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  The first step is the hardest (Liam)
Posted by: Uzuri - 02-01-2022, 03:54 PM - Forum: The Dusk Court - Replies (8)

Second Sovereign Voting

@Liam has offered @Uzuri a seat by his side on the throne. It is up to the court whether or not she is fit to wear the crown.

Second sovereign voting will follow the same rules as normal sovereign voting. Only those with a character in Dusk court may vote, with only one vote per member. @Marthanoir and @Chaosy may not vote. If voting maybe, please let us know your concerns! You will have until 03/04/22 at 11:59pm novus time to vote.



Pure of Heart

It was time. Not that Uzi felt any more ready now than she had when she first returned back to Dusk, to her home. There were still echos of her past, the muscles that itched to return to training as a warrior, the scent of her mother long hidden in a fold of cloth in her home. The memory of the stallion that had made her feel visible again after so long. But those memories were not ones to hide from any longer. She had done just that, hiding in her shop day and night, drawing beauty from steel and finding herself once again.

But this day was not one for the forge. This was one that she needed to take to do the duties that she had once held. Not long ago, the multi-colored mare had been the Dusk court champion of battle. She had been so proud for that role, had trained her entire life to take that spot in Dusk… and now she felt so adrift and invisible once again. Staring at her door, the portal that would take her far from the safe haven she had created, Uzi took a few deep breaths. There were faces she would recognize, those she longed to see again. A new sovereign, rumors that one familiar face had become sovereign before she returned and then disappeared from sight. "Rhône…" She murmured softly, taking a breath and glancing at her bonded. The canine was snuggled warmly in her blankets and Uzi was loathe to bother her.

Taking that first step was hard, the knowledge that she was trying to find herself once again even though she was not the mare that had left. Padding out the door, she moved with a muscular gait that betrayed the warrior within her heart. The many years of near religious training that had molded her body into a weapon just like those she now created. Memories flooded her as she walked, but she let them ebb like waves. How many of those that she had adored were still here? Were they all gone like Rhône? Sighing softly, she moved into the court proper and gazed at the citadel. Would this leader even know of her name? Would she be spurned away yet again?

Entering the first room, she glanced around her. She lifted her head and gazed at one of the guards. "Excuse me, I was seeking out the sovereign. Would it be possible to see him?" She asked, her voice more solid than she felt herself. 

"Uzuri"
"Neema"
@Liam
Notes: Poor girl is still so lost lol

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  Thought About You
Posted by: Pangaea - 01-31-2022, 12:41 PM - Forum: Arma Mountains - Replies (11)




P a n g a e a

when i open my eyes
in the morning, i thought of you
i look out the window, i thought of you

The days had passed by with an undercurrent in the air. A slight nervousness that made butterflies in her belly every time those soft amber eyes turned her way or that gentle smile was gracing his features. The most gentle warmth threatened to undo their carefully orchestrated distance from one another. He tended her wounds reminded her to rest every time she attempted to assist him. But now, there was an extra charge of energy - the knowledge that their time isolated away in this cave was coming to a close, and that thought was even more terrifying than the occasional touch to her skin creating electricity where ever he touched, a charge that rocked her to the core.

Nights went by easier, peaceful, when the urge to touch him was weakened by the now unconscious snuggle, as he would hold her as they both settled into sleep, surrounded by shared scents and the soft crunch and crackle of the fire. Would this change when they reached his home? Would she be left to her own devices, curling up with just herself, yearning for his warmth, his comfort, him. She stretched out her ankle, testing the joint carefully from the fresh bandage applied earlier that morning, the wound still tender, but already her weight was supported well enough for her to maneuver around the cave to assist in gathering any supplies he wanted them to have with them for the rest of the journey.

It was a relatively quiet day, and she could feel the slight tension that she wrote off as being a sense of impeding travel, the knowledge that tomorrow would be the first day they would leave this place after being struck by the blizzard, and then giving her enough time to rest. Her eyes aren't on any sort of task she was to be doing. However, her eyes followed him as he busied about the cave as if he were a worker and rushing to get things done. He'd been at it for a while now, and with a sigh, she approaches, still being careful with the tender ankle, even as it's light support of the bandage - she may have to suggest double layering the linens tomorrow before their descent from the mountains, for extra support to help her move better, faster.

But that's a topic for later. Instead, she comes up his side, her muzzle dipping to gently touch his shoulder, and she can smell their combined scents on him, feel the way it did something to her stomach, "Before you say you can't rest, there's too much to do," She starts, unintentionally demonstrating how well they've gotten to know each other, "Just tell me what I can do to assist. And don't even think for a second you can placate me with any 'just rest for me' nonsense. I am feeling well enough to at least help you, and we have to travel down the mountain tomorrow, so I better start off slow now with walking on this ankle again. So, where can I help." Her words are gentled with a playful smile, honey eyes flashing with warmth as she looks up at her medicine man with a gentleness reserved for him alone nowadays.


blankly another passes by again

"Speech"
Thoughts
@Gareth
Notes: She's like, don't start. Just let me help you.


would you think about me
i thought about you
everything around me gets
coloted by you with familiar scent

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  Don't wanna be here
Posted by: Savannah - 01-29-2022, 10:23 PM - Forum: The Night Markets - Replies (4)

savannah


sometimes i don't wanna be here
it's a living nightmare, i don't wanna be scared
looking at myself in the god damn mirror
things will be alright, you just gotta say a prayer

Panic clung to him, choking up his throat and drying out his mouth for every second he was here. It had been eighteen minutes, forty-three seconds, and four milliseconds since Syn had forcefully pulled him into this 'outing'. All kinds of lies about him needing to make friends and be social. So far, he was hiding in the shadows while Syn continued to pour drinks down his throat. Attempts to loosen him up apparently. Foolish attempts they were. He has had five shots, two beers and three random fruity drinks shoved onto him so far. And the bitch he called his best friend didn't look ready to stop either. He'd passed the last fruity drink to a flighty dame who had slobbering a kiss to the exposed ebony of his right cheek before staggering away. Disgusting.

He shot a sneer at his best friend, eyes harsh in their dual color, one pastel pink, the other a rich baby blue. "Absynthe. I wish to retire for the ni-" He wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence as he was pulled onto the dancing by the fae, "Absynthe!" He hissed in dismay as she kept him corralled, even as he stood awkwardly among the dancing crowd, "I absolutely despise you, Absynthe Rose Froste." He snarked as he finds an opening and escapes.

He loses sight of her for another thirty minutes, but is still being passed drinks by the bartender he suspects is in cohorts with his best friend. He finally chooses to escape, stumbling through the crowds, searching for Syn. He was going home damn it. She appears out of nowhere, cooing concern and he suddenly finds himself set down by the bonfire, heat reflecting off the charmed cloak he wears like a safety blanket, and he glares as she passes him another drink, "Absynthe, I do not wish to ingest more alcohol, I wish to retire for the eveni-" He is startled when she tries to tug at his hood, "It is staying on, Syn." He warns before his muzzle drops open in shock when she informs him that she was off to spend some time with a stallion, and expected him to mingle.

She disappears, leaving the mage slack jawed, his blue and pink eyes wide, and a mixture of black, purple and blue locks slightly visible from the edge of his hood from wherebSyn managed to flip it back enough to expose a little of his cream and onyx face.  "By the grace of Lady Morrigan, I'm going to turn that fae into a newt." He huffy, pushing the alcohol away with one pale blue hoof, but staying down, eyes staring at the bonfire, attempting to sober up a little before he would try to journey back to his workshop. At least by the fire there appeared to be less bodies to press close to him. And as those odd eyes swept the crowds, he did have to admit the men flashing about wasn't so bad to look at either. But that was likely the alcohol talking. He didn't need relations anyway. It would just distract him from his work. He was better off alone. His gaze returns to the fire with a shake of his head, feeling his horns catch on the fabric of the enchanted hood, annoyance crossing his face as he restraightens the cloak, hopefully before anyone could catch sight of his unfortunately memorable looks.

He should have stayed home.



"Speech"
Thoughts
@Alecto
Notes: <3 teehee

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  I've become so numb
Posted by: Caelum - 01-29-2022, 08:39 PM - Forum: Praistigia Cliffs - Replies (4)


Caelum
how can you see into
my eyes like open doors?
leading you down into my core
where i've become so numb

Caelum had been to many places throughout Novus in her time here.  

Had met a number of new friends, and reconnected with old. Yet, there was no sense in denying the loneliness in her heart. Some used the pain: Luvena and her kind understanding, Boleyn and his energetic needling, even Seb and his odd way of making her forget the hurt.  She still didn't know what to make of his mysterious ways that could make her forget her troubles. But she lived up with rather solitary life. She didn't eagerly join the others, meet up with friends, especially in the Winter. 

When she would spend her days alone in her empty tea shop.

She knew it wasn't healthy, yet she couldn't help herself. The cold temperatures made it hard enough to brave the outside world, and since her running with Seb, her heart had been hurting more than it had prior. She didn't want to run into anyone she may know. She didn't want to make them worry, or worse, lie to them. So she'd been hiding awand hiding away. 

But then things got worse.

She'd see him in the shadows from the corner of her eye.  All cocky smiles and tsnder expressions, but when she would turn he would be gone. Or she would see him walking down the hallway, into her bedroom. She would rush to catch up, his name a desperate plea on her lips, only to be met with an empty room. She would hear his throaty chuckle from behind her, so deep it would rattle her bones. Or feel the leather of his bat like wings caress her cheek when she squeezed her eyes shut.

She was chasing a phantom.

And while it broke her heart to admit it, she had to get away from it. The dainty fae had ran. She didn't lock up her shop, turn the sign to close, or even grab herself a cloak to protect her from the chill of the wind. She had to get away, and quickly. The air was freezing, frost clinging to her delicate wings even as she flew from the lake, from Denocte's lands around the gulf of the sea. Desperate for a place to hide.

She touched down at the cliffs.

It was now out of need, rather than preference. Her wings now too heavy with ice to support her, she shivered as she looked out over the waters. The cold wind tugged at her long, loose ivory locks, stinging a hide and build fit for warmer weather. Ice crystals clung to her eyelashes, tear tracks frozen in place on her cheeks. But the cold grasp of winter on her delicate body did little to chase away the pain in her heart. 

The ache remained.

"Speech"
Thoughts
@Mannon
Notes: <3 I missed his character <3 Caelum's just like 'Ah yes, I remember this one.'

without a soul, my spirit's
sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and
lead it back home
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  feral, fatal, felicity
Posted by: Fever - 01-29-2022, 04:51 PM - Forum: The Day Court - Replies (4)

In a dream, somewhere foreign and smoky, the air tastes of ash and it melts on your tongue as if a snowflake. You are moving forward, a begrudging pace, stumbling but you are not sure why. You look down, frustrated and curious as to why your balance has been compromised – you see you are walking on a graveyard of bones. A whisper in the distance would fester into quiet weeping, but you cannot find the source of this infinite wailing – she haunts you. You suddenly see a faceless horse, a ghastly equine who personified an absence of light. This creature was shaped like you, but they were a black hole, fabrics of smoke and spitfire dancing around them. You don’t actually wish to get closer, but you cannot stop yourself, you are not in control.

The black creature lingers, no noise except the sound of scissors cutting, cutting, cutting what? 

As you get closer, the scissors are cutting hair. Black hair drops like ink, each tendril accompanied by more crying, an insufferable melody of mewling that hangs heavy in the air. But it is not the ghoul that laments. 

Who weeps?

Tonight, the question would not be answered; it was just a memory of a nightmare perma-burned into the retinas of a street-dancer trying to earn some coin. She had been accustomed to grazing the few winter grasses that thrived in the sands, drinking the waters that the wilds naturally provided, yet on this winter night, she craved something warm to heat her bones and wine to wet her palette. This dream had been following her ever since her return to Solterra – reunited with her home.

Fever would finish her dance by arching into a refined pose, sylphlike, a serpent poised to strike - a slick of shimmering sweat adhered to her abstract mahogany coat, controlled breathing allowing wisps of hot air to escape her nostrils and dissipate into the frost-ladled night. To her approval, a small audience had gathered, and their hooves would sound a strange applause, a handful of coins tossed her way to encourage more, their eyes hungry for more.

Their eyes would never be as hungry as she.

In a sweeping movement, she would bow gracefully, a spindle of honey spilling onto the floor and whisking away the currency at her feet. She would thank them graciously, insisting should they ever need entertainment to warm them on a cold night, she would never be far from reach.

False promise. She was always out of reach.

And with that, Fever slipped away out of the firelight for another performer to take her spot, the bells on her thigh an alarm that would announce her every movement. A fire-breather had come to perform. Alas, as the mare weaved through the bodies that gathered, a whisper would catch her attention, causing a spotted ear to swivel in the direction of its conjurer.

“Whore.”

An ungodly smirk would touch her black lips, pretending to have not heard the critic, amounting it to jealousy and simply leaving it at that. Perhaps, if not for her pressing need of a drink, she would have taken the time to banter with the jester. Because sure, the viper could certainly kiss you like a whore, but she looked like a fever-dream, and her company was untouchable – wait, no, her affections are generous, her body a church housing many a poor soul who were trying to find seek solace from whatever haunted them. 

The dagger of her smile sheathed and she would move along the familiar adobe buildings, these streets she called home. She too, haunted, a slip of a fleeting creature, un-whole, unwell. Stygian and gold eyes carefully concealed under a lavish frame of dark lashes.

Scum hecklers would never be allowed her company – they were never once invited.

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  church on the moon
Posted by: Antiope - 01-29-2022, 04:27 PM - Forum: Veneror Peak - No Replies

-- --

I
stop and stare at the stone columns, bathed in cold winter-moon light. There are no trees to block the ephemeral blue-white light, no clouds to thrust the world into complete darkness tonight. I am fighting the feralness inside of me, standing there on the path leading to the doors of the temple. I am transported to another time, another night, in the summer. The temple spills gold, hot light, and I am standing in front of Caligo’s effigy, wondering. I am not alone. I am wary, and burning, and tired—I am empty.

And then I am even further in the past, outside a very different temple. It is bathed in red light, and I am bathed in red, and there is a war drum beat in my heart. I am unleashing the lioness in my bones, and my axe is swinging, swinging, swinging. I leave the temple bathed in a different kind of red, when I walk away. I am always walking away from the things I’ve destroyed.

Temples are always finding me. The one I was made in, this one, the small, neglected one where I found Fylax. They refuse to let me forget the divinity in me, or perhaps they refuse to let me forget what I have done upon their altars. My teeth grind in my jaw as I walk up the graduated, well-worn path to the entrance. Why am I here?

Why-

I stop just inside. There is less light in here but it spills in between the columns and filters down through the dead ivy and moss that normally covers the structure. I am still not alone this time, although Fylax chooses to wait outside. I know they are giving me space. I wish the beast was not always in my head.

The interior of the temple itself has not changed since I last saw it. The offerings have changed, of course. Old, broken, rotten ones taken away and new ones given in their place. There are pillar candles of multiple sizes strewn about, though none are currently lit. I stare into the empty eyes of the four god’s statues like I am the trapped thing, wild and wanting to escape. For some reason I feel like I must do this, before I can return to the world. So I do it.

I remember thinking that Caligo should not to trust me the last I was here, and now I wonder if she ever did. If she did, I wonder if she regrets it. I stop at before her and realize that once again I have brought nothing to offer. I am not a worshipper, just a passerby. Just a tameless animal. Instead I grasp my axe and swing it around. With a whisper of its name, the blade comes to light. I tip the blazing hot corner of one of its dual blades down and light a candle.

Now it is just her and I, in the light of that one wan flickering flame. “I don’t pretend to know what you must think of me,” my voice is rough, almost hoarse, but I do not clear my throat, “but I imagine that you know what has become of me, since my dethroning.” Somehow I am still desperately waiting for her to speak, for stars to come to light in her eyes even though I am certain they will not. I did not get the answers I had sought during my last visit, either.

“Do you think I should have fought to keep it?”

It is a thought that I cannot help but have had more than once. Had I given up too easily? In trying to do right by my people, had I disappointed them instead? If they had still needed me, then I had certainly let them down. I have to remind myself that they are my people no longer. I am but a wraith in the mountains, a history lesson; nothing more.

My eyes darken as a chill wind blows through the temple, reaching around the columns and digging its nails deep into my skin. I stand still before the night demi-goddess, no longer looking at her but through her. There is a strange look on my face, like a wicked half-smile. “I am no better than a monster, than a killer. I am no better than those I have killed,” and I know, somehow, that Caligo knows what I am talking about. She must, otherwise what is the point? “I knew that you could not trust me,” I cannot help the choking laugh that escapes me.
over the glowing hill
i will conquer

"Speaking." | oop, what is this? would be a shame if... someone decided to join her...

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  Precursor to Revelry
Posted by: Torielle - 01-29-2022, 07:58 AM - Forum: Illuster Meadow - Replies (9)



TORIELLE

It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams

 

Restlessness was not foreign to the dappled mare. She had been restless when she had been studying in the Sage’s Temple and she had been restless every day since she had arrived in Novus. There always seemed to be something more waiting for her, this air of ‘other’ that was just around the next bend, in the next tome, in the next interaction. While her meeting and subsequent friendships with both Aeon and Veil Nebula had become blessings in her life, Torielle still felt incomplete. 

She had been attributing this dissatisfaction to the lack of her goddess, Gaia. The would-be sage had heard nothing from her deity since her strange and sudden relocation to these lands, and it pulled heavy on her heart to realize that she had grown accustomed to no longer receiving answers to her prayers. Her whole life had been focused on obtaining knowledge, devoting her existence to further and understanding the will of her goddess. Without her, the mare felt empty. The void that had been left in her chest held a perpetual ache, one that she was fairly sure would never be remedied. 

The invitation to the coming Spring festival had been one of the only things to lift her spirits. It had been an age since she had indulged in such activities, and from the sounds of it, the events would be very much like those of her home. She had given up the traditions of her Mother Tribe in favor of Gaia’s wisdom. It was seen as a noble sacrifice, and she had been honoured for it, blessed by every elder and gifted with well-wishes and luck by many before her journey had begun all those years ago. She would be lying if she said that she had not missed the bonfires, the dances, the story-telling, the exchange of wares. The Sages had disdain for such earthly things, material possessions, things that could ground someone so deep that they could not lift themselves to Gaia’s greatness. 

Torielle had never given in to such sentiments. How could revelry, joy and love for one another, for your tribe, be something to keep you from finding grace? It had never made sense to her, and that line of thought, as well as many others, had put a rift between the mare and her mentors. 

Now that she was in Novus, so very far from those influences, the prospect of enjoying these comforts warmed her greatly. It was a pleasant surprise to see that her new ‘home’ of Delumine would be hosting the event, and she couldn’t help herself from wanting to familiarize herself with the location. 

While blankets of white still covered the ground, it was nearing the end of the cold season, and several patches of green earth were beginning to peek through the divots in the snow. The open meadow provided an excellent place to stage a gathering as grand as the one promised, and while the woman walked the terrain, the bells woven between her antlers jingled pleasantly, the warmth of the midday sun staving off any chill that may be seeking to grip her with the last vestiges of winter. 


"Speech." | @Jarek

art by the-day-of-shadow character by scapeh table by sunny

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  Meira x Sebastien
Posted by: Meira - 01-28-2022, 07:29 PM - Forum: Breeding Requests - Replies (1)


Parent #1

Roleplayer: @Elidhu
Name: @Meira
Gender: Mare
Age: 7
Court: Dawn

Parent #2

Roleplayer: @Elidhu
Name: @Sebastien
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Court: Night



Other Information

Link to the required Amare Creek "Fade to Black" thread: https://novus-rpg.net/showthread.php?tid=6859&pid=37086#pid37086

How many total threads have they interacted in? 1, and Sebastien is part of Meira's History and vice versa

What is the current IC season? Winter

Are you using any items? Guaranteed Pregnancy, Choose Gender - Filly please!

If the parents are of separate Courts, what parent will the foal live with? Meira in Dawn

If the conception is successful, do you have an RPer for the foal(s)? Yes @Elidhu

Is there anything else you'd like us to know? This is the design I intend to use for Illia: https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/i...4yZe1S.png


~~~

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  Fly away, little Butterfly
Posted by: Savannah - 01-28-2022, 06:43 PM - Forum: The Night Markets - Replies (11)

savannah


you shine in this pitch darkness
that is the butterfly effect

The stallion dressed in a simple purple cloak was easy to overlook; he'd made it that way. His image a blur of unrecognizable features as he traveled the little used streets. He didn't mind the lack of attention, of company, of anyone attempting to butt into his business. He was on a mission of the utmost importance, or at least important to him. He stood at the doorway, a small box gently being left to the ground, wrapped in a sparkling purple fabric and the a soft gold ribbon. He quietly activated the rune on the note, "Seal, Syn." ensuring that only his best friend would be able to open it. He winced at the flare of magic that reminded him of how weak, how puny this bastardized version of his former ability was. He snorted once, knowing she'd recognize his craftsmanship as soon as she opened the box, found the delicate butterfly inside. He could already hear it fluttering about faintly from it's confines. 

He snorts as he turns away, weaving through the streets, following the same path that was drawn out in golden ink upon the unsigned note he had left her. No words. No explanation. Just a sketch of the path to follow. He slid into his workshop and home, sighing as he shook the snow from his back. His gaze turned towards the fireplace, and spoke the command that would activate the rune he had carved into the fireplace, "Light." The stallion swayed at the rush of magic leaving him, frowning again at his own weakness. It wasn't much that he had done. Activated two runes, but that was already his limit for the time with out a proper rest.

Making a face, the stallion went about organizing and carefully setting a teapot over the fire, organizing raw materials in their shelves, all variety of work to help continue to organize, set up and unclutter the haphazardly tossed about items that had been so cruelly handled by those movers when he'd bout this place. The mage shook his head in dismay, finding another gem smashed into pieces, quietly scooping up much of the mushed glittering dust into a jar that could still be used elsewhere while carefully preserving the larger pieces for future refinement. All the while, his ears remained on the door, for when his best friend would come blazing in as he expected she would. She was always the energy to his collectiveness after all.


"Speech"
Thoughts
@Absynthe
Notes: <3 As promised his first post for Syn

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  Pulling me back In
Posted by: Meira - 01-28-2022, 06:20 PM - Forum: Amare Creek - Replies (1)

Meira

maybe then
I'd feel alive without you


I
t doesn't matter how far she goes, he is always just around that corner. Whether it is in her nightmares or conscious life, Sebastien is always the wolf at her door. Here he stands before her, looking as cold and calculating as he always was. Meira expects him to start whispering sweet nothings to her, and she will give in because she always does. They are doomed to repeat this same encounter time and time again. The sea cannot always be the salve or bite that protects her heart from him. Not even Callynite can protect her beyond the borders of Dawn where she has run to. Like a drug, his magic sweeps over her and she can think of nothing but how lovely Sebastien is.

It is the same dance they dance each time. Beneath the stars their bodies and breath always align. Sebastien is always there to remind her that she loves him, and belongs to him. The man who will soon be barred from entering the haven her Sovereign promised her. Someday soon he will learn what it means to play with fire. Someday she will be able to resist him. That day cannot come soon enough as she approaches him with her gaze transfixed on his face. Sebastien smiles, and she can no longer see the sinister side of him. "Meira" He addresses her, and her name sounds so good on his tongue. "Stay with me tonight. It'll be just as wonderful as it always was." Sebastien promises her with his lies. Meira feels a smile part her lips. There was nothing she could do to fight him, even though that's what she had come looking for.


Strictly for reference to @Meira and @Sebastien interacting for their baboo 

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