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Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Circinae - 10-28-2017
-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Circinae
OOC: This post is open to current members or ponies interested in joining. Full disclosure, I'm excited to play Circinae in this role, but it won't be for a very long time
So, if you feel that you've wanted a chance to maybe try your meddle at stepping into a leadership role, feel free to join Ischia and show Circy what you got. Let's make this fun while it lasts!
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Krone - 10-28-2017
ooc: Krone is interested in joining, also interested in any leadership positions! She was basically a born leader...also I would like to try my hand at it, I think it would be fun and a good change! :
Let me knowwww <3
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Brennen - 10-28-2017
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He has yet to settle, in the post-Reckoning Beqanna.
It just isn't his Beqanna. But alas, he isn't dying anytime soon, so he knows he will have to find a home. He'd tried Nerine first, thinking to ally himself with what was left of the Amazons in part due to a lack of a Tundra; he'd always respected the warrior women after all, and given his number of daughters, a female-led dynasty didn't seem like a terrible place. But It just wasn't his place. The sand just made him miss his own icy beaches and melancholy doesn't lead to anything good. Then he'd tried Hyaline, thought to help set up a place for the young to flourish. Dynasty and all, you see a pattern; but that hadn't been Brennen either, and the stallion had wandered off, isolated, visited by his children and grandchildren but doing a whole lot of nothing.
Until today. Today he felt called to the air, to soaring, and his aimless flight took him to a place surrounded by water but green and warm and welcoming. Someplace unlike any he had ever loved before. It was not his frigid Tundra, not Morphine's dry Deserts, not Neraza's temperate Falls. And totally different feels beyond healthy, beyond new and exciting, so the bay lands amongst the trees, folding his wings tightly to his sides, and starts to explore beneath the towering trees and dense foliage, one ear listening for any other signs of life while the other tracks the movement of brightly colored birds overhead.
It is not long before he hears the first mare call and starts in that direction, the voice of the second mare joining the first before he reaches them. He makes plenty of noise, no sign of an attempt at stealth as he comes up to them, honey-brown eyes lifted in curiosity. "It seems like a nice enough place to make a home," the man answers their words, tilting his head as he rakes a evaluating glance across both mares. "Brennen," he offers, and then turns to the one who had spoken first. "There don't seem to be any natives, and you seem to have been the first to arrive. Does that make you Queen?" A crooked smile, there, a laugh in his eyes, but the question is serious enough.
Brennen has had enough of wandering around this new Beqanna and being nothing. He wants a home, a Kingdom, and he wants to be someone once more who matters. A General once more, as for most of his life, or even perhaps a new position for the new world. Perhaps a King.
Only time will tell.
It just isn't his Beqanna. But alas, he isn't dying anytime soon, so he knows he will have to find a home. He'd tried Nerine first, thinking to ally himself with what was left of the Amazons in part due to a lack of a Tundra; he'd always respected the warrior women after all, and given his number of daughters, a female-led dynasty didn't seem like a terrible place. But It just wasn't his place. The sand just made him miss his own icy beaches and melancholy doesn't lead to anything good. Then he'd tried Hyaline, thought to help set up a place for the young to flourish. Dynasty and all, you see a pattern; but that hadn't been Brennen either, and the stallion had wandered off, isolated, visited by his children and grandchildren but doing a whole lot of nothing.
Until today. Today he felt called to the air, to soaring, and his aimless flight took him to a place surrounded by water but green and warm and welcoming. Someplace unlike any he had ever loved before. It was not his frigid Tundra, not Morphine's dry Deserts, not Neraza's temperate Falls. And totally different feels beyond healthy, beyond new and exciting, so the bay lands amongst the trees, folding his wings tightly to his sides, and starts to explore beneath the towering trees and dense foliage, one ear listening for any other signs of life while the other tracks the movement of brightly colored birds overhead.
It is not long before he hears the first mare call and starts in that direction, the voice of the second mare joining the first before he reaches them. He makes plenty of noise, no sign of an attempt at stealth as he comes up to them, honey-brown eyes lifted in curiosity. "It seems like a nice enough place to make a home," the man answers their words, tilting his head as he rakes a evaluating glance across both mares. "Brennen," he offers, and then turns to the one who had spoken first. "There don't seem to be any natives, and you seem to have been the first to arrive. Does that make you Queen?" A crooked smile, there, a laugh in his eyes, but the question is serious enough.
Brennen has had enough of wandering around this new Beqanna and being nothing. He wants a home, a Kingdom, and he wants to be someone once more who matters. A General once more, as for most of his life, or even perhaps a new position for the new world. Perhaps a King.
Only time will tell.
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN
Brennen also here to stay and maybe get a piece of the action, because I've discovered he's played best that way lol.
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Kylin - 10-28-2017
kylin
html code by Toli, design idea based on "Dovev" by Laura
Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Ischia wasn’t as it used to be anymore. It had never been busy, basically only her family had resided on the island and the former queen had taken habitat on one of the smaller islands. Now, now her family had disappeared. Father, Mother, Kharon, Kali, uncle Reilly and Badden, all gone. Queen Ea had taken over again, promising Father to look after both the island and her.
Things had even gotten quieter after that, but in the end, Kylin had always come back to Ischia. Ischia was home, even when her family was no longer here to reside with her.
Once before strangers had set foot on the island, but then Father had been there to deal with them. Kylin had just listened, curious to meet someone new. This time she’s on her own. It starts with the arrival of a navy and green mare, and the lavender tobiano mare studies her from within the jungle.
The first one is soon followed by two more. A graying bay and green mare and a bay stallion. All unfamiliar to Kylin. They come by sky, as the tide is high making it impossible to cross the sea by foot. Unless one would dare to challenge the sea. Or walk on top of the water, like Kylin. They gather, speak, and the last one even asks the first one if she’s the queen.
”Welcome to Ischia.” Having left the safety of Ischia’s jungle, she’s now left in the open, crossing the beach to greet the strangers. ”What has brought you to our home? Queen Ea and I are happy to welcome those who come looking for a peaceful home.” For now, she would ignore the words that have been spoken, feign ignorance. Simply because Kylin doesn’t know how to deal with it, and it makes her so very aware of her youth compared to these unknown faces.
Her hazel eyes ghosts over them, both curious and hesitant. Why were these strangers here? Her fins move at her side, like one would ruffle his or her wings, in an attept to shake off her nerves. Where was Father – or Kharon – when she needed them?
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Jah-Lilah - 10-30-2017
Jah-Lilah
stronger than you know
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Kelsie - 10-30-2017
It's a lukewarm day when the buckskin and white stallion chooses to investigate the islands. For days he's been wandering, searching the new land for a place he could feel comfortable enough to settle and make his home. The way the islands are covered in tropical plants, exotic creatures and painted by the turquoise waters that surrounded them is a definite draw. For a while he enjoys the silent walk through the palms near the beach. The sound of waves lapping against the shore brings a tranquil sort of peace over him and with a soft twitch of the ears he listens to the calls of the monkeys in the trees and the screeches of the macaws.
It's only a while into his walk that the small group suddenly comes into view and with a silent snort he comes to a stop, his body tensing slightly. With his head held high his nostrils tremble as he takes in their scents floating on the wind. There seemed to be more mares than stallions and for a while he stays away, simply observing their small gathering. It's only when the next appears that he steps forward, eager to interrupt the over exuberant personality that was suddenly bounding around and through the group.
With calm and slow steps he comes up beside the purple colored mare and tilts his head in curiosity as his eyes land on the mare the rest had their attention on. "Hello," his voice is quiet as his eyes dart to the hyperactive mare and then the one clearly here to take a role of leadership. For a moment a dash of annoyance runs through him. He had never been very tolerant of those who felt the need to constantly be hyperactive. To him having such consorts were embarrassments when the serious times came.
To him, she'd be a hidden factor. Something he didn't alert the world to knowing about. But then again, the mare of obvious leadership was not him and he didn't know either, so maybe he shouldn't judge. Not yet. For all he knew the hyperactive creature was the child of this mare and still full of youth and vigor. "I'm Kelsie." He does not say this place is his home. He does not say it isn't. He simply introduces himself. For all he wants (for now) is to see where this will go.
It's about time the grumpy stallion find a place he call home and as he glances across the group, he took notes of each of them and once sizing them all up he determines this would be a good of a group as any to try and join - and that even included the hyperactive soul; who knows. Maybe they could soften him and even the woman of such an active personality could encourage him to become a friend.
KELSIE
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
It's only a while into his walk that the small group suddenly comes into view and with a silent snort he comes to a stop, his body tensing slightly. With his head held high his nostrils tremble as he takes in their scents floating on the wind. There seemed to be more mares than stallions and for a while he stays away, simply observing their small gathering. It's only when the next appears that he steps forward, eager to interrupt the over exuberant personality that was suddenly bounding around and through the group.
With calm and slow steps he comes up beside the purple colored mare and tilts his head in curiosity as his eyes land on the mare the rest had their attention on. "Hello," his voice is quiet as his eyes dart to the hyperactive mare and then the one clearly here to take a role of leadership. For a moment a dash of annoyance runs through him. He had never been very tolerant of those who felt the need to constantly be hyperactive. To him having such consorts were embarrassments when the serious times came.
To him, she'd be a hidden factor. Something he didn't alert the world to knowing about. But then again, the mare of obvious leadership was not him and he didn't know either, so maybe he shouldn't judge. Not yet. For all he knew the hyperactive creature was the child of this mare and still full of youth and vigor. "I'm Kelsie." He does not say this place is his home. He does not say it isn't. He simply introduces himself. For all he wants (for now) is to see where this will go.
It's about time the grumpy stallion find a place he call home and as he glances across the group, he took notes of each of them and once sizing them all up he determines this would be a good of a group as any to try and join - and that even included the hyperactive soul; who knows. Maybe they could soften him and even the woman of such an active personality could encourage him to become a friend.
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
hi, i'm new [: and my grumpy boy would like to join in on this!
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Canaan - 11-01-2017
Canaan
And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday.
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.
He moves seamlessly beside her, while the electrical current of Jah-Lilah courses through his veins with a soothing hum, while the darkness of his feathers brush along her barrel with each forward stride. So often did he yearn for the wide, open sky – with the gleaming sunlight warm against the broad expanse of each wing, with the heavy and dense cloud coverage, enveloping him, pushing him closer to the celestial sky hanging precariously above him. The insatiable desire to be among the stars is sated by the warmth of her gentle kiss, by the reassurance of her rhythmic, beating heart thrumming in time with his own. The wanderlust is quieted by the fierce affection roiling inside of his chest, stirring his blood, pounding his wayward heart against the confinement of his chest.
There was no place he would rather be, than by the side of those he had given his heart so freely to.
When the thicket and grassland are left behind, with little else but a tangle of dandelion and pine needle within his dark, two-toned tresses to tell of where they have been, he quietly wades through the warm, calming water, as its salty brine washes away the sweat and dust of a day’s travel. His gilded flesh is darkened with the dampness of it, stained by the seawater that weaves its way through his feathers, lingering along the surface with shining pebbles of water clutching to the barbs. His weight begins to sift through the supple but compounded sand, while his gaze roves over the dense, but tropical foliage, the roaming hilltops clustered with fern and eucalyptus, the low-lying clouds dusting the island with a gentle mist –
He cannot suppress the glee within the amber gleam of his eye, nor the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth – Jah-Lilah’s enthrallment is contagious (though he does not know that a life created from their union stirs within her belly; he only knows that she is his light and Circinae, his air). He does not pay much mind to the rest, for diplomacy had always escaped him – too wild and restless to be as his mother and father were to so many.
A faint nod is given to Brennen, war-torn but carrying a warmth in his mischievous eye, as his teeth gently rake along the emerald tinted spine of his Circinae, rousing her attention to his arrival. He had seen Krone before, and he is wary – the faint memory of bacchanalia and her presence there surfacing, stirring a tension that is not often felt within his usually lax muscles. Kylin, soft and quiet, speaks of a name he had not heard before, but he is not privy to government, preferring freedom to structure.
Kelsie, he does little else but stare at – he does not seem to realize that his disdain and disapproval are clearly written into the hardened lines of his masculine features; particularly when lingering on the wildness that was his heart, Jah-Lilah. Hyperactive is not a word he would use describe her, were he given the knowledge that Kelsie thought it about her - she is lively, upbeat, energetic, one with the Earth. Happy. Soulful.
Perfect.
Does that make you Queen? Brennen asks of Circinae, and the question rouses a chuckle from the hearth of his chest as he places a gently nudge along the navy painted column of her neck, glancing to their lover, Jah-Lilah, fire-hot and sparkling with energy.
”Queen is suiting to you, my love.” He muses softly, a light of mischief in his eye, though his gaze soon turns to Kylin with a softness - there is no scent but her own on the wind; and the wind is all he has ever known. "Hello, there. My name is Canaan - Is there no one else here? Where is your Queen?"
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all,
then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.
then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Circinae - 11-01-2017
-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Circinae
OOC: Just let me know IC or OOC if they're staying and what faction/caste they're usually interested in (Diplomat or Militia). I'll be posting a general reply to all (once everyone's had a say) explaining briefly how land ranks will work, etc.
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Kelsie - 11-02-2017
Her stare is direct and attentive but the only response it recieves ia slow blink. His thoughts were his own and the only way she'd know what he thought of the overactive mare were if she had mental abilities that told her so. But from observation she seemed more the physical type. Though only time would tell if that were the case for sure.
With silent observation he watched her closely, listening to her words, another slow blink happening in response when she declares herself a queen - no, not a queen, the keeper. He's never experienced such a thing before and he masks his surprise well. Kings and queens werea a completely foreign concept to the buckskin and white4 stallion. Though he had to remember that this wasn't home. This wasn't where he had grown into the young adult he now was. The customs and cultures were utterly different to what he had become accustomed to.
Because of this, it would take some time to get used to. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable or unwilling to learn; quite the opposite actually. It's when she finally stops speaking that the well muscled stallion rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and he nods in acknowledgement. "I think I'll remain here. I don't see a problem with you stepping into the role of leader. You have spoken of your training and if you have the experience you express then I feel you are highly capable and of course will do a good job."
He grows silent, his voice drifting through the air between them all. "I wish you luck in your new role and I shall lhelp and serve you appropriately - this goes to the rest of you as well." He looks across the crowd until finally his eyes land on the hyperactive soul. He may be easily annoyed by loud noises and overactive personalities, but that didn't mean he was incapableof learning to tolerate or even like them. He would just need time and until then - and even after - he would treat her with the same respect as he would give the rest.
KELSIE
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
With silent observation he watched her closely, listening to her words, another slow blink happening in response when she declares herself a queen - no, not a queen, the keeper. He's never experienced such a thing before and he masks his surprise well. Kings and queens werea a completely foreign concept to the buckskin and white4 stallion. Though he had to remember that this wasn't home. This wasn't where he had grown into the young adult he now was. The customs and cultures were utterly different to what he had become accustomed to.
Because of this, it would take some time to get used to. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable or unwilling to learn; quite the opposite actually. It's when she finally stops speaking that the well muscled stallion rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and he nods in acknowledgement. "I think I'll remain here. I don't see a problem with you stepping into the role of leader. You have spoken of your training and if you have the experience you express then I feel you are highly capable and of course will do a good job."
He grows silent, his voice drifting through the air between them all. "I wish you luck in your new role and I shall lhelp and serve you appropriately - this goes to the rest of you as well." He looks across the crowd until finally his eyes land on the hyperactive soul. He may be easily annoyed by loud noises and overactive personalities, but that didn't mean he was incapableof learning to tolerate or even like them. He would just need time and until then - and even after - he would treat her with the same respect as he would give the rest.
georgian grande buckskin overo stallion; immortal
Kelsie will stay. Diplomat please
RE: Don't forsake me; Claim [OPEN/ANY] - Krone - 11-02-2017
ooc: She would like to stay loyal to Ischia! She would prefer to be a diplomat.
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