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Eris_ Posts: 97
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#1
ERIS
Just give me a reason,
Just a little bit's enough,
Just a second we're not broken, just bent.
Their numbers had expanded greatly, their little family had actually become quite a decent sized one, for such a short amount of time. Her eyes looked over the Marsh that they had made their home. It would not be enough to sustain their herd life for much longer, soon they would have to attempt to take over land. The land of a herd. Eris had her sights set on something big. More than that she knew which land she wanted, only she would have to figure out a way to achieve that land. To top matters off she knew that she would need an alliance, she would need another herd to stand beside her and say 'yes, we support you.' The only problem about this problem was that not everyone was accepting of her. Not everyone understood why she and Seele had made such a group, simply asking for a contract wouldn't be enough. They would have to blackmail, bride, steal or destroy things. Now that wouldn't be a problem. Eris loved creating wars, fights, and regrets for others.

In fact, she specialised in it.

However they still needed more members in their little family. At the moment all they were going were recruiting, recruiting, recruiting oh and more recruiting. Any lost soul they found that was crazy she searched for. Any time she came across a lost, scared and malfunctioning other, she would try and induct them into The Asylum. Honestly, not killing others was making it rather difficult to remain calm and nice. However at the moment they had to lay low and not cause any trouble just yet, that would lead to dire consequences. Their little family would be no more. Eris knew however that she would not...could not abandon one little filly in particular. Skysong have quickly become her charge and so Skysong would remain by her side as they roamed the world together.
This way Eris would teach her how to take care of herself, how to fight but most of all Eris would teach her how to create chaos in this special little world.

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[[OOC: Urgh! So sorry this took so long! I've been lacking the muse.]]
@[Frost Fyre] @[Confutatis]

Frost Fyre Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy
#2

Striding with graceful steps, the roan fae strode to the Marsh. She had no clue as to why she had gone so far astray from the Basin, but she had done it. She walked casually, her emerald eyes glistening as she walked. Her tail almost dragged, the long black locks just touching the ground. Her split hooves thumped gently against the dirt row, head held high.

The fae spotted a bloody maiden, her red hair hanging over her shoulders. The fae waltzed forward, roan bodice moving towards the stranger. The fae found that upon further examination, this was an equine. Trying to hide her scowl, the fae just surveyed the older mare. Peering around her, the fae saw the path. Should she ask politely or rudely? Forcing the good out of herself, the fae fluttered her lashes slightly and looked at the mare, opening her lips, she spoke a gentle melody. "Excuse me, miss, but it appears you're blocking my path. I really need to get back to the Basin..." She tried to keep her tone sweet, as sweet as she could manage. It pained her to speak so kindly to an equine.

The fae found it a waste of a horse, seeing as the mare looked so useful, but she didn't have the perfect shape. She was missing that stamp of perfection that sat atop a horses' brow. A horn. She was just another wasted equine, one with no special traits other than her crimson hair. The fae only looked at the mare, waiting for her to move. She assumed that if the mare didn't move for her, she could just swim around her... but stepping into that gross water made the fae's stomach clench up. Who knows what dead things have fallen into that murky mess. The fae didn't want to find out anytime soon. So she just stood there, gazing at the mare and waiting for her to move.

"Speech."
[[i know, it's short and sucky D: but i had to do it quickly]]

FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.

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Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
#3



Shadow corrupt, blackness melted into obsidian statue, with a marble skull for face and white armor, the armor made of bones from ancient warlords, resting upon her blackened shoulders. She does not walk, but stalks the night as if waiting for the prey to fall upon, teeth bared, ears pinned, eyes wild and dark and promising pain; she is scarred and wise, bitter and feral, unpredictable and mad as the rabid dog, but as sane as the hunting wolf. Lady Death is a contradiction, an oxymoron, a series of conflicting promises and is a conflicted being; passionate, resolute, firm in her beliefs and jagged dark dreams. Silent as a predator after its prey, she wanders and watches and observes with the detachment of the scientist watching the rat writhe in pain; no regret, no sorrow, no pain nor anguish. Reality in all brutality, that she is and more. Untameable, unable to be held nor controlled, always pulling and testing boundaries, the kelpie in it's bridle, a hardly containable hellion you can never turn your back on, lest she rip your head from your neck and eat you whole.

This is Confutatis, Lady Death, Queen of Shadow and midnight mysteries, of the things that go bump in the night, ruler of monsters that hide in closets.

It is one of the days of many she has spent in solitude and conformity, careful to keep herself free from the scrutiny of Seele Glassfox and Eris Madeyes, one of the more recent one where the moon sits sweetly in the sky, serene and pretty, shallow and fake. Confutatis prefers the dark, the night that holds her dear, but what she misses in the pitch blackness of Before, when the moon and stars did not decorate the sky. At least the sun, so bright and so blinding, has not returned. If she had it her way, it never would, and that would be her happy ending. But it is not so; one day she will command the world and rule it, but not today, and even she cannot order the gods around. The skullface does not speak, does not lavish praise and attention; she watches with her cold yellow eye, twisting her lips into a sickly parody of a smile, as she finds Bloodmane blocking the pathway.

Bloodmane, mistress Eris, Madeyes, Madwoman, the mare she does not like, too driven and too wild, too unpredictable. Allies, her cracked mind reminds, but Confutatis' coarse tail flicks across her flanks, and her head tosses, scattering the thoughts of empty promises and falsities. The second mare, a unicorn, pretty and petite, young and untainted, an urchin still wet behind the ears, wandering alone. How would the blood look spilled across her rich umber coat? Lock-jawed, straight-legged, stone-eyed, Skullface halts behind her, nostrils quivering as they inhale the cold air hardly lessened by the cool moon's light.

"You will not leave." Her voice a hoarse crack of the whip, the crunch of gravel and groan of ancient trees slowly falling in the windstorm strong. Blatant disrespect, flagrant and unabashed, she ignores Eris, but for the surliest of surly nods, the tiniest dip of her head. You are not better than me, pretty mare. It twists her gut, dries her mouth, acrid tastes on her tongue. How they all hide it, their madness, their wildness, their pure and wholesome incompleteness; let it out. Let it burn and sing and watch the world crumble beneath you. Stop hiding; stop playing your game of charades, pretending to be everything you are not.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

"Silverhorn, look in the waters." Voice grates, chokes, growls, rumbles. Hoof falls. Glistening water sprays, tepid and frugal yellow-brown. Dead, white and grotesquely water-logged, scream and moan and cry out. They burn and itch to be let out, to walk the lands. One day, but not today. Is there a necromancer in these lands? A raiser of the dead, controller of nefarious spirits? Flowers blessed by the moon blossom at the edge of the flat, glass waters. Silver and white and cream. "You can be one of them. Throw yourself in, take your chances, charcoal mouth. They will drown you, and you will die among the countless others."

Yellow-eye lifts her gaze, trying to find Eris'. "You can fall in the waters, Silverhorn. I'll push you in, bitch throwing the bone to bury."



CONFUTATIS
and when you meet me, you at long last acquaintance yourself with death in all its magnificent glory.


@[Eris] @[Frost Fyre]

Eris_ Posts: 97
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#4
ERIS
Just give me a reason,
Just a little bit's enough,
Just a second we're not broken, just bent.
From behind the spotted fae, a voice rose. It was soft and far too sweet for Eris. She turned her golden face to look upon the dark brown mare with a white rump. The horn that protruded from her head caught the evil mare's gaze, while the scent of The Basin wafted from her. Not for a moment was she fooled by the pretence of the horned mare. In turn Eris smiled, it was not a kind smile. In fact she was more leering at the horned mare. "Oh little bird, have have flown far from your nest." Sang Eris. Her movements where slow but clear, centring herself more on the only clear path, she watched the other doe. Of course, if she was from The Basin it was quite clear that this mare was more than likely racist. Eris had no intention of letting sure a pretty dove wonder and risk getting lost! She would never return to her home and Eris didn't doubt how greatly missed she would be. "You must take me for a fool." A laughter was cold, her blue eyes stared not quivering. This mare would have to pay her away across.

She was no miss, no matter what this silly little filly thought. Eris was the creator of discord, a strong and independent mare, hot headed and bloodthirsty. Oh boy did this little filly look good, she looked weak and shallow minded. Her hooves sunk into the mud, her mattered coat filthy yet shameless. She wore it proudly. Broken and bent as her mind was she could still play games, the golden mare loved to break the minds of others. Especially those whose minds went not yet snapped in anyway. The voice of another one come to her ears, dancing through the wind. The eyes of the maiden never left her target. Eris was not ignoring the mare, who she guessed to be a member of the group. She continued to speak in her chilling tones, this member certainly knew how to be dramatic and set a scene. Their gazes met, both eyes contained crazy.

"Then I'll drag your lifeless body out of the waters and watch as your soul is devoured by those monsters that lurk beneath the surface." She giggled. "Or you can try and talk your way out of a watery grave.."


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@[Frost Fyre]

Frost Fyre Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy
#5

And then there were two.

She was faced with two strangers, the first one standing there telling her she was far from her nest, the second one striding up, voice hoarse as she spoke. "You will not leave"[/b] Widening her eyes a little, the fae took a step back. But she the dark mare spoke again, this time threatening her. She addressed her as a silver horn, telling her to look into the dark, murky waters. And so, she did. Peering subtly over the edge, she spotted a horse skull, ensnared in tree roots, forced to stay close to the surface. Her eyes went wider, her mouth gaping open a little. She lowered her ears, her tail dropping in fear. She dark mare continued talking, telling her to go in, sacrifice herself and let the souls drown her, drag her down to their deep, dark den. She shivered, trying to whisper, [i]"stop." But in it's place she just croaked faintly. She looked at the mares, her eyes still wide.

And then the bloody maiden spoke, she too threatened her. She said she'd leave the fae for the monsters, the ghouls, the spirits that lurked in the dense Marsh. Shivering again, the fae looked worriedly at the mare. And then, she said she could talk her way out. Widening her eyes, the fae opened her mouth, gathering the courage to speak to the crazy mares. "What is it you need? I'll do anything, just please, don't let me die.." She whimpered, her emeralds gradually filling with tears. She held them back, her tail shifting slightly. She just wanted to go, leave this horrid place with the crazy horses. She was scared, and she hated to admit it. Her ears were kept forward slightly as she just gazed at the mares, her eyes showing fear and worry.

"Speech."

FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.

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Eris_ Posts: 97
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#6
ERIS
Just give me a reason,
Just a little bit's enough,
Just a second we're not broken, just bent.
Oh for the sake of all things holy. This little bird wasn't about to cry was she? There was almost nothing in the world that Eris hated more. Blue orbs rested on her target, then weak words tumbled from her lips. Eris paused, thinking about their plans and how a single piece of information could help them out. How just one muttered sentence tucked away in the wilds could tip the power scale. "I don't think we need any information on the Basin." The huntress looked over the pathetic almost weeping form before her, no pity was within her soul. In fact no emotions were felt by the golden murderess, she should just kill this pathetic little creature and have her hands washed of it. But something was nagging at her, she shouldn't pass up the chance to gather intelligence. Here it was being offered to her on a golden pedal stool. Eris had been trained well enough to know that if she kill, or sent away this filly, she was not only damaging herself, but damaging her group's chance of ever getting a home.

"I'll strike you a deal." Eris was the leader here, Confutatis would just have to deal with her decision. "Tell me a little secret about The Basin's defences, any alliances, and I'll let you move on. Pretend that this entire little meeting never happened." Now that was a great deal, something Eris had never offered to another soul before. It was her nature to kill those things that displayed weakness, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices. Sometimes, letting the weak live all worked out for the greater good.

274, short and sweet.
[[Skipping Confutatis because we really need this information.]]

Frost Fyre Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy
#7

What was her fate? What were they going to do to her? Were they going to kill her? Torture her? Beat her until she's a battered, bloody soul, and then ship her back to her home? Or keep her to beat her some more? Oh please let it not be the latter. Please let it not be any of those. She didn't want to die this young. She wanted a kid, a little one, and a family, and she had so much she wanted to do. And if she was killed now, she wouldn't be able to do any of that.

Looking desperately at the mare, she swallowed down her tears and looked at the bloody maned mare. She told the fae they didn't need any information on the Basin, and she just stared deviously, worrying the roan fae even more. Praying to the gods, (wherever they were) she hoped that nothing bad would come to her. She wished to be set free, closing her eyes for the moment before looking at the mare as she opened her mouth. "I'll strike a deal." Perking her ears, the fae listened in, proving she was listening carefully to what the mare had to say. She would do anything, as long as she could be set free, allowed to get away from this place and never return. She took a mental note, one that she hoped she would never forget. She would never again wander to this dark, gruesome place. NEVER.

The mare spoke again, asking her about the Basin's defenses and alliances. Drawing out some of her memory, the fae smiled. "As far as defenses go, I can't think of many. Maybe the fact that we have lots of soldiers, and lady Psyche, the DarkEmpress. She's strong, and leads a large herd. And as far as alliances go, I remember Psyche announcing something at the last her meeting. Something about a contract with the Grey... er, the Foothills. She didn't give us details, so that is all I know. I'm sorry if it's not enough, please.. I just want to leave." She spilled her words, they came pouring out as she tried not to act guilty about spilling information about her herd. Inside though, she felt horrible. She didn't want to know what that mare was going to do to the Basin, or the Foothills, and she thought it was better if she didn't know. Swallowing, she looked at the mares. She blinked, looking at the red haired maiden. "There, I told you what you wanted to know, now may I please, please go?" She tried not to sound so desperate, but in truth, she was desperate. She just wanted to get away from these two crazy mares, away from what ever else lurked here in the Marsh.

She wasn't meant for this kind of stuff, betraying her herd. That's what she felt like she had done, seeing as how she had just spilled information about her herd she probably should have kept secret. But she had no other choice, unless she wanted to be slain by these two... insane mares. (And they probably would've done who knows what to her body.) So she had just saved her own life, but she could have just put her entire herds' life at risk. Inhaling, the fae was torn. Were these horses going to attack her home? Or were they going to attack some place else? "If you let me go, no one will know about this meeting. I won't tell a soul, I swear." She looked at the mare, desperate to leave. She would run away, hide somewhere to cry herself to sleep. She felt so horrible now, betraying her herd like this.

"Speech."

[[frost just worrying about her herd and whether or not she's going to be let go or not.]]

FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.

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Dawn is coming
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Phaedra the Opulent Posts: 343
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE
Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None Aud
#8
I've gone astray. And all my flowers turned to dandelions.</style>



Do you hear what I hear? A song, a sooooooooong, high above a trees, with a voice as big as the seaaaaaaaaaaa.

At least, with a voice as big as a blabber mouth child.

But that's all I hear, other than the shifting and condensing of bodies, as the chill creeps into their bones, and hardens them. And do you know why sugar, that's all I hear?

Because

I

am

i n v i s i b l e

With the return of the Moon bitch, as Phaedra has come to think of her, after their lovely time together, Phaedra's magic has returned in full force. With it, comes the specific trait that allows her to do what comes so unnaturally to the golden-girl; to go unnoticed. The ability to move invisibly, was likely the greatest gift Ophelia could have ever given her, when the Gray triumphantly took the Foothills over. Her lithe body moved with not a sound, and even the hoofprints she left in be it sand, or snow, looked faded and lacked the lustrous shine to judge them as fresh. With temperatures rising in her home - for she had seen certain meetings that she thought would have been impossible to occur - the Golden Girl relied on her skills now, more than ever.

Voices ahead.

High above, her body blending in well with the pitch of the eternal night, Stella's dark eyes took on the scene bellow with mild interest. Every so often she would flash images down to her bonded - a creature here - a group there, but nothing that seemed out of the ordinary, or noteworthy. Still, the spy moved soundlessly, never dropping the veil of silence and impermanence that surrounded her golden form.

[Permission to use Chameleon Magic in this thread. If not, proceed as you normally would.]


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