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.
8-16-08: Alright, I'm pissed off at a lot of sites that I previously tried to affiliate with cuz they refused to put up my banner and totally ignored my affiliate requests. Therefore, I'm done affiliating with people from now on, just because they make me want to scream. ANYWAY... if you're a random guest that's just arrived, please take a look around and ask any questions about the site in our guest-friendly cbox. Thanks for visiting Eo, and we hope you like what you see.
-Befera
[season image here]
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
.Bring.the.Winter.Bring.the.Past. [.Ranjit.] « Thread Started on Aug 26, 2008, 9:56pm »
Damp fog clung to the mare’s dark coat, fairly dripping with the moisture bound within the thick swathes of airborne vapour. She trod softly beneath the overhanging boughs of the emerald trees, the rustle of her hooves no more than a sigh against the sodden earth. Tendrils of cold trailed from the mare's tentative nostrils, trickling down her slender neck to mix with the mist of the glen. All was quiet here tonight. Nothing moved in the branches above her. Even the air was silent and heavy, absent of the soft hum of insects or the trill of birdsong. The only sound was of the trees, absorbing the existence of the forest and exhaling dense and ageless life.
Soft and searching, the mare’s gaze flitted about the tree trunks. In her eyes the image of her surround glowed, reflected by the dim silvery radiance that filtered through the canopy above her. The mist, hovering primarily about the ground, reached its spidery fingers into the low branches, caressing the tender buds that were just beginning to form on the trees. It wound up against the damp bark, climbing in the same patterns that it was on her own contrasted body. The mare’s nostrils flared wide, and with the motion the fog shuddered, quaking once and then giving into the pull of air that flowed to run down her senses. She was attempting to catch the scent of any other beings that might have moved through the glen, though the thick moisture in the atmosphere made the holding of scent difficult. A few strains of equine-tainted air reached her and she paused in her step for a moment to decipher them. Her eyes closed. She was concentrating, sifting through the smells, searching for one in particular.
Success did not lift its face to her. Every essence was aged, hardly detectable against the fog and the passage of time. Even so, the mare knew that the one she sought had not traversed this road. For a moment a cold lick of anger lashed against the inside of her chest. Her ears flicked back against her skull and she shook her mane, tempted to scream in her frustration. It looked as if she would give in to her temptation, but just as her eyes reached a green glint she lowered her head and let everything out with a single breath. She would not fret over what she had not been in contact with. He may yet find her.
The mare’s hushed footfalls seemed to ring harsh in the depths of her fluted ears as once again she began to walk, cruel as the slow sigh of winter against a land of warmth. The mare’s head dipped, her thin nostrils exerting a soft burst of discernible air. The breath of winter. It was the embodiment of her very soul. Frost was not only her name; it was her nature.
[Sorry it’s not great. I was distracted by my friend while I was writing lol. Miss you. <3]
Re: .Bring.the.Winter.Bring.the.Past. [.Ranjit.] « Reply #1 on Aug 31, 2008, 1:13pm »
Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again…
The clinging mist that swirled its way around the trees of Emerald Glen was causing the feathers on the hessian's hooves to dampen and stick together, making a soft sucking noise every time he lifted a huge cannon to move his frame. A look of anger passed across his facade for a moment, then he forced himself to relax. It was not the fault of the fog; if it was anyone's fault, it was the stallion's, for making the decision to come this way today. It was, he believed, early morning; believed meaning he couldnt really tell, as it was always dark in the Glen. But lets pretend it is early morning, shall we? The stallion breathed in slowly, eyes raking the surroundings for any sign of life.
So, why was the King here? He wasnt sure himself. Something was drawing the hessian to come this way. A heavy head was slung sharply, flinging bugs and tresses out of his bloody eyes, allowing them to gaze around again as he continued on one of the barely noticable paths that wandered through the huges trees and bushes of the Glen. The soft thuds of his hooves were really the only noise that could be heard for several meters around. That was unusual; the Glen was normally one of the loudest places in Edaria. And yet, today, it was silent. Or nearly silent, he corrected himself as the sound of a soft birdcall went through the area.
A slight change in the wind brought the hessian to a halt in midstep, one foreleg held in the air as he lifted his skull to scent the air. Nostrils flared out wide enough to show the pale pink on the inside of them, then became slits. The hessian ajusted his course now, off the path he was on and onto another one to the left of where he stood. His movements were a tad quicker, more urgent now. A new scent had entered his nares and was now stuck in his mind. A scent he knew from somewhere, but for the life of him, he could not remember where. The stallion paused again, breathing in once more, then started off even faster. A mare was near by.
Moments later, he stopped, peering out at a mare he had not seen for many years. In his mind, she had always been the essence of beauty, the perfect vixen. But, then, he had been young when they had met; Ranjit had not known his way around in the world when he first met this beauty that now stood in front of him, barely a hundred yards away. A lovely mare, black on white, he thought, anyway, with, if he remembered correctly, black eyes that always gleamed green. Had he loved her? No, never, but for a while, they had been friends and had bred together. And now, here she was, in the flesh, appearing like a ghost back into his life. His kissers parted on their own, against his will and a single, rasping word escaped from them: 'Frost.'
I still press your letters to my lips And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss I couldn't face a life without your light But all of that was ripped apart… when you refused to fight
"Frost." The voice of the stallion thrilled her senses, scattering them like a whirlwind against fresh snow. It had been so long. Frost had been alone for far too many years. A quick pulse of green rose into the mare's otherwise steady eyes, but there was no other visible expression of the instincts thundering within her chest, roaring almost out of control and threatening to drag her toward the impressive beast before her. Forcing herself into collection, Frost slowly turned her fluted ears toward him, dipping her head ever so lightly in response to his call.
"Ranjit."
His name seeped from between her lips, silver and daunting and full of quiet allure. Frost's long black forelock swept down in front of her eyes, covering her small star as she started toward the brute. Her legs carried her effortlessly across the ground, her trot more of continuous drifting flight than a gait at all. Her poll was flexed as she came at him, her head tucked neatly, angled toward her chest. Both her mane and tail floated out behind her, stark and beautiful against her black hide. The mare seemed as part of the mist. She was as the essence of fantasy, the horse of some love-struck child's dreams.
Pushing a gentle pulse of cold air through her flared nostrils, Frost hesitated as she crossed him, sending a single intoxicating breath into his senses. Her movement slowed to a walk and she circled behind him, looking the stallion over with an experienced eye the glowed of soft emerald. Her velvet lips parted and his name sighed from her throat once more. This time her voice was lower, more seductive than before. Her hindquarters brushed against his, the white strands of her tail draping briefly between his hocks.
"Ranjit. You have become quite the brute in our time apart."
A small smile crossed Frost's lips as she came to face him, pausing with her face only inches from his.
What has come over me What madness taken hold of my heart To run away, the only answer Pulling me away To fall upon the night The source of my recovery Sweet shadow taking hold of the light Another day has been devoured Calling me away, begging the question Why
The low thudding beat of the hessian's heart thundered softly within his massive chest, excitement pulsing through his veins with every beat. His bloody eyes never left the vixen who ws slowly coming towards him, a wraith of absolute and somehow frightening beauty. Frost had always been, in his eyes, lovely; she was gorgeous now. Her tresses and whipcord flowed behind her, bouncing lightly with every single step that she took. Her black eyes were gleaming green and Ranjit found that he could not look away from her. Her sweet scent drifted into his nares and he drank it in; a mix of mare and somehow, honeysuckle.
Pricked auditories flicked slightly as she spoke his name. As she was studying him, he was doing the same to her. As a young mare, she had always seemed to be lanky; she was perfectly porprotioned now. Her pelt gleamed healthly and it looked as though she had nary a scar on her lovely bodice. The steed twisted his nape around to watch her as she traveled around him; as their haunches touch, the stallion allowed a low sigh to slip from between his tainted labrums. She spoke again, murmuring his name in a low, seducing tone of voice that made Ranjit's eyes flash wickedly. Her compliments thrilled him and he did not know why.
A low, equally seductive laugh escaped his cords. 'And you, my lady Frost, have developed into quite the vixen, since I last laid eyes on you.' The cruel red eyes were soft and yet cold at the same time; he was not in love with her, no, yet she had always held a place in his soul. Her past amused him; born and raised on a horse farm, only to slaughter the people training her and to run away. The hessian shifted slightly, drawing his muzzle along hers, not gently, but not so that it forced her to move her own skull. She was delicate, and could not be treated like the other mares. 'You look...well.'
This self discovery Redemption taking hold of my mind A serenade of haunting voices Calling me away To feast upon the night So much felicity Dark maiden taking hold of my hand Lead me away from hibernation Strong and unafraid Never a question why
Pressing her skin against the stallion’s more firmly as if to counter his thoughts of her delicacy, the fem blew through her fine nostrils once more. This time though she took her given breath back almost immediately, dragging with it Ranjit’s own scent. Her lids dropped heavily for a moment, the glimmering green orbs beneath them tipping upward into her skull. He was everything she remembered—everything she had imagined—and more. She let out the stolen breath she had been holding with a soft huff, returning it to its rightful possessor. The brute’s compliments thrilled her as well, but she was loathe to let the shiver she felt inside her surface to her skin, lest it give away what she truly felt toward him sooner than she would have planned.
Frost’s feelings for Ranjit were not so far from his own. She did not love him, nor would she ever, but he was the heat that kept her frigid soul from becoming frozen and unyielding. Her past with the stallion had lived on in her, and though she had left him he had still seemed close in a way that no other had ever been. The mare felt as if no matter where she went she carried a part of Ranjit with her, whether he was aware of it or not. She suspected that this had been a factor in her easy departure; no matter how far she wandered, she had never felt completely severed from him. He was her first lover and a friend. He was woven into her being and he was hers.
The ghost of a smile flitted across Frost’s dark lips as she caught the glint of lust in her stallion’s eyes. The flash sparked a fire within her, burning against her chest. She fought to keep it down, not allowing it to surface. There would be time enough to satisfy them both in the future. First she had to secure her position with him.
Though Frost was almost certain that Ranjit would not turn her away if she asked to stay with him, she could not lower herself to that level. Instead she would take the longer route and have him request her constant presence eventually instead. She did not want to seem too eager, after all. She was a mare of stature and dignity and she did not take her pride lightly. Staring up into the stallion’s eyes and remembering once more the twisted gleam that she had brought from them, Frost pushed in closer with a soft smirk.
”Mmmm, Ranjit, we’re not lonely, are we? Oh, but you must have countless mares to occupy your desires. An impressive beast like yourself... well, let us just say that it's not every day that a mfare gets lucky enough to find a brute of your calliber.”
She laughed, taking her face away from his for a second to nudge his chest before returning to her former position.
[Is my picture of Frost like really contrasty on your screen? Cuz on mine it is but on another computer I go on it's not, and I don't know if it's my screen that's screwed up or the other one so I can't decide whether I should lessen the contrast or leave it since I don't know which one is right. Does it look overly contrasted to you? It's bothering me. xD]
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