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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
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The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
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Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
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Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
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WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
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07-04-2013, 04:02 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013, 04:03 PM by Sohalia.)
SOHALIA
[OOC | This thread takes place directly after !! Miss Missing You. Soh is giving birth just outside the borders of the Throat, and they will continue into the herdlands (unless someone hears her and comes to see what's going on) after the birth itself. Rasta and Apodis first, and then a lead for their acceptance, please! :3]
I am growing more and more uncomfortable as we walk, and I am really beginning to regret my decision to walk to the Threshold. I try to make small talk, at first, pointing out this landmark and that, though they are difficult to see in the dark, but soon I fall into a brooding silence. The glow trees cast an eerie light on out path, and we are in complete darkness only briefly before entering the distant light of each tree. They grow more and more sparse as we near the desert lands, and I feel uncomfortably exposed. A sheen of sweat covers my body, and I swallow hard, willing the feeling to go away.
Suddenly a stab of pain wracks my body; I cry out and fall to my knees. No, no, no, no, no. Not now. Not here! I need to be home! I need to be safe! I am not safe here - this cannot happen now! Panic sets in, though I am helpless to stop the process at this point; I sink onto my side, a stream of curses flowing from my maw. Not only am I in pain and terrified, but I am also embarrassed that Rasta and Apodis see me like this. So weak. So stupid. So alone. So, so, so alone. Tears streak down my cheeks, and it is not for the physical hurt, but for the solitude of my little family - for the loss of my mate, of my firstborn, of my living twin, of my dignity. For the lack of love from Gaucho. I hurt from everything, and that pain is so much more poignant than that of labor.
It is a quick birthing, and as I have done this once before - twice, really, as they were twins - and I am familiar with what I must go through. My breath comes in snorts, but I grit my teeth. I do not cry out. I will not attract danger to us, not here, where we are so exposed. When it is done, I pull myself to my feet and turn, dread in my belly, for what if this foal, too, is stillborn? What if I have killed another of my children? But my fears are laid to rest by the feeble snuffling coming from my newest daughter, and I begin to clean her, shame keeping my gaze from my companions'. Why, oh why, could she not have waited? "Zenobia," I christen her softly, and I smile at her tiny whinny.
"talk talk talk"
@[Rasta] & @[Apodis]
Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
07-05-2013, 05:32 AM (This post was last modified: 07-15-2013, 02:50 PM by Apodis.)
Apodis Wrote:
I've become much too good at being invincible, I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool
But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be, I refuse to let my life roll all over me...
He limps forward as they make haste towards these safe lands of the herd from which Sohalia had come forth. fowlloing instructions he guided the two mares, Rasta was possibly just wanting to race ahead of him, much like the first time they had met. He'd challenged her to a race, just trying to show of, only she had sped of in front, only karma got a hold of her, causing her to slip upon some black ice. That was when he decided to go above himself and stay by her side. Eventually leading to his pledging to be her bodygaurd. It was in his bloodlines to protect, but also to fight.
Occasionaly he fell back to make sure Rasta was okay, though he knew from experince the Fae was quite capable. It was just upon him to make sure both girls were doing okay. The wind howling through the tree's made the treck somewhat more dangerous than it already were. The lack of sun and moon left no light upon the lands; Thirty days of night. He'd seen this before, though this he could tell was different, also the fact Sohalis hed formentioned the God's leaving this land, Magic
unable to be used and the place drenched with darkness, pretty much gave that away.
Apodis had been to the lands called Nocturne. There they were iced over pretty much half the year and darkness fell upon the lands for a few days a year. The place had been just been much like this; so he asumed. Guessing from the looks of Sohalia, this place was also of mixed races. Something that wasn't really much of a big deal to him, everyone was the same, Having wings didn't make them better, just beacuse they could fly And having a horn didn't make you stronger because you could impale people better. Yes you had your strengths, but with that came a weakness, just like everyone else. To each their own.
His limp got more pronouced the longer they walked, but he knew if they stopped wolves could attack, if not something worse. The forest were full of things that nobody had ever seen before, know one fully knew what was lurking beyond the darkness; now pretty much everywhere. red eyes. His step flatered as if he'd taken a slight stumble, those eye's haunted him still. The life force insied his chest began beating wildly, with the memories plagueing his mind. Shake it of young man. He can get you here. Breathe Soldier, Breathee An large intake of air filled his lungs to the max capacity. He turned back to look at Rasta, just making sure she was still there. Checking that his brain wasn't playing tricks upon him, that this all wasn't a dream.
When the sound of something heavy sounds within his mind, The Golden Soldier stops abruptly, turning to find Sohalia laid upon the ground, ragged breathing struck the mare. He knew what was happening, but he froze solid. Not sure what to do with himself. Unsure if the she would accept his help or not and he didn't want to start of on bad terms. So he stood close to her, standing just infornt of her incase someone aproached from that pathway. "Rasta, keep an ear out for anything" He knew she would anyway, she always did and he was faithful upon her doing.
He dark amber hoof struck the ground as he waited, senceing the pain she was in only made him more aggitated. He could tell that this Mare knew what she was doing however and left it up to her to ask for help. It wasn't too long untill the smell of new lifr filled the air, his mind relaxed as golden orbs flicked down to the foal at Sohalia's feet, taking in its first breath of fresh air. He felt a wave of pride run through him to witness such a thing. Almost as if he had been chosen to witness
the birth of her child.
"Zenobia" he spoke gently "I like that" his voice was cheery and full of the new feelings that filled the air. Taking a step towards the mare and foal, but kept a slight distance at the same time, reaching out towards the foal with a lowered cranium, he sniffed at her gently; without so much as touching her. "Welcome little one" He chatised lightly. Picking his head back up to look over towards Sohalia. "We should move on, are you well enough to walk. This place isnt far is it? I can feel the boarders close by" He took a step back and placed himself behind Sohalia. Now it was her turn to lead the way.
give me your eyes for just one second,
give me your eyes so i can see
everything that i keep missing
Rasta's feet clicked against the terrain lightly, barely audibly. She was careful, cautious, uncertain. She wasn't convinced that this land was totally safe. As the mare had said, it was shrouded in darkness - she could feel the coolness as it pressed up against her frame in an attempt to chill her soul. Dangers lurked in the night and she wasn't one to take too fondly with their presence. Her audits twirled around, taking in each noise as it filtered into her ears. She lifted her legs up in snapping motions, taking the time to figure out where the next root was off of the minuscule vibrations before allowing her flint to be planted into the sodden earth to feel for the next vibrations.
Each time Apodis fell back to be certain she was okay she stretched out her maw and bumped his shoulder to make sure he kept moving. She was fine. She didn't need him by her side every single second. Occasionally, her silken soprano chords would chime out, warning of a thicker root that would be easy to trip over, and with her unable to tell if their path was lit or not she offered the guidance, explaining exactly where the root was in relation to their own hooves.
That was when she felt something start to go amiss with Apodis. He stumbled a little, and he had been carrying a nasty limp. As she opened her mouth to ask if he was okay she felt his heart racing. Instantly she began to search to see if she could feel something that would be causing it. "Soldier? You okay? You're carrying a nasty limp? Is there something flying toward us? I don't feel anything..." She spoke, uncertainly, speeding up just enough to feel him turn to look at her. She rested her maw against his shoulder in an attempt to comfort the soldier who, for all she knew, seemed to be lost in his own world.
Of course, her comforting moment was pushed instantenously to the back of her mind when she feels the vibrations of contractions shudder through Sohalia's frame. Not long after is the mare - drenched in her own sweat - collapsing to her knees and then falling onto her side. A stream of curses escaped the mare's maw as tears began to stream down her face. Apodis stationed himself before her as Rasta pulled up to the winged one's side, her maw brushing the tears away. Keep an ear out. "I haven't changed, Apodis. I always am." she alerted him before wiping another tear from the mare's cheek and then offering her soothing sweet nothings in an attempt to keep her mind off of the pain. She knew that pain. She knew how bad it was. So, the fact that this mare was able to grit her teeth and not scream was one that gained her multitudes more of respect in Rasta's eyes. She was strong. Much stronger than she thought she was from the interactions they had been through just recently.
As soon as she could feel the foal and the tension escape the winged-one's frame Rasta gave her a comforting nuzzle to the mare's forehead and then backed up, giving her the room to get to her feet if she so pleased. And, it seemed as though the mare did, clambering to her feet before beginning to clean the foal before her. Rasta cannot help to smile as a whinny escapes the young one's maw and she feels the grin upon the mother's face who has now christened the baby with the name of Zenobia. "A beautiful name for a beautiful foal, ma'am," Rasta says with a slight bob of her head. Apodis chimed in, saying he liked the name as well before reaching out to the foal as if to take it in and welcoming it to the world. And then, of course, he says that they should move forward asking if she was well enough to walk. Claiming he could feel the border. But, she knew he couldn't feel the faint vibrations of the wall that seemed to be partially built. "I can feel a wall not too far off, if that is the border. Though I'm not sure she should move just yet - the foal shouldn't be able to walk too far right now..." Rasta said, 'watching' as Apodis positioned himself behind the new mother. Rasta, also falling behind her and resting at Apodis' side. They were so close, but she also didn't want to push the newborn and the mother anymore than was necessary and she couldn't feel any dangers at the moment. So unless someone was flying above them like a vulture preparing to attack there should be no difficulties.
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@[Sohalia] && @[Apodis]
So adorable -squee-
Gaucho, like a good soldier, has learned to use this new overwhelming blackness, to his advantage. He has already seen how the senses of his herd have been effected by the wall of invisibility that creeps outside of the shadows cast by the ever burning fire - how they think they hear things in the dark - a sense of evil - phantom visions lingering just beyond the line of sight...All of this he had used to his advantage in protecting his herd, but it did not help him to find Sohalia.
High above, Gaucho soared. His stormy gaze was slack as it looked down upon the ground, not looking at specific details, but instead trying to pick out movement below. It was difficult, but the thought of knowing Sohalia was out there somewhere kept him going. Were we able to read Gaucho's thoughts, we might wonder if his concern was purely for Sohalia, in an emotional way, or if it was purely territorial - a member of his flock, gone astray. Perhaps it had something to do with a feeling of possession, that she was carrying something of his inside of her. Or perhaps, he really did feel something for the petite white mare.
Alas, this sudden darkness leaves no time for such questions.
With a sudden hiss, Mara directed her bonded's gaze to just beyond the boarders of the Throat, where a trio of three - no wait, four - had paused. Recognizing Sohalia instantly, Gaucho dove down through the light layer of freezing mist, his large black wings close to his sides to increase his speed as he hurtled towards the ground. Just before his hooves slammed into the frigid ground, he pulled himself out of his dive by fanning his pitch wings into the air at his sides. With a wooosh, as the air bounced off of his dark feathers, he landed heavily behind Sohalia, barring her from where Rasta and Apodis had collected themselves. Gaucho, lost to his more primitive directives, only sensed Sohalia's pain, and the scent of blood. Instantly the bay's ears pinned to his skull, and even Mara, whose body was painfully sluggish due to the cold, hissed menacingly from her perch in his antlers. With a snarl upon his dark lips, he looked at the pair, practically dwarfing both of them with his large muscled physique. Intimidatingly, he spread his wings out to their full width, as if to completely cut Sohalia away from them. With an incomprehensible snarl, he eyed both the mare and stallion, and began to advance slowly, his antlers lowered dangerously.
He knew only this: Sohalia had been in pain. The smell of Blood. And two equines at the borders, when Kri and My-dus had specifically advised that the border's be watched with a closer scrutiny than normal.
Onni's ears flicker to life next to the great pyre of the Dragon's Throat. The funeral fire for the death of the sun in the sky, the twinkle of the stars, and the slow beating of the earth. Her eyes flutter open, looking out toward the black abyss beyond her sight. Lyhty chirps uncertainly from her shoulder, nudging her mane urgently. The screech had knocked the sleep from her brain, and slowly, the gears within the shaman's mind begin to click into motion.
She hears it again, the sound replayed in her head, though the tobiano cannot be certain if it were just a figment of her imagination or a true scream. Shuffling her feet uncertainly, Onni breathes heavily. The starless night is still out there. The desert itself is dimly lit all the way toward the borders, but the sound came from the North, the only border that really mattered within this land. The uncertain borders were evils other than the dead may lurk.
Sadly, the painted girl wonders when she became such a coward. She had always been less brave than her mother, but when had she begun to crumble in the face of simple shadow? Life had changed her, and she think bitterly that it has not been for the best. It is okay, Onni. You still brave. Lyhty coos in her ears, moving up her neckline to rub soft feathers along the pinna. With hesitant steps, the tobiano decides that now is not the time for childlike fears. If there was such a scream, it could be one of her herdmates. Kri would not stand to have one of their kin injured or killed so close to home; Onni could not either.
Swiftly, she takes to running, not trusting the skies in the silent winds of this dead land. Her hooves churn up sand which duly reflects the light from the fire, quickly sinking behind her in the flat lands of the desert. As she nears closer to the origin of the scream, her nostrils flare in sudden awareness. Blood.
As a healer, she had seen much blood. The scent at the battle of the World's Edge had been cloaked in smoke and ash, along with the copper scent of warm blood. The blood which poured from the broken body of her mentor had been mixed with dry sand, much like the kind in the air. Now, there was sandy blood tinged with an almost familiar scent, though the mare could not place the memory. The only birthing she had ever witnessed was her own, and surely the mind cannot store such a precious thing. What alarms her more is the unfamiliar scents mixed in with ones she knew well.
Gaucho and Sohalia.
Onni had only met Gaucho sparingly, perhaps twice to heal his battle wounds. He was of a primitive nature, she thought, but warm-hearted in his dark blue eyes. Sohalia had long lived within the realm, but Onni had only glanced at her in herd meetings. She knew the mare was also favored by the Sun God, gifted with the power of crafting, and that was well enough for the tobiano to trust her character enough to protect her now.
Racing forward, the small healer comes upon the scene in a wave of freshly strewn, cold sand, halting in the night to view the faces of strangers from behind splayed, raven wings. Gaucho, hovering very protectively over Sohalia and a small foal. With a whisper of relief, Onni lets go of the breath she had been holding unconsciously. "Thank goodness you are alright," she says, coming to amble over toward the pale mare, drenched with sweat despite the cold.
"Gaucho," Onni calls to the large stallion, her pale face gentle. "Sohalia is fine - she has gifted us a foal," the healer says, looking from the pale bodied filly dipped with black and painted primitively, back to Gaucho and then to Sohalia. Many others may have connected the dots, but Onni stayed blissfully unaware of why they looked like a family. "Birth is a painful process for the mother." The shaman attempts to pick easily worded sentences in order to increase the stallion's understanding. Her voice moves slowly, softly, trying to ease the warrior into a less defensive position.
Craning her neck around to see the pair of equines, Onni nickers to them softly. "Welcome, friends. Have you been escorted here by lady Sohalia?"
[ Herps >___> forgot to say that I was accepting Apodis & Rasta OOCly for now. ^^ If you guys still want to meet Kri/Sumati later, let me or Tay know. ]
The thoughts of a newborn weren't many, but I knew it was warm, despite having never experienced cold before. I knew I was safe, despite having never experienced danger. I knew these things, for they were instinct. Ingrained into my very soul, the very way which I was put together, from bones and blood through to the consciousness that thrummed a healthy rhythm within my cranium. I move my little body, leaning into the walls that surround me, testing how far they could bend to my will. Only, I find that they begin to press against me. I am uncomfortable.. I am being squashed. I squirm more, and suddenly my front hooves feel a coldness hit them, followed soon by my nose, my shoulders and then my back half.
It is no longer warm in my home.
A bleat escapes my maw, even as I cough and splutter the liquid that had been lining my lungs up onto the sand that has become my new bed. I breathe, deeply, quickly, exhausted without knowing why, shivering to bring back that warmth that fled so swiftly after that horrible pressure had squeezed me out of my previous existence. My head rises, and from my sides, wings jut out, ill-sized to do anything but perhaps give me a bit more balance as my legs unfold from each other and put me in less of a prone position.
With a sudden twitching I find my ears focussing upon a sound, a voice, soothing and welcoming. Zenobia, it said, and my eyes focus upon the pale face near by, finally registering the warmth her tongue spreads across my hide as she presses away the leftovers of that liquid that could chill me to the bone if left too long. My voice is small in response, but it does reply, and the soft expression on my mother's lips fills me with a strange, new sensation. Elation? Happiness? Comfort?
Love?
Suddenly, there is another in my visionary pathway, and I feel myself recoil from him, my dual-hued forelock bouncing to and fro as surprise causes a small huff of a snort to burst from my nostrils. He says that word, that same word as my mother had uttered, before calling me little one. At least, I assume that it is me he is addressing - everything that happens here is a new experience, and I find my brain filling up very swiftly with many tidbits and snippets of information I am not entirely sure what to do with just yet.
Lots of movement, a flurry of sand and wings and feathers, and suddenly, there is a big, dark shield standing before me and the pale form of my mother. Perhaps if I were more observant, or simply older, I would notice the similarities between myself and this great hulk of a stallion, the shared dark limbs and tendrils, the wingspan - but such a connection does not yet compute in my simple, youthful mind, and I simply watch with doleful eyes as yet another arrives shortly after. The painted maw of Onni soon voices yet more words, most of them falling away against my mind in a muffled sense of misunderstanding, though I find a simple solace in the natural soothing nature of her voice.
As everyone's attentions swirl around above my head, I find my limbs unfolding even further, my pelt mostly dry now, my eyes adjusted to this bright world. It was bright to me - I had known only the inside of the womb previous to this, and so anything but the sheer darkness of that seemed blinding, until my eyes adjusted accordingly. My short bottle-brush tail thumps against my pale rump, as with my wings awkwardly find themselves thrust into the dirt in an effort to aid my confused legs into bearing weight. It takes some stumbling attempts, but eventually I am standing, and feeling all the more exhausted for the effort.
Naturally, I stay close to the one who cleaned me, who birthed me. She is all I know for certain now, my mother, my creator, my protector. My maw gently finds the side of her barrel, and I happen upon teats that contain a white liquid, which sets my senses alight and triggers my throat to swallow instinctively as my lips seek to gather more of this milk. I am ignorant to all around me now, as the simple processes of starting a new life take their place.
I was unaware of their protection in the moment, but now that I have recovered, I am able to appreciate their assistance. I smile at Apodis as he extends the compliment of my daughter's name, and then turn the favor to Rasta. Their kindness touches me, and I am more touched than I can say by the kindness of two near-strangers. A last tear trickles down my cheek, but this time, it is of happiness. My daughter nickers, voicing her own pleasure - or perhaps displeasure at her expulsion into this world, I've never been quite sure which is the more likely of the two - and a final weight lifts from my shoulders, for it seems that my third daughter has been born healthy. A prayer of thanks is sent to a god that may not even exist anymore.
I am about to respond to the questions of Apodis and Rasta when a dark form places itself rather forcefully between myself and my escorts. It takes me but a moment to recognize the form of my mate - if I can call him that, seeing as we only mated the once - and to whinny softly to him. It is a wordless reassurance, for words do him little good, and I cannot step forward to calm him lest I leave my daughter - our daughter - unprotected. "Gaucho," I call, attempting to place calm into my words as well. "We are safe." Perhaps this will placate him. Despite my outward relaxed demeanor, I am both elated and horrified by Gaucho's protective stance - elated because perhaps he cares for me after all and horrified because those he threatens are under my protection.
No sooner have the words left my maw than another arrives, and I recognize Onni, though I am not sure that I have ever directly spoken with her. She speaks for me, though, and this is something that I appreciate. Something about her demeanor makes me relax, and I hope it has the same effect on Gaucho. "Yes, Onni," I call from behind Gaucho's impressive wingspan. "I brought them from the Threshold. He is Apodis, and she is Rasta. They were very kind to accompany me here. I'm afraid I was not very intelligent in wandering so close to my time," I admit sheepishly.
My attention returns to my daughter, who is stumbling about trying to rise. I smile at her, already taken with her. She is beautiful, this spawn of ours, and I know that I will love her just as much as I love my Skysong, though the latter has taken her leave of me. I will do better this time, I swear it. I will not force my Zenobia away from me. I will not restrict her. I will learn from my mistakes.
"talk talk talk"
@[Apodis]
Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
07-15-2013, 05:40 PM (This post was last modified: 07-15-2013, 05:40 PM by Apodis.)
Apodis
I've become much too good at being invincible, I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool
But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be, I refuse to let my life roll all over me...
He snorted out of displease as he felt a lapse in the air. Something was not right here. And at that, a huge winged creature landed right in front of Sohalia, scaring the golden stallion, Hooves kicked into the air as he stood upon hind legs. A piercing cry and snort of frustration escaped chestnut brown lips. It was happening all over again. Wings. Everywhere. They were coming to get him. Chocolate brown flints hit the ground with a thud, eye's glazed over, everything was just a blur of wings. His mind remembered the time of the bird attacking his face, then the time the Pegasus had almost landed upon him, everything was just an image of wings, nothing else right now. His stance shifted though as his vision suddenly clear when the winged thing lowered antlers towards them, Rasta. He backed up, automatically going into protect mode. No one threaten her, no one but him. Though that was just something they did with each other. His whole frame blocked her from this unknown. Flints pawed at the ground through aggravation, his cranium dipped low, slinking almost cat like, but never once moved from his place in front of the pale blind fae. His rump swung back somewhat as another gathered in the clearing, at least this one wasn't threatening the two, or trying to stab at them with antlers. He settled a little when this painted mare spoke. Her voice was gentle, kind and a friend. This one he would happily like to get to know a little more.
So Gaucho was his name, Apodis assumed it a Stag for the name was not that of a female kind. However he'd come across a Fae with a males name. She hide behind it and tried to fight him of, only when she learned he was not out to rape her like most stallions did, not all, but most tried it. They had become friends. That was back in Nocturne, however. This was Helovia. Even if he had calmed down a little, his nostirls still flared and Golden orbs stay upon the winged blocking him and Rasta from Sohalia and Zenobia. And a protective stance still shielded Rasta.
Apodis bobs his head towards this painted, winged mare, in acknowledgement. "Yes.." He speaks, though before he can say much Sohalia already spoke up. At that he took the chance to turn back to Rasta. Noticing the slight confusion upon her face, he reaches out and rubs his nose against her cheek. "It's okay, We were just joined by others. One dropping from the sky" His voice was soft and only meant for Rasta. He shifted so that he was more at her side now, though still kept a part of himself protecting her. Reaching up he pulled at her forelock, letting the strands run through his teeth as he gentle began to groom out the knots. It helped to settle his frantic beating of his heart. Her slightly more petite size gave him the advantage to reach up between her ears, smoothing out her ivory tendrils. Pushing it away from her eyes' not like it really made a difference to her, but he found them pretty nonetheless. He smiled gently as he pressed his nose against hers, more on the side of her face, he nibbled at her wiskas. Yep, he'd missed her to no end.
give me your eyes for just one second,
give me your eyes so i can see
everything that i keep missing
What was going on? So much had drastically changed since the foal had been birthed. Her entire body froze as she listened to the vibrations and the sudden whooshing of wind. Her audits pinned back instantly as a panic settled through her frame. All she could feel was this huge frame. A huge frame of nothingness. She couldn't get her full senses back and all she could feel now were blobs in this state of panic. And then there was something walking up toward them as well. Her breath was knocked out of her as she felt Apodis rear up on his hind legs as a cry of frustration and panic escaped his maw.
And then, he was backing up, close enough that if she had shuffled forward her frame would have been right up against his. He was protecting her, and his hoof was pawing at the ground. Her senses only back enough to take in everything he was doing and to take in her own frame enough to stay standing.
And then another voice broke through the state of panic and her cranium turned toward the noise, attempting to take it in. An explanation of the birthing process and an attempt to bring whatever that figure was down from the defensive stance she could only assume he was in when everything other than Apodis was still a blur to her baffled mind. She asks if they were escorted by Sohalia and Apodis answers for them only to have Sohalia finish it off for them.
I stay quiet, still attempting to figure out my surroundings as I shake my head uncertainly, trying to flick the tears off of my cranium from the anxiety that had taken over my frame. His nose now rubbing against her cheek as he mumbles that they had been joined by others, one falling from the sky. "That's a horrible place for a horse," she whispered, her voice wavering in uncertainty. As she finished speaking his frame shifted closer to her side before pulling at her forelock as he groomed out the knots. Taking care to push the forelock out of her eyes as he massaged up against her pole and then continued to take the knots out. Then, he rested his maw up against the side of her nostrils and nibbled at her whiskers. Carefully, she matched her breathing to Apodis's in order to slow the beating of her heart and get her surroundings again until she could finally feel the huge frame that was separating her from Sohalia and the new foal. Antlers and huge wings ontop of a large frame was present with who she assumed was Gaucho.
07-15-2013, 09:38 PM (This post was last modified: 07-15-2013, 09:39 PM by Gaucho.)
For a moment, it seemed as though Gaucho would charge at the opposing stallion, nonetheless. His dark ears only twitched an almost imperceptible amount, as words were cast in his direction, meant to sooth his temper and explain the situation. But really, Onni and Sohalia both should know better than trying to explain something to Gaucho, especially in the heat of the moment. Indeed, it truly appeared as though he would not listen, as the lighter petite stallion so stupidly reared, exposing his stomach to a plethora of antler spikes, pointed directly at his soft belly. Had Sohalia or Onni yelled at him - had they appeared panicked in anyway, Apodis very likely would never had have his hooves touch upon the soft sands, once he raised them. Yet the calmness of both the shaman, and the dam of his foal had a quietening effect upon his spirit, and soon, the bloodlust dissipated from his dark gaze.
Skeptically, and ignoring the new comers once deemed to be not-hostile, Gaucho turned to Onni, his head dipping low in a gesture almost too respectful and intelligent for one such as Gaucho. As his bulky head rose, though not all the way, he grunted slightly, frowning as he did so. "Painful pross-ess" He repeated, looking at Sohalia as if pain was not something he had expected her to experience. Confusion masked his stormy gaze, as his eyes ignored the filly and only lay upon the no longer purely white/gray coat of his mate. It was almost as if he was expecting that he could somehow endure the pain of birth for her - that his sparring and patrolling, and the amulet he had given her - would somehow ease this process. Snorting, his gaze once again moved to Onni: "Painful" He repeated once again, his deep voice now sounding expectant and accusatory, as he looked from the shaman, to Sohalia.
Then, as the small creature moves, her black and white body such a characteristic representation of her parents, Gaucho's head dips low, allowing Mara to slither from his antlers and towards the small filly. With a black-eyed stare towards Sohalia, as if asking permission, Mara slithered forward, meaning to drape herself protectively across Sohalia's hindlegs, near Zenobia.
Sohalia's voice answers Onni's questions calmly, even though the large bay warrior seemed to be starkly immune to the cooing words issued by the shaman and his mate. The painted girl's pale eyes continue to flicker to the large, opposing figure which stands like a rock, his dark eyes meshed in with the rearing figure of the new stallion. Onni would be prepared to fight to defend the new additions of the herd against Gaucho if necessary, however, in her heart, she yearned for a peaceful resolution.
Her ears flicker from back and forth, listening to the names of the newcomers, while still anxious about the hard stare of Gaucho. Kri had spoken of his steadfast personality and fiercely protective streak. Even Onni had watched his large, dark wings streak the sky in endless patrols. His dutiful searching of the sands is what landed them in this situation, after all.
The soft, pale face turns to Sohalia with a smile at her comment about intelligence. The shaman did not know how she would feel being pregnant, but the mare would feel trapped if she could not adventure as she wished. A warm expression stays in her eyes as her lips part to speak, holding the smile in place even in its absence. "At least you found good company," she says, truly grateful that the strangers Sohalia brought home were not malevolent souls. A mare is very defenseless during birth and had they wished to kill her or the babe, it would have been easy.
The slowly spoken words of the shaman appear to have sunk into the skull of the warrior. He lowers his position, turning his attention completely away from the new additions to the Throat herd and back toward Onni. A respectful tilt of his head greets her, and the shaman quietly returns the gesture, finding the primitive stallion to be surprising still. Pain was a word the stallion obviously recognized, his eyes turning almost disbelieving toward Sohalia and with apt gentleness the painted lady had yet to witness. Her brows raise for a moment in surprised realization, but her expression returns to a calm smile as he speaks to her.
Onni nods, knowing that the stallions wishes her to heal whatever wounds caused Sohalia pain. "We need to take her to the Oasis, Gaucho," she says slowly, once more, emphasizing Oasis for his attention. "My magic is gone with the Gods, so I will need plants to take away the pain."
Movement below catches the attention of the shaman, her eyes aglow as she watches the young filly seek out comfort from her mother. The painted girl was eternally grateful that the young one's life had not been christened with needless bloodshed. Perhaps because Onni had been used to stressful situations, she had been able to remain calm and reassuring. Sohalia, however, obviously knew Gaucho more personally. The mare likely knew how to deal with the caveman better than any here.
Soft gaze moving toward their new company, Onni offers a soft nicker. "Forgive me for not properly introducing myself, Apodis and Rasta," she says, her soft voice sweet. "I am Onni, shaman here. Thank you for aiding Sohalia in a safe journey home."
I wince slightly as I recognize the fear on both Rasta's and Apodis' faces; I ought to have warned them that Pegasi are common here. I didn't think of it, but since Rasta sees through vibrations, it must have been horribly startling for Gaucho to appear, particularly as suddenly and violently as he did. I will make a note to apologize later, but for now I believe I have other things to attend to. I have finished cleaning my daughter, who nurses happily at my side, her little suckling noises bringing a smile to my face. I could not possibly explain to anyone else why I find it so adorable, but I am sure that another mother would understand. It is my child's life, and it is the only time in her life that she will need only me to survive. How much more loved can one feel? How much more could anyone ever need me that this little flicka in this little moment?
I am glad when Gaucho relaxes, though his confusion is clearly visible. I have to wonder if he ever becomes frustrated with those of us more verbally inclined than he, for I know I would in his place. Though, come to think of it, if he has never known anything else, then I suppose it wouldn't bother him, would it? The word 'pain' seems to catch his attention, and though I know he is not capable of the love I might desire, there is something so very protective and perhaps a bit worried in his gaze that draws me to step closer. Zenobia will follow; she will not be crushed under my hooves, and the movement will give her practice walking, which she will need in the soon-to-follow trip to the Oasis. The pain is much less now, more of a soreness, really, so I hardly need herbs, but I will go nonetheless. I have other questions for our shaman, anyway, much more pressing than a simple painkiller.
"Soh good," I say softly, nudging Gaucho's shoulder, brushing my maw gently along his nape until I could not reach any higher. He is ever so much taller than I, after all. "Soh happy." Perhaps these, at least, are concepts that he can understand. I am pleasantly surprised when his snake falls from his antlers and, with a careful glance toward me, begins to make her way for my own bodice. It is an experience that I have had only once before, sharing his companion's affection, and thought at first I had been nervous, I have come to genuinely like her company. I nod and smile slightly, and she winds herself along my bodice until she comes to rest atop my hindquarters. She, at least, seems to understand the concept of children, for there is something very protective in her eyes. "Thank you," I whisper, watching her gratefully, though I truly don't know that she understands any more than Gaucho.
Onni has taken control of the situation, and I smily thankfully at her as well, for I am exhausted. I have not met our shaman previously (though I have no idea how this is so, for it seems that she might be an important being to acquaint oneself with) but I already like her. I wait until she and the newcomers are finished speaking, and then create my own addendum. "I will not need herbs for the pain, Onni, though I thank you for the offer. I would like to talk to you about something else, though, if you have a moment once we return?"
"talk talk talk"
@[Apodis]
Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
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