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squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Juice - 11-12-2018 The ruddy brown colt had heard the whispers about a sickness infecting Beqanna. Although Sylva had been relatively quiet, the very forest spoke of the numerous victims outside of the kingdom's borders. Since he did not know any one and, the army of trees had protected him thus far, Juice decided to stay here.
The lanky male slips through the shadows as quietly as possible. The fallen foliage bears a blanket of white, which is not as soft as snow can be, but it does muffle the crunching of pine needles and leaves. Ivory hooves navigate the tree roots and carry adolescent towards the center of the woods. He bore no specific destination. In fact, he would be content without running into any one. Disproportionately long ears for his narrow snout and underdeveloped musculature rapidly rotate in search of sounds of another being approaching him. Dark, glossy pools peer out beneath tangled mat of horsehair on his forehead as they scan the shadows for movement. Salmon-lined nostrils flare in an effort to draw in more scents and, filter through them, carefully. His stride is deliberate but easy; a stroll through the maze of trees. He carries his poll above his withers as he remains alert. With every fiber of his being at the ready, his tail lifts away from his haunches and streams like a banner in the chilly, winter gusts. While nothing sparks a red-flag from his senses, Juice knew that he is never actually alone in the Sylvan forest. @[Delta]
RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Delta - 11-14-2018 Kiss Thy Poison From My Lips Delta @[Juice] Ok. He needs to be corrupted or something lol. Maybe accidentally hurting someone will flip a switch XD @[Mary] Since she is mentioned @[The Plague] and for funsies lol RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Sinner - 11-14-2018
RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Mary - 11-16-2018 Mary
Spring had arrived, and the bare desolate kingdom would soon be blooming into the fully covered kingdom once again. The plague had been around for a bit now, and she had still managed to escape its kiss of death, but one thing she could not shake was Delta. Her damn brother had always been following her, to 'protect' her even though she did not need his protection. A trait there father passed onto him, he was always groomed to be the heir, but it seems as though Mary in better shape to secure the throne.
Marryyy........Maryy! her name rings in her ears, the voice of her brother. Though she normally would avoid the splashed stallion, the scent of another ran through her nares. Her head tilted, a stranger? Did Bane send them? Were they coming in an attempt to secure Sylva for themselves? Her ears flatten to her dome, this kingdom was not available for strangers. She lurked closer to her brothers voice, closer to the scent of the stranger, prowling in the background. Don't you know its unsafe? Her brother asks, concerned for the strange stallion. Mary rolls her eyes, was he stupid or arrogant? Why was he so friendly with the stranger? With the plague lurking everyone was on edge, more ballsy than they should be. She was about to step from her hiding, but Sinner appears from his own spot of hiding. Intruders are never safe, at least not within Sylva the words slip passe the hounds lips. A small grin tugs at her lips as she watches the newly crowned king mark his territory, it was a little cute actually. The hound begins to circle the pair, what are you both doing here? he demands, finding a seat next to Delta. He didn't know Delta? What the hell did he do as Champion? She rolls her eyes, it seems in this situation she had to save her brother. The dapple mare steps out from her hiding spot and approaches the trio This one is my brother, he has lived her as long as I have. She states, flicking her head towards Delta, her gaze finding Sinners. She gently flicks her tail at Sinner, finding a spot beside him and the stranger, glancing a smirk to Sinner her gaze turns to the stranger although you are an intruder, so why is it you are here? She cocks an eye, awaiting his response. Long May She Reign
@[Sinner] @[Delta] @[Juice] RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Random Event - 11-17-2018 @[Juice] is safe from the plague. For now. (Rolled a 4) @[Delta] is also safe from the plague, for now. (Rolled a 6) @[Mary] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 1). She will show symptoms (rolled a 4). She will not express a trait (rolled a 6). RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Juice - 11-18-2018 The young patterned bay hears the male before his dark, glossy orbs catch sight of his buckskin stallion. "Maryyy. Mary!" And then, the other equine must hear Juice's approach because he demands, "Who's there?" Lean chassis slides to a halt while gaze studies the older stag. He is taller and sturdier than Juice; quite athletic with well-defined haunches, powerful shoulders with a thick neck and noble profile. When he catches sight of Juice, he immediately questions why the colt is here.
The brown and white splashed lad steps forward and, opens his maw to speak but, is interrupted by the firm words of another male. Tufted lobes flick rearwards as Juice detects the lurking breaths of the beast that pads silently closer. Haunches tense and young male draws his breath in as the large hound encircles them. He could sense the power this male possesses and, Juice feels his heart begin to race. The hound's next words cause the tense muscles of his hindquarters to flinch. Then, the footfalls of another equine can be heard echoing off of the tree bark. Juice could hear his own pulse in his ears and could feel a lump growing in his throat. He could not be certain what would step out of the shadows but, he is quickly liking this situation less and less. Mentally, the young steed attempts to withdraw within himself. It is a defensive measure to avoid the brewing conflict he finds himself in. He closes his eyes and imagines himself sinking into his shell, like a turtle. He feels himself retreating and, when he feels more safe, he opens his eyes. It is now that Juice realizes he no longer stands as tall as he did moments ago. His view is vastly different; much lower. From the slowly thawing ground, Juice sits in a single, completely liquid puddle. He feels the warmth of the hound's breath against him though he has no fur. He can still hear Mary's defense of her brother though he has no ears. Without nostrils, he can still smell the retreating scent of winter amongst the walnut and hickory trees. He can feel the chilly, early spring breeze brush against the surface of his liquid state, causing small ripples in his smooth consistency. It is a strange sensation and, yet, Juice finds it comforting. He attempts to move and, while gravity permits his small, clear pool to shift slightly, he does not make it far. The time spent in liquid form is short-lived and, shortly thereafter, the flat puddle reforms into the equine body of the colt. Baffled by what had just happened, Juice stands for a moment, blinking rapidly. A deep sigh releases from nasal caverns before almost black orbs survey the three forms still standing around him. He offers a sheepish grin before lifting his poll. He decides to address his answer to the hound and, squares eye contact with him before speaking. "I was born here. My mother delivered me while she was held captive." Glossy orbs acquire a hardness stemmed from defiance. He was not intruding. He belonged here just as much as anyone. For goodness sake, if they had a problem with him being here, take it up with her. Where was Lavendel these days? The colt wondered briefly as, he had not seen his mother or, twin, in months. He shifts his focus to the fading green-gray mare before addressing her accusation-laced question. "Look, I have no where else to go. I am happy to contribute in any way that I can. Perhaps you have room enough for me to stay?" @[Sinner] @[Delta] @[Mary]
RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Delta - 11-18-2018 Kiss Thy Poison From My Lips Delta @[Sinner] RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Sinner - 11-25-2018 there is but one rule hunt or be hunted
Sinner the king of sylva @[Mary] @[Delta] @[Juice] RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Mary - 11-25-2018 Mary
The hound greets her as she approaches, a small grin tugging at her maw as she quickly glances to her king. A mutual enjoyment of each other, without wanting a relationship with one another. Not the traditional relationship, and certainly not one her father would approve of, but all the better reason to pursue it. So glad you could join us he says, a hint of irritation in his tone. She only responds with a dip of her head, anyone else I should be expecting? He follows up, his irritation was obvious at this point, she matches his gaze with a grin Siblings? There are quiet a few of us, but who knows where Lothar went off too, and Corban is just a newborn. Just me and Delta here, if that is what you mean. Certainly father had his share of children, her mother returned to Sylva only to drop of her brother, Corban, unable to care for him. Mary agreed to watch over him, but she would certainly not be the mother figure the colt deserved.
Her eyes flick to the bay equine, the one that she and Sinner were curious as to why they were trespassing. He seemed cautious but then he spews out how he was born in Sylva, and he has no other home. He wants to become a resident, and does not mind working. Her gaze narrows in on the young stallion, his approach was rather pathetic but they could always use dedicated members. Mary's hazel optics flick to her brother who quickly comes to the strangers aid, noting that he is no threat and the kingdom needs numbers to be strong. He was talking to Sinner of course, his tone was perhaps a bit testy for a hell hound he did not know, but then she knew his last words were a mistake. Talking about how they had to leave or fall victim to the plague. She opened her mouth to scold her brother, but Sinner beat her to the punch. Her gaze trickles back to the new king, he agrees that Sylva needed more members, but then he goes on to scold Delta, stating if anyone was afraid of they plague they do not have a spot amongst the Sylvan members. She did not expect a different response from Sinner, yet it still sounded foreign when he said it aloud. He went on to say that he would protect Sylva and would not allow the kingdom to fall, a small smile tugged at her lips. She admired his strength and dedication to the kingdom, Sinner goes on to say they are both welcome to stay in Sylva, but they will not live in fear of the plague. Finally, as the hell hound fell silent she was able to speak, We can't live in fear Delta, who knows how long the Plague is going to stay. We cannot stay isolated to the safe zones she says, only strengthening Sinners claim. Her gaze turns back to the stranger What is your name? she questions, he wanted to stay in Sylva, yet did not properly introduce himself. Long May She Reign
@[Juice] @[Delta] @[Sinner] RE: squeeze me, I dare you [Delta, any] - Juice - 01-07-2019 It seems like his disappearing act failed to impress any of the three. Juice, on the contrary, finds himself beyond curious. Had he always possessed this trait? He would have to test his limits further to better understand what he could do. For now, the hound grants him permission to stay. The slightly older colt, the buckskin, seems ready to high-tail it while the light green mare remains calm and collected. Interesting. Anyways, the young bay splash feel relief that he did not have to relocate. These woods are all he has known and, he rather enjoys the comfort of their shadows. Mary's question pulls his focus back onto her. He responds promptly, his tone marked with the confidence of an ignorant boy. "It's Juice."
Sorry for the delay! I just felt like I should reply/answer Mary.
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