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Post by Storeh on Jan 18, 2011 19:42:46 GMT -5
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Vaiveahtoish regarded the ashen natures of Terra Delle Liberta with a degree of attentiveness as the precautious stallion entered the main portion of the neutral lands. The Konjou herd leader had a purpose here, of course, for the spirit elemental would not have traveled from his seat in Animus Elegancia for the idle conversation of weather. Truth, he was here for a serious matter, one which he had taken much care to observe as well as ponder over for many months. Vaiveah was always taking much restraint to learn as much as he was able about a situation before becoming involved. However, as news of the shuffle in Terra Di Fuoco, he learned a great many things. The time to act was of now, before the sparks could be kindled farther.
As it would appear to be so, some of the Fire Lord's 'army' was made of inexperienced children who did not know how to act in battle. Though the two horses would had survived the attacks with injury, the translucent stag also looked at it another way. The two were, in supposed, equines of non-elemental decent. One such as himself, as well as the other leaders of the land, would be essential. He would try and band together the herds of the land, elemental or not. He would try and persuade them to see the fact form his standpoint. The longer they waited, as they had been doing, the more time the fire elementals had time to gather strength.
The massive stallion stopped just inside the borders, for it was not his place to intrude into lands he may or may not be welcomed into by the Lord of the Land. Lassan. The stag had met him before, though that history was lost, and it was of little importance if the ebony stallion remembered him. He had sense, and would make a powerful ally. Vaiveahtoish was experienced as well as intelligent enough to know that more than other elementals would be needed to win this for the good of Isola Dei Dei. Snorting quietly to himself, he rooted deep into the snow, ribs moving outward as he breathed deeply to steady.
A deep bugle was released into the icy air of winter's grasp, the tone low but able to echo off the cliff overhead. It was an unmistakable thing, for a herd leader calling another was a sort of arcane ritual, for the trumpeting proclamation was not of claiming, but of request. The spirit Lord stood, still as well as to the full height he was able, proud head high, gaze watching for the stirring.
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Post by Vel on Jan 18, 2011 20:23:13 GMT -5
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The stallion scraped his ebony hoof against the contrasting snow, in search of something decent to eat. He had lost some weight over the winter due to insufficient food. He had left all the good food to his herd members, rather than taking it for himself. His herd was a very valuable thing. He could not afford to lose them. What ever he had to do to keep them happy, he would.
Lassan looked up as he heard his raven friend, Giltrent, calling for him. Lassan patiently waited as the black bird landed on his back and ruffled its feathers. "Yes?" Lassan asked, knowing that this wasn't just a chat, Giltrent was here to tell him something. "There's a 'orse 'ere t'see ya Lassan. Me thinks 'e's from one of the elemental 'erds. 'e don't look dangerous, but if I were you I'd best check it out jus' in case." Giltrent said to the stallion. "Thank you Giltrent" Lassan said as the bird flapped off.
The ebony stag broke into a canter and quickly reached this intruder that the raven spoke of. "Hello sir!" Lassan called out, stopping a safe distance away. The stallion did not look like he was here to cause harm, but Lassan could never be too careful. "I hate to be blunt, but what are you here for?" he asked as he took a few cautious steps closer.
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[/color] Muse: Icky as always. I never have muse for poor Lassan.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 18, 2011 20:38:18 GMT -5
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Vaiveahtoish granted the Lead of Liberta the extent of his shimmering orbs, not being as so marked to stare as the stallion declared the need for presence statement, the cause of his arrival, just as he knew it would occur. The massive framed elemental took this time to bow low, as was custom, to the ebony stallion, the long strands of his crystalline mane brushing the ivory that blanketed the earth in this region. After a tension-pressed moment, he rose once more, not bothering to shake the droplets of ice from mane as he decided it was best to go ahead and give Lassan the answer he sought. The stag could not help but notice the look of malnourishment upon the ebony's pelting, feeling at once guilty. Animus had an abundant expanse of grasslands, especially considering he alone resided in its depths.
'I am Vaiveahtoish, Spirit Leader of Animus Elegancia.' He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts after the introduction, though he doubted it would add enlightenment to the opposite's thoughts. 'Pray, I am here on a very serious manner. I believe it concerns Terra Delle Liberta as much as the other herds upon the isles, for the growing threat of war is looming before us. I extend an alliance, for I hold in regard that all herds should be offered the protection, as well as the assistance of all my resources. I wish to bind us together if this shall become what they believe it to be.' His smooth voice carried far, and he was open to answer any questions upon the manner, for he knew there would be many.
Bowing his head to touch the velveteen muzzle to his chest, the Konjou waited with patience. Liberta was a stronghold, something he wished to strengthen. Lassan was a sort of arcane legend, that he knew. An alliance would benefit them as much as himself, and the rest of the Elemental herds. With almost a sigh, he waited for what he knew would occur in another passing moment.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 18, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
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Bringing forth little witness to the circumstance of the chosen time of passing bestowed into light by the stallion Vaiveahtoish, the emaciated stag marked passage into the lands with labored fashion, the ivory treadings beneath the wake of his hooves leaving almost cautious crests in the previously undisrupted terrain. Time was of the essence, or so the audios rang clearly in the folds of petaled ears, given to him by the Konjou before his own departure to this very land. It was no order, however, and Stranger knew this well. Vaiveah was requesting his presence, nothing more, and had no wishing to enforce it. weathered frame swayed slightly as large head was lifted to gaze with bottomless orbs into the distance. It was there he found the key to the salvation of the lands. Something about the past cradled this piece of earth, bringing forth little unease as withering stallion moved forth to take the place by his supposed friends side.
The hollow gaze fell forth upon the stallion that Vaiveahtoish was addressing, the leader of this herd, as well as land. Stranger blinked back the images that lingered at the edges of his eyes, the fine features of his face drawn as he stood solemnly as well as quietly beside the much larger stallion, almost as if a shadow. Shakily, he exhaled, quivering from the cold that dug under his portruding ribs, the skin quaking as pelting provided little warmth. Stranger bowed his head slightly, watching the ground for a moment as silence seemed to reign in this place. It was a hollow sound, yet had feeling to it...a noise that poured deeply into his subconscious. The thought of an introduction did not enter his mind as the stag raised his gaze back to the ebony Arabian.
The winter seemed to have played upon the lead, for Shiminege could see his thin frame, making thoughts rippled behind lids. Thin bones, still forms, eyeless sockets. The imagery brought forth a racking cough, splitting his lips as he wheezed into the icy air. He was alive. He would live. Breathe. Breathe. Heartbeat. Blink. Listen carefully. A thin line of smile offered itself across his sharp form to the Arabian once more, as if in peace, though he knew his presence here had little to offer. Stranger knew much of war...of death, of sadness, and pain....but maybe...he would shape a future worth living...for he knew so much of the broken shards of past.
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OOC: *laughs* Stranger is a bit of a killjoy.
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Post by Vel on Jan 19, 2011 10:18:54 GMT -5
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Lassan relaxed a bit when the ivory stallion introduced himself as the leader of the Konjou. Lassan bobbed his head in greeting. "I am Lassan, leader of this land." he offered in return. From how this strange elemental approached him, Lassan knew that he already had an idea that Lassan was the lead of the land. Perhaps he did not know his name, though Lassan doubted it. He was pretty well known around the island now that he had one of the largest herds.
He listened very carefully to Vaiveahtoish's words as they flowed out of his maw. An alliance, eh? Lassan knew that this stallion's group was for the good of the matter, just like Lassan's own herd. Liberta had a very close tie with Rocas and a free-raoming family in the dark lands as their allies. Perhaps it would be smart to add this group as well. There wasa huge benefit, seeing as this group had very strong powers. "An alliance would be a wise idea." Lassan said with a small nod. "To inform you, my herd is in close ties with Rocas as well, perhaps you would like to go to them too." he said, knowing it would be a plus for everyone.
Another thought then struck him as Giltrent flew down and perched on a nearby branch, listening to the converstion. The ravens. This stallion should make connection with the ravens. "My herd and my allies use the ravens to communicate. They are very loyal to us, especially since we provide a home for them and offer them portection." he suggested, hoping the stallion might think of inviting ravens into his new land.
The Arab's head lifted as a black, emaciated stallion wandered over to Vaiveahtoish. Lassan quickly conected the two horses and relaxed. "Hello." he greeted the newcomer with a nod of his head, hoping that the stag was friendlier than he looked to be.
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[/color] Muse: Icky as always. I never have muse for poor Lassan.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 19, 2011 22:03:13 GMT -5
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Vaiveahtoish did not waver even the extend of a minimal degree of the attentiveness he offered Lassan as he heard Stranger's approach from behind. The footfalls were easily identifiable, the pacing dwindling steps that left indents upon his conscious. The Konjou had little ties with the emaciated mixed breed, but the stag himself had an infinite extent of knowledge that was of much use, being of time descent. Tuning into the words, digesting each in turn, he soon nodded in a foreseeable agreement, taking the needed time in bowing noble head to the raven that had taken perch upon the other lead.
'It would be an honor to accept them into Animus, if they so choose to reside there. Furthermore, upon your suggestion, I shall travel next to Rocas to discuss things of nature with them as well.' His head dipped down in respect before the next words were uttered. 'I thank you for your time, Lassan of Terra Delle Liberta,'
Though skeptical in the importance of such an endeavor, he looked then to the newly arrived agent, ears flickering in wonder that the weathered stag had the energy to stand, let alone travel the ways into these lands, for this light gave grace to his hollowed frame. Pray, each could be counted! Vaiveahtoish knew, if he was to achieve alliances in the slightest, he must let the ebony Arabian know all of his own plans, as well as knowings. Knowledge was the kindling fruit of success. 'With a pardon to any inconveniences I might be hosting, may I introduce you to my informant, The Stranger of Our Holocaust. He is of one of the lasting remaining strands of Chikoa breeding.' The translucent stallion's hope was to have the other introduce farther knowledge, for he hated to be the one to preach idly about another upon things that he may or may not know the extensive meaning upon.
With the allure of humbling actions, the massive formed Elemental took a collective step backward, dipping his head to almost turn all attentions to his partner. It was something he had learned in the days of his fighting years as a warrior, turning the tides of attention in a way that would seem most effectively natural. Ears flickered back in neutral assistance, he thought with rapture over the next course of actions. Rocas. Then, where? Everywhere. He would have long weeks ahead of him, indeed, as the Isola built walls around him. Vaiveah was not to be caged!
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The reigning tasks of fitful illusions played little heed upon facade as the tidings of superlative natures were turned over to the decaying form of observing stag. It came as a startling realization, for Stranger was not a horse of many extended words nor speech, hardly able to express any arrant train of birthing thought not a matter of how long he chose to dwell upon such tidings. What would appear to be the own shriveling stallion's choice had been withdrawn as more than gesture upon the typical tone of announcement, as well as his opposite's taken gait backward. Weathered form was hardly a Lord by any means, nor a herd member by binding forms. Mother War never did the world any justice, that very turmoil the most regular in occurrence from all of his wonderful memories of past happenings. The world's undercroft was made of bleeding flesh scarred by more than bulletholes ripping mankind apart. Mother War was not at all picky aout whom she choice to bear forth her battles.
The Stranger of Our Holocaust raised the thin line of hollow sack of skin to the minimal appreciation of height, stepping forth with muscles strained to bow low in fashion to the ebony stallion Lassan. Bones cracked sickeningly as tendons groaned under thin pelt, the trendils of such risen by the waking hints of winter terbulants. He retracted this formal gesture, refined features blank as the stag fixed his bottomless ebony oculars to the lead, careful not to stare. 'Please pardon...my unannounced intrusion...into your homeland...' Lung wheezed slightly with the very efforts it took for him to convey the words, a cough racking his form to shiver core as soon as it was finished. A thin smile quaked along his sharp tones, etched deeply as he offered what little of expression he could to the brilliant pelted ebony. He was sorely out of place among these princes. A stray...to be kicked. Mind exhausted itself with the quinessential wonderings of tired questions. They would crack open his mind to inspect, but what would they find? Old images, broken bodies, and so much bitter ash.
The ash was a thing of collected beauty to him, sinister symbolism conveyed as clenching fingers grouped for an extended hand in icy grasp. The color of sickly skin, paled by agen hopes, the praying plead for spring to return...dying with a painted smile upon vacant expressions. The glass eyes gazing to the heavens in wish. So many dreams crumbling as the air is filled with ash. Ash of the millions burned to quench the thirst of the time-old call. Never. Peace was unattainable as long as life existed. The Elements reigned upon the breathing. Breathing in the cellophane, the heavens pressing down. Down. Pinning the wings to the ground. You were never meant to fly.
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OOC: *laughs* Stranger is a bit of a killjoy.
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Post by Vel on Jan 21, 2011 19:56:26 GMT -5
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Lassan smiled at the Konjou's words. "I must tell you that Rocas went into battle with the Zunden a while back and lost almost everyone, including their leaders, Fiana and Torchwood. The only ones that survived the horrible ordeal was the heir and new leader, Char, her half brother, and the lead warrior Phantom. I suggest that when you go into that land, try and speak to either Phantom or Char." he told the stallion. "You see, Bullet, Char's half brother, wants to take over. If you go to him, he might try and work angles with you. Char is still young but a very promising leader, just like her mother. Phantom is an older mare who you would not think to be a mare at all with how she acts. Anyway, she is advising Char and helping her to become a good leader." Lassan informed him, trying to give him a brief insight to everything that had been going on in his hopeful new alliance's lands so he would make the right decisions and choose the right words.
Viaveahtoish had welcomed the ravens into his land as well. This too pleased Lassan. "If you would like, I could send a raven of mine to let the word around. I know there are many ravens in the dark lands who are nothing but innocent targets for the sick games of the dark-hearted." he noted sadly. At the mention of the ravens, Giltrent flew over and landed on Lassan's back. Lassan glanced at his feathered friend for a moment before looking back to his new ally. "If you would like, Giltrent will show you an easy way to Rocas and perhaps help you find who you are looking for there." the stallion offered, knowing that the bird was a very loyal friend who was always willing to help.
Lassan was then introduced to Stranger, the emaciated stallion who had joined them. He looked so out of place, but Lassan was not one to judge. He offered the stag a warm smile and said "It is a pleasure to meet you Stranger. I am glad that you have come here today. Perhaps you are to be witness to a point in the history of this island that will be remembered forever." There was just a feeling Lassan got off of this new horse that almost made him feel a high degree of respect. Strange how feelings like that were so strong at times.
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