You and your court are cordially invited to the Wedding Reception and Celebration of
Callynite, Sovereign of Delumine
And
Huehuecoyotl.
Taking place in Delumine, Fall of Year 507 [On October 13th, 2021]
Feast will be provided, with options for all types of diets, with many games and activities to intrigue your minds and need for adventure:
Delumine:
Courtyard: Feast, Dancing, Mingling, Resting Area, and open stage for any entertainers wishing to compete for best entertainment.
Viride Forest: Labyrinth to explore, the minotaur not included (If you come across one, alert Callynite right away as it means Huehuecoyotl will need to spend their wedding night in a dog house)
Illuster Meadows: Olympic Games
The Library: Collection of Roman and Greek Story Books, History Books and Artefacts to enjoy.
We look forward to seeing you all there for a time of great fun and merriment!
You and your court are cordially invited to the Wedding Reception and Celebration of
Callynite, Sovereign of Delumine
And
Huehuecoyotl.
Taking place in Delumine, Fall of Year 507 [On October 13th, 2021]
Feast will be provided, with options for all types of diets, with many games and activities to intrigue your minds and need for adventure:
Delumine:
Courtyard: Feast, Dancing, Mingling, Resting Area, and open stage for any entertainers wishing to compete for best entertainment.
Viride Forest: Labyrinth to explore, the minotaur not included (If you come across one, alert Callynite right away as it means Huehuecoyotl will need to spend their wedding night in a dog house)
Illuster Meadows: Olympic Games
The Library: Collection of Roman and Greek Story Books, History Books and Artefacts to enjoy.
We look forward to seeing you all there for a time of great fun and merriment!
You and your court are cordially invited to the Wedding Reception and Celebration of
Callynite, Sovereign of Delumine
And
Huehuecoyotl.
Taking place in Delumine, Fall of Year 507 [On October 13th, 2021]
Feast will be provided, with options for all types of diets, with many games and activities to intrigue your minds and need for adventure:
Delumine:
Courtyard: Feast, Dancing, Mingling, Resting Area, and open stage for any entertainers wishing to compete for best entertainment.
Viride Forest: Labyrinth to explore, the minotaur not included (If you come across one, alert Callynite right away as it means Huehuecoyotl will need to spend their wedding night in a dog house)
Illuster Meadows: Olympic Games
The Library: Collection of Roman and Greek Story Books, History Books and Artefacts to enjoy.
We look forward to seeing you all there for a time of great fun and merriment!
The morning had started just like every other, nothing new. She had started her day with a cup of coffee on the bed in the rented room of the inn. It was nice, but she wanted a place to put down real roots and have her own space. The thought had been plaguing the young mare for weeks now, the desire to belong and have a real home for the first time. The draw of her sister being close enough to see was nearly overwhelming at times, a part of her still struggling with the emotions of the past. There was still a simmering pool of rage under the cool efficiency that the mare worked with, a fear and hatred that none had really ever seen. Even Bella, who knew the ordeal and trauma from their pod. Those thoughts had pushed her from her bed and into the clinic where she could work beside her beloved mentor and let herself learn more and more.
That had been her morning, a start of pure chaos in her mind. Now that she was settled into her work, her thoughts cleared and the little mare was focused. Perhaps a little more focused than usual as she tried to erase the thoughts and emotions. It seemed like a haze settled over the world around her, making her a touch more careless than usual. A blade slipped from the table, opening a small wound on her shoulder. Or at least, she thought it did. A frown crossed her features as she glanced back to assess the damage and it was gone. What in the world?
Shaking away the confusion, the little mare dove back into her work. Her mind was more settled, focusing on the patient that had just walked in. The young colt was swaying, clearly not feeling well. It was early, though she could smell the remnants of a night out. There was an underlying scent that she didn't recognize, but she shook her head and directed the colt to a treatment area where she could dive deeper into the mystery.
She spoke to the colt, learning what she could both from his words and his body language. He had drunk way more than he should have, but there was something odd. Bits of memory that had disappeared from his recollection, moments of haze. Frowning, she started to take his vital signs and try to learn more from there. That was when she noticed it again. The scent that she had noticed when he came in. Something bitter. What seemed like a whisper in her mind urged her forward. “Look deeper.” Pol felt a spark within her, like a bit of light that was trying to direct her inward. There was an unease the clutched at the little mare, unknown happenings being something that freaked her out.
”I dont have magic… That is something Bel has.” She found herself murmuring, her voice nearly silent as she was examining the colt. ”Are you certain, daughter?” The inner voice asked again, though this time it was familiar. There was a tone, a cadence to the words that brought back thoughts of her past, of the pod… of her mother. The happy mare that had cherished her family. The mare that had protected her pup with her own life.
”Mama?” Pol asked softly, startling the colt as he glanced back to see tears in her lavender eyes. The thought of her mother’s voice was overwhelming, making the little mare shake. Forcing herself to step away for a moment, she gathered her composure and took a few deep breaths.
When she came back to the colt, she was more hesitant, yet curious. What was the voice pointing her toward? That spark seemed to flare as she stepped closer, the little mare nodding as she let the spark free. There was an almost sparkle to the blood as her mind seemed to swim in his veins. Then she caught the scent again. A small streak of sparkles caught her attention, the color emerald rather than crimson. Something that didn’t belong. It didn’t smell of alcohol, but rather more bitter and almost caustic in scent. A drug of some kind? The mare started to follow the streak, wishing she knew how to chase it from her patient’s blood.
”Magic, my daughter. You are stronger than you think and can do much more.” The voice was encouraging. It seemed so odd to try to figure out what the voice meant. What her mother’s voice meant. Pol had a moment of wishing Bella was there to help her figure this out. Wishing Bella could tell her if she was truly hearing their mother’s voice. Was she going insane? Shaking the distracting thoughts away, she focused more strongly. That was when she heard the pained moan from her patient. Focusing too hard seemed to be uncomfortable to the colt. Pol pulled back a bit, enough that she was still following the odd streak, but not enough that she was asserting her dominance over the blood itself.
”Whatever you are… You have no place in this colt.” Pol growled softly, her magic causing the crimson blood to become stronger than the taint. As she watched, the streak of emerald was overtaken and disappeared from the blood. Withdrawing, she swayed on her hooves. Pol leaned against a table for support as she spoke to the colt and gave him a few things that would help him to feel better. After a short conversation with Lu, Pol turned and padded out of the clinic.
The trip home was a mess, the little mare swaying and struggling to stay alert enough to walk. She paused here and there to catch her breath and balance, leaning against buildings as her legs shook. When she saw the inn in the distance, Pol let loose a soft gasp of relief. Each step seemed to be a workout, an eternity. But the stubborn healer refused to give in. She made it to the building, then to her room. Once inside, she locked the door and collapsed in the bed. Before another thought could cross her mind, a wave of warm blackness pulled her into sleep. A sleep that would last for two full days.
"Speaking"
@ Notes: Short Quest for Pol’s magic <3
Walking - or rather limping - to the Hospital in Terrastella, Benedict kept one leg up. While out searching for ore and minerals, he had stumbled and twisted his right front leg. That wasn't all; a vein of ore had stuck out, digging into his flesh. The man had winced but did not cry. He'd had worse done to him, that's for sure.
Managing to leave the mountain range behind, Benedict carried himself back to his Court. He had tended to the wound best he could so a trail of blood did not enter the border. A quick rummage of items he had with him was all it took to apply a gauze. He was no healer, but it was the best he could hope for.
"Hello?" he calls out now, the halls seemingly empty as he steps into the area. Maybe someone was here that could assist him properly? He would like the leg to be cleaned and sanitized for sure. "pardon the intrusion, but I have injured myself..."
The land was different but the scene was always the same, it was always a beach that she'd find first. Maybe part of it was because in the back of Io's mind she was hoping that he'd show up like he always did, but she'd never admit that. Instead she'd bury that deep down, pretend it didn't play into her decisions, and refuse to acknowledge it in even the slightest of ways. She's become a master at refusing to face the truth until it hits her square in the face and so far she's wracked up a good handful of incidents due to that nasty habit.
The chill of the autumn night bites into her bones with each step Io takes along the beach, her legs wet and hair sticking to her from when she'd stood in the water and let the waves crash into her. A shiver runs down her spine, making her regret ditching her cloak somewhere outside of Caeleste, and frustrating her more than she already was. Her frustration mainly stemming from the fact that she was alone, again. Somehow she always ended up alone in the end and at this point in her life she's beginning to think it's a sick joke from whatever God's are out there. Chandrakant you little shit. She knows very well that her missing companion can't hear her, hell she can't even sense him. Io doesn't even know where he's gone but she's fairly certain that he's wreaking havoc for someone somewhere. During one of his complaining sessions about how he didn't want to get his paws dirty the two had gotten separated outside of the borders of Novus and when Io crossed them he was gone. Her magic was nonexistent as well, God knows if she had it she'd be warmer right now. In short: She was alone, magicless, frustrated, and cold.
It's the aching cold that brings her back to reality, away from her frustrated thoughts about how her companion was most certainly causing issues somewhere. Stopping in her steps Io looks up at the night sky, the moon hanging low in the star scattered galaxy above her, and a thought crosses her mind. Am I still somewhere up there? In another land was she still a constellation hanging over the sky with Acrux? A curled ear twitches at the thought, filling up the silence with the sound of jingling from her earring. The golden mare knows she should keep moving and find somewhere for the night if she wants to stay warm but the thought clings to her, keeping her in place to stare up at the moon.
"Talk." IO'S NATIVE LANGUAGE, HOVER OVER ME Thoughts Chandrakant
Tags » OPEN but also gonna tag @Luvena just in case <3 Voice »Liv Tyler as Arwen OOC » Sorry this is my first post in a while so I'm kinda rusty -cry-
io kairavi
I am nothing without pretend
I know my thoughts, can't live with them
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe.
If I cannot satisfy one,
I will indulge the other.
He howled for minutes, hours, possibly days - he wasn’t certain, nor did he think to stop to ask anyone how long he locked himself away. For all he knew, the mountains quaked with the ferocity of his pain, but he paid no heed to it. He had had her, in the only form that was proper despite how much his heart yearned for more. Awkwardly stiff, maybe, but he no longer had to venture without her far beyond his reach. Then, she was gone.
She was gone.
The letter she left in her wake did little to quell the maelstrom of emotions that seized Gaston. Anger was chased by grief, followed by a sense of loss so heavy upon his bones he thought he might break. He barred the doors to his rooms, turning away anyone who dared to approach and endured the cycle of rage and anguish...Until his sanity caught up with him. Without a moment to spare, he made his goodbyes and left in a flurry of raven feathers to follow her. He had lost her once; he wouldn’t lose her a second time. Magic had torn them apart and now it would bring them back together, Gaston determined, or he would tear kingdoms apart looking for her.
He was, perhaps, grateful for a brief moment for all the experiences he had had in his long life. Adventure, intrigue, and a dash of murder had made him a decent tracker. Plus, a golden mare that shimmered like the galaxies in the night sky was not so easily forgotten by a simple passerby. An ironic twist of fate that Gaston would have to rely on the dirtier tricks he had learned since leaving his knighthood behind to find her trail, but no one had to know, right? Yet he knew, deep down, he was making the right decision. If he was to be a vagabond for life, so be it. It would be worth it as long as Io was at his side. With her, he knew he could do anything. As adventurous as his life had been, Gaston had not expected it to have taken such a drastic turn as had these last few years. If past-Gaston could meet present-Gaston, his old self would have been in for a rather rude surprise...Then laughed at his present self for being such a fool.
His mother would have been proud, Gaston mused, as he was finally hot on Io’s trail. The pale matriarch would have been proud of her son for finally chasing his dreams; for chasing love and not power. He wondered idly if she would have liked the choices Gaston had made, but there wasn’t much use in thinking “what ifs” when he needed to remain focused. Being able to fly had allowed him to cover the distance between them far faster than had he been on foot, but something curious happened. One moment, he was flying at a swift but reasonable pace...Then the next he was suddenly free-falling towards the ground as if he was rudely shoved from the sky.
The jet stallion scrambled to recover, barely getting his hooves under himself in time. Gaston stumbled forward upon landing, catching himself with grace despite the sudden turbulence. Disoriented and angry, Gaston did not like the predicament he found himself in. "It's always fucking magic," he muttered darkly under his breath as a sneer twisted his lips. His garnet gaze darted about as he tried to discern the reason behind the impromptu landing. When he found nothing but an idyllic meadow stretched around him for as far as the eye could see, his ire spiked. Someone or something was playing a rather cruel joke, one Gaston had no patience for - then the breeze shifted, and he knew. She was here, just within his grasp.
He would find her and make everything right, no matter the cost.
tagged: none notes: Ignore the broken code - should have it fixed soon!
"Speech." Thoughts.
On the look-out for any herbs in particular, the moon shone down on her shadowed form regardless of her progress. Though she knew of some aquatic plants that grew here, Salome was more interested in the basic yet useful moss. Regardless of what happened between her and Gareth, having come upon him a few nights prior, the Court never slept. She required more coin. Time to gather and sell her wares.
And for that, she needed wares. Salome had not partaken in gathering for some time. She had been away from Novus, and Denocte. Autumn was barely felt, the shivers that caused some folks to stop only drove her forward. She was... always going to be cold. It did not matter, her personal comfort. She soon found some moss on a fallen log, slipping haphazardly into the water. The woman moved toward it, expertly preening the moss.
While it would be useful to bare her fangs and 'claw' at the plant, she would instead defer to her hooves. Thin strips of moss were gathered and placed to the side. Salome was too focused on her task to really react to the other being, but she could hear their heart beating... Closer. Closer. Until they were almost upon her.
he lands of Novus were so foreign, so new. Different than what he had come to expect, but also familiar in some small way. He was here to find some type of new materials to work with; coin was becoming scarce as the autumn slowly turned to winter. Benedict needed more if he was to survive it. His 'shop' was more or less a roaming caravan - not a stable thing.
He'd only been here since the beginning of autumn; these things took time anyway. He'd continue to learn, perhaps find a master crafter, and then open his own dwellings somewhere. The Courts were basically like four noble houses, and he did not feel limited to just Dusk. He could roam anywhere that wasn't currently warring with his 'home'. Benedict refused to call it a place of rest; only a temporary solitude from the rest of the world.
Novus was one step toward peace. One step toward something unfamiliar to him besides a land with a name. He sought... peace. He wanted peace. He desired it. Nosing along the beach, he bit back a sigh - most of the materials here had been picked clean. He shouldn't be surprised or disappointed. Raising his head from the ground, he spotted movement in the distance. It was coming toward him - but did it even want him?
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Fang has yet to venture from Denocte’s peninsula since his graceless arrival in Novus. Perhaps it is because he clings desperately to what he knows, but he would not say he is particularly familiar with this place—not yet. Still, for whatever reason, he hesitates exploring past its borders.
The large stallion finds himself perched at the precipice of a mountain, leathery wings hovering at his sides, their lengths half outstretched with muscles poised to thrust him into the skies. But his hooves are grounded, tethered to the cool stone beneath his feet. He can feel his heart beating in his throat, encouraging and pushing him right to the edge—just one step—but it is a rhythm that builds and builds and builds without ever reaching its climax. He cannot say how long it is that he stands there, unmoving, before he finally resigns himself to his reluctance.
As if a heavy blanket is draped over him, Fang relaxes his posture. His rounded ears flick backwards, wings tuck in against his flanks, and his head slowly falls in line with his shoulders. The embers of his eyes trail behind him, taking in the sight of the prairie that sprawls out below the mountain range, its grasses painted gold beneath the sun, and the vast lake whose surface glitters like a polished mirror. It is beautiful here, but it is not home. I miss you, his heart cries—lamenting the death of his revered goddess, mourning the destruction of his people’s empire, and grieving the loss of his companion.
Home is gone, he reminds himself.
It still hurts.
(Oh how it hurts!)
Wishing the sorrow away, the red stallion grows restless beneath the weight of his grief. He strides forward, his steps heavier than usual, pressing against the rock and gravel that shift beneath him. The path is precarious—he could take flight, but he doesn’t. There is something about choosing to walk through these craggy stones that feels too fitting.