Annoyance rang out through the girl as she trotted through the woods at her normal gait. Irritated at the mare she met who didn't even thank her for trying to help her. It's not her fault she didn't have stupid magic, which put her at a major disadvantage. Fuming still, the white fae longed for wings. If she had powerful appendages like those of the other horses, she could soar in the sky instead of staying bonded to the ground for an eternity. The girl wondered what it would be like to be in the air all the time, in flight above trees, peering down at everything on the ground. How wonderful it would be. Taking flight probably wouldn't even require effort. How easy would it be to gallop a little bit, and then with one powerful downwards push, be airborne.

Shifting her mane, she kept on walking forwards with a sour look on her face. Keeping a serious look on her face, she began to gallop to brush the anger off of her. Speeding through the trees, nimbly avoiding them, the rage that was present began to ebb away until she was solely focused on the wind ruffling her hair, and her powerful legs pushing her faster and faster until it was a dangerous break neck sprint through dense trees. Being young, there was something in her mind, thinking that the fae could be invincible. But worry took over and at last, panting she slowed her incredibly fast pace. Walking now, Accalia started contemplating on things.


The white fae was so vibrant and full of youth. Did that take away from her recruiting skills? Were others mocking the Assassins because the girl acted so vibrant and happy all the time towards others, contrary to the normal view on "killers"? The girl was anything but a murderer. Fighting was something that ran in her blood, a good fighter she was, but most horses in the Assassins have never killed before, and instead became exceptionally good warriors. No, most horses in the band would never kill.

Blending in with the icy scenery, white and brown, the white fae finally came upon another horse. A stallion Pegasus, with elegant white wings, speckled with brown, like her hide. An upcoming smile on her face, she realized the lad was almost as tall as her, and quite strong looking. He would be perfect for one of the warriors for the Assassins, and he might even be able to rise to the ranks of a general. Tinted with the color of a Sorrel Overo, Accalia noted he was quite handsome, along with is striking blue eyes. Approaching him, a smile was planted on her face. "Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins," she paused momentarily before continuing with her cheerful attitude now. "Do you seek a home?" The fae questioned, hoping he might accept her offer. The beautiful mare stared at him with wide red-brown eyes, awaiting what he might say.

Aaron & Alanna</style> In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti</style> FrostFall had finally arrived in all it's cold might. It was the cold months like these the painted Glazier was extremely glad that he was half draft. His coat had thickened up early on in OrangeMoon, while others huddled near the fires spread out through World's Edge. It was hard to believe the Edge had belonged to the Qian for a year now. With a snort and smile, Aaron figure it was high time he headed out for the Threashold and find more that thought like the Qian did. Together, he and the garnet and ivory hellhound set off. The Qian was a peaceful bunch really, after having to fight it out for a place to call home. They stood for equality among all, and would pretty much allow most who seemed to have a sense of respect for others and the rules. There was a fine line within that, especially if one was to cross into the Edge without an escort or permission. Once they arrived it did not take long to begin hearing different voices and conversations going on. The pair made sure to avoid those that smelled of the icy cold of the Basin, nodding to those who smelled of the desert land of the Dragon's Throat, and eying those of the Foothills with a neutral look. He could not fully hold the friendship betrayal against all of the Grey's members... Just Kutlu and Phi. However when the tones of one who held none of these scents were heard, his ears laid back to his head and he stopped to join in the conversation. "Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins, do you seek a home?" The assassins. Oh really. Oh HELL NO! With a snort he turned to face the pair, Alanna joining him at his right side. Do tell, assassin. Surely not offering a home to someone when you do not have home to call your own? Brown eyes turned darker, just short of looking black. He then turned to the stallion and spoke calmly. Welcome to Helovia. I am Aaron the Glazier of World's Edge, and this is my bonded Alanna. Please excuse me for the rudeness, but the group she comes from has plans to invade my home as they do not have a land of their own. He turned his eyes to the mare and spoke again. For an assassin your not very stealthy are you? In fact it's fairly bold for you to announce your group so easily to those you do not know. Specially when you are not from a herd. Sure, he had given his own out, but he came from the Edge and had nothing to hide. Surely an assassins group would be more weary about giving out that information.... Or were they all that stupid to let everyone know who they were? talktallk

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Ziago Still just a boy, but already a man When company came, it was not what Ziago had expected. The first to come forth was a mare, wingless and blunt, inviting him in to a circle with a very strange name. The second, a large chestnut and white stallion intruded with no thought but to verbally vanquish the mare, and suggest an alternate path. He too lacked the lithe wings that adorned Ziago's hide, but he demanded attention with the creature that roamed at his side. It was to this sort of thing that Ziago was attracted, and where his attention first twitched. Being bonded to a hound, that was a symbol of some sort of power, was it not? "I am Ziago," he responded to both, unsure of where convention lay in these parts. "I do indeed seek somewhere, however I am cautious in this dealing. It is not a small choice to make. I would like to hear more about your home, since it sounds to be the intended goal of both groups. It would be hard to live in a place where I am unhappy with the landscape, let alone the group. " The assassins, what a name that was. Did he want to be part of a group that advertised itself as hired killers? It wasn't up his alley to be a mercenary, just a fighter. He wanted to lead good forces, be a fighter for the brighter things in life. He didn't need innocent blood on his hands, and he didn't want to play the part of the dirty killer. It was extremely out of his tastes indeed. He fluffed his wings again, second nature, uncomfortable by the fact that neither of these two had them. It made him stand out, in a way that could make him an easy target. People weren't always accepting of what they saw on the surface. The large feathers tickled his belly as he stretched them low, before tucking them up again. They were a security blanket in a way, proof that he too could be formidable should anything here turn ugly. And proof that he could get out of the way, and maintain a height advantage, even around the unnaturally large mare. It was uncanny, to see a lass taller than he was but apparently lacking heavy blood. Certainly, he had just spoken of those who were judgmental, but it did make him uncomfortable. It wasn't that he doubted the fighting ability of mares, just the imposing size of this one. Not that the brute had the best manners, but he certainly fit in more with Ziago's standard fare. "Tell me more about this place I've wandered into, won't you Aaron? My desires are for a place to strengthen my body and my mind, and increase my fighting skills. I have no desire to kill others, for all that your group's name implies Miss Accalia. " "blah blah blah."

The cold. It was so annoying. The mare huffed as snow fell lightly onto her pelt, the hair thickening and she was now shaggy. Irrydae's wings were stretched and flapped lightly as she loosened the stiffness from her muscles, dusted gold hooves falling deep into the snow that pilled higher and higher. It was only the first week of Frostfall and the star mare already wanted it to end. It had always been her least favorite. Bright, golden orbs of the Storyteller glance over to where her pool was, flicking her bicolored tail. Her mind rolled over the possibilities of her day. I have not gone to the Threshold in awhile. Her ears shifted forward, legs moving her forward through the land and crossing the boarders into the free lands. Another thing about winter- it was very hard to be silent. Snow made it difficult. Very difficult. Irrydae had heard there was no snow in the Dragon's Throat, but she couldn't just show up and declare she was there to escape the snow. A muffled sigh escapes the purple lips of the slender mare as the snow crunches under her, her tracks left perfectly in sight for anyone. Winter meant vulnerability. I guess that's another thing that stuck around with me, Mom. The thought was in her head before she could block it out, and she stopped, closing her eyes and pausing en-route to the forest of the Threshold. After the wave had passed, her journey to the Foothills was short, shorter when she had taken flight, where she could be silent. The purple and brown figure descended into the forest, nares flared as she searched for a scent in the winter "wonderland". It did not take long. There were three there when she approached, listening to their muffled voices as she paused and tried to be as silent as possible. 'Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins,' Really? Another damn Assassin? 'Do tell, assassin. Surely not offering a home to someone when you do not have home to call your own?' A different voice this time and Irrydae had to stop a laugh from ringing through her vocals. 'My desires are for a place to strengthen my body and my mind, and increase my fighting skills. I have no desire to kill others, for all that your group's name implies Miss Accalia.' Irrydae smiled. Sounds like a perfect member for The Grey, to me. She then strode forward, pulling in her star spangled wings before appearing before them, golden eyes examining each one, narrowing slightly on the Assassin before her features returned smooth, calm. "The Grey sounds like the perfect place for you, if you wish to hone your fighting skills and strengthen yourself." The words a friendly and firm, nodding to the stallion from the Edge before turning her attention back to the newcomer, though she addressed all when she spoke next. "My name is Irrydae. Storyteller of the Windtossed Foothills- where everyone from The Grey has resided. It is a great land with plentiful food and a continuous flow of water." She gives the stallion before her a smile. "You are welcome to come back home with me, if you so wish. We would love to have you." She then silences, finishing what she wanted to say and saying no more, waiting for a response for the possible new member, though she did not ignore the others.

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Ziago Still just a boy, but already a man Long at last, winged company arrived, like a rescuer in the night. Ziago puffed out a soft warm breath into the air, watching a cloud rise, and tossed a wistful smile in the new arrival's direction. She was pretty, and she was more comfortable to him as something he knew. Not that he was put off by the unwedge equines, simply less drawn to them. He didn't understand them quite so well. "The Grey sounds like the perfect place for you, if you wish to hone your fighting skills and strengthen yourself." The name was less blunt than the first group he'd been offered, a color rather than a noun. It implied fewer frightening things, a softer coat, still with the potential to be hard as steel. If they could help him hone his talent, they were the right bunch, though he still was not sure he could handle killing. It would need to be murder free for for the moment. He would not get into that sort of thing until he was sure he could strike down a foe without feeling sure of himself, and he would not bloody bodies until he had a cause he was sure was worth fighting for. Oh stop you codger, you sound as bad as a swaybacked old mare. You're not a knight, just another warrior. You'll face it sooner than you like. "My name is Irrydae. Storyteller of the Windtossed Foothills- where everyone from The Grey has resided. It is a great land with plentiful food and a continuous flow of water.You are welcome to come back home with me, if you so wish. We would love to have you." The speech came with a smile, which Ziago returned in kind. It made a pleasant picture in his head, this Foothills, a place where he could make a life. He could be done wandering. After all, the winter was coming .Frostfall had happily declared its presence with the glorified white. He shook out his speckled wings again, before dipping his head to the mare. "Ziago, my lady Irrydae. I have wandered for quite some time to reach this place, and for all its pomp, it does not feel like home. This place you describe, your home, sounds far more welcoming than these trees. If you say I can learn more of arms and combat, as long as you too are not a hired mercenary bunch, I would be happy to travel there with you. It would be nice to belong again. " To have a master to learn from again would be nice as well, someone who could teach him much more than he already knew. Yet, his patience for picking homes was waning. Certainly it was a critical decision, but he couldn't stand the thought of so much pressure. He wanted to be done with the matter, and to leave this place. He was surrounded by three others, each with a different option, and yet he found himself leaning towards one simply because the proffered was more familiar than the others. At least we'll be able to leave here by air, and that's no bad thing is it? The youth unconsciously stretched his wings again, stirring up the cold air in the clearing where they had gathered. It left his ribs chilled, and a shiver twitched its way down his spine. It seemed that he would need to put himself through more hardships if this stirred up his nerves. It was time to get moving again, to be gone of the place. "Unless there is an argument to make something else a better offer? Otherwise, I believe we're done here miss Irrydae." "blah blah blah."

Aaron & Alanna</style> In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti</style> (thanks for bumping this, was waiting on the others to post) Aaron listened as the pegasus spoke. He wanted to know more about World's Edge and Helovia? Well he was just the stallion to tell him... However before he could one from the Grey showed up. Alanna tensed, feeling her bond's emotions running high. The Foothills show of still been HIS home. But with a sigh he nodded to the new Storyteller. Strange how the the rank had passed from Mare, to a Stallion, and now it seemed back to a Mare. Such a pattern. Alanna looked on curiously as the one from the Grey spoke, and the young stallion spoke again. It seemed the choice was made. The stallion wanted to know more of the Foothills and the Grey. With one last glare to the assassin, Aaron nodded to the newcomer and Grey Member. It seems Alanna and I are no longer needed here. If you do however change your mind, i'm sure a member of the Grey can point you in the right direction. World's Edge, or even Dragon's Throat would be most welcoming.... Although I would not travel to far north to Aurora Basin... They tend to like those with only a horn upon their heads up there. His tone was kind, much different than that used towards the assassin.... but then again, were you really expected to be nice to someone who wanted to take your home away again? Aaron could not and would not be kind. Twice he had lost his home... Once in Isilme when the shades took it all over, and once here when the Grey took the Foothills... He would die before some rag tag band took his home again. talktallk

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