|| Alliances to Action.

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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish lingered his ivory clouded oculars upon the seemingly vast expanse of barren landscape that had unfolded before him as the stallion made the transfer from Terra Delle Liberta with the raven. Audios lingered upon his ears from the earlier meeting with the leader Lassan, whom had easily directed him to Rocas after their own working of alliances. Nostrils flared slightly, the icy breath of winter chilling him as he stood, a frozen silhouette in the very entrance of the 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. 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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[bg=gray] 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 barren expanse of limitless landscape that Vaiveahtoish was regarding with what seemed to himself as a vacant gaze. 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 lingering thought of extended audios rechanneled themselves into the weathered chain of thought he was currently hosting, making time seem to fade in itself as strands refused to make cradle. "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." What the Arabian Lassan had addressed him with left him breathless, struck deeply. The meaning haunting as he tried with failing effort to grasp a hidden meaning. Genuine. A pleasure? But it was not the fact that he had been clearly addressed that made him wonder. Witnessing a point in history that will remembered forever. A shiver collected through his very bones. History will repeat itself....lingering forever....

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Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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