As you look out from atop
this mountain past the clouds
and fog that hang in the skies,
below you and to the north
is the vast expanse of Akono Basin,
and your new home.
Long ago, a filly was born in the lowlands, possessing the power of foresight. She was taken from her parents by the King, and made the Oracle of the herd. The Kalfex attacked Edaria, demanding to see the Oracle for themselves. In the chaos of the battle, Edarian rebels moved to the wetlands in search of freedom, calling themselves Nadek. After the battle, the Queen was found dead, and The Oracle was captured. The King committed suicide days later, and Edaria quickly chose a new King and attacked Nadek. The new King was killed by Nadek horses in battle. After the Oracle died at the young age of six, the Kalfex soon began attacking both herds, realizing that if they were to defeat them both, that they could finally leave the flatlands. Now, the three herds fight for control over the basin, and each other.
This is Eternal Opposition.
Welcome to the war.
Choose your side carefully,
and be aware that the future
is no longer predictable.
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-Befera
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Year One Spring
Changes: The ground is wet and muddy from the snow in most places, but grasses are beginning to grow again along with some spring wildflowers. All ice has melted from water territories. Tower Point is now accessible. Normal day heat is returning to the flatlands and nights are quite cold.
Breeding: Yes
Foaling: No
.things. are. shaping. up. to. be. pretty. odd. « Thread Started on Aug 16, 2008, 12:21pm »
little deaths in musical beds
Dawn was breaking slowly, the sun slowly rising up over the horizon to spread her rosy light throughout the Highlands. Milky fingers of white stretched over the sky, then started to shrink down as the sun continued his way up into the heavens, slowly spreading warmth over the land known simply as Dosia's Tree. The lightning-blasted oak tree was gilded briefly in gold, then returned to its normal hue, the sienna hued bark, and the bone-hued color of the tree's innards. Part of it lay on the ground, split open from the top of it, almost all the way through the trunk to where the stump was. It was a lovely tree, living on and growing still even though it had been struck by lightning.
Pale mane fell in front of eyes that were still closed with sleep. The silver dapples in her cocoa coloured pelt shone wonderfully as the light swept over her. Her head hung low, one hoof cocked up in sleep, and her sides rose and fell slowly. Her nares flared out suddenly, and a deep breath was drawn in; her petite head lifted slowly and she looked around, blinking in the bright light. A low, satisfied sigh slipped loose from her kissers, coming out a puff a mist in the still chilly morning air. The vixen stretched her neck out then tossed her head to get the mild crick out of her neck, slinging silver mane around. Wide, bright silver-grey voids blinked as she once again looked around.
This was Tempestas's third night of being here at the lightning-blasted oak, having been staying here for a while rather than with the rest of the loners. But then again, that was why they were dubbed loners; they kept to themselves. The femmora gave her head another toss, flicking her mane out of her voids and taking a few, flightly step forward, her banner flowing out behind her as she pranced. Stopping about fifty yards from the tree, she lowered her skull and let her mug brush along the newly grown grasses, dew coating on her kissers and whiskers. A slight smile parted her lips and she lifted her head, silver tipped ears pricking this way and that.
Her petite head dropped again as she deemed it safe to eat. Her lips wrapped around the wonderful grasses, enjoying the way they tasted as she chewed them slowly and swallowed. She had always thought that the terra-firma that surrounded the struck tree known as Dosia's Tree had the best tasting grass. The rumors said it was the spirit of the flicka who had been killed not far from here in the same storm that had attempted murder on the tree; perhaps she was the one who made this place scared. Tempestas wasnt sure, and to be truthful, she really didnt care. All she knew was that this was a wonderful place to come and rest, think and just be alone.
Re: .things. are. shaping. up. to. be. pretty. odd « Reply #1 on Aug 16, 2008, 1:06pm »
Morning grew over the hills in the east, slowly but confidently. The temperature rose slightly as the sun looked cautiously over the basin. Small rocks and pebbles from the side of the mountain effortlessly chipped off from their mother and rolled down her side as movement that they couldn't control shook them from their resting place, like prisoners forced into the sky. Gravity forces everything downward, but some of us climb higher regardless of the pull of the earth.
It had been a long trek from the flatlands to this elevation on the mountain. It was an unusual place to be for one that spends his time with hooves in hot sand and dry air in his eyes. The air was much cleaner here, and the moisture of the morning breeze caressed lungs so used to inhaling the golden dust of the plains, kicked up by the fierce wind that lived there. Daylight was on it's merry way, and soon the sun would rise to give life to what had slept peacefully in the night.
The stallion chose to make his journey past the plains and the lurking borders of Edaria into loner territory for one reason and one reason only: heat would not be an issue. It's common sense for flatlanders to know that traveling at night is much safer than during the day. One that didn't know that fact wouldn't survive long on a summer day in the plains. It's best to stay in the shadows or near something wet. In loner territory, this is never a problem.
This was the brute's first rip to loner territory, but he had a few ideas for this area that he wanted to explore further. He figured that visiting the loner territory could assist him with this matter. A soft but chilling male voice cut the silence of the morning. 'The loners really have it made up here'. The brute looked up from his path, and began to survey the area with glass-like eyes. 'No wonder everyone's allowed in loner territory. It's like paradise—' Sliding hooves and a heavy grunt briefly shook the quiet daybreak. 'Paradise with a little exercise, apparently'.
The original quiet feel of the mountain eventually fell once again. The occasional bird twittered and a squirrel would leap from one tree to the next every once in a little while. Still scaling the high mountain, the brute could see the top of a tall and awkward-looking tree not far up ahead. Kicking small rocks under his heavy hooves past him, the stallion quickened his pace, feeling the ground becoming less steep as he passed the last of the large pine trees of Misted Forest to his left.
The sun was higher now, and morning shadows spread along the ground like blankets for the new grasses. It was peaceful here, and memories of happiness as a colt started to appear in the stallion's mind. It smelled of pure carelessness this high on the mountain, and even if Mordant found nothing else here that interested him, it was good to be away from the wasteland of a territory he owned.
Re: .things. are. shaping. up. to. be. pretty. odd « Reply #2 on Aug 16, 2008, 1:28pm »
i don't wanna follow death and all his friends
The vixen lifted her crania slowly, the scent of another being slowly making its way towards her. This did not alarm her; there was no reason for it to. The loners did not bother one another; no, they were not foolish enough to do that. If there was another horse coming close, the mare doubted any words would be exchanged, doubted anything would happen. The loners hardly ever spoke, hardly ever interacted with one another. Why would they, when all they wanted in the world was to be left to their own devices, left to do whatever they pleased, in a world, in a land with no rules?
Skulla dropped again, lips once more finding the sweet spring grass that she had been feasting on earlier that day. As she breathed slowly in and out, her breath no longer showed in front of her face as mist; the sun had warmed the land to a comfortable temperature that, in Tempestas's view anyway, was neither too hot nor too cold. Indeed, this could very well be classified as the epitome of a early spring day; the clouds that rolled off of Misted Forest were light and fluffy looking, just the perfect shade of white, neither too thick nor too thin. The grass had lifted itself erect and was just right to eat and the dew that still rested on it provided a wonderful bit of drink.
The vix lifted her skull again and gave it a light flick, annoyed at the pale strands of mane that continually fell down into her silvery voids, blocking out her vision for a moment or two, until she gathered the needed energy to toss the strands away like should would a bothersome bug. Her banner lifted itself and lashed against the cocoa hued flanks, stinging her sides lightly for a moment before the pain faded; the moment shooed the scare number of vampiric pests that so desperately desired her blood. She moved forward slowly, continuing the eat, keeping her movements slow and careful so as not to step on any grass that she might want to draw into her maw.
The fae loosed a low sigh from chocolate kissers and lifted her skull once more, nadars flaring as she breathed in deep, the scent of a brute coming her way. And yet, unlike any other vixen, she was not worried, not at all. For all she knew, the brute was a loner like herself, just moving on through the land in search of something more than the life they lived now. The vix flicked an audit, bright eyes glinting in the sun as she turned her lithe frame and pranced her way back towards Dosia's Tree. Her daggers stabbed into the terra-firma with more force that was truly necessary, but all she was doing was showing off. To no one, yes.
The sienna hued mare came to a halt beneath the side of the tree that was still somewhat standing. She tossed her skull to shoo the bugs away from her ears and eyes and shifted in order to hide herself in the shade. Full and sastified, Tempestas was just about ready to let her body rest a little bit. She knew it was about time to head back towards the Hillside, the place where almost all the loners hung out, when they were in need of some company. Indeed, the solitary vix rarely went there, but there was no reason why she shouldnt at least go and make sure nothing new had happened, to make sure the loners she was actually friends with were safe, to the extent that loners could actually be safe.
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