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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jan 2, 2017 23:19:37 GMT -6
J E M I N Seroran Planter
He tried not to think of the depth to that darkness, nor the sense of wrongness that oozed from the cave's gaping maw. He tried to neglect the shift in the shadows, the sound of hooves brushing across stone. Large hooves.
No, none of this he tried to think of. None of it existed. There was only him and Ishmael; engaging in casual, completely-not-suspicious conversation.
He watched with quiet amusement as the mullah leaped in surprise, startled by what had been a less than stealthy approach. Jemin merely smiled in a tired, offhanded manner, waiting for Ishmael to regain his bearings. The white horse's uneasiness was blatant, evident by how he swung himself to block the cave, and then fired out a question soon after. 'Why are you here?'
Jemin hadn't the slightest desire to give a honest answer, for he doubted Ishmael would take kindly to the fact of his manipulation. So, instead, he did what he always did; lie. Improvise. Flatter. "For the same reasons as you, it would seem. I just had to get away from the oasis for a breath of fresh air. It gets awfully crowded back there, don't you think?" His dark gaze drifted, briefly, towards the edge of the shrubbery. The other Serorans should be getting some good perspective on the cave by this point, although he couldn't be quite sure. "But what a neat coincidence this is, that we both ended up here. And would you look at that - the flora is simply divine. What do you suppose this purple whatchamacallit is?" Gesturing towards a small, purple desert flower, he prodded it gently with one sand-coated hoof. In response, the delicate petals drooped limply against the dusted earth.
The mule smiled hastily, nudging the flower upright with telekinetic aid. Scarcely a second passed before it flopped back to the side. Had flowers been able to speak, he felt certain it would be screaming bloody murder right about now.
Please, please let this be over with soon.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jan 5, 2017 10:20:20 GMT -6
Heads up! A few serorans have come to investigate what is going on. |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 5, 2017 12:46:54 GMT -6
Jack fidgeted as he waited a few hoof steps away, glancing back over his shoulder as he waited for Ianthe to finish talking her friends. He was usually a patient man but right now he needed something to distract his mind, occupy his thoughts. When Ianthe finally hopped over to Jack, he nodded his head at her and began making his way to the cave where Ishmael had snuck off with an entourage following behind him. When his companion spoke, he glanced back at her and shook his head, the antlers around his neck clunking together quietly "I do not know, my feathered friend," he smiled faintly "but let us hope that whatever it is, it doesn't have an appetite for bright and feathery things" he joked, winking at her and trying to lighten the mood. Even so, he felt his heart falter for but a moment before continuing on into the cave.
It took longer than usual for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, having been previously outside where Ignacio's sun shone brightly down onto their backs. Stepping lightly, he made his way through the passage with Ianthe, his ears buzzing with the silence as they made their way, a chill going down his spine. Soon enough, they came upon wherever Ishmael had snuck off too. At the sound of conversation, Jack slowly peeked his head around the corner of the rock wall, eyebrows narrowed as spotted the Mullah engaged in a conversation with a mule. With his deaf ear, he could barely hear what they were saying, but that did not worry him right now. Where were the others they had seen trailing after the ghost. Had they left? Jack hadn't seen them come out, so where were they? He shifted his eyes from the pair talking to the area around them, wondering where they were hiding. He could see the dark cave just past Ismael, a gaping maw that looked ready to eat the ghost. What are you hiding, ghost?
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aaaayyyy whats up everyone. please ignore my pathetic amount of posts 8,)
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 6, 2017 10:47:48 GMT -6
IanthePlanter
Ianthe's colorful plumage stood on end as the shaman joked about the possible monster, and her muzzle wrinkled as she suppressed and swallowed a snort of laughter. This was a stealth mission now, she reminded herself, but still she shot Jack a sly smile and replied in a low tone: "I'm hardly more than a toothpick, Jacky-o. Surely a monster would find your juicy bones much more appetizing! "
Ianthe stick her tongue out briefly as she joked and chuckle softly, falling silent afterwards. She took mild note of how Jack seemed on edge, attributing it to sneaking around. She was excited herself, finding it very difficult to stay silent when she so desperately wanted to share every possible scenario that popped into her mind.
It wasn't difficult for Jack and her to follow the previous 'herd' of horses, but it would seem that they had somehow... vanished. Ianthe frowned as she caught sight of the pale Ishmael conversing with a mule, and then a small flash of color and movement to the left directed her attention to one sneaky group. "Aaaaah, Jack look. They've split up. I bet that guy over there, is a distraction. You think the others are tryina get into that cave? " Ianthe whispered, nudging the shaman gently with a wing to make sure she had his attention.
"Oh! Ooooh, you think that's where Izzy's hidin' his 'monster'? " Ianthe couldn't help but add with a grin. Maybe he was hoarding chimeras of all shapes and sizes, which would be pretty neat, actually.
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OOC: Hi guys! If you have a Skype group going, could I please be added to it? Thanks!
Username: SagieWolfie
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 6, 2017 22:41:41 GMT -6
Antonio's ears flicked back, and an uncharacteristically worried look overcame his features. Tension was building inside of him, an anxiety almost, as the small, rag-tag group split up to encircle Ishmael. Antonio's words were acknowledged an he was assured by Atticus that they would try their best not to startle Antonio's friend, yet the bay couldn't help but worry.It wasn't like him to worry, yet he did.
Nervous thoughts dogged after the chimera's hooves as he followed in the wake of his hippocampus partner, creeping past various flora as they did their best to remain hidden. Where he could, Antonio stole glances at Jemin and Ishmael, trying to gauge how the conversation was going. However, it was much more difficult than he would've originally thought. Firstly, the two were quite a ways away, and the appaloosa had never been very good at eaves-dropping. Secondly, the vegetation around their area wasn't exactly that tall. Atticus, his partner, was a fair bit shorter than himself; a perfect height to hide behind the cacti an other native plants. However, Antonio was nearly three hands taller than his companion, an it took some steady concentration to keep himself as well hidden as he possibly could. His flashy coat did nothing to provide camouflage either, and Antonio quickly felt as though he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Finally, he managed to find a spot that covered him well enough that he felt relatively safe, and was within view of Atticus. Now, he had to wait.
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((ooc: AHHH I'm so sorry this took so long!! ;n; ))
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Post by Queerly on Jan 10, 2017 23:30:12 GMT -6
Ishmael“It is… it is a flower.” Ishmael observed astutely, their tone mindful, as though Jemin were the mad one of their unlikely pair, and the ghost feared aggravating his condition. They took another cautious step backwards, one hoof planted in the shade of the cave. “Just a fragile bloom… perhaps do not touch it so much, though?” As Ishmael spoke, their eyes cut to the darkness, eyeing whatever lay cloaked by shadows. The Mullah couldn’t quite contain a grimace, teeth set behind taut lips. When they spoke again, their voice was tight. “I- I really do need to be alone, Jemin.”
The mule’s name had not yet been given, but it was a name Ishmael knew all the same. The ability to pull names from thin air and recite anecdotes from his herdmates’ lives was Ishmael’s infamous skill, one that had put even the understanding Sultan on edge. And why shouldn’t it? Few horses would take invasions of privacy kindly.
“I’m sorry.” Ishmael continued, grimace growing as their discomfort swelled, “We can speak later. Yes, I... would be happy to speak later, elsewhere. Please.”
The wind had begun to shift, whistling a soft, ancient song through the oasis. Ishmael indulged a wayward thought of Alya; surely the Sky Mother was with them, ever watching over her children. It was a good thought, one that nearly served to relax the ghost…
… until the wind caught the scent of nearby herdmates. Alarmed, Ishmael spun on their hooves and began to realize, with growing horror, that they were utterly surrounded. “Ah.” The Mullah murmured, jaw working as though more should be said, but no further sound was forthcoming. A slight tremble shook their legs.
It wasn’t long, before the beast knew something was wrong. With the change of the winds direction, to the moment Ishmael seemed to cease speaking. It all felt wrong, so very wrong, yet a part of the beast wanted to remain in the cave, to stay inside, where it was safe. A small part wondering if this was a test, yet against the owns beast will, they began to move forwards, one step slowly which soon turned in a full run. The sun began to sink in, and eyes couldn’t adjust fast enough. Eyes narrowed as they spotted Ishmael, nostrils flared and teeth bared, while the small part of the beast begged to turn around. Safety safety it proclaimed, but yet the beast would not obey.
The beast leapt out of the cave, instantly blocking Ishmael from what may cause harm. The beast was quick to move into a defensive manner, antlers lowered and eyes narrowed on the closest equine: Jemin. Teeth bared as the beast shook his antlers forwards giving them all the space needed if the two must flee. Fire mane was ruffled with the wind, as scales glinted into the bright sun light. It looked as if the beast was born of fire, but kissed by winter. A single word erupted from their lips. ”Leave” The kirin spoke boldly with little room for discussion to be had.
Ishmael’s plea was nearly lost to the resonating thunder that was the kirin's command. “Don’t hurt him!”
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 11, 2017 0:24:14 GMT -6
With his ears pressed forward, Jack almost jumped out of his skin when pulled up beside him and whispered in his ear, taking a deep breath to calm himself and remember that they were trying to be stealthy and to see what the pale horse was hiding. Glancing at the pegasus beside him, Jack nodded his head in acknowledgement "Yes, I think you are right," he replied softly, craning his neck a little to try and see past the pair "It does seem like the mule is trying to distract Ishmael from the cave...we need to find what is in there" he spoke, determination in his voice. Faintly, he could see the soft rustle of the bushes that lined where the two were gathered, Ianthe's suspicions coming to truth. Narrowing his eyes, Jack moved to step out slightly, his curiosity getting the best of him. With his dampened hearing, he could only faintly make out the conversation between the two...something about flowers? Glancing down, Jack could see the rather wilted flower beneath their feet, his herbalistic knowledge telling him that it was a desert willow... a rather sad one at that. Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, he quickly looked back up to the conversation, trying his best to listen, only to hear the low song of the caves whistling reach his ears.
A shiver ran down his back, the air suddenly cold and tense and so unlike the warmth that the desert offered.
Jack held his breath, the conversation stalling as Ishmael regonized what was consipiring around him. He watched with baited breath and widening eyes as the besat leaped forward from where it slumbered. Jack had suspected a thunderbird, or a chimera or perhapse even a dragon but not this
not a Kirin.
Now, one would think that when faced with something that had been exctinct for decades you would be terrified, petrfied, shocked or maybe even awe-struck.
Not Jack. No, all Jack felt bubble in his chest was a searing rage.
His ears flicked back with a snap, teeth coming out as he stepped out of where he had been hiding with Ianthe, fear not registering as he stepped closer to the snarling, scaled beast. Jack was a quiet man, soft spoken and with a gentle heart that served to heal the people he lived with, the herd he loved and had been raised in. He knew he was not that much a of conversationalist, but had been a shoulder to lean on to countless horses, his words soft and just what they needed to heal broken minds and hearts. Jack liked to think that he had little rage in his heart. But now, he stood, face contorted in rage and disgust at Ishmael, his body tense.
Many had thought Ishmael to be a guide form Alya, someone who had led to the oasis and ensured their survival. Some had even bowed to him when he had first shown them this wonderous oasis. Jack had tried to not feel such distrust in the ghost, to perphase see what he had to offer and let him be apart of the herd. But now all he could do was let those pent up feelings out.
"ISHMAEL"
His voice rang loud a clear, a thunder clap from his lungs but not quite loud enough to revile the Kirins. It left his throat feeling raw and his chest taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself; he'd never raised his voice louder than a concerned shout before. "I always knew what you were, ghost. No saviour from Alya. The entire time you've been hiding this...this thing under our noses." His eyes stared at the creature not so far away from him, the sun casting strong reflections around them. Jack had had a rage bubbling in his stomach all day from the events that had transpired since the sun rose, but now there was nothing to stop it from bubbling over.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 11, 2017 14:42:36 GMT -6
Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse
Ryder inched forward at a painfully slow rate. His eyes darted to his companions around him, making sure none of them took a wrong step or moved to where they could be in danger. Weren't they all in danger though? Worry grew inside his chest at the thought of what laid within that cave that Ishmael protected. There had been hoofsteps from within the dark depths of the cavern, but what beast could lay in waiting in those shadows? Did it mean harm to them? Would all these horses sneaking up on it startle it into attack?
They were nearly upon the entrance to the cave when the winds blew around them. Wishfully, Ryder hoped that it was the air goddess, Alya, giving them a gentle reminder that she was watching over them and they were doing the right thing. It had provided a bit of relief to the Medicine-Horse, and a small smile had created a lopsided smirk on his face. Suddenly, however, the winds changed and blew their scent toward Ishmael. The Mullah whirled around to face them. Their eyes were wild in fear and shock as they realized that they were surrounded.
Ryder stepped forward slightly with a concerned, reassuring expression on his face. "Ishmael, it's alright. We just came to-"
His sentence was cut off as a blur of fiery-red and icy-blue ran past him and came to a stop in front of the pale, white hippocampus. The beasts posture was defensive, ready to fight at a moments notice, but it wasn't the creature's behavior that made Ryder's jaw drop. It was what the creature was: a kirin.
The fabled horses that had roamed these lands so long ago and had disappeared so long ago that many thought that they were a myth, and yet, one was standing before him right then. To say that Ryder was in awe was an understatement. He had no idea what to do with himself, so he stood there with his mouth open like a babbling fool for several more seconds before the sound of loud, angry shouts filled the air around him.
Instinctively, Ryder stepped in front of Tiga to protect the young filly from whatever was about to happen before turning his attention on the culprit. It was a familiar face and one he hadn't expected; it was Jack, the Shaman. Ryder wasn't normally one to partake in something of this manner. He was a quiet soul that would rather take in the events around him than participate in them himself. Maybe it was the stress of the situation or the circumstances themselves, but seeing the anger in Jack's eyes and the bared teeth of the kirin, Ryder could not do nothing and let someone get hurt. "Jack, please." Ryder said, stepping away from Tiga as he drew attention to himself. "This is upsetting to all of us, but we can settle this civilly... without anyone getting hurt." The hippocampus's gaze swept from Jack to the scaly, antlered equine, hoping that knowing they wanted to be peaceful would settle their nerves.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 11, 2017 23:36:03 GMT -6
Tiga
|| Filly || smol Pegasus || Apprentice ||
Patience was not one of Tiga's strong suits and yet the small filly found herself standing still for once, her tiny heart fluttered within her chest as she followed after Ryder into a hiding spot near the cave entrance and waited patiently for his signal to move. Her wings itched to take flight and she had to ruffle her feathers and chew on her bottom lip in order to keep the rest of her still long enough to watch the situation between Jemin and Ishmael go from bad to worse. Tiga felt the gentle caress of a comforting breeze before the wind turned against them, changing directions swiftly the soft brush of Alya turned from friend to foe as it alerted Ishmael of their position. The filly felt her heart leap into her throat blocking any access to precious air when the pale face of the fishy turned towards them and she saw horror in his eyes. She hadn't meant to hurt him...her legs twitched beneath her yearning to run to Ishmael and comfort him but the sound of barreling hooves stopped the filly. Before she knew what was happening a large...beast had leaped from the cavern to protect Ishmael, standing between the Mullah and the circle of horses. His voice was full of thunder and commanded them to leave as Ishmael begged for them not to hurt him. The filly couldn't believe her eyes, her mother had only told her a few stories of Aodh and her favorite had been about the mighty Kirins that once ruled the nation before being obliterated, wiped from the face of the world permanently...or so they had thought. Tiga leaned around Ryder trying to get a better look at the horse who resembled a dragon more than equine in some places, his antlers left her in awe.
Mind buzzing with so many questions Tiga was shocked at hearing more voices rise into angry shouts, how could anyone be angry at a time like this?! Before them stood a legend, myth in physical form. Unlike her fellow Serorans Tiga's view of Kirins had been swayed to reverence by her Aodh born mother who believed devoutly in both Ignacio and Alya above all else so she couldn't understand why everyone was so mad at seeing the Kirin stallion. Sure she was perturbed that Ishmael had kept such a secret from them but her anger was different, she felt no true hatred towards the Kirin because of his breed. They were all children of the Gods, and she would harm none of them unless given no other choice. She barely registered when Ryder left her side to confront the rather angry Seroran shaman, was his name Jack? She couldn't remember and right now her mind was preoccupied with her own plans. Taking a few dainty steps to free herself of the tangly underbrush Tiga shook the brambles free of her coat before cautiously tiptoeing and bouncing her way towards the Kirin and Ishmael. Trying her hardest to look innocent and sweet the filly adorned her face with her biggest and brightest welcoming smile she could muster, her large violet eyes filled with wonder only found in children as she stared up at the Kirin. "Hi!" She chirped happily, fluffing her feathers in glee, "My name is Tiga. What's yours?" Tiga figured the best way to calm the Kirin was to show him civility and kindness, and exchanging names felt like the best way to start such a conversation!
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jan 17, 2017 21:44:36 GMT -6
J E M I N Seroran Planter
Things were escalating at an alarming rate, leaving him with little time to marvel at how Ishmael pulled his name from thin air. The treacherous wind shifted, bringing with it the exposure of their plan. Although outwardly he remained bland and nonchalant as dust, inwardly Jemin's heart skipped a beat; the emotion shown only by the slightest waver in his smile. This...wasn't good. The smaller equine seemed overcome with panic, turning to and fro with shaking knees. Jemin moved instinctively, sidestepping alongside Ishmael in an attempt to block their view. "Hey hey hey, calm down there. It's probably nothing. Just a rogue familiar, or a...a..."He faltered, weary eyes drifting toward the cave's empty maw. Something was in there. Something was running - no, charging - out from within. By the time Jemin realized he stood in the direct line of attack, the creature had already leaped out; a blur of glinting scales, fiery hair and towering antlers, all displayed in a terrifyingly defensive manner. Rendered speechless, the mule stumbled back. What was this antlered abomination? What sort of terrible monster possessed scales and horns? A dragon, maybe, but surely it wasn't...surely it couldn't be - "Sweet Goddess..." He met the beast's narrowed gaze, his jaw shaking faintly. Oh, just to think of the profit a story like this would generate... He could see the headlines already; 'Ishmael: Serora's savior or a kirin-stashing backstabber?' The herd would be in shock - outrage, even. But such thoughts would have to wait. The beast made a command, to which he felt no desire to obey. "I-uh, I mean...leave? Oh but Sir, I only just got here," he began, but was soon drowned out by a horrified shout. The owner of the voice was unfamiliar to Jemin; a pale stallion, whom he couldn't recall having been in the group prior. Emerging not long after him came Ryder and the filly, which suggested more to come.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 18, 2017 19:24:37 GMT -6
 Sauron
Everything
has changed yet,
I am more me than
I've ever been
Ishmael's plea was heard by Sauron and he seemed to mentally give thanks to the kind soul that had cared for him. Given him water and fresh fruits and food. Told him of the dangers that laid waiting out there. Proclaiming he must stay hidden as there were many out there that would cause him harm. From the Savirors plea, they understood that Ishmael was indeed correct. Ears swirled towards the shout, but Sauron did not move, he remained where he was in a defensive manner, like a mother to a foal, he would not be moved, though that was before the stallion Jack opened up his mouth. "Bite your tongue, you shall not speak ill of him in my presence." he hissed out to the stallion, head lowered as he was fully ready to strike forwards if needed. How dare he speak such filth of his savoir. If it was not for them, Sauron would be wasted to the desert, and from what the Savior had spoken to him, so would all of this herd. Ungrateful welps. A soft voice on the inside pleaded for kindness, compassion, but for once Sauron felt more him and he would not allow that to vanish.
More seemed to appear a clear sign the two was out numbered, yet another seemed to come out talking. Eyes narrowed on this one, but they spoke of trying to talk it out. Sauron has decided that perhaps this one was truthful in wanting to talk civilly, not sure who one could do so when clearly they were all hiding in bushes. Filth filth filth. He shook his head a bit as he closed his eyes. Trying to recollect himself, yet as a small voice called out to him, one orange eye opened and then blue.
They lifted upwards a bit from their defensive manner as the small filly approached them with ease. Such a curious thing, they mused to themselves How odd that one with shouting all around could approach as if nothing would harm it. It seemed friendly enough and soon they relaxed a bit from their defensive manner allowing Ishmael to move if need be. The little filly spoke their name, Tiga; and soon asked for their own. "Sauron." the voice seemed more relaxed now then before. The sound of their name felt foreign to their ears, it didn't feel right it didn't seem right.
Head lifted slowly as Jemin remembering what they had said before all of this had come down. "Perhaps you all have over stayed your welcome. You come with horses hiding in bushes. I doubt you all mean the best for Ishmael and myself." they spoke calmly. While a part of them screamed to demand them all leave, to never return here again. They were unwelcome and unwanted. They instead shook their head of these thoughts and stood there looking to all the equine that seemed to appear as oddly as themselves did.
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