To our Look to the Stars family, whether you’ve been here since the beginning or joined only recently,

It is with heavy hearts that the Staff are announcing the closure of our beloved site. It will remain open for the entirety of August for you to collect your character profiles together and maybe hang around the site for the last time, but after that, LTTS will be closing. The closure comes for no reason other than the site reaching almost a ‘natural end’ in its life – all good things must come to an end, after all!

To celebrate the life of our wonderful site (or at least this is the case in our opinion!), we’d like to share with you a little bit of history because we’re proud of what our site was and what it came to stand for! Way back in 2015, which honestly feels like forever ago for those of us who’ve been around that long, a wonderful woman we all know as Maggie opened LTTS’ doors for the first time. Here is a short quote from the very first OTMs, of which our site leader won. We feel it sums her up incredibly well: “Maggie is the fearless leader of LTTS (or so the members call her!). She designed and created LTTS to be a safe, fun space for folks wanting to roleplay fantasy horses without the confinement of a lot of rules. So far, we think she's succeeded! She is a very easy and open person to talk to.”

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.

As a final word, we’d like to say to our members – don’t stop roleplaying! We can name endless sites that are around right now (Caeleste, Rise of the Fallen, Fimbulvetr, Novus, just to name a few), plus there are many that are being created at this very minute. Go forth and continue your equine RP journey! The end of one thing opens so many doors into new and exciting possibilities.

There is currently no plan to bring around a LTTS 2.0. Perhaps in the future, the Staff will get together again and with Maggie’s permission, the world of Elysium will be reborn. (Remember that the idea was originally hers, so anyone looking to take inspiration from the site must speak to her first.)

But for now, we say goodbye, we love you all, and don’t forget to look to the stars!

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Posted on May 07 2018, 7:03 PM.
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The moon shown high above the lunar mountains and deep in the forest was a large rock with carvings engraved.  At first glance, it was like any other night, but the long forgotten rock near the cliff with vines, thorns, wild bushes, and thick tall grass began to shimmer.  The light shone in the carvings, glowing inward to outward, showcasing a round circle and stars that created a horse's cheek and rest of its head.  A high gust of wind blew away the greedy and wild plants as if a magical spell was cast to make the rock look like new.

A transparent figure of a equine made out of light of the moon with flowing hair and tail made out of stardust appeared.  Their eyes, shining brilliantly as the rock with no pupil, looked up to the moon.  "Is it that time now, old friends?  How I wish I could see all of you, but I must be near this rock even now for our..."  Their voice trailed off, not remembering exactly what for.  It was the sacrifice they had to make centuries ago when becoming the lone protector of the only evidence of their civilization.  They looked over the cliff, seeing the Red Wastes before turning to another direction, seeing the Woods and then the Valley below along with the Fields.   The lands were still the same but looked older.

"The time has come.  I will guide them as tradition.  Worry not, old friends, you will all have company soon."  

The mysterious equine suddenly dispersed into little lights before gathering into a large circle of light.  It glowed so bright, it was like a star had fallen and didn't impact into the gardens.  It began to flicker before disperssing again but this time, in many small wisps of light that sent forth to seek out the equines that dwelled in Elysium.  Whenever it came near one equine's ears, the little lights flickered as it played the message made out of magic: "Come to me to the highest peek of the Lunar Mountains.  Whether you're young, in your prime, or eldery, for I need help for you to find my old friends.  Come and you will be gifted with gratitude."  The voice would be a mixture of tones in ears of all mortals in a hushed whisper like a caress. 

Something is happening! The Lost One has appeared and needs your help!  We need up to 12 characters to reply offering their help and you will gain 50 points for participation.  The next phase of the plot will be occurring on Saturday, May 12 so please post by then if you'd like to participate!


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Posted on May 07 2018, 11:21 PM. (Edited: May 12 2018, 1:33 AM by Caelian.)
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where they spin lies into fairydust
Day had stretched beyond its limits, and a boring one it had been. Plagued with thoughts of loneliness and regret, the dark, freckled stallion had never welcomed the chill blanket of night as gratefully as now. He had wandered the thick of the woods for hours upon hours, stumbling not upon one he could call friend. It was strange to him: how could he wander the entirety of his home and not spot one familiar face? Maybe it was his lack of looking, or lack of wanting to find. He felt this boring, tasteless day had given his mind rest, as well as his body.

Caelian’s poor muscles still ached with the thought of his first battle. The gouge in his thigh had been mended carefully though his own knowledge of herbs and medicines, and through the help of his magical telekinesis. Still, a light scar would always remain after the scabbing weared off. It now looked clean, as he always kept himself prime, yet caked with a gentle layer of scabbing to protect it from bursting open yet again. His cells were being repaired, his body was healing itself. The rest of his wounds, such as the one on his neck, and the several bruises all over his body, were alright by now, if not a bit sore. He would forget about them within another week’s time.

The warmth of the day had not yet faded from the ground as Caelian threaded his way through the Eternal Woods, in seek for a good place to rest his head for the night. He deserved a good nap. He had recently been deprived of such a sleep, constantly attacked by guilt and nightmares, thoughts that danced in his head even when he could not think them. They revolved around one centre, his sister, as they always seemed to after his departure from Atnion. Would that hellscape every leave his mind?

He thought not. With a sigh, he lowered his pale eyes to the littered ground below, circling once before laying down upon his belly. With his feet curled under him, he gently rested his head upon the soft, leaf bedding, and let himself drift off.

A blinding light blurred his vision as he sprang up from the ground, his heart racing fast and his pulse loud in his ears. Caelian’s wide eyes scanned his surroundings quickly, but his heart rate only intensified with the action. He was back in the city of gold, the city of nightmares. Horses crowded and talked loudly outside his door, and he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from them, clearly disinterested and unconcerned. His sister, however, took the advantage to make a few new friends, and he saw her quickly get up from her bed and trot over to the crowd, chatting away. It was a memory, a stupid one at that. Caelian turned his sulking head away, walking deeper into the house he called home. His carver lived here, and he intended to find the only comforting voice that had ever touched his ears. However, something was wrong about this scene. The freckled stallion stopped quickly, his head shooting into the air and his ears pricked. He turned slowly, something was off. The corner of his eye caught movement, and he whipped his head around quickly to spot it, but it was gone before he saw what it had been. His muscles relaxed, and he continued forward. However, as his hoof touched the ground, he suddenly fell through an unseen hole and into pitch darkness, his only source of light quickly being snuffed out. A horrific laugh echoed around him, and white eyes blinked out of the darkness before him. ”Who are you?” he asked stupidly, only to receive a response of laughter. For a moment, he stood unsure of what to do, before a sudden force knocked the wind out of his lungs and he lay on his side, his head throbbing with pain. His eyes darted around, but he saw nothing, until something knocked him across the floor. He skidded a few feet, before everything went black. … When he awoke, he was back in his bed, his sister asleep next to him. His eyes darted around the room, which looked perfectly normal, except… the shadows. They danced, they played, they beckoned him with scrawny fingers and wicked smiles. Instead of backing away, however, he felt drawn to them. He got up and walked, ever so slowly forward, right into their clawed grasp. They sank their fingers into his flesh, their teeth clamping around his neck, yet he did nothing to fight. He seemed to welcome it.

Caelian flung himself out of sleep, his breath ragged and his eyes wide. Whatever he had just dreamt… that had to be the strangest thing he had ever dreamt. He shook his head, ridding it of the images of those shadows. He sighed…

With a heave, he pulled himself to his feet and wandered through the woods, before something bright and unexpected lit up the night. His eyes quickly found the sky, yet it faded quickly and seemed to almost disperse away, or that's what he thought of as he watched through the thick leaves of the trees. He wondered temporarily what it could’ve been, before continuing his night stroll once more.

That was when something bright and magical zoomed through the air and touched his ear, whispering something gentle into it, before fleeing once more. With surprise, Caelian watched the small thing, before turning his freckled face back to the place where he had seen the light before. If anything could scare away shadows and nightmares of your coming doom, a brilliant light such as that could. He turned his body and began his walk once more, this time in the direction of the Lunar Mountains.

•••


After a long and treacherous climb, Caelian finally made it to the peak of the Lunar Mountains, his breath heavy and the air thin in his lungs. Why he had come here, he had no idea, but his attention was drawn to a large rock with interesting runes upon the side of it, as well as the magestic, and surely magical, equine standing beside it. He creeped forward, peering at the rock with a more direct view before pulling away once more to wait patiently. Whatever he had just volunteered for, he was sure it was important, and that the outline of the equine had a special task for whoever decided to show their faces. He started at the horse, transfixed by the light of it, his soft, black mane gently blowing in the thin air of the Lunar Mountains.
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Rogue

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Posted on May 10 2018, 3:12 AM. (Edited: May 10 2018, 11:00 PM by Heroin.)
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#3


Heroin





Heroes don't always wear capes


Hero was all by himself when the small orb of light decided to contact him. Everyone that he was recently associated with had decided to get lives of their own, and he had to get his own life too. The stallion had been doing a little bit of self-evaluation, for that was all that he could do in his free time. He was alone with his thoughts and his feelings most days; they were what had kept him company all this time. Part of Hero was okay with that, he had some learning and growing to do as a young male, but the other part was a bit lonely. Actually, it was more than a just a bit lonely. No one had been around to see just how special he was in all of his glorious splendor. The princely part of Hero thrived on attention and interaction, of which had been getting neither at that point. His adoration meter level was running considerably low, and that was entirely unacceptable. What was a prince without his constant adorers? What was a king without his loyal subjects? Well, they were still princes and kings by right, but they were rather pathetic ones.

So when the orb floated around his head, the chap brightened up considerably in both the literal and figurative senses. The beam of the light glowed on his multicolored coat, and his expression was bright too. Hero watched as the little light zipped around his head in a luminescent halo. The male’s galactic colored eyes followed it around and around until it drew nearer to him. A small voice tickled his ears, and he was happy with any sort of company he could get. It did not have to be a horse necessarily, just someone to talk to. Hero had never been to the Lunar Mountains before, his travel had been very limited, but he had no doubt he would find them. He had to find them at all costs; the message that was delivered to him seemed rather important. And not only that, but for the sake of his sanity, the stallion had to find those mountains and where the orbs originated from. Someone had to be responsible for sending them out, and he would get to the bottom of who it was. He decided to deal with the consequences of it all later, whatever those were going to be, if any at all.

“Wait, wait for me!” Hero called out after the orb in its wake. The equine abandoned his previous station with no reserve and followed immediately.

Although it was virtually impossible to keep pace with a magical, floating item, the Marwari and Arabian cross tried his best. His mismatch colored legs carried him in the direction that it flew last, and his focus was only on that. Losing sight of that would be somewhat disheartening for some reason. Hero wondered a bit if his siblings would get the same message, and if they would meet up again soon though. The three month promise that they had made was drawing dangerously near, if it had not already passed, and Hero had not heard sight or sound of his siblings yet. The Golden Isle was their designated starting place in Elysium, so it would not be where they planned, but that would be alright anyways. At least then Hero would know that they both were still alive. Discovering that Addy or Tas had been eaten while he was away…the horse did not even want to think about. They were alive, and they could take care of themselves; they were big horses now ad they could make decisions for themselves. He had no reason to worry, right? Or at least so he hoped; he could only hope at that point.

The trek up the mountains was actually exhilarating to the stallion after he found them. He was doing something new, and he actually had something stimulating to do. His brain was not going to putty while he wasted away doing nothing, and his heart was actually pumping in his chest. Hero’s breaths were coming out in thick streams, but he was actually happy. Chasing the lights was like chasing a newly discovered friend on a new beaten path. That was pretty exciting, and he would do it over and over again. The path that led to the top was no easy walk in the park, even for someone in the prime of their life, but Hero made the climb just as well. His hooves carved indents in the ground, and the stag laid eyes on the unfolding scenario. He was intrigued by what he saw.
              
“Hey,” Hero said, giving a simple greeting to the stallion that arrived before him. They obviously did not know each other from anywhere else, but it was only courteous to speak to one another. Standing side by side awkwardly would make things…awkward. Hero was too social for that anyways, not to say anything. It was strange seeing the outline of a mysterious horse there too, but Heroin instantly knew that that was who sent the call for them. That much was blatantly obvious to him from the start. No average horse could generate whispering energy balls like that. There were still a few missing pieces that were not explained quite yet, but they had to be in a bit. Perhaps when more people gathered round, then more information would be disclosed. How many others would show up was also yet to be decided. It was just a waiting game for a little bit longer.




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Posted on May 10 2018, 3:23 PM. (Edited: May 11 2018, 2:33 AM by Azrik.)
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Azrik
"Your past does not create you.
Your actions are what shape you."
The mountains were a... strange place to find herself in again. It was mountains such as these were where she had lost one of her brothers, but it was also where she had found shelter in a cave system after losing her sister. Of course, one event had happened high and the other event had happened on the ground. And, she thought, glancing to where her companion played with a few pebbles, at least I gained something after losing so much. The sight of the wolf pup stumbling over her own paws made her giggle.

Nicla paused to pout at her. Don't be mean! came her petulant thought.

I am not being mean! Azrik protested. She kicked a colorful rock towards her in apology nonetheless.

-x-


She was restless. There was no other word or reason for her continual waking in the night. Her pacing had already awoken Nicla, who was grumpily watching her pace back and forth. The pelt on Azrik's back at least kept her safe from the cold's bite, so high in the mountains she already was. 

Maybe it's just nerves, Nicla finally spoke. She stretched her body and rolled onto her back, paws pulled tight to her chest. 

Azrik didn't even bother looking at her. Golden eyes kept their fixed, unseeing gaze on the ground. It can't be nerves. I was fine after leaving your mother, I was fine even a couple of days ago! Now I can't sleep for longer than a few minutes before I wake up. She was frustrated, hating that she couldn't find the sleep that eluded her so.

The pup sneezed, unimpressed. Like I said. Just nerves. She rolled to her stomach and cocked her head. Her voice was mischievous when she spoke again. Or maybe you're just paranoid.

Hey! Azrik whirled to face Nicla, ears pinned and tail flicking angrily. Don't be - She cut herself off at a suddenly brilliant glow of light coming from one of the peaks near her. "What was that?" she wondered aloud. As if in answer to her question, an orb of light came zipping towards her. It circled around Nicla once before dancing around Azrik. Finally, it zeroed in on her ear, nestling close to whisper its message before disappearing as abruptly as it had arrived.

Azrik and Nicla shared bewildered looks. Azrik's voice was stunned as she relayed the message to her companion. Oh, is that all? the pup replied. Let's go! It sounds like fun!

-x-


Though the paths she traveled were not the most generous or forgiving, Azrik found herself making unusually quick progress. Despite the frequent stops for Nicla, that is. As such, she found herself to not be the first appearing before the runed rock that must have been their destination. Though she was easily the youngest and smallest, she pranced forward with no fear. Nicla clung to her side, hiding in her shadow at the strangers.

"Hiya!", she greeted. "Did you two get the message too?"

"She speaks." | She thinks.

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Posted on May 11 2018, 7:26 PM.
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The soothing voice had snuck up on her with its gentle caress moments before when she was patrolling in the skies of her land.  It had ushered her to the Lunar Mountains, to gather equines to help.  Syrilth couldn't refuse and trusted her knights to watch over the Red Wastes as she set off.  There was the possibility of it being a trap since the voice was not one she recognized.  Was it a new Firstborn?  Was it like Mother Mabel that had set her off to a journey back then along with another group?  Whether it be a trap or not, Syrilth had her mind set.

The tall mountains were an easy trek with wings, her phantom like appearance like a shadow in the night as the moon glowed brightly.  One of the tree tips that she flew past tickled her as well as scratched her from the speed she was going.  Her wings made it easy, with it's large wingspan and spread.  As she flew higher and higher, the spot of where she and Isolde once stood made her slow down.  It was now covered in bushes that grew wildly.  Had it really been so long?  Syrilth narrowed her eyes before looking at the moon.  It was bright, just like how Isolde was.  A part of her wished that it had been Isolde but she knew, Isolde didn't hold this power.  To hope for such a thing was too naive.  With a snort, Syrilth flapped her wings, using the cliffs and rocks as a way to gain more momentum as she galloped up the side before fully relying on her wings once more.  She didn't look back.  There was no use dwelling on the past.  Isolde was not coming back.

When she finally came ot the top, Syrilth was very surprised to see what she saw.  A transparent equine yet also made out of stars and three others who had already arrived before her.  One was a foal.  Syrilth was impressed.  She landed softly away from them so not to disturb them with the air her wings made.  A sharp gust of wind blew up the mountain, tickling her muscles, making them twitch.  With a little side kick of her left leg of over stimuation, Syrilth made her way over to the starry yet transparent one.  "Hello," she greeted them and the rest with a respectful mod.  A farcry from her past antisocial behavior of ignoring others.  She stared down curiousity at the foal whom looked so young to be up here.  At any moment it looked like they could fly away from the gust of wind.  At the hind legs of the foal was a little wolf pup.  Syrilth blinked before realizing her own bat companion was no where to be seen.  Whoops...

Looking back at the transparent equine, Syrilth finally asked, "What are you?  And what is that rock?"  The carvings were so bizarre, thankfully not like the magical equines that she had fought years ago with her own kind, her family and friends.   "Better yet, who are you?"   It never hurt to ask questions but Syrilth was still cautious all the same.

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Posted on May 11 2018, 8:41 PM.
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Coralynne
There was a time when I was alone

A youthful form could be seen delicately curled upon the verdant plains of the Immortal Garden though she nearly blended in. Her willowy limbs were tucked neatly beneath her bodice and her nose rested gently on summer grass where she slumbered deeply. Pert ears drooped inattentively. The maiden was completely unsuspecting of any interruption that might present itself while she recuperated from her exhausting day of learning what a mortal would do. Even now she was learning the splendor of dreaming and the refreshment of sleep. Every so often she would fidget in the slightest, a twitch of her hooves or a flick of her flower strewn tail, as her imagination took reign over her subconscious in a marvelous way.

Luckily, she was not awoken by a fearsome predator looking to make a snack out of her but by a pleasant whisper. Eyes a stunning shade of malachite might have opened slowly at the coaxing words of a mysteriously unfamiliar voice yet they were instantly bright with awareness and eagerness to seize the opportunity of the new day—er night?

Throwing forward her front legs, the juvenile mare pushed off with her hindlegs to come to a standing position. A groan of absolute pleasure was squeezed from her lips as she arched her neck upward as well as her back to stretch out all the kinks of sleep before lowering her head with a shake to softly exhale. The amount of sensations that could simultaneously be felt was incredible to her. She hadn’t realized how sore muscles could be this deliriously good feeling since she hadn’t known what it was like to actually feel sore. The hilarity of her discovering that she couldn’t gallop endlessly was something she wouldn’t soon forget. Despite her newly tested muscles being tired, the fae had every intention of making it to the Lunar Mountains to investigate who needed help and what sort of gifts they would present in gratitude. So off she went!

 
By the time she crested the last ridge to find herself on the highest peak, the viridian warmblood was damp with sweat and her body radiated heat in a steaming vapor rising from her back. Nevertheless, a smile lifted her lips at the sight of company. Beside a large stone marked with archaic runes she may have once understood but now couldn’t fathom, her goddess knowledge stripped away, was a charcoal stallion with a pair of spiraling horns upon his brow. She had no such thing upon her brow though she did boast a tiara that she fancied was quiet beautiful. Not far off was another stallion. He too was mostly dark though he had interesting, unique markings of different colors upon him but it was the silver choker that held her most fascinated. What purpose could such a thing have? She wondered. Next to catch her attention was one that appeared to be the youngest in attendance. The golden hue of her coat is a striking in comparison to the darker stallions, especially with the russet undertone, and her topaz eyes were enchanting even at this distance. A giggle escaped her chartreuse lips at the sight of a wolf pup tagging along at the filly’s heels.

Though it seemed as if she had appeared on the heels of another in a strangely ironic fashion, this mare was enormous compared to most in attendance. From her still growing height of fourteen hands, the emerald spotted maiden had to really look up to peer at the lofty equine. "I think I missed the hellos," she nickered in a lyrical cadence. "The name’s Cora, but you can call me Coralynne." Another giggle managed to wiggle free before she realized the onyx mare was asking questions of a phantom equine.

Made up of stardust and moonlight, Cora gasped at the ethereal beauty and wondered if this was the awe that citizen felt when in the presence of the firstborns because this mysterious ghost was beautiful. Filled too full of anticipation to stand still she made her way toward the filly and her pup. Luxurious deep evergreen tresses tangling with her hocks as she pranced over with a warm smile and stage whispered, "Mind if I catch your name? I was a little late to the party, it seems. Have I missed much?"
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Posted on May 12 2018, 12:49 AM.
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It had been a  long time since they had emerged from the depths. Encased in slumber through the long night, after Aurelia had left them, they had nothing, and their balance had been thrown. Shifted, like rocks on a cliff, tumbling into a void. So they had stayed, down in the depths, under the pale, heart throbbing with sorrow, and eyes heavy. The only company they had that of the  small bat who stayed by their side down in the darkness, occasionally flying into the night to join their brethren, but always returning to their place on stellar Infinitum's antlers.  

It was magic that awoke them from this dark period of solitude, as the sensation, all to familiar to the black beast, traveled down the network of caves and tunnels, carving out a message of archaic words that made sense in the mind, but were not seen or heard the same way the common tongue was. it had their hair standing on end, and slowly, the immobile androgynous creature rose to it's feet, cloven hooves tapping against stone like water. Slowly, they moved out of the depths, head held low and straight, to avoid antlers scraping the rock above. 

they followed the trail like a moth follows the light, drifting slowly towards its source. They were thankful for the moonlight, dim like that of the glowing moss in the caves. they remembered a dark time, when the red light of a blood moon better suited their tastes, and shuddered at the thought, what a time that was, and yet they were saved, only to be cast down again by their abandonment, from a woman like no other. One who would have perhaps born their children, and  carried their future onwards.  But time's arrow marches forward, and so would they. Through the land of Elysium to the tall mountains that towered ahead, casting a shadow over the now green lands below. The snowy peaks stood out against the dark sky. 

They were not the first to arrive, others having first made their one. None of whom he recognized, though one mare had a familiar look about her, one that they could not place.  The light on between their antlers announced their presence. They turned their gaze to the being ahead, ethereal in nature, gilded in mystery, and made of lines unknown to their own blue eyes.  
 
"greetings" they gave a dip of their head, antlers reaching towards the sky,  lux swinging as they did, the no longer quite so little bat taking off.  "I second the dragons question. Your form is unfamiliar, you shadow unknown to us." always elequent, in a seemingly unnecessary way, straightforward words reserved for one and only, and they feared she would never grace their presence again in Elysium. 


Plot Account Cora Syrilth Caelian Heroin Azrik

Well look whos back from the void
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Quote:"Odi et amo, quare ad facium,fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and love? How do i do that you might ask me perhaps? 
I do not know, but thats what i feel and this is torture."


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Posted on May 12 2018, 3:19 AM. (Edited: May 12 2018, 3:20 AM by Azrik.)
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Azrik
"Your past does not create you.
Your actions are what shape you."
Azrik blinked and looked up. Then looked up, blinking at the mare who had just arrived. "Wow, you're tall." Nicla made a shocked little sound at the blunt statement, startling the filly out of her thoughts. She blinked rapidly and shook her head, hoping that her verbal blunder had been missed among the questions that the mare asked the transparent figure.

Look! Another one! And another! It had been so long since she had seen so many other equines. Nicla's announcement of two more joining the group had her feeling a little overwhelmed until one of the newcomers - She's so green! - came to speak with her. Azrik perked up and restlessly shifted her hooves. Thought she knew that the other one had spoken, she didn't catch any of their words, focused as she was on the young mare before her.

"Not much at all," she chirped, preening at being acknowledged. Nicla whispered the name of this newest addition as if to prove that she was paying more attention than Azrik. "You're actually the one to start introductions. I'm Azrik, and this is Nicla." Too late, the little pup realized this was her payback for her little gloat. Azrik stepped to the side and nudged her companion forward with a snicker. She did let Nicla retreat under her hooves and spoke again to take the attention from the shy pup. "Are things like this common here? I've never seen something like that before!" A quick flick of her head made it obvious that she was speaking of the spectre and the rock.
"She speaks." | She thinks.

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This plot needs 6 more characters to join in to make this really exciting.  If there's a need for extension due to Mother's Day, we will extend it to May 14th.  Please let us know in cbox or Discord if you need extra time.


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symkaria

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The Crucis heir finally felt like a fully fledged citizen of Elysium. He'd lived in its lands long enough to not feel like a stranger, an imposter or an alien. If Symkaria had been born by ordinary circumstances perhaps his self-inflicted alienation never would've come about, but his birth was far from ordinary. Born to a pool of shimmering water, at the ripe age of 4 years old? It still just didn't make sense.

The dark stallion had been headed for the Lunar Mountains anyway when he heard a gentle voice in the wind, calling him there. Coincidence was the most likely explanation but the man liked to think maybe he knew that something was going to happen in the mountains that day. He was no fortune teller, but why else would he have been aiming to trek up the rocky peaks? He certainly had no personal purpose there. They were pretty, sure, the exercise would do him well, yes, but the voice seemed to suggest a far greater purpose. Finding old friends? It was a peculiar enquiry but are they not the most tempting? Certainly for the royal spawn of the Jellyfish King, anyway.

He was already at the base of the highest peak when the strange orb appeared and its voice filtered into his tensed ears - a determined smirk stretched hence over his lips. Above him were numerous figures who had begun their journey up the mountain. It seemed he'd chosen the longest path, and hence would be far from the first creature to arrive. The ascent was arduous but in his explorations of Elysium, Symkaria had become a fine-tuned athlete. A light sheen of sweat lent only a startling iridescence to his midnight coat, and his barrel barely heaved as his breathing remained regular and peaceful. The beast rarely stopped for rest, either. His damned father had lent to him a certain stubbornness and determination, make of them positive or negative characteristics as you will. Upon his face was a fierce expression, brow furrowed and resolute gaze unflinching even as his hooves occasionally slipped and sent a cascade of small stones and dust to fall beneath him. 

In record time - for him, anyway - Symkaria reached the mountain summit and found himself greeted by a gathering of 6 others plus a strange ethereal form comprised of ... star matter? Well, being the avid astronomer he was the presence of celestial material just made today even more interesting. Amongst the gathered 6 he knew very few, actually. One was the Queen of Lyrus, he'd be crazy not to know that, and one was a citizen of Crucis, his own herd, but he did not know the stallion by name. As for the other four, he couldn't place them in the slightest... though that green mare sure did look familiar. A particularly talkative presence in the group was a small little thing, a filly accompanied by a canine he assumed to be her companion. Gosh, this mysterious call by an orb of light had certainly made an impact - he was pretty impressed that a child so young had climbed the mountain, and reached the top before him, too!

Taking only a fleeting moment to catch his breath, Symkaria stepped forwards so he felt more present within the group. On his approach, he'd heard the names of two of the strangers, so at least he wasn't entirely clueless. Cora, though... he could've sworn he knew that name. "Good afternoon," he offered a warm, charming smile as he glanced over those he stood with, "Syrilth, Azrik, Nicla, everyone" he nodded at the Queen, foal, hiding pup and the other nameless equines in turn, "I'm Symkaria." there was no need to announce his title of Heir. He was not the most modest of Princes, but now just didn't seem an appropriate time.

Turning his attention to the freckled emerald femme, a look of curiosity overcame Sym's blue eyes. "Pardon me, Cora," he'd finally realised where it was he'd heard that name, "But did... were - are you not a firstborn?" it was the first time he'd seen or spoken to a firstborn in the flesh, but the circumstance simply seemed wrong. They weren't meant to just... look, talk and partake in strange events like the rest of Elysium's mortals, were they? After a moment of contemplation he shook his head, looking almost as if he was shrugging his shoulders, dismissing himself as crazy. "So, do we have any idea what's going on here?"

OOC: Caelian Azrik Cora Syrilth Heroin Stellar Infinitum well this came out.... long
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Cécile
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Well now this truly was not now she had planned her journey, not in the slightest. Bedraggled and weary, the golden lady practically dragged herself up the mountain after what seemed like hours of travel. She was dry, finally, after washing up on the beach somewhere to the south (the strange woman she'd met there had called it the Toran Peninsula, but that meant nothing to Cécile). For that, she was grateful as this high into the mountains she was sure she would've died of pneumonia from the chill otherwise. Still, her body bore the signs of her endeavors: stringy, twisted flaxen locks that fell across her neck and hocks and her normally gleaming coat was rather dull and slightly unkept. There was till a little seaweed that clung to her tail as well, but she was doggedly pretending it wasn't there. She just wanted to find her way to Trollus, where she was betrothed to its prince. 

The problem was, she was utterly and completely lost at this point.

So it was by pure accident that she stumbled upon the small gathering. She had heard a whisper that swirled about the wind as she had approached, but she had not quite understood its meaning. The highest peak of the Lunar Mountains? Come and you will be gifted with gratitude? To be honest, Cécile had thought she was merely going insane from exhaustion. But, it seemed, she had not been the only one who had heard the strange voices, as the others who had gathered here at the peak of these gods-foresaken mountains seemed to have been called by it as well. 

She quickly tried to smooth her mane and shook the seaweed from her tail behind a tree before she approached, head held high and regal. Her emerald eyes gleamed with intelligence, and she gave a warm smile to the other equines gathered around. She sidled up just as a dark stallion voiced his own question, and Cécile took the opportunity to second it.

"Yes, what is going on here? I was merely passing through when all of a sudden a voice was whispering to me and I felt compelled to come here. What strange magic is this?"

The young woman's voice tinkled like rain on glass, a soft and musical soprano that cut through the air like a bell. She looked around at the strange equines around her, eager for answers. The last person in this land she had questioned had merely left her more confused... perhaps here, she could learn more?

"Vocalization." | Actions | Thoughts



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"Delighted to make your acquaintance," the forest maiden nickered with a dip of her tiara adorned head. She acknowledged each in turn, first the filly then the wolf pup, "Azrik, Nicla." It was still a blissful novelty to have to ask for their names at all. Prior to her descension she had simply known. Her omnipotence had left her devoid of genuine understanding. The knowing had expanded to encompass everything and everyone. The past, the present, and the future were all blended together into a melting pot with which she had little inspiration to shape and influence with her presence. Now Cora knew only the thoughts within her own skull. Her predictions were hindered and the possibilities of the future were endlessly expanding before her. She only needed to reach out and embrace these familiar yet entirely unfamiliar equines around her.

 
Pearl white teeth gleamed bright against her chartreuse lips as she smiled down at the skittish pup before her little paws scampered to place her behind the petite hooves of the bold filly. At the inquiry of normality or abnormality, Cora found her malachite eyes darting upward to meet Azrik’s gaze with sparkling excitement. "Elysium is full of many magical creatures. Each and every time they come out to play is as thrilling as the last no matter the time between visits." She found her head turning to entertain the visage of the astral being once again. It was on the tip of her tongue who they were yet she was utterly clueless, it was fabulous! The anticipation had her hide rippling and her tail swishing with eagerness.

Another crested the peak and found themselves within the small gathering surrounding the rune stone and its otherworldly, star-like figure. A poise of elegance gave them an air of respectful dignity and Cora found she wasn’t able to discern if they were male or female by scent. From their brow sprouted a pair of antlers that curved upward then backward to cradle an orb between their tines. They were truly fascinating in appearance and she hoped to get to know them when their voice spoke a greeting and sided with the onyx drago-equine. Her orbs momentarily flicked over to the enormous mare as if to check if she was still there and, indeed, she was standing tall and proud. A shiver of deference skittered along up her slender limbs.

So captivated by the sight Coralynne didn’t catch the approach of the next addition until his masculine introduction supplied a name to the face – Syrilth, Queen of Lyrus. Blinking away from the spell she turned to face Symkaria. What a lovely name, she savored the syllables, Symkaria. When his cyan eyes turned to rest upon her she felt an enchanting flush of femininity suffuse her cheeks until they turned a richer, darker olive. When his stumbled over the words as he tried to keep formal yet polite, she released a mellifluous titter. "I am she but I am also no longer. I am simply a lady among mortals and immortals alike trying to puzzle out this mysterious calling that has us all gathered here."

In a short lapse of time another join them, she was a glossy palomino with an eye catching horn fashioned of the clearest crystal. Of course Coralynne agreed that the magic was strange and compelling so she nodded her head. Perhaps all their questions would be answered soon.
"Your character's speech tags." | Your character's thinking tags.
 
OOC | Plot Account Caelian Heroin Azrik Syrilth Stellar Infinitum Symkaria Cécile

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Alell

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She needed to see color; shades of blue, visions of yellow, hues of green, hints of white, blushes of pink, and more. Anything except red! The passionate, powerful, authoritative color had predominated her life for the last couple of seasons as she spent the majority of winter, spring, and a portion of summer idling in the Red Waste. Having followed a close friend into the warrior herd, the filly-mare had been accepted by the queen despite her clear lack of fighting skills. So she had spent endless days and many nights treading through the russet dunes and flying the arid currents of her newest home. Today, however, she could be seen soaring away from the Lyrus territory through the soft embrace of night.

"Come to me to the highest peak of the Lunar Mountains. Whether you're young, in your prime, or elderly, for I need help for you to find my old friends. Come and you will be gifted with gratitude."

The message had been too tantalizing to resist. When the dazzling sparkle of condensed light had whirled toward her she had reared in fright. But, at the soft charming voice, the chestnut tobiano had easily been persuaded to leave her post as lookout. For a while she had loped across the familiar track of sand. Then she had been filled with a sense of urgency that told her to get there faster so she had spread her feathered wings and taken flight.

Circling above, her heart heavy with the stunning beauty of colors, the lithe figure slowly began to drift lower until she sighted an appropriate landing spot a little lower than the peak a number of equines were congregated upon. Thankful that she saw the familiar silhouette of Syrilth, someone familiar, the timid fae hit the ground a bit harder than she anticipated and scraped a knee. Unfazed by the small hurt, she bit her lower lip as she scrambled up the steep slope to where all the strangers were alongside Syrilth. Sweat lathered her neck, shoulders, and flank when she managed to reach the rest of them. Trembling legs – from both fatigue and fear – brought her to stand beside the comforting presence of her looming monarch. "H-hi," was all she breathlessly whispered up to towering mare. Mismatched eyes were wide enough to show white at the edges as she looked at each stranger in turn before settling her gaze on the starry ghost near the stone etched with peculiar marks. The concept of a written language was foreign to the naive maiden.


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Posted on May 16 2018, 2:34 AM. (Edited: May 16 2018, 2:46 AM by Camy.)
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All the different kinds of equines made the Lost One pleased as they entered, talking with one another, while some asking questions.  No doubt they were curious but in due time that they would have answers.  "Thank you for all coming."  They bowed respectfully before rising itself back up.  "I am the one who watches over this burial site.  Many years, many centuries have past by.  I do not remember my name, but I remember what I am here for.  I need for you to search for the ruins in the lands that reappeared in groups of two: Mystic Woodland, The Pale, Caledon Heights, and Hellrise Gorge."

"These ruins hold a gift deep inside.  What you will find I cannot remember but, it should help you on your life here in Elysium.  All I know is that they were made by my people.  I cannot remember anything but the moon."  With a break, it stared into all the eyes of the equines gathered.  "Before you go, I wish the moon to watch over all of you.  The ruins are from dear comrades from years ago so I ask that you do not damage them when inside."

"Follow the lights that will guide you just like the ones when I called to you.  When you find the items, you don't need to return.  Just please take whatever you find.  I will know when you find them.  I know what my friends will say to you."  A lonesome expression on their face was enough to say that they missed their friends.  "When you find them and take the items, cherish them please is all I ask in return."  With a bright gleam all around their body, the equine dispersed into small amounts of lights, some disappearing, while some floating over to the equines, waiting for them to move.  The rock began to shimmer through its carvings again, the forgotten magic nearly humming.

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The Lost One has ordered your characters to go and follow their light guides to the ruins located in the recent Neutral lands!  Make sure you put the [Lost One Plot!] in the title when posting your character entering the lands, falling upon the ruins and trying to find their way through.  You only need to make one for yourself, you don't have to group up with another. After you finish, please wait for the Plot Account to give you a reply if your character succeeds in finding the item or not the first try.  Points have been awarded to those who participated and as always, you're free to respond to the Lost One or not before your character leaves on their exploration! <3

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Cora
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Alell Because this thread didn't reach the limit of 12 characters and we were lenient on the closing timeframe, Alell is allowed to participate!

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Stellar Infinitum
Symkaria

Hellrise Gorge
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Azrik
"Your past does not create you.
Your actions are what shape you."
So many new horses here! Even as Coralynne answered her question, two more approached the gathered group. Azrik giggled and nodded her own greeting to the new stallion. She gleefully tucked away the knowlege of the biggest mare's name - Syrilth - and was curious to realize that Symkaria seemed to at least recognize Cora. "Firstborn?" she questioned, butting into the conversation as Symkaria and anothernewcomer directed their questions to the celestial figure. "What's a Firstborn?"

Her question came just before what seemed to be the last arrival. The painted mare seemed exhausted and also seemed to know Syrilth. Don't you dare get attached! You don't even know what she's like! Nicla protested.

But she's so tall! And look at her wings! Look at the scales! Azrik bounced in place along with her thoughts, too excited over the mare to keep herself still. When the mysterious figure spoke, golden eyes kept darting over to watch the winged mare's reaction to the words.

You're going to get us in trouble.

Shhhh! No I won't. Now pay attention. Nicla grumbled and nibbled Azrik's leg in protest. The figure burst into lights much like the orb of before, startling the filly into freezing for a split second. One of the lights seemed to zoom in on her, dancing around her head before darting away. It repeated this a few times before Azrik realized it was trying to lead her to Syrilth.

A direction she was all too willing to follow, of course.

Azrik bounced over and said a cheerful hello to both mares. The light drifted around her head in lazy circles, apparently content for the moment. Maybe she's heading the same way? Nicla suggested.

"Can you give me a lift down? I think we're going to the same place, more or less, and, um." Here, she hesitated, unwilling to admit that she found climbing the mountain side far less frightening than going back down. "I'm scared to go by myself," she finally decided.
"She speaks." | She thinks.

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All that occured was extraordinarily exciting. As the outline of the horse spoke, Caelian leaned in, his ears pricked and his attention fully on the ghost. Others had asked it questions, and it took the time to answer them, before giving them a task. This task, Caelian found, made his heart leap inside his chest. His pale eyes watched with interest, before he turned them temporarily upon the other members of their gathered party.

Many different kinds of equines had joined their party. Caelian barely recognised any of them, perhaps only the cream and chestnut mare that called herself Alell. He had seen her once at the ball his king had held, but had not taken the time to talk to her. 

He quickly turned his eyes back to the ghost, however, as it finished its speech and burst into thousands of small lights, the same as those that led him here. One of them floated over to him, seemingly waiting for him to move. He stared at it for a moment, before looking back at the other horses. None of them even seemed to acknowledge his presence, they wouldn’t miss him. He took the chance to escape, slipping off the side of the platform where they stood, and following the light down the mountain with a flutter in his heart and a bounce in his step.
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Posted on May 16 2018, 8:13 PM. (Edited: May 16 2018, 8:17 PM by Heroin.)
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If there was one thing that Hero could say that he was right about, it was his first guesses. The being that was lit up did call for him to come. They were the one that sent out the energy balls beckoning for horses to come to its aid. He was correct that others were compelled to join up as well, and that more information was offered up. A plethora of new faces, young and older, trickled in one by one to see what the latest news was there. Approximately six or so mares showed up and another stallion, all contributing their say on the matter. Ideas were tossed around, those familiar with one another greeted each other, and all that jazz of sorts. That was all fine and good; Heroin was fine with that. At least the buzz of conversation made him feel like he was amongst good company again and not all by himself out there. That would have driven the stallion stark craving mad eventually with no return. It was bad enough that he already short circuited like he did occasionally, he did not need to be straight up crazy on top of that too.

But while he was right about a few things, Heroin was also wrong about others as well. He was the only one summoned out of the Obsession line apparently, and his siblings had not shown up. Sigh. So much for meeting up with them on the mountain; that idea was squashed and made Hero deflate a bit. This was what he was afraid of, that the three of them would get too far gone from one another. His brother and sister were who knows where exactly. All he could do was shrug his shoulders in their sockets and turn his eyes towards the horse-like figure once more. The other thing that Heroin was wrong about was filling in more missing pieces. Some information was given, though it was very vague and uncertain. The moon was the main aspect, so perhaps what everyone was meant to find had to do with that. And who were these friends that this thing talked about? How would they know who talked to who? Somethings were more clear and others were even more confusing than when they started. But the stag chose to accept the mission given to him, shrugging once more in resignation. This gave him something to occupy his mind and free time and not a moment too soon either.

The purple patterned man turned to the green former firstborn, Cora, as she was assigned to the same place as he was. He wondered if she would like to travel together, and briefly opened his mouth to ask. But instead of saying something, Hero’s mouth closed thereafter. What if she wanted to go it alone and not with him? Others were vying for her attention too anyways; he did not want to be a bother. He did not want to look like an overzealous fanboy, mesmerized by a spirit turned mortal. ‘Close your mouth boy, before a fly flies into it and you choke,’ his thoughts told him. Heroin rolled his eyes in annoyance, for no one else could hear his thoughts, and made his way towards the exit soon after. There were no actual flies around, how could one randomly go into his mouth? They did not just do that, right? Well, believe it or not, it was possible, and it did happen too, just not in the usual sense.  

If the new ball of light that was supposed to guide Heroin could tap its foot, or look at a watch in impatience, it probably would have been at that point. It seemed to be waiting on him to make a move towards the woodland at any point. The thing did not have time for him to gawk after mares; it had a single, solitary job to do and that was it. The ball flew into Heroin’s mouth, filling the open space. It lit up the inside of cheeks and his entire muzzle, all the way to the back of his throat. A gargling noise bubbled in his throat before was obliged to spit the ball out. This brought a less than pleased look on Heroin’s face, and his stamped his front hoof, trying to get the feeling out of his throat. Pushy little thing it was; whatever he was supposed to find had better be good and worth all of this. No one else’s seemed to be this way; theirs was friendly, his was trying to suffocate him like that. The stallion could have sworn up and down that it was laughing at him about it too.

“Okay, okay, we are going now. Stop doing that stupid,” Heroin huffed begrudgingly. The way he figured it, if Cora ended up where he did, then great. If not, also great.

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Posted on May 16 2018, 10:18 PM. (Edited: May 16 2018, 10:21 PM by Syrilth.)
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The equine was so unlike the Firstborns but it didn't answer her question.  Suspicion arose even more but so far, they were harmless.  Just before she was about to leave, Syrilth saw the little filly bounce toward her and Syrilth reacted on instinct by snapping her head up.  More so when the light source seemed to buzz around her.  Seemed like the filly's own light was guiding her to Syrilth.

But why?

She got her answer, but one that made her blink.  Carry the filly down?  All because they were going to the same place?  What on - ah, she was scared.  Syrilth looked at the now glimmering rock at the side her eye before looking back down.  She climbed the mountain but couldn't go back down?  The mountains were steep...one mistep could.  Syrilth flared out her wings, coming to a decision.  "All right, but if you get scared on the way, I won't slow down," She couldn't believe that agreed to it but here she was, doing so.  Letting a young foal get on her.  The mighty Queen of Lyrus lowering herself so that the filly could get on her.

"Hurry and get on," she said gruffly, not liking this but if the filly even tripped or injured herself if she refused, Syrilth knew she would feel regret.  Despite her intimidating appearance and attitude, foals were strangly her weakness.  

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Posted on May 17 2018, 12:21 AM. (Edited: May 17 2018, 12:22 AM by Cécile.)
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Cécile
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It was with both curiosity and awe that the young woman watched the Lost One speak, her gaze glimmering with the witchlights that hovered in the air. Yes, this truly was a very strange... and yet beautiful magic. Delicate ears flickered forward and back as the Lost One gave them directions, a soft twitch of her tail sending ivory strands to sway against her hocks. 

When the ethereal being had finished speaking, Cécile watched as one of the lights floated gently to her. It glowed just inches from her nose... a soft warmth emanating from its center. It bobbed slightly, as if it was appraising the young woman, before darting a few feet away towards the North. Tentatively, as if in a trance, Cécile began to follow it. Around her, the other equines were beginning to follow their own lights away from the peak as well.

Just before she stepped from the clearing, she noticed two others whose lights seemed to be leading them in the same direction. A young, dark gray male could barely be seen by the light of the moon, following a bouncing light further down the side of the mountain path. He seemed to have gotten a bit of a head start from the others. The other was a striking white and brown pegasus, whom Cécile turned to before following the male.

"Our lights seem to be guiding us in the same direction. Would you like to go together? I don't know this place at all, and it would be safer in a group."

She nodded her head in the direction of the path the male was following, her crystal horn glinting in the moonlight.

"He looks to be going the same way as well. Let's follow him."

Despite a flutter of apprehension, the call of adventure was one that Cécile could not ignore. Though she was wary, she was also intrigued by this strange land where she had found herself... and the intrigue of finding whatever the Lost One had wanted them to find? Well, that was just icing on the cake. So she set off after Caelian, dainty hooves picking a safe path down the mountainside.

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Posted on May 17 2018, 1:16 AM. (Edited: May 17 2018, 1:17 AM by Azrik.)
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Azrik
"Your past does not create you.
Your actions are what shape you."
Azrik watched Syrilth debate her request, breath held. Nicla shifted nervously - no matter what the mare said, the pup wasn't going to be happy. If she denied them, it would be because Azrik would be disappointed. If she accepted them... She was a wolf through and through; her paws belonged on the ground. Neither one flinched as those massive draconic wings flared out. The mare's voice was rough as she agreed to take them down, urging them to hurry and get on.

The filly took great care to not scramble and accidentally hurt the mare or her wings. Azrik ended up sprawling awkwardly across Syrilth's back, Nicla joining her within seconds and nestling between the bodies of the two horses. No, come up farther, Azrik demanded, grabbing hold of one paw between her teeth and carefully pulling Nicla forward. I want to be able to hold onto you just in case.

It's already going to be a bumpy ride, came the expected complaint, though the pup did make herself comfortable within easy reach. Just... Go ahead and tell her to leave. The sooner this starts, the sooner it's over with.

Awww, are you embarrassed? Azrik teased. "I think we're ready to go now," she said aloud. Her teeth grabbed Nicla's scruff and held not so tight as to bleed. Both had to shift their weight hurriedly as the mare rose to her full height once more.

Nicla squeezed her eyes shut. Please, whoever's out there listening, don't let this end badly.

This is awesome!

Exit Azrik and Nicla.
"She speaks." | She thinks.

OOC: Syrilth


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Lookout

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Posted on May 17 2018, 10:33 PM.
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#21

Alell

Tried to keep our colors inside the lines
 
A jolt rocked her bodice when the starlight being spoke. Not a single hoof of hers moved but her body leaned away as they bowed. She was still filled with fright at being so close to so many strange equines. Yet the strange being spoke of finding ruins in the reappeared lands. She had yet to explore these new places and tested their names out in her mind. Her mouth shaped the words without saying them. Enthusiasm swelled in her chest at the prospect of treasure hunting for a gift stowed away for centuries. The tobiano couldn’t remember the last time she was able to frolic and snoop for hidden gems. She missed the thrill of finding something new or old, shiny or matte. The prospect of following these little lights to her next adventure emboldened her enough that she stopped hiding in Syrilth’s shadow.

In fact, Alell had been so enamored by the voice of the nameless one and the sight of them disappearing like a burst of the cosmos that she didn’t realize her queen had already left her side. Mismatched eyes blinked rapidly to reorient until she spied Syrilth lowering down to let a foal on her back?!

A youthful giggle erupted from her at the sight and she had taken a few stray steps toward them to join them in the hunt when a fizzling light bounced in her path. It streaked away, in the opposite direction, which left the maiden confused. Then it came back to bop her on the nose and zoom ahead to illuminate the rump of a stallion traveling at a jovial pace toward the north. Something about him was familiar but she couldn’t quite place it.

When a pale mare spoke beside her, Alell squeaked in surprise. Then her eyes widened in awe at the beautiful green hue of the stranger’s eyes and the gleam of her horn. It was only after she suggested following the stallion that the sepia pegasus broke from her shyness and softly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes – safe together." Shuffling to follow after the other mare, she called out a little louder than before, "My name is Alell. I hope we find the treasures. This is going to be fun." Bobbing her head in agreement to her own words, the filly-mare felt her lips curve in a smile of excitement.



"Your character's speech tags." | | "Your character's thinking tags."
 
OOC | Plot Account My little girl would adore following Cécile Caelian I'll be responding to Cécile's Lost One thread shortly. 


Rogue

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Posted on May 21 2018, 11:30 PM.
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#22

Coralynne
My only friend was the man in the moon

Though her lips betrayed the delight of enlightening the foal, the green maiden didn’t have time to inform Azrik about the firstborns and their role within the land of Elysium because a familiar, yet unfamiliar, voice filled her ears. This was the voice that had whispered to her and encouraged her to come to this peak, highest among Lunar Mountains. Full attention once again brought back to the shimmering vision of the strange equine, Coralynne found she was held captive as they spoke. A burial for whom? How many years or centuries ago? Had they been friends once upon an eon? None of the questions would be answered this evening and the forest fae found that she didn’t mind the unknown. Perhaps the lack of knowing was what gave her such a thrilling sense of wonder, the likes of which she had never known until becoming mortal.

 
The trio of resurrected lands was yet unexplored by her maiden hooves and the juvenile mare frisked the ground in a prance of anticipation. Her swift movements brought up a light dust and made pebbles skittered around. She didn’t particularly care about the idea of finding some hidden gift but she beamed a radiant smile at the prospect of being paired up. The once-firstborn ached to connect with the mortals that were now her kin as ordinary beings so this would be a perfect opportunity.

When the celestial-like figure dissolved into orbs of light, some lingering while others were winking out of existence, Coralynne was swift to move as her light came to pair with her. The ghost white sphere was no larger than the size of her eye and hovered just ahead of her. "Let’s see who the lucky buddy is," her pleasant to the ear voice eagerly whispered aloud. Though she spoke to no one in particular because the young lass had already left her in favor of the enormous black mare. At the sight of the nifty little globe whizzing through the air to wink and twinkle near the retreating form of a mostly black stallion, she made the assumption that they were to be paired up. She hadn’t witnessed the hilarious ordeal that occurred between him and his light-guide. Instead, the verdant mare realized this was the same male that had the peculiar contraption around his neck that looked remarkably like a collar. Too caught up in her thoughts, when she blinked her malachite eyes and looked upon the world again she realized she was all alone. They had all gone, most importantly her partner! With a startled snort she took off after her frantically bobbing light in hopes of catching up. It seemed as though her light wanted her to hurry and catch up too from the way it weaved and zagged. 

"Your character's speech tags." | Your character's thinking tags.
 
OOC | Now to head out and catch up with Heroin

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