she has wings. Our prince arches his neck regally at her, laughing smoothly at her apology, silver eyes warm as they look her over. But she too is a heathen, he decides.

"Quite alright, my dear," he lies - under normal circumstances, perhaps it would have been fine. She was pretty; that made up for quite a bit. Presently, though, it could not make up for enough. He needed to go home, and bring Leliel with him. Our prince worried about his twin, despite the dark and brooding nature he found so dull. The elders would die soon enough; he did not see why Leliel could not endure and wait for this. He continues to look at the little mare, turning his gaze away only briefly as she names the black one - Mirage - and he wonders why she has earned such a title. They seem to be friends, which he supposes makes sense. Even heathens must stick together, after all. Our prince bows regally to Onni, his pale mane drifting lightly before silver eyes as he tucks his nose against his chest. Get lost, little girl. "A pleasure, Onni," he purrs, and glances at Leliel sharply to make sure his twin shows some manners. "Likewise, lovely Mirage." A debonair smile crosses our prince's face, a perfect composition of carefree regality. The Mirage mare replies with another name, which he realizes must belong to the gorgeous winged beast. A queen? It seems fitting, for something so royal. He dips his head again, his own silver eyes captured by the depths of her maroon. "An honor, my lady," he murmurs, and for once since coming to this wretched land, he is sincere.

Our prince is wrenched away from his calm when the beast takes off. He follows it until it vanishes, and when he returns to the mare, finds her gone as well. A blink, another. Well, fuck her. This has done nothing to brighten his mood, and he turns back to Onni, suddenly needing to be gone from this place. The sun is rising and the heat is oppressive; he loathes it. "Tell me, Miss Onni, where might my brother an I find some relief from the sun?" He includes Leliel, for he is determined not to lose his one point of familiarity in this abysmal land of harsh weather and vanishing dames.

Leliel Posts: 55
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Leliel's retreat was stopped rather unceremoniously when his rear end collided with the chest of someone behind him. His head turned just enough for him to look behind and catch a glimpse of who it was that had stopped him. He only saw a flash of white and brown before his vision was suddenly obscured by a bird flapping and screeching in his face. His ears tilted back against his head and he snorted at the bird and shook his head to try and make it go away.

In the end the mare that had foiled his escape called the bird off and moved to stand beside him. He looked at her then back at his brother and the cryptic mare whom he was speaking to. His eyes widened a fraction when the mare suddenly disappeared. The stallion's ears rotated on top of his head as he tried to pick up the sounds of hoof falls, but he could hear very little above the sound of his brother's voice.

That was until a voice was whispering in his ear.

Leliel's body stiffened as he listened to the voice, thinking himself crazy at first, but he was curious. Deep forest? Seek the gold. There was no mistaking that it was the cryptic mare speaking into his ear. As much as she had aggravated him she had him wondering now and the Deep Forest didn't sound like a place his brother would be willing to venture. He might get a spot on that pretty white coat of his.

The black and blue stallion waited until his brother was occupied with the splashed mare once more before he slunk back into the shadows. He turned to the south and his journey to the deep forest began.



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