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As mentioned above, before all else, LTTS was designed to be simple. This was a safe space for anyone who wanted to write their pixel equines. With its relaxed and happy atmosphere, the member base that followed the opening of the site simply proves what, at the time, a innovative site it was, proving that the most unassuming, modest roleplays have the power to build strong communities, something that LTTS has always prided itself on.

Since 2015, it has been one heck of a rollercoaster! The site has been through so much – surviving the opening of other sites, the very sad stepping down of Maggie and one or two (okay, many!) redesigns to keep it fresh. We’ve seen some crazy writing and some beautifully touching threads. There are so many characters that will live forever in our minds as legends who carved Elysium’s future into the earth and stone it is created of. The current Staff team would firstly like to say a massive thank you to Maggie. Without you, there would be no LTTS, and many of us would have missed out on having a home in the RP world that is so welcoming. We’re sorry that your brain-child is closing, but we know you have some super exciting upcoming projects that we can’t wait to see; whatever you end up doing, we know you’ll be successful. Also to mention are the endless Staff members who have put so much time, effort and heart into LTTS. Here is an attempt to mention you all. Sorry if we missed anybody! Thanks to Maggie, Asyn, Blushie, Ana, Niki, Cecil, Scrimpyshrimp, Soupi, Revanant, Strixx, Briallu, Arabella, Mallory, Mercier, Mono, Boaz. Every one of you helped create this beautiful community, and you all should be so proud you were part of the LTTS journey. Finally, what would we be without our members. You range from young to old, shiny-new to veteran of the RP world and crazy to kind. One thing you all have in common is your ability to just get on. We’d like to say that we, as a site, have (probably!) had very little drama and we’re so thankful for you guys for making our job so easy. You’re all super sweet and respectful of each other. It’s lovely to see such collectivism online because it can often be missed in this internet age. Never have we met such a talented bunch of writers who also manage to juggle real life as well as roleplaying some incredible characters. A big, big thank you (and so many hugs) for your endless support.

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Firstborn

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Posted on May 07 2018, 12:31 PM.
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It seemed the people of the Iron Valley were struggling - Heretic held no pride in the way they treated his land and abused his honour. Only recently had he crowned a new Empress in the absence of their previous leader, and she had failed him just like those who ruled before her. No blood ran red through the streams of the valley, nor did it run over the slopes anywhere else in Elysium. No blood borne by the doing of a Heretic, anyway. The only havoc lately was by the hooves of another. 

Punishment. Perhaps that would show his people how he felt to watch their incessant failures. The firstborn cast his mind back to only a few months ago when he had opened the Heretic throne to takers from far and wide, hearing their pleas and their promises as they fought for the crown. As he pondered, one particular creature stood out. She had walked in with her zebra stripes and her peaceful words and spoken of how she would not kill and how she did not care for blood letting. Well, at the time he had dismissed her with a curt laugh and a snort - she was no fit ruler for his Kingdom of Chaos. But now... well, now perhaps it was a different story.

A cruel sneer twisted Heretic's lips as he appeared once more in the Iron Valley, at the exact place he had appeared before. One might assume the glow about his figure was different. Darker, more... imposing and angry. Perhaps they would be right. 

Lifting his dark nose to the sky and narrowing his stony glare as he watched over the idle herdland, Heretic allowed his deep voice to bellow, "Heretics! Come forth and hear my disappointment. Your Empress is no longer - in times of quiet she has abandoned you and I will have it no more." that mischievous smirk grew wider on his lips as he lowered his skull to watch those who were left of his following come to receive him. "Kashmir!" the word boomed, likely to be heard from all across Elysium. He did not wait for her to arrive but continued to speak loud enough that she and all others would hear, "Come now, lead your herd. You are no child of mine and for that I should hope you do not disappoint me. Nevertheless," he scanned over those who had approached to receive his speech with a grin, "I am sure your reign will be an eventful one."

The firstborn did not disappear, expecting chaos to surely ensue and prove quite entertaining. He would watch them a while, watch them curse or mutter over the new owner of the crown, before slipping away to watch their anger from above.

Something is happening! Empress Benna no longer holds the crown upon her head - her absence has left the herd of the Iron Valley idle and quiet, and Heretic displeased. As she steps down, the firstborn crowns a new Empress. Welcome, Empress Kashmir !


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Posted on May 07 2018, 9:08 PM.
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Kashmir was sleeping soundly when the whirlwind of events began to take place nearby. The mare was coiled in on herself, her legs tucked beneath her frame and her head drooped down. Her sides rose and fell with each even breath that she took, and her colorful imagination dotted her multiple dreams. A voice was what disrupted her sleep, and it was a commanding one at that. Kashmir’s golden eyes sprung open and her head snapped up instantly. The mare’s ears switched forward and she was entirely awake without further prodding. Who was speaking so loudly though? And why did they have to do it while she was sleeping? If the knucklehead would have waited a few more hours, then they could have fussed to their heart’s content. At least then Kashmir would be fully rested too. Obviously it was something that she could not ignore though, so she figured she might as well get up. There was no going back to sleep after that one, especially when she realized that she was one of the ones being addressed directly. Her name could not have been any clearer; no one else’s name sounded remotely like hers. The mare was slightly taken aback, but put a little hustle in her muscle despite that fact.

Leaving Viridian Fields after such a short duration was a tough decision on Kash. She had grown quite fond of the rainbow painted queen, Shakaya, even after only one true meeting. As she was cantering away from the fields, Kashmir silently promised to never lose sight of that. Her temporary stay there would not be in vain to be sure. Besides that, Kashmir essentially convinced Evalyn to be an ambassador for their family. In a show of good faith, the adolescent girl would eventually join up with Carinae when the time was right. Evalyn would have some time to explore the world on her own, and then would make Carinae her permanent residence. That made sure she was in a good place to live and also offered an indirect alliance with the Heretics. No good mother would attack her own daughter, and Kash liked to think herself to be one. Everything seemed to be in place, and it seemed like a win-win situation on both fronts. That was a comforting thought to say the least.

Before long, the Friesian Zebra stood in the land belonging to the Heretics once more. After petitioning for the kingdom and losing the first time, she did not expect this outcome to happen. Kash did not expect to place one hoof in the lands ever again, yet there she was, and as its leader to be sure. Kashmir could not help but smirk a little, though her intention was still to remain humble about the whole thing. It was a great honor to become an empress; not everyone was afforded the opportunity in their lifetimes. She knew it was going to take hard work to win over a herd bent on destruction and bloodthirsty tendencies. It was going to be an uphill battle to get them to lend her their ears, nonetheless earn their respect. But she was willing to put forth the effort to get things done. It was just kind of ironic that things happened this way; the one that no one thought had a chance at this actually got one.

A small piece of Kashmir wondered what exactly happened to Benna; she seemed like a zealous and compliant girl, willing and able to carry out Heretics’ wishes with adamant fervor. Benna seemed to believe in the chaos that the herd could create, and was well suited to the job, but the reaches of her rule did not extend too far. The other mare had started out with a bang, but slowly receded into silence. That was none of Kash’s business though; all the mare could do was bid the former empress good luck in her future endeavors and step into the position offered her. Benna’s prerogative was her own now. Kash could only live for herself, and no one else, that was all. Kashmir could act as a guide for her offspring, passing on knowledge and wisdom she had learned during her journey, but even Evalyn had to find her own way. Eva had her own life to live and ways to make her dreams come true. Kashmir was going to take a path that she felt was right for her, and would choose her own destiny. And right then that meant taking the Heretic crown.  

Although Kashmir did not claim Heretic – and he did not claim her either - it appeared they had reached some sort of agreement. She had been given the crown as long as she did something pertinent with it. It was her job to jumpstart life into the lands again. The striped woman gave a response to the words she heard only as a formality and official acceptance of the responsibility. There still was something in her resisting the fact that these so called “Firstborns” she had heard so much about existed however. “Seems as though we have had a small change of heart, hmm? That fresh air I talked about before is sounding pretty good right about now, huh? Well regardless, whoever you are and claim to be, I will see to it that your people are in good hands. I hope to prove that I will do them, and the title, justice. For giving me that opportunity, I sincerely thank you. As for water running red though, do not count on it, buddy. Useless killing is not on my itinerary for this flight. So get onboard and enjoy the ride, or get another pilot to fly this thing,” Kashmir said to Heretic outright. The woman stood tall, an edge of defiance in her voice, but there was an undertone gratefulness to it too. This brought a smile onto Kashmir’s lips as she waited to see who else would answer the summoning call.

ooc - Heretic & All


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Posted on May 08 2018, 8:06 PM. (Edited: May 08 2018, 8:06 PM by Delylah.)
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Delylah
strange little girl,
where are you going?
The girl was lazily sleeping amongst a bed of funny flowers and grasses when she was roused by a bellowing voice. It appeared she'd already stumbled into the Iron Valley and fallen to slumber, completely unawares of the fact that, well, it was not really an open territory to stumble into. It was the femme's rare good fortune that she'd made her ignorant mistake on such a day that the Heretic leadership was changing over, not that she'd know that.

With a pronounced groan, Dee lifted her head from the grasses it nestled in and hauled her lithe body onto four hooves. She took a moment to shake from head to toe, watching a small cloud of grass shards and seeds shiver as they fell to the floor having been expelled from her body. This did nothing to disguise the grass marks indented into her cheek, however. What? She was a heavy sleeper! She set off towards where she assumed to be the origins of the booming voice, but tripped over once or twice before gathering herself into a collected pace. It seems long limbs and an idle brain lend quite well to getting oneself in rather a muddle. 

As she cantered through the valley, Delylah found herself quite fascinated by the sites. The towering rocks and well, generally hazardous territory was enthralling. Everywhere she looked had interesting landmarks, even if the general atmosphere of the place was sinister and chaotic. The mare knew absolutely nothing of the Heretic tendencies, of course, but given what she was hearing through now alert ears of the leadership handover, she was erring towards wanting to live here rather than just nap in the flowers of the border every once in a while. After a while the voice seemed to stop, but by this point Delylah had crossed enough of the territory to have arrived at the other side and only a hundred metres or so from a pair of equines. One was black and red, a gigantic stallion who was the only possible explanation for the horrendously loud speech, and the other was a smaller mare, black and white striped like a zebra. Hypnotizing.

The glowing woman slowed her gait to a leisurely walk and approached the two just to hear the last few words of the woman - enough to gather at least somewhat of an idea on what was happening. She waited patiently for the mare, Kashmir?, to finish, before stepping a little further forwards and offering the hybrid a lopsided, dopey smile.

"You are Kashmir?" she questioned, fuschia eyes inquisitive and kind beyond the general blankness they always held, "I'm Delylah - Dee, if you like." a peculiar number of words slipped over her careful tongue. Often the girl's sentences were far shorter and to the point. "You're Empress here? Would you be open to taking in a newcomer?" well, her words may have been longer than usual but still she cut straight to the point. It was less for practicality's sake and more that her whirring mind was more often than not incredibly confusing even to her. It was simpler to compact things into their easiest forms - simpler for both her and whoever had do decode her speech.

OOC: Kashmir still getting into Dee but she'd like a spot to call home in Heretic-land if that's okay c:
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Posted on May 08 2018, 11:24 PM.
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Nocturné
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So, it seemed, Heretic was to undergo yet another change in leadership. This one, though somewhat expected due to Benna's recent absence, still managed to surprise the lioness. For Heretic had not asked for an appeal from his followers... no, this time he called an outsider to the the throne.

The Heretics must have indeed pissed their firstborn off with their recent antics.

The dark goddess approached at the Bastard's call, bowing deeply to him as well as to the recently crowned Queen. To the latter, she gave a slightly menacing grin that showed a hint of fangs within her ebon maw.

"So it seems your bold approach was noticed, Lady Kashmir. Well done."

There was only a hint of sarcasm in the woman's voice. Though she had found the striped mare's previous appeal to Heretic rather naive, it seemed that something had resonated with him. As such, Nocturné had a measure of respect for the woman already. It took some nerve to propose peace to the band of heathens that resided within the Valley. 

"There will be many who take offense that an outsider has taken the throne. Not only that, but you have a far too peaceful nature for some of the more... fanatical of the herd to accept."

The second time she spoke to the new Queen, the words were matter-of-fact. It was not a threat to the newly crowned woman, merely a warning... and with it, an offer.

"I have served as an advisor for quite some time now, to both Benna and to Draco before her. If you will allow me, my queen, I would offer the same to you. I seek only to serve, both this herd and Heretic himself."

Slitted eyes narrowed upon the friesian-built zebra, ears flicking lazily behind curled horns. It would be wise of Kashmir to accept her offer... it might ease some of the tension that was sure to follow her coronation to have a member Heretic by her side. And certainly, the lioness did not wish to lose her standing either... but with this, she could see a pleasurable situation for both the new Queen and herself.
"Vocalization." | Actions | Thoughts

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Posted on May 13 2018, 7:11 AM.
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Kashmir was pleased that she was not the only one who showed up to the meeting when called. It would have been a very sad coronation of sorts if only she and Heretic had appeared there, but that was not so. The striped mare expected the worst case scenario and hoped for the best in this sort of situation. She knew that there was bound to be kickback from someone and the possibility of deserters from the crown. Horses that had been loyal to the Heretics for years could suddenly up and leave without warning. Those that were born and bred Heretics could suddenly change their minds. Why? Simply because of the fact that she had become the herd’s leader some would choose to leave, even if she was appointed by the firstborn. That was just the natural order of things, and how the circle of life functioned. A new leader took over and not everyone was inclined to agree with that.

New blood meant an entirely new atmosphere. Compared to most of the horses that resided in the valley already, Kashmir would probably look like a pure pacifist, when in reality she was not. If given the right conditions, she was ready to brawl with the best of them. They made her worst moments look like child’s play though. So as the empress stood next to the stallion, a certain delighted feeling washed over her. Any feelings of anxiousness or fear were nonexistent. Heretic had made the right choice in choosing Kashmir, he really had; she just had to show him why. Even if a small collection of the herd’s members believed in her, Kash would be content. Then she would know that she was making some sort of impact on the way things were around there.

The first to show up after her was a mare that Kashmir had never seen before. Horses were continually filtering in and out of Elysium, so this came as a pleasant surprise. This meant that Kash had a clean slate, and no biased opinions to tarnish her reputation beforehand to speak of. She had one chance for a good first impression, though the mare would always be herself. As long as she continued to remember who she was, and where she came from, then there would be no problem. If the mare lost sight of herself, then that is when she was no good to her people. Changing hearts and minds, leading these misunderstood creatures to something better, that is what Kashmir was all about. They were made for being more than killers; that could not be the only thing that was on their minds, both collectively and individually. Rome was not built in a day, that much was understood though. But the Roman Empire did have its season of being a powerful influence in the world at one point. Perhaps the same could be said about the Iron Valley and its new empress. It was certainly worth a shot, and if it worked, then it worked.

When asked about her name by Delylah, the mare nodded once in brief confirmation. “Indeed I am Kashmir, in the flesh,” she responded with a short smile. Perhaps her reputation did precede her a little bit, but hopefully in a good way, and not a bad one. Kash could not know about all the little whispers of gossip surrounding her, but they just might work in her favor this time. “You are absolutely welcome here, Dee, and your timing is impeccable in fact. Members of the herd new and old are encouraged to meet here now so we can get things situated all at once. Do you fancy a specific place in a herd? We can make arrangements to see to it that that is met in time,” Kashmir continued. From her peripheral vision, the woman eyeballed Heretic to see what his reaction would be to her methods. In the past, new members probably were not inducted this way, but who cared? Things were going to change.

What happened next honestly intrigued Kashmir to the bone. The purple tinged woman known as Nocturné approached and made her sentiments known. Quiet as it was kept, the more that Kash saw of her, the better she seemed to appreciate her company. They seemed to get each other in an odd way, and that was enough to get by. They did not have to be buddy-buddy friends necessarily, but having someone to chat with like that was refreshing. The Friesian Zebra dipped her head a bit in response to the bow. She chose to ignore the hint of sarcasm, and proceeded from there. “Thank you Nocturné, it is a great honor for me to be chosen after all that has happened. And I do believe that you are an invaluable asset to this herd. I would greatly appreciate your feedback as my advisor.”

ooc - Delylah & Nocturné


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Posted on May 18 2018, 10:13 PM.
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Nocturné
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A hint of a smile crossed the lioness' features at the newly crowned queen's words. Despite her obviously softer heart, Kashmir was beginning to grow on Nocturné as well. It had been bold to step up and unapologetically state that the Iron Valley needed a change in leadership when last Heretic had graced them with his presence. Though she thought it a bit naive, Nocturné had come to... admire the woman's courage. It was not everyday that one stood up to a Firstborn, and already Kashmir had not only done such but blatantly told him that she would not be making the rivers run red with blood. 

If nothing else, lady Kashmir would prove to be an interesting Empress.

"A very wise decision, my lady. It is my honor to serve."

Her head dipped in acknowledgement, then she offered:

"As you well know, the Prince has arrived in Elysium. Before she disappeared, Benna had discussed holding a hunt of some sort to... welcome him to the Valley. Perhaps you might consider doing the same?"

They had little time. Rumor had it that the Prince had already been welcomed into the Red Wastes. It was only a matter of time before he made his way to the valley. Her leonine tail twitched against her hocks, golden eyes narrowing slightly before widening to round, black orbs. It feigned a look of wide-eyed innocence, only belied by the devilish grin that glinted with a hint of fangs. 

"We would normally chose a captive or slave to be our prey, but I think one of the great harts from the high mountains would suffice to sate the herd's bloodlust. Though I imagine you would not look favorably on the traditional sacrifice to Heretic that would come afterward..."

Beneath heavy fetlocks, her claws curled out and raked small rivulets in the ground. Despite Kashmir's stance on mindless bloodletting, Nocturné felt the need to remind her that such rituals were part of being a Heretic. As Queen it was her right to decide, but one could only curb the demons so much before they rose up to devour their jailer...
"Vocalization." | Actions | Thoughts

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Posted on May 27 2018, 1:44 AM.
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When Nocturné nodded to Kashmir, the empress nodded in return. It seemed to be a mutual spoken agreement between the two of them to seal the deal too. There were no binding paper contracts to sign, so this verbal sort of pledge of fealty was certainly enough. “Very well then,” Kashmir said, “That is one thing down. Now on to the next order of business I suppose.” The first task of assigning the roles in the herd was easy in comparison to what came next. Those that had found their place during Benna’s rule were likely to keep them in most instances. Unless otherwise noted, then that area could probably just stay the same. Horses knew where they stood in the hierarchy, no need to shake things up again for no reason; it was too confusing and far too soon to do that. The next piece of news was a little bit harder to swallow and navigate through, but it had to be done unfortunately. Already Nocturné was proving her worth and updating Kashmir on the events that came before her. But it was difficult to formulate a response without a small delay. It was the business of the traveling prince, his posse, and how to please the herd through a hunt to be discussed. And those particular things did not seem to want to mix together seamlessly.      

There was something in the other mare’s tone that made Kashmir feel like it was no ordinary hunt she was speaking of. That thought almost made her skin crawl a bit, but it was reduced to a slight flinching action. It was something that she could not honestly help; it was an involuntary reaction to something that Kashmir did not usually condone at all. They had captives and kept slaves? But…why was that necessary? They were using them as bait and then as a sacrifice to Heretic? Oh bloody heck, bloody freaking heck. This whole thing ran deeper than she imagined from the start. No other herds in the area that she had heard of did something like this. They all ate grass or something all the other herbivores ate. Flowers and berries were something of a delicacy, and no one personally got eaten. Nature did have to run its course and there were predators, and then there were prey. Duh, that was obvious. But still. There were two main reasons that Kash called herself a tigress as a nickname. One was because her coat emulated that of a tiger with the stripes. The other was because of the strength and power the predators exemplified. There was an outstanding difference though between her and her feline counterpart; Kashmir did not go about eating others like a tigress did.    

For a moment Kashmir’s golden eyes closed, and her forehead crinkled in thought. She knew better than to pull the rug out from her herd abruptly; that would only cause them to fall. It was going to take time to change their minds about killing and things of that sort. She did not expect to have them magically poof into pacifists only because she had arrived one day. Kash herself did not even consider herself a pacifist anyways; she always walked the thin line of neutrality. If a situation arose where she was forced to fight, then she would of course. If not, she would not go and pick a fight outright though. So how could she in good conscious allow something like that to happen on her watch? But the Heretics were who they were. They had come to the Iron Valley because nowhere else suited their tastes. That was in both the literal and figurative senses too. The woman was not one to compromise her values, but she had to make some sort of compromise.

After a moment of silent thought and a heavy sigh, the mare knew she had to give an answer. Every move that she made was going to be watched, and watched extra carefully. She was an unconventional empress compared to those that had led before. Was a bloodthirsty beast required to rule over the Heretics, or could someone else handle that responsibility? That is what Kash had to prove, that she was worthy of the job bestowed upon her. So it would take compromise without compromising. Ironic to think about, but maybe it would handle both parties well enough for the time being. The Friesian Zebra’s eyes reopened like a glint of golden honey and she straightened her countenance. “I am not here to be a people pleaser, for it would be humanly impossible to satiate everyone’s desires at the same time,” she said. “We will not take a prisoner as prey. If I truly have my way, then there will be no more captives or slaves here. But the hunt will continue as planned; that tradition can remain intact. For those that choose to participate, their target must be a sickly creature, so their suffering will end. Mercy not mutilation. Surely another sacrifice can be found to offer to your Firstborn. Other suggestions may be offered up as well concerning this.”      

ooc - Nocturné & all


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Posted on May 29 2018, 9:22 PM.
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The translucent image of the hovering firstborn watched over the few of his children who gathered to receive the new Queen he had appointed. Honestly, it wasn't even a few of his followers - merely one. Nocturne, who was taking the new Heretic adjustment quite well, with all things considered. Quite frankly, this disappointed the deity; he'd certainly hoped for an uproar of Heretic rage, anger at how he could've appointed such a docile woman to the role of Empress. Instead there was only placid calm, if only slightly hostile. 

The large beast breathed a soft huff of laughter as the neon mare requested a space to stay within the valley, and then quietly listened in to the conversation between Kashmir and Nocturne. It was not until Kashmir finished speaking that he stepped forwards towards the three women and interjected with a smirk pulled wide over his lips.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you've been lucky thus far, lady." he chuffed, eyes directed towards Kashmir and glinting with gloried mischief, "I can't say I wasn't expecting you to be torn limb from limb as soon as I branded you the new Heretic Empress," his voice grew gruff as he spoke words laced with amused laughter, "Consider yourself spared, for the timebeing."

He averted his attention to Nocturne, ignoring the other mare entirely - she seemed a little odd, not quite the typical Heretic type and he couldn't really think of anything he would be bothered to say to her - and twisting his expression into one only somewhat more serious. "I'm sure you have your reasons for trusting my decision so easily. I trust you'll ensure Kashmir doesn't stray the Heretics too far from our ideals." he nods, once again stepping back as his body continues to fade, barely anything more than a blurred shape. He glances a final time at the zebra striped mare, now grinning widely, "I'd wish you luck, but I feel it'd be rather entertaining to see what happens if I don't. It'll probably be quite amusing either way." he snorts, leaping up into the air and disappearing into nothing.

Even though his physical form is no longer visible, a voice rings out from the clouds, "See ya later, Empress, I can't wait to see what you do first." and then silence reigns once more.

Kashmir Nocturné


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Posted on Jun 16 2018, 7:07 AM.
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Kashmir stood looking at Heretic almost like he had food on his face, and like he was growing an extra two arms out of his stomach. The things that he said to her were honestly baffling, and she shook her head in something like disgust. Her eyebrows knitted together, and her head tilted a little bit to the left. He was a strange one, was Heretic. He said a very off the wall kind of thing, but Kashmir could not stare at him like that for long. She had to get her stuff together and claim her thrown properly. Any sign of weakness would be eaten up and potentially used against her. That was the very last thing that the mare wanted obviously. Being that she could do nothing else about it, Kashmir shrugged her shoulders and went on about her business. She said a few words to Heretic, but he probably would not care what she said in all honesty. He was here to serve one purpose, and that purpose was to wreak a little havoc on all of those involved there.

“Then just call me Lady Luck then,” Kashmir responded back, “I clearly have not been torn apart, eaten or otherwise fortunately. These horses are predators no less than before, but not entirely savage barbarians. They have brains and discretion. Hopefully they would adhere to something that you have said and put into place yourself. And that something happens to be me at this point in time.” The baffled look on the mare’s face was replaced by a more confident one, and she swished her tail behind her rump as well. Her eyebrows went back to their usual position as well as her head tilt. She could handle this, and she would handle it well, Kashmir was going to make sure of that certainly. “Spared, lucky, call it what you will. A spade is still a spade no matter which way you see it, facedown or otherwise.”

It was after that that the striped equine heard Heretic’s words to the purple tinged mare. He did not bother to lower his voice, so it obviously was not a private conversation. Anyone around in a small radius could eavesdrop should they so choose to. Kashmir was probably meant to hear it on purpose most of all; it was probably meant to serve as a reminder she guessed. She was in charge; she was the head of this whole operation. But there was the whole rest of the herd body to think about. Some were necks bent on controlling the head. Some were shoulders supporting the necks and heads, and so on and so forth. Kashmir did not know if the word “ideals” could be used in this situation. What sort of ideals did Heretic and his children really live by? That was the question of the ages, but she probably would find out soon enough she guessed. Everyone had a moral compass that lead them in what they assume would be the right direction. Even the members of the Iron Valley were included in that. They could not be excluded from that.

Once more the brute of a Firstborn returned to speak with Kash, and she watched him carefully. Somehow she felt that the luck that he was giving her was not the good kind of luck. There was such a thing called bad luck as well. She would just have to remind herself of her good fortune so far, and run with that. She just had to use that as her forward moving momentum. No one else would do it for her. Speaking of momentum, Heretic must have decided in that perturbed mind of his that he had had enough of the conversation and poofed before her eyes. And while she knew that that would not be the last of him, for it was only the beginning of this journey, she sighed deeply. With that sigh her shoulders and chest relaxed. Her golden gaze was not so set ablaze anymore, though still very bright.

“Bye Heretic and thanks bunches,” Kashmir said in a singsong voice to him in the air. The side of her mouth tilted upwards as she thought of words unspoken between them; one may or may not have been the name ‘dunderhead’ but that could not be confirmed nor denied. Firstborns could not read minds right? Well, hopefully not or the surreptitious stallion would have gotten a mindful of things to hear. And not all of them would have been the prettiest. “Delylah, a rank will be found for you soon. We must discuss later. Since no one else has really voiced their opinions on the other subject matter at hand, a hunt we shall have shortly. Now all that is left to do is ensure the proper preparations are solidified.”
     
ooc - Nocturné Delylah & all I think we can wrap this thread up if no one else wants to join ^^


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Posted on Jun 19 2018, 9:28 PM. (Edited: Jun 19 2018, 9:29 PM by Nocturné.)
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hic sunt leones
Nocturné had very much expected Kashmir's resistance to the sacrifice, but it was the comment about releasing the captives that had her chuckling.

"Draco's father, Renegade, and the rest of his brood may have something to say about that. They have quite the little harem started already. It may be... difficult to get them to give that up. However if that is your wish, you have my support. In my opinion, there is little use to prisoners. They merely exhaust resources."

It would not be a popular opinion, for sure, but it was the truth. It was far better, in the lioness' mind, to have followers who were willing and eager to serve.

And then the Firstborn spoke directly to the ebony goddess. At his words, a small smile crossed her lips and she nodded her head in respect. 

"I think, perhaps, that once we were of the same ilk. We who came from the stars must stick together, no?"

Now, as she spoke, the smile became a bit of a smirk as he admonished her to keep an eye on the fledgling Empress.

"I have not been one of your followers for long, but I have been there to pick up the pieces as this herd has fallen into chaos. I will do my best to steer my Empress in the right direction, however she is your chosen one. I am merely here to serve."


The words were delivered as both a reminder of her loyalty and a bit of a warning. Nocturné would not be responsible if Kashmir failed in her rule, nor would she merely stand aside if the striped woman was floundering. No, it was Kashmir's throne to hold how she saw fit. Nocturné would merely advise and guide the Empress and her newly acquired herd. It would be difficult, she thought, to really change the herd too much. The Firstborn's ideals were strongly imbedded into the herd's culture, so she was not worried about that.

And then Heretic disappeared with a flourish. A soft huff escaped the mare's ebony nostrils. Always with the dramatics, this one. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and merely turned her golden orbs back to her new Empress.

If you wish, I will make the arrangements for the hunt. There is an older stag that roams the mountains to the south of the territory, one who is beginning to succumb to the effects of time. Though he is not ill, it would be a mercy to allow him to die a quick death now while he is still a proud beast, than to die slowly and painfully as arthritis fills his bones. The hunt will be thrilling enough to sate the thirst of the herd, while still allowing us to kill mercifully."

She waited for the Empress's answer, and would set off immediately to capture the stag if she so wished.
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Posted on Jun 23 2018, 10:10 PM.
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For a moment Kashmir could not help but seethe a little bit where she stood upon hearing the news. The herd had accepted a harem, and no one did anything about it? There was a HAREM in the Iron Valley, and they were just now telling her about it really? Kashmir’s expression demonstrated her displeasure quite clearly, and the mare’s lips pulled into a thin, black line. Unacceptable. That was downright, unequivocally unacceptable. There were several things that Kashmir had put up with since her arrival, several things that she had compromised a bit on. But that was a wretched thing to do to the other mares. She had not laid eyes upon this Renegade stallion or any his progeny yet. But his reputation certainly preceded him in ways that she was unhappy with. Kashmir had to try quite a bit to keep a snort of derision from pluming from her nostrils. If she had anything to say about it, they were going to get rid of that harem, and it was not going to be allowed again. Not on her watch. The purple colored mare was right though; it was a daunting task that not just anyone could undertake. At least her advisor was on board also, that was two in support of making that particular change.

“That is next on my list of things to do. Now that it has come to my attention, it will probably usurp a lot of other things. No more prisoners, no more harem, this is the beginning of the end of that. Just count on it.” The striped woman formed a determined look on her features, and a glaze of scorn filled her eyes. Oh if only she could get her hooves on Renegade or Draco in that moment…it was like an itch she wanted so badly to scratch, but alas she could not. Yet. They were bound to turn up in the lands at some point or another, and then they would certainly have a few words to exchange. Perhaps more than a few words actually. What he did was not right, and the fact that it had not been changed in the past was wrong also. These mares could not have been treated well, and this treatment could no longer be condoned. But the question was if any would come forward, or if they would choose to remain anonymous for good. The whole harem thing was fraught with danger, but it just had to be broken up very, very soon. It just had to be.  

Even though Noc had proven to be a somewhat faithful ally up to that point, Kashmir knew that her loyalty really was elsewhere. And that elsewhere just happened to be the head hancho of the Heretics himself.  At the end of the day, if it came down to her and another, the other probably would be chosen instead in a heartbeat. It was unrealistic to think that Kash could earn favor so quickly, heck the job was just given to her moments before. She would have to work at this and go with the process. Because it definitely was going to be a process no matter which way one looked at it honestly. The words exchanged between Noc and Heretic were their own, but perhaps included the hybrid equine in a way as well. It was an indirect way that Kashmir was included, but now that she led this merry band of horses, it did. The mare pretended to mind her business as the others were talking before the conversation switched back to her side.

In that moment, Kashmir had to focus on the event preparations to soothe the bloodlust of her herd mates though. Her ears flicked forward on her head as she listened intently to Noc, and tried to picture the scene at hand. An elderly stag as the prey animal? Yes, a stag would suit the occasion nicely it seemed. It would keep the balance between the two dynamics of the Heretics. One very small portion was vying for mercy and change of what was seen as wicked ways. The other vast majority was quite the opposite, taking no mercy whatsoever. But an animal that had had a good life most likely would keep the scales even. He would not suffer at the hands of something cruel. Kashmir would mostly get what she wanted, and the herd would too. They would get their taste of hemoglobin while not taking it out on one of their own kind. The thought of this solicited a small nod from the Friesian Zebra as she looked at her Confidant.

“Yes, please that sounds like a splendid idea Noc,” Kash said “If you would see to the initial set up of that, I will handle the rest.”        

ooc - Nocturné




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