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Post by Kytte on Feb 6, 2019 1:25:47 GMT -6
 “At least us Aquorians do not hide away from our own people with false smiles and quick words”
Aliyah giggled gently at Ouusaldus’s rebuttal as Jemin was caught red handed in his escape. Personally, Aliyah did not care if he stayed or left, but larger forces at play seemed to have their hand in it too. “Like a snake” bounced around the group and whilst it seemed to startled almost everyone, Aliyah quickly turned her direction back to Ouu. Storytelling was a soothing practise to Aliyah, and perhaps her suggestion was a little self indulgent. After all, it had been awhile since she had a chance to catch her fathers, let alone revel in the once protective and blanketing comfort they held over her. Now a little older, perspectives had shifted, but some things never changed.
Adonis had often spoken of stories of Cascade, of the water, and had even mentioned of the mysterious realms of Aquore. It was a world that fascinated her so, and sounded far more lush and interesting than the Oasis had been. But still, these were the rules everyone was playing by. To hear that Ouu had once lived in Aquore immediately sparked her blue eyes a little bit brighter. But the story was short lived as more and more words began to bounce around the room, even some sounding like her own. Aliyah looked to Yemina and wondered if her sister was on to something.
“Perhaps? My Dad’s spoke of Alya being a trickster, especially when her people went to Gods Landing on her return…”
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 6, 2019 13:53:23 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
  
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"Wasn't me ... what ... wits!" Speckled words danced and ricocheted back and forth in the air, leaving Eniah both curious and quite disturbed. Feeling a moment of uncertainty, the colt began to look toward the rest of the group for some sort of confirmation. In all his years of living, he had never experienced oddities such as this before. Perhaps its the canyon walls, he thinks, trying to make sense of the strange echo, but as Jemin suggests to investigate, Eniah begins to realize that this occurrence was not natural, even to the Serorans.
"Skii-ee!" Sol lets out a screech as he flutters down from the tree he had perched in, returning to the fold of the shawl sitting on Eniah's withers.
"Sol?"
"Something's wrong." The kestrel deduces in his own tongue.
This makes Eniah only feel more uneasy. His ears flatten in discomfort. "Sol says something's wrong." He translates. Feeling his legs tremble a little, Eniah looks at Tumble and Ianthe for reassurance. Then he glances toward Ouusaldus, the adult and presumably the most mature member out of the group, seeking some sort of explanation. When the others begin offering guesses, suggesting Alya as the possible cause, Eniah huffs inwardly.
Alya, the sky witch. Aodh painted her as a criminal and the true villain, but ever since he had arrived here, Eniah had slowly begun to question how much of that was true. He knew this much, Alya probably hated the Aodhians ... and she probably hated him. Eniah bit his lip for a moment.
Still, where Tumbleweed goes, Eniah goes. The older had volunteered himself to help investigate, and out of a desire to simply stay near his closest friend, the child reluctantly followed. "I don't like this..." He admits nervously as he begins to trail after Tumble.
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Post by taebun on Feb 7, 2019 2:00:05 GMT -6
 Tumble | 16 | Windracer
The teen's ears twitched at every stray voice that seemed to echo around them, seeming almost mocking in nature. While their group was beginning to grow uneasy, himself being no exception, he still couldn't shake the intense curiosity at what could possibly be watching them. But despite his interest in whatever it was that was that was throwing their words back at them, his familiar definitely felt otherwise. Similar to his friend's bird companion, Bek also fidgeted on his spot on his owner's shoulders. His small head turned every which way as quickly as he could manage, trying to pinpoint a direction to which the voices were coming from only to settle as confused and frightened as he was before. "It's okay, Bek." Tumble turned his head to murmur comforting words to his little friend. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Sol's own reaction a top Eniah's shoulders and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt that perhaps his words of comfort could be wrong. "Just stay on my shoulders buddy, I won't let anything happen to you." Is it Alya? My dad spoke of Alya being a trickster... "Alya?" His thoughts spilled out into words before he could stop them. "It couldn't be her..." his question came out in the form of a whisper, "could it?" At the sound of his friend's approach Tumble took a few steps closer to be at his side. He could see from his pinned ears how uneasy he was and that alone began to cause some anxiety to rise up to the surface. "It'll be fine, En." He spoke in a quieter voice as his eyes moved from Yemina, Aliyah and then resting on his friend. "Even if it is the sky mother she would never do anything to hurt us."
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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 11, 2019 18:45:07 GMT -6
Ianthe
the Folk
Whatever was going on... it wasn't natural! This wasn't 'just' the wind tossing voices about, this was something else. Something... deliberate, picking out whatever it wanted or needed from conversations, and it left Ianthe's feather's standing on end especially as her own voice was thrown back. This couldn't be Jemin, at least not judging by the expression on his stupid face, and it certainly wasn't herself! So... who was the culprit?
As the rest of the 'gang' began to catch on, the kids soon lost interest in the promised story, spurred on by the mystery echo instead. Ianthe shot Jemin a briefly apologetic glare (which was more like a traditional glare than anything else), before she tried to herd the little ones together, wings extended to aid her.
"C'mon kiddos! Stay together! This a mystery we gotta solver together! " she tried to bait them, while eyes darted among the other 'adults', hoping for some sort of confirmation.
To Yemina she gave a grimace of worry because they had been chatting together and that had built a small bridge between them. Lowering her voice to just above a whisper she leaned in close to the other pegasus: “What the heck is going on? “
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 14, 2019 11:25:05 GMT -6
Ouusaldus
Skirmisher Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
  
x | x Hearing his own voice bounce back caused a shudder to travel up Ouusaldus’ spine, the trickery of the canyon itching to get under his skin. He glanced at Yemina and Aliyah, eyebrows furrowed at the mention of their goddess and her trickery. He would always follow under her wings, her winds lifting his own wings and head. She was noble as she was clever. Were these voice truly her doing? They seemed accusatory, playful and misleading at the same time. It put Ouusaldus on edge.
He glanced to Ianthe, before clearing his throat and looking forward “Yes, no wandering off. Younger ones, Stay behind Jemin and I and stick with the teenagers. Be wary” he warned with his low voice, readying his axe. As they began to move towards the origin of the echo, he couldn’t help but grumble “I don't like this either.” It was his job as a skirmisher to protect the Seroran people- no, his people now. He was sure to be questioned again if anything happened to the children around them, especially with Jemin and his silver tongue around.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 14, 2019 21:33:07 GMT -6
admin notes A sort of shimmer coats a patch of air not far from the area the group has chosen to explore. The pale, translucent hue turns a faint blue as it drifts closer.
Not Alya, sky mother, continuing it's piecemeal conversation. It turned to a faint pink and paused before continuing. Trickster...perhaps
Seemingly finally sensing the apprehension of the group, the patch of air floats closer and deepens to purple. Would never do anything to hurt you
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 14, 2019 22:01:02 GMT -6
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ENIAH
your scars will be remade in gold.
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Eniah's ears flatten a bit more, not incredibly reassured by Tumbleweed's statement. 'Sure, she might not do anything to hurt you guys,' he thinks to himself, 'but a former Aodhian is probably far less welcomed...' Especially when given the herd's current crisis. His ears flicked to and fro in different directions, unwillingly treading alongside the rest of the group while he attempted to make sense of this strange anomaly. It felt like acoustics in a wide room: voices bouncing back too and fro, echoing into vast hallways. But this was no hallway, this was a wide open space.
On his withers, he feels Sol ruffle his feathers and shake, probably just as unnerved as he was, though likely for different reasons. As they trek, Eniah notices with growing interest how a shimmering light begins to shift in color, its bright blue hue shifting into a vivid pink. Eniah stops dead in his tracks. "Wh - what is that...?" The soft blue aura of his teke slowly wraps around the crook of his staff. He considered pulling it out, suspicious that it might have been a threat, or some sort of magic. Though he was not well acquainted with the strange and mystical, Eniah often approached the unknown with an apprehensive and guarded stance.
But he's also a bright child, and he begins to suspect that the incorporeal force before them might have been responsible for this, when he notices it shift in gradually in color as more words are picked out and returned to them. Whatever this was ... was it sentient? "Guys. I think something's trying to talk to us."
Then the colt quietly nudges Tumbleweed, wanting to test his theory. "Speak more. Try throwing more words at it. Ask some basic questions." He whispers low. The boy was too suspicious to try it himself. If someone in this group was going to do it, he knew Tumble was the horse for the job.
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Post by taebun on Feb 14, 2019 22:35:59 GMT -6
Tumble | 16 | Windracer
The colt's bright blue eyes almost immediately locked onto patch of changing color, and almost as quickly did his body freeze, muscles tense and ears laying flat against his ruffled head of blond hair. "Woah..." One ear twitched after his exclaim as he heard a collective gasp from the younger foals behind them. He glanced at the two adults in their group, gaze moving from Jemin to Ouusaldus as he tried to read their reactions. He had never seen, let alone experienced anything like this before but he had a mixture of unease and curiosity in the place of fear. Tumble turned his head slightly at the sound of his friend's voice. Ask some basic questions. "Like what?" He murmured in return, not taking his eyes off of the strange thing that had now made it's appearance seen. For several moments he only eyed it suspiciously, tilting his head to the side as he did before he finally took a step forward, only stopping when his familiar tugged at the tip of one of his ears which earned a sharp 'ow' from him. Tumble shot a soft glare at his bird before gently lifting him up with his teke and placing him down on Eniah instead before he cautiously continued forward, not even stopping to think for a moment that it might not have been the smartest move. "Hello..." It was the first word that left his mouth and a small part of him wished he could've thought of something more clever. He quickly looked over his shoulder at Eniah before he looked back at the patch of air that had now turned a darker color. The sudden change sent a cold shiver down his spine that made his hair stand on end but Tumble wasn't about to back down from an encounter that he had already begun. "Not Alya..." he thought aloud, repeating back the words that were echoed back at them. Slowly, hesitantly his ears swiveled forward. Would never do anything to hurt you. Maybe Eniah was right, it was trying to communicate with them. "You're not here to hurt us?" Tumble spoke slowly, eyes searching the colors in trying to find a feature, something he could try and recognize as familiar. "Is there something you want from us, or is..." he paused mid-sentence, in thought before continuing, "is there something you want to tell us?"
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 17, 2019 14:17:07 GMT -6
admin notes The colored air ripples slightly. Not here to hurt you. It floats closer, turning pink and flickering. Trying to talk.
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Post by brandvandet on Feb 18, 2019 21:42:49 GMT -6
You seem to have made a friend and discovered a new creature: Echo (click)
COMPLETE 20 AP and 20 CS to Jemin, Aliyah, Eniah, Ianthe, Ouusaldus, Tumbleweed, Yemina. |
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