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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.
Site Wide Plots
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?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
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!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
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.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
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!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
What is this? Some sort of lifeless hell I've entered in. I can feel the bitter chill bite at my ankles, chasing me further into the trees. Which way am I going? I don't know, running running... running. I push so hard I can feel my lungs press against my rib cage. If it wasn't for the prison my air sacks live in, they may have burst to pieces. Though I like this feeling. This bitter disgusting feeling in my gut. As if I could fall over and just die at any moment, push harder Zaron. I wonder how far I can go, in this empty home. Trees I know they fly around me, it is either the devil keeping me from colliding with them or the luck of today. Why is it so dark? The moon has left us.
Alone we are, I promise we are. A light? I see, a light. A path... An orange glow that trickles down and guides you along some trail, the trees part in its way but the snow has covered any possible hope of finding the dust it once was. In the moment of my thought, as I lose my will to watch where I am going now, something crashes into my side. Scraping down my rib cage. Leaving my left side with a brutal blow. Its still crawling against my skin, a tiny twig catches the inside of my flank and I snort roughly. The tree begins to disappear from my side as blood trickles down my coat. Freezing like black into my fur. I laugh as though I am some sort of crazed maniac. Slowing myself to stop underneath the lamp that proves it is not a hell here. Not a world of endless running. I have not died yet.
Unfortunately....
Wait what is that? My head swings to the right, causing the cuts on my left to tear open and cause some sort of enticing pain. My attention no longer on the sound that follows behind me, for I could just be insane but I place my focus on twisting my body as far as it can go. Hoping that my cut will tear farther and I can feel them peel apart. A sickening twisted smile wipes across my maw. Further I go until I look like some sort of demented equine. Until I cannot swivel any further. So I give it a rest. Turning myself to see the new wounds I have created so perfectly. I dig at what I can with my teeth. Peeling the flesh, its almost unbearable in a way... but an unbearable I can stand. Something so lovely and dear. Crimson begins to stain the floor and I smile happily. Pleased with my work.
I stare into the darkened path, seeking out the next lamp to guide me. Though I do not move, legs perfectly still, blood beginning to dry against my coat. My flank tingling and crying in pain. Pain that I almost don't feel. What is wrong with me? Is it true I am alive?
Just how many times had I traveled into this stupid threshold. Seriously? I need someone actually mental. Someone who didn't care about pain. Someone who would fight! Was it really that hard to come up with? Apparently it was, because the only mentally unstable people I had found so far were lacking the guts to get up and fight. It seemed I was going to have to kick their little asses into gear and teach them how to fight. It was the only thing I was going to really be worrying about at the moment. Yet, here I was, contemplating my thoughts with Confutatis not too far behind me. It's nice. You have a friend Innerste said. But, we weren't really friends. We understood the desire for blood. We understood the wish of fighting. That was all.
That was when I broke my stride. Something was pushing through the forest with such speed it was hard to say that they even cared if they impaled themselves upon a branch. The moon had started to come back out and it was eerily providing light upon the land through some of the trees. So, I edged forward until I heard the sound of someone's hooves slowing down until they stopped at the lantern a few yards away from me. Carefully, I slunk through the shadows, hunter instincts in gear as I caught the scent of blood. What was the idiot doing covered in blood? Perhaps it had been a fresh kill. That would be lovely.
Of course, my thoughts were broken the second I saw the stag twisting his body so that the wounds upon his side would stretch and tear. Good lord. He is crazy. Schwere announced in complete shock. This was a first. Someone actually willing to go that far to injure themselves. I can do nothing except stand there, in shock, watching as a smile pulls against his maw while the life liquid stains the forest floor. Blood is coating his haunches as he stares into the distance. So, with heavy legs I force myself out before him. I do not even consider speaking of the nightmares which haunt the night this time - I simply do not feeling like taking on a fight with how everything is going on before me at the moment.
Standing a little taller, and almost certain that Confutatis will be at my side with her forever evil and death filled gaze, I allow my maw to open, soprano chords floating toward his ears. "Causing yourself more pain to prove you are alive?" I inquire, yellow eyes tinting a venomous orange under the amber glow of the light, red points on my body gleaming as if it was fresh blood. "That is not too wise. One can only injure themselves too much until they... break..." I finished off, consonants sharp and harsh upon the last words as I waited to see if he would respond.
Time to see if the one who wanted to injure himself beyond repair had a voice to respond.
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@[Confutatis]
And this is for The Asylum if you wanna read more about it <3
Lady Death did not recoil nor blink nor shiver in surprise as Mother and Guardian of the Moon reappeared, with a graceful beat of her wings restoring the white disk to the sky; she cringed for the sudden and poisonous taste that stung her mouth, burning like someone had thrown a match on her tongue; aflame and eyes wet from pain, she plunged her face into the thick waters of the dead, and when they reached their hands for her, she pulled herself from the mud, and the fire on her lips was only a ghost in her mind.
Confutatis was not infatuated with words; when she spokes, she spoke with the rolling lilts, promising deaths and strange, more eerie things; she whispered of nightmares stalking the night, of wolves on tails, of other feral beasts that roamed, waiting for the moment to strike. She was, by no means, a recruiter; she did not speak with civility nor give her promises. Clever, conniving, cruel, vindictive, all of this she was and more, and so perhaps it should be no surprise her hard eyes did not welcome the sight of strangers, when it was she who was the stranger, always, the wolf in sheep's clothing. Introverted and hard-jawed, she moved with the grace of a black leopard, with a swing of her scarred hips and a light step, following the bleeding mare who was Glassfox to her.
There were reasons, peculiar ones, for her odd habits; being raised alone, fending for herself, being twisted and warped into a terrible parody of what she might have been, without her father being Oblivion. Oblivion, whose legend was Demon King for a very good reason. Rapist and conquerer, he led the world into shadow, and that was Confutatis' own dream.
Her dreams are monstrosities of nature.
Confutatis did not speak, nor open her bitter mouth, as Seele slowed before her. Instead, her nostrils flared as she breathed in the cloying salt of blood, loving it in the grotesque way a tiger licks the hide from her prey. For a moment, she let drift her iron eyes close and gloried at the marvelous blood, not caring for who bled.
With a final exhale, Cruella de Ville opened her eyes and stared, without blinking, at the little gray stallion.
don't hold your breath, don't wait for me, i'll eat you in your sleep
Another day without light of day, or the chilling light of night. I had left the bright flames of the Dragon’s throat to come to the deep and dangerous forests to invite one to my safe home. A home with brightness and sandy grounds and fearless herd mates to be accompanied and protected by. I don’t think I could stand living in the wilds with nothing enlighten your path but a few scattered lantern trees. I would go insane without knowing that someone was there to help me when I needed help.
Old, new, and familiar scents flooded into by nostrils. My ears prickled as sounds danced around me. The scared calls of birds and the silent sneaky paws of animals hitting the ground. Then, I smelt something. There were three of them. I adjusted my ears to help pick up the sound of thundering hooves. I then continue from my halted position towards the sound and scent of the three. I forced myself to remember that I must approach with gentleness and calmness and with a smile and a wag of my tail. Some of the creatures here in Helovia are afraid, and even terrified by my kind. But really, who would be afraid of such a friendly one like me? I would never want to hurt one of them. Unless they got me angered that is.
I then saw the three figures of them. Two were unicorns and the other was an equine. They both gave me sort of chills. I was tempted to give a little warning growl and it took everything I had to keep my fur from rising on my neck and back. I knew it was very wrong to judge a book by its cover, but these two just gave me a bad feeling. I closed my eyes, remembering that I was a Dragon’s Throat Sergeant. I needed to be more helpful to the herd and start recruiting. My fiery orbs open with a forced pleasant look. A gentle smile danced on my maw as I approached out of the darkness and into the view of the two large creatures. I could see blood stains on the grey dappled one. I could smell that the grey brute was the new comer, and the red tinted femme and the grey mare were already introduced to this land. The brown one spoke harsh words of truth. Maybe these two weren’t as crazy as I thought.
“She is right.” My voice was sweet and calm. My tail slowly wagged showing a sign of kindness and showing that I was not a threat. “I am Ayaka, Sergeant of the Dragon’s Throat. It is a delight to meet both of you.” My orange gems glanced at the both of them. They landed and stayed on silver orbs of the steed. “Welcome Helovia, the land of everlasting false night.”
07-21-2013, 02:42 PM (This post was last modified: 07-21-2013, 02:44 PM by d'Artagnan.)
A horned brother, an arrogant mare, a disgusting hornless and a mutt. What a strange bunch. It was company he cared not to keep, the shade’s desires were only for the greying stallion and so forced him into the group of unsightly souls, a hound from hell by his side (though he appeared more like a normal dog these days). Ears twitched as he caught each word spoken from a distance, he’d traveled down from the Basin intent on exploring the land in the dark, he had no real destination and had found himself slipping quietly into the Threshold to eventually find the bunch of cherry pickers before him, closing in on a juicy prize. He couldn't very well walk away from his own kind without at least informing him that the rabble before him were not worthy of his time and that he would gladly escort him back to a place he could put those impressive horns atop his monochrome head to good use. The chap’s injury might be an issue, d’Artagnan’s power to heal had gone with the Gods and a trip through the mountains would kill some horses with such an injury, but if the stud died what use was he anyway?
The Nightshade turned to his companion, grimacing through his words, ”keep an eye on our company” was all he needed to say for the pup to bound off in front, tail frigid with claws digging into the surface and d’Artagnan close behind. Seconds later the crimson monster rather bluntly barged his way into the fray, bloodless eyes intently on the form of the four horned stallion when his rough voice pierced the air. ”Perhaps he just wanted to prove that he could decide his own death. Be a good wench and go dig him a grave would you.” He turned once and gave her a pleasant sarcastic smile, d’Artagnan never did manage to get along with Seele.
Happy with his moment of black hearted fun, he turned back to the injured brute and openly admired the weapons that protruded from his head. ”It would be a waste to lose such a specimen, if you don’t feel like dying, I can offer you a use for those magnificent horns.” Indeed he could, there were many things d’Artagnan could put those weapons to use on, his eye catching the snake tattoo with intrigue. He wondered if the stallion possessed the same venom, how great that would be if he did! For now the shade let silence fall upon his lips, one half of his concentration of the newcomer and the other on lookout, intently listening to his bond with Aramis.
An awful smell leaks into my circular nares and without thinking I toss my head and lend my ears to my neck. Crouching closely to the muscles with held my head high. There was more than one but how many I could not tell. I am unfamiliar with the existence of others anymore and to be honest, deciding the amount of them coming upon me was a rather waste of time, it would only anger my wretched soul even more. Though the sounds were close and impatiently I waited. Crackling sounds of snow beneath their hooves, the only signs they were approaching not slowly but at a decent pace. Angry? No they couldn't be. I knew they were there and they knew I was there... An orange glow atop this dappled back gave me away beyond the hope of escaping their stomach knotting presence. Not as though I am nervous but a simple disgust, after being alone so long I am disappointed to know I'm still alive and not wandering the land where souls like I belong. I couldn't tell you why I hoped for such a thing but it just seems so appealing.
Appealing just like the mare that approaches me. Her coat is stained. Stained a crimson and intriguing color and almost instantly and sly smile crawls upon my lips. Fun. Oh fun I know this will be. Here approaches her friend. Friend? Or companion on a journey, so different but alike they seem. Raising my cranium I lean to the left to get a better look at the equine mare behind the feminine unicorn I am growing more and more fond of. A tingle deep inside my gut. Or my testicles. Ha who knows. Though as soon as she speaks, I can feel my hopes twist and die. Covering themselves in dirt and fading away into the backs of my mind. "The pain is soothing my dear, perhaps you should try my escape sometimes." My nostrils flare and I give her a simple snort, attitude? No. Just a friendly reminder I don't give a shit about my well being, I will move along just to see how far I can go before I fall. Fall to the bottom of the cliff, no way back but to continue and let go of life. I long for the day I can taste death and either die hard or live hard.
Again I am no longer alone with these two mares. Its presence is quickly noticed by scent. A wolf. How interesting. My guard is not heightened but I do watch him with an interesting gaze, a deep glare of my soulless silver globes. Praying to the devil that his heart quivers as well as the hairs upon his back raise. He should fear approaching three equines. What a fool. Though it would be talent to take this bravery and foolishness upon his shoulders. "Would you find 'She is right.' to be your opinion? Because I do." my words spit slowly. Like the speed of nothing. "Sergeant of the Dragons Throat," I repeat, coiling my lips into an emotionless facade "you are wolf, not dragon son." I laugh mechanically. Sure that is just a name for some home he lives in but what? Dragons Throat! I could laugh till I cried. What a name for some home. A dragons throat. Though he speaks words I finally find useful. Helovia. Helovia. Hellovia. The hell of everlasting night thats for damn sure. I nod to the canine. Giving him the notion I understand where I am now and appreciate the help he has provided compared to the two mares. One of which who speaks cowardly and the other who seeps quietly in her dark whole of nothing.
Noise. More noise. Smells, even more. Another canine approaches and very shortly after another unicorn approaches. One of which I find the humor and haunting disgust in his voice, and I love it. "You would be well advised not to dig my grave before the body dies." I shout a glare from him to the blood stained mare he speaks towards. Again he approaches with words. Words that bring a grin that feels as though its gone from ear to ear. "Oh my, what use could that be?" I question, hoping for the taste of blood to be worn upon my teeth by the use he wishes for me. Do I follow him? No? Do I accompany him? No? Do I stand alone and face the world? No? Whats to be done? There's 4 acquaintances I have found, or that have found me, I know they all seek something from me. No one searches for something without a cause.
It didn't take me much longer to shake the shock of how mental someone must truly be to be willing to injure themselves so horribly. I had to admit, in the past, I had been one to take anything on - daring them to hurt me - just to prove to myself that I was alive and that I could feel. But I knew when I might be taking it too far. I knew when my life hung in the balance and I had been careful to ensure that I didn't stumble over the cliff toward death. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all, opening the wounds further and allowing the idea of an infection to permeate.
Either way, the shock and perhaps the uncertain feeling of concern had left me as soon as it had taken me and the words that I had given to him were simply my attempt at regaining my composure and sarcastic commentary. There were no nightmares that could latch onto this one's brain - he was the nightmare. He was the one who didn't care about pain and was willing to continue fighting to prove that they still had a functioning organ. He raises his cranium after I have spoken. He speaks of the fact that it is soothing and I simply bob my head a nefarious grin pulling on the muscles of my maw. I understood his escape all too well - until one gets to tumbling over that cliff of death. "I do, actually, understand that escape. The desire to feel something to prove to yourself you are actually alive." I say, a hint of annoyance on my maw. A mutt has given the desire to speak up and agree with my statement. Except, she doesn't understand my joy in seeing him break and the desire that he would. She sees it as a warning for his health. And, I find no reason to even acknowledge this wolf near us, instead allowing him to chastise the creature with a laugh.
My grin only grows larger - that is until I see something of familiar existence. A hellhound who no doubt is coming with D'Artagnan. His voice floating to my ears before I desire to drink in his presence. Quietly, my frame pulls even more into the form it could once hold seamlessly. Wench?! Had he seriously just called me a wench?! Someone deserves their mouth to be washed out with soap! He does not know a wench. You are mein puppe and a recke! Perhaps soap would be better than the hallucinogens that must be going in his body to give him the image of a wench upon your frame! Schwere hissed in my brain indignantly. I still was boiling up even more and more. That was. Until he began to attempt to take the one who was so perfectly crafted for my little group. That boiling led to an explosion.
Well advised not to dig a grave my ass. I wouldn't touch the dirt with my hooves unless it was to walk upon it. "I don't know, Knecht. Perhaps the mutt you have following you around should do something more useful then sit on display" I snarled, the poison back in my tongue as I barred my teeth in annoyance. "I also have tasks for someone who has no fears. Someone who doesn't care about injury. Someone who might enjoy the idea of fighting. We have plenty of ways to spread nightmare across the land, and you - you could be a wonderful one to lead the pack in a torrent of brutal, masochistic fun." My smirk back upon my face, yellow orbs glowing with the venom that comes with the training I have been given, as I stand forever taller, attempting to ignore the presence of the unicorn who does not understand that someone as pristine as I could never actually be a wench.
No. Not a wench. Just a necromancer with blood-thirst and a love of mayhem and mischief...
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@[Confutatis]
Sorry Imi. Seele doesn't take well to being called a wench. XD
-the forever bickering D'art/Seele-
knecht - loosely means slave.
Today, the mare so vicious, so cruel and unloving, so bitter and quick to judge, lifted her head and flared her nostrils of sooty black; her eyes, harder than a wall of unforgiving stone, rested on his wicked-thorned head, upon the open wound bleeding crimson red. Desist.
She stepped forward, not speaking, features unruffled by the wolf that appeared and the unicorn bloodied like a handsome lord she met and left in the snow weeks ago. Her head swings about, ears flicking back as her one-eyed gaze studies the stallion carelessly, a gleam of vindictiveness to her yellow gaze. "Death will eat you and I will flay your skin from your bones, prince of ashes, and I'll pull apart your ribs to find what lays within." Undirected to one in particular, her voice grates hoarsely, the crunch of gravel beneath old boots. "Pull back your mane and show me your eyes, so I may take them from your head."
Withdrawing back to the shadows untouched by the silver gleam of moonlight, Confutatis fades once more, becoming one with the darkness, forgetting the light and embracing the black with a fervored passion, letting it soothe her fractured insides that are no longer whole, no longer innocent and untouched. Cut her open and out will spill black oil, flooding the world in it's depth and unendingness, her many warped layers.
"Confutatis, do not forget." For a moment the moonlight gleams on her speaking muzzle, gleaming in delicate white lines upon her whiskers and the mask upon her charcoal face.
don't hold your breath, don't wait for me, i'll eat you in your sleep
short, but there really wasn't much to say c:
Ok… So it looks like this kind of stallion was not one that would take advice. He threw his words at me as if I was just a tiny blade of grass. If I were him, I would watch my tongue, after all… I am a predator. All I had to do is bite his large ass to get him crying back to his momma. I was made with fangs and claws for a reason… Not only did he spit his words at me, but he called me, ‘son’. I mean, is he an idiot? I am obviously a female, even blind or deaf ones could tell that… Could horses really not be able to tell the genders of other species, or was this one just messing with my head?
“Well… It is an opinion but some might find it a useful one.” I tried so hard to keep my voice from showing anger, and I hoped that they wouldn’t be able to tell how fired up I really was inside. “Also, the Dragon’s Throat is not for dragons, but for horses like you. I am lucky to have been accepted into such a lovely home. I have come to offer you a place in my herd. We have plenty of food, water, and even a source of light in these dark times.” I somehow managed to keep cool while I spoke, or at least I think. My smile still was there and my tail still managed to keep its gentle wag.
Two other souls emerged from the woods as the hornless grey soul left. One was a canine like me, and the other one of the three others. I immediately knew that they was from the Basin from his stench. And my second clue, his words about the magnificent horned ones. Who would even want to make those without horns? I looked over at his follower who seemed to still be just a pup. I wondered if the plague of racism got to his head too.
My gaze now not directed towards the pup, but jumping from each of the figures, waiting for one of them to speak.
07-26-2013, 04:20 PM (This post was last modified: 07-26-2013, 04:24 PM by d'Artagnan.)
d’Artagnan couldn’t help but smile at the strangers tone. There was a darkness there that was quite enjoyable on his ears and he laughed in rough edged humour. He said nothing at first however, listening to the mares voice their own threats back and he tilted his head first at Seele who snarled back at him to which he simply smiled at her. The Nightshade had to admire the sharpness of her tongue and with that fact alone his dislike for her deepened, perhaps one day her name would be known throughout the land, but whoever dared utter her name to him would have their voice box torn readily out to live as a mute for the rest of their life. Aramis bared his razor teeth and his long slim tail became stiff as a low growl ripped out from frothing lips. It was then that d’Artagnan shook his head and sighed, "leave it be Aramis. If she thinks you are just a mere mutt then air is all that lies between her ears.” With that he was about to turn back to the 4 horned stag, however the shade’s crimson ears catches the vindictive voice and he turns sharply to meet the equine’s sickly eyes.
For a moment the Nightshade frowned, he hadn’t heard an equine speak death like that before and her gaze more than matched her voice. Yet, d’Artagnan was arrogant in his confidence and sneered towards her. "Indeed death will eat me one day, but whilst I’m alive I wouldn’t advise coming within my reach hornless, or else you won’t be around to see me die and I’ll be the one flaying skin from bones.” He watched her fade away into the shadows of the woodland then, offering her name at the last moment to which d’Artagnan notes, but says no more. Turning his attention back to the stranger and the wolf, who had previously whelped for the Dragons Throat, the Nightshade began to walk off towards the Basin, tilting his head one last time to eye the newcomer.
"I have things to do and little time to stand around in the presence of those who are ants in my shadow. I am d’Artagnan the Nightshade and the use I have for those horns of yours depends on how well you can use them, the Aurora Basin has no need for the weak. So if you think you’re good enough boy, you’re welcome to follow me and I’ll turn those horns of yours red. By all means follow the women if you want, but if you do make sure you remove your manhood that lies falsely between your legs.” His gaze was sharp and calculating, for a few moments he let his offer stand before departing for the lands of snow and ice.
Smile spreads, d'Artagnan has spread his lips, speaking with tones that are like music to my ears. Tones so mellow with something hiding deep, lurking in the shadows. How disgusting. I'm surrounded by those who are like me in one sense. This wolf though, I've agitated but still he smiles. Fool. Spit back. "You're going to sit here and take shit?" my face sinks into annoyance. I'm looking for some fun and this bastard can't even make me smile. I snarl. Snort. And flick my long leonine tail to the side. Hairs rustling atop the ground. Silver eyes sneak back towards Seele, I do not favor her of the stud with his canine friend but I do find it best interest to follow her, shuffling my left hoof right before d'Artagnan speaks again. This time though I am slightly angered by what he says but its a small rage that sinks away, I don't care.
My feelings fade. Always fade. Normally they never show but as they fade I return to my state of a calm devil. Slyly picking my sides carefully. "Sir, would you be talking about my penis or the balls behind it?" air rushes from my mouth, mechanic smile. I like him, enough to consider him someone I would stand beside but I won't go. Won't do it so. He scampers away along with the mutt and I am left with the wolf and Seele. Obviously the other mare had enough of this conversation and escaped to the darkness. "Ayaka, it would be well to you to find your way home now." my eyes dart to her. Though I have nothing upon my face, its emptiness and I can feel it.
"Seele, I do find my presence in your favor. Shall we move along in the shadows or wait for the devil to catch us?"
[ooc- disgusting and short, i'm terribly sorry, I had muse and then it ran away! :O and no worries Imi!]
Oh, Confutatis, how you have such a lovely way with words. Again, I still choose to ignore this wolf who is around us. She makes no sense, but I find no desire to haunt her dreams. She has a home, one she seems to not be too willing to leave, so she serves no purpose to me.
D'Art's mutt seemed to not take too kindly to being called one, already frothing at the lips ready for an attack. But, really, he needed to have a purpose other than sitting there like a little porcelain doll. They did absolutely nothing. It also seemed that the broken horned stag had no real use to be here. He was beginning to walk off without much left to say other than swish his tail and walk away with a poor dejected gaze.
He offers one last attempt, pulling at the stag's manhood in his last resort. It is obvious that I have won this battle against him and the smirk lays upon my face with a sick feature that only accents who I am. It is with a laugh that I listen to the stag's remark about his manhood to the Nightshade's disappearance into the shadows before he turns to the wolf and tells the dog to find it's way home.
Give the poor wolf some slack! came Innerste and I can't help but to shake my head in dismay for a second. "Ayaka, it would serve you well to gain a harsh tongue when those are taking marks at you." I warn her, "The weak rarely survive." Then, I allow my frame to turn toward the shadows, having heard him ask how we will be travelling.
A smile is on my lips, "It is a mix of both. Shadows do encase most of the journey, though. This way, teufel, and you will get to see the rest of The Asylum - those who will help all of us reek havoc and tend to those wounds so you can continue to prove to yourself that you are alive." I say, the venom never leaving my tone as I start to head back toward the marshes, ears tilted backward to listen to his hoofsteps to ensure that he is following.
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Thread is basically done - I'm posting for a request to outcast and our board for you <3
And the wait was fine Imi - helped me get a coherent enough brain to post. xD
Oh, and if you could post on this thread here with what position you think he'd be in that would be lovely ;3
Any questions, don't be afraid to ask!
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