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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || With the end of Spring comes Summer's warm embrace. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life, for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.


Character of the Season

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
.. Cool your fever ..

Pair of the Season
Ipomoea and Messalina

Quote of the Season
Bexley gives him a cold, dark, beautiful smile. “Wanna see a trick?” she asks, eyes glowing with feral self-satisfaction. The bare of her teeth in a mock-grin is nothing less than terrifying. “I can make you see ghosts.” do the hungry ever sleep?

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All Welcome - For the birds
Silas — Day Court Commoner Signos: 40
▶ Played by Lauren [pm] Posts: 3 — Threads: 2
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10
▶ 6 [Year 496 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16.2 hh Bonded: N/A

The morning air was the perfect temperature. Cool enough to be balm against the blistering heat that would soon appear as the sun rose and began to bake the earth, but warm enough to prevent the unexpected chill that makes you want to bury yourself under the covers. The wide river was soft in its passing this morning, surprisingly tranquil compared to the normal roar. On the sandy bank it trickled by, catching small granules and rocks as it went. Birds chirping, starting their day, was the only sound layered on top of the soft lapping of the river.

His lips were submerged as he slaked his thirst, but his eyes were up, watching his surroundings. It was boring, really. The river, the plains, the day. No one about, nothing to do. There weren't even any good trees around for him to scratch his antlers against. But his ears twitched to and fro, listening almost desperately for anything to relieve him of the dullness. The dullness that anyone else might have called a gorgeous summer morn.

A fledgling landed next to him, not two feet away. He lifted his head just slightly from the water's surface, water dripping slowly from his lips. It seemed to have been stunned, or perhaps something was stuck on its wing that was keeping it from flying. It chirped, helplessly grounded. It wasn't yet full grown, nor did it have all its feathers. A gentle smile crossed his face as it cocked its head and peered at him.

He shifted his weight, and crushed its small body beneath one hoof with a sickening crunch. Without lifting his hoof again, he went back to drinking.

Histe — Dawn Court Commoner Signos: 10
▶ Played by ali [PM] Posts: 1 — Threads: 0
▶ She/Her/Hers Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 497 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Merikh (Cougar)
you can't find the words so you scream instead

"Shut up!" Histe snapped, her loud voice ringing out across the empty -- or so she assumed -- land. To her right a flock of birds squawked and took flight, startled by the sudden interruption of her voice on an otherwise peaceful morning. To her left Merikh rolled his amber eyes and huffed. "You know I'm right." Was his reply to his striped companion. "I said shut up!" Histe repeated a little more loudly this time, to which Merikh responded with a snarl.

This was their normal. They would argue. They would fight. Then they would be friends again, hunting and eating together as they always had since they'd been bonded together.

"If we stayed in Helovia you'd be dead." Merikh persisted. "You couldn't beat him in a fight. You know it." His insistence that she would have met her death only made Histe angrier and angrier with the cougar. There was no way in hell he could have killed her. Absolutely. No. Way.

"Dead and rotten." Merikh pressed on. "Food for the maggots. And me." He then leveled his gaze on the mare. "I'd definitely eat you if you died."

At first Histe didn't know what to think about that little tidbit of information, but then her temper flared. Her ears disappeared into the thin strands of her mane and her blood stained lips pulled back from her teeth. Merikh knew the telltale signs of when his bonded was about to attack, so he was ready for it. By the time her head shot forward and teeth snapped at where his face would have been he'd already run several feet ahead.

Histe was not far behind, bellowing her anger as she thundered after the cougar.

But the chase was cut short by the scent of fresh blood. She stumbled to an ungraceful stop, nostrils quivering as she scented the air. Her skin prickled with delight because there was nothing better than the smell of fresh blood. She just needed to find where and who it was coming from.

That wouldn't prove to be difficult, however, because there was only one other horse around. She had missed him before because of Merikh and his stupidity, but now he had her full attention.

The blood stained mare stalked toward the stallion and when she was only several paces away she stopped. The blood she had smelled was definitely coming from him, but she couldn't see any fresh blood on him. Her pale eyes traveled across his body, then down his leg and stopped at his hoof. Peeking out from beneath it she could see part of ... a wing?

So he had killed a bird.

"You gonna eat that?"


i'm a little rusty with her, but i'll get better 




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