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EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Ipomoea - 12-09-2017 It’s that Time of Year…A cold season has settled in, bringing frost and snow to much of Novus and turning it into a winter wonderland. Here in the northern reaches of the Elutheria plains, it seems to cover just about everything: the ground is coated by a soft blanket of it, the tree branches bow beneath its weight, the animals have taken to their shelters, warm in their burrows and secret places. The world is white as far as the eye can see. Some may find it dreary, depressive, content to slumber through the winter the way bears would. Others, however, may just find their new world perfect for snowball fights… and snowmen building.
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art by neverrmind <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is an official Novus event thread, with a surprise waiting at the end! Anyone who joins by Monday, December 18th will receive a 150 signos reward and will be “in” on the story to come! Come help Ipomoea build a snowman! You’re welcome to help Po build his snowman, or begin building a bunch of your own! ;D RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Cynix - 12-10-2017
CYNIX
day met night At two years old, Cynix was almost fully groan, filled out more than the awkward creature he had been, and standing at a hefty height, closer to his father than his mother when it came to that. His mane hung in thick braids, and his tail was the same, flicking while feathers ruffled at he base, long and elegant. Honestly, he had finally decided to walk out of Denocte and make his way in other lands to meet new faces, to carefully slip past his mother and leave her unworried in her handlings of the Night Court Sages. The stallion shook his head, his wings flapping a little as his eyes flickered, and he smiled when he saw someone in the snow, frolicking about. For a good long moment, he watched curiously, nervously pawing at the snow with a feathered front hoof, wondering if he should approach them or not. Honestly, there was probably no harm in it; Maxence was gone and the tensions between Night and Day were a little.. less than they had been. That and he could defend himself should he have to, though he doubted he would have to at this point. Sucking it up, Cynix took in a breath and trotted forward, kicking up some snow as he did and flicking his ears forward, a little eager. "Are you looking for something?" Cynix felt his feathers ruffle, and a few fell out. He'd been molting recently, and almost eagerly he picked them up with his telekinesis, holding them aloft with a bright shine to his eyes. "Can we add feathers to it? What.. is it?" A snowman wasn't something he knew, at all, and this was a new experience. He had gathered though that this equine in front of him had been building it though, so maybe he was looking for things to add to it? @Ipomoea || WING BUDDIES RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Isorath - 12-12-2017
RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Tamran - 12-14-2017 tamran
the faithful I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really
He didn't know why he left the desert, but he didn't think he'd be gone long enough for anyone to notice, if they cared. The boy was used to going unnoticed, ignored even, and didn't think much of it as he slipped away from the Day Court, following the paths he had seen others take on their ways in and out of Solterra. Almost immediately after leaving the hot desert sands, though, the world became a blanket of white and cold in a beautiful and dizzying array. His cloven hooves, so suitable for traversing the sand, proved equally well adapted for the snow as their broad toes kept him from sinking and floundering too deep.
It was beautiful, but it made his chest ache for it's loveliness. He felt unclean a dirty copper stain against the brilliant white, and almost retreated back to the desert he was built for, colored for. Voices on the wind, however, drew him, and the young stallion carefully made his way over, his fine ears pricked as he watched an equine(who barely looked like a horse) descend on jagged wings, and that was when he saw the other two. All of them, save one warm brown stallion, were larger than himself, heavier and in truth scarier, and so Tam crept forward in caution, catching the tail end of conversation between the winged equine and another youth who bore wings on his head. In fact, when he looked again, all three of them bore wings in some manner, as if this gathering was only for those who sported them. Not wanting to intrude, he hung back, watching the brown stud with winged feet dig around for something in the snow next to... well, Tamran didn't know what that was. It was lumpy, made of three roughly round sections of snow, and all in all looked very... strange. He hung back, even more confused than before as he watched the brown one dig for something in the snow, his lilac gaze dropping to the cold stuff around his own feet. What was going on? @Ipomoea @Cynix @Isorath - im so sorry this sucks XD It'll get better i swear, workin out his personality/style RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Messalina - 12-15-2017 M E S S A L I N A . // Winter had arrived, and with her descent upon the land, Messalina felt her spirit lift in a way that only the snow’s frosty kiss could induce. The season of holidays and rejoice had warmed even Mother’s heart, and she’d release the girl from her lessons and practices with an almost tender warning to “keep out of trouble.” She reflected upon these memories with fondness as she wrapped her velvet cloak tighter around her shoulders. Rumor was that the Eluetheria Plains boasted the most bountiful display of snow in Novus, and Messalina had set off bright and early that morning to see the sight for herself. Thankfully, the rumor had been correct—the snow thickened the closer she was to the Plains, and when she finally arrived, the whiteness of the undisturbed blanket before her was blinding in its magnificence. Were it not for her red cloak, the ivory-pelted girl would’ve blended in seamlessly amongst her surroundings. Her braids fell across her eyes as she lowered her head, nose lightly touching the frozen ground. How cold! Lifting her crown with a start, her frosty eyes danced as an idea flashed across her mind. She’d observed the other children building one of these on many a wintry day from her window, and once she’d even tried it out herself, attempting it under the cloak of night. She’d failed miserably. It was a collaborative effort to build one of those snow-men, and with her own strength alone, she'd found it impossible to place the balls of snow on top of each other. But Novus had gifted her with telepathy. Surely she’d be able to build one herself now. ~~~
Messalina had thought herself alone in the discovery of such an untouched area of the Plains, and was thus appropriately startled as voices arose from behind her. Quickly, she kicked over the sorry mess of a snow-man she’d been sculpting, releasing a breath of frustration. Heaven forbid if another caught her next to such a pitiable creation! Snow-sculpting would never be a skill of hers, it seemed. She abandoned her toppled work without sparing another glance towards it and headed towards the flurry of noise, curious as to whoever else had ventured out as she did to these snow-covered plains. A crowd of four emerged as she neared, one hanging noticeably back as if he did not belong among the others. Squinting her eyes against the blinding light, she traced out the form of a familiar painted figure. Ipomoea, the Emissary of Dawn. Messalina did not recognize the others surrounding him, but it was her duty to greet her Emissary, and—her eyes widened as she noticed the snow-man next to him, so perfect in its alignment. How he managed it, she did not know; but a smile graced her face regardless as she approached. @Ipomoea, @Cynix, @Isorath, @Tamran notes: joining in on the fun! ;u; RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Adelheid - 12-16-2017
RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Eden - 12-17-2017 It was the first time that she had seen snow since she left the mountain temple that she had called home for so much of her short life. The sensation of bittersweet nostalgia battled with the overwhelming sense of joy that set her amber eyes aflame - the past and the present had circled to meet her here within the Eleutheria Plain, memories of foalhood mixing with new beginnings and faithful companions. There was something about snow that brought out the youthful side in anyone, that eased the weight of responsibility from shoulders and let a creature breathe with new freedom. Turning her gaze to her left, the striped paladin grinned widely at the hulking form of Leviathan at her side as they crossed the border into the snow blanketed plain. Eden still wasn't quite used to the stallion's new skin, but she had to admit that if he was handsome before while dressed in black, he painted a striking picture in cream and gold. Moving so as to bump his muscled shoulder with her own, the lass swung her wildflwoer adorned head toward a group of equines in the near distance, "Do you want to build a snow man or do you want to get pummeled by my expert snowball throwing skills?" For the first time since Solterra had lost it's Commandant, she felt whole. @Leviathan sO short but so sweet RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Avdotya - 12-17-2017
RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Rostislav - 12-18-2017 Fuckin' cold. I mean I've got some serious blubber on me to keep me warm in the winter but that doesn't mean I like it. How many Russians do you know that want to go to Siberia, huh? None. Except the crazies but they're their own breed. The rest of us get shoved out there and no one likes it. Duh. So with all this snow whirling around me, the deep snow with my hooves crunching down on it... Yuck. I glance back at Damaris who trails faithfully behind me. She's not a fan of the snow either - we tend to bond over it. Of course I hate it Rostislav, but try not to be a complete grump. Look, there are others. I look back ahead and see she's right. I don't know many of them of course; only two of them are familiar to me. One, whose name I don't recall - a golden thing. Then there's Avdotya. I stare with hard eyes. A frosty crust as hard and cold as the world around me covers my heart. She was one of the two to take me from Denocte as a prisoner for the Sun Court. I manage to swallow a snarl, but Damaris has already begun growling for the both of us. 'Shh - let's not stir anything up with... witnesses.' We both silently agree to try to calm the fire in our hearts, and move a little distance from the gathering of horses. They all are building... snowmen. And other interesting creatures. Damaris and I stop and stare at the snow. "I'm glad we have a little telekinesis here, or building anything with snow would be more than a little difficult." A gruff laugh escapes Damaris's jaws, and I begin to gather the snow together. Building into balls with my mind, Damaris uses her snout and paws to help shape the snow. A snowman begins to form.... Rosti thoughts | "Rosti speech" | Damaris mindspeak Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
RE: EVENT | Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?! - Eik - 12-18-2017 flerp |