Beqanna - The Tundra

A Mentor Is All I Need-{Romek, Any}

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:45:57 +0000

The appaloosa colt was a few weeks shy from being a yearling, his twin sister was always on her own adventure and he was pathing his own way in life. Theyre close bond slowly deteriorated as Espeon went off finding her own friends, he never really had one with Maribel. All that left was Romek, the stallion who adopted him and his sister when they were alone and dying. It was hard for Durotan to open up, but he did and Romek was the best father he could have pictured.

Romek was preparing for a new foal with Maribel, he was slightly jealous, and frantically search for the stallion, his time would be dedicated to his new family. He could not hold back Romek, he did so much for him and his sister, he just hoped for some last words of wisdom before he dedicated himself to the Tundra, proving his strength as a warrior.

He stepped through the snow before stopping, he raised his head high and allowed a whinny to escape his maw, it echoed throughout the empty field. A smile grew on his maw as he lowered his head to scan the area, hopefully Romek would appear shortly

Durotan

You're Only As Strong As Your Weakest Link

@[Romek]

OOC: Idk....Durotan misses daddy, lol i imaged Romek showing Durotan the way and prepping him for his commitment to the Tundra.

September Activity Check || Reply by September 9th

Mon, 29 Aug 2016 15:47:49 +0000

Hey everyone! Monthly activity check time.
The board is getting a make-over and I need to know who is still here and who needs to be added. Any and ALL Offspring posts will be up by weeks' end.

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And fire is the burning passion within - Lior, any

Mon, 29 Aug 2016 14:06:15 +0000

Love is friendship set on fire ...

It wasn’t like how she had imagined it to be at all. Only the outcome seemed to be correct, as the big black warrior had agreed to come to the Tundra. But other than that, nothing had gone according to plan. Igni herself thought that she had come up with quite a catchy greeting, a way to catch him off guard and impress him even though she is so much smaller than he is. But no. He hadn’t been impressed at all.

Only the thought of how he had invaded her personal space makes her flustered all over again. It hadn’t been only that. She could still feel his breath blowing against her skin and the touch of his muzzle on her poll. It kept her busy too and although Igni wouldn’t want to admit it, the stranger had really caught her attention and she couldn’t help it but to admire him. After all, he was handsome as hell.

So she follows him to the Tundra, like she had been the one that was recruited. Only those who knew her would be able to guess the truth, but to everybody else it was like he had put a claim on her. He had, in some way, but Igni was too busy fawning over him to notice it. She even forgot that she didn’t even know his name. But she managed to recruit him for the Tundra, like uncle Offspring had asked all them to do. So that was good thing, right? Even though things didn’t really went as they were supposed to be going.

She isn’t aware of how much time had passed, but when she looks up she can already see the ice wall that covers the whole southern border. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips and with a loud nicker she trots forward, passing the big black stallion as she’s eager to pass through the gate. ”We’re there!” she exclaims like a small child, grinning widely at him and stating the thing he could probably figuring out himself.

... and fire is the burning passion within.

@[Lior]

Take My Hand Through The Flames -[A

Sun, 28 Aug 2016 20:39:31 +0000

She Decided To Start Living The Life She Wanted

The bay and gold filly recently learned of her abilities to go invisible as she pleased. Of course like any equine who learned of there new trait she was testing out her abilities, the only way you could detect her was from the snow prints she left as she trailed through the icy Tundra. It was certainly a harsh winter in this kingdom, but she didn't know any different and grew accustomed to it. Romek and Maribel have been nothing but loving parents and she couldn't have asked for a better pair of equines to have raised her. Although they are now preparing for a blood foal of there own and it is easier for Espeon and Durotan to slip away from there view.

Today Espeon trailed away from her brother as well, spending some time alone for perhaps the first time ever. Durotan never left her side, the downfall of having a twin sibling, but she appreciated him and everything he did for her. She flicked her invisibility off and was now visible to others, the trail of hoof prints now made sense.

She stopped to stand still and shook her body, ridding it of the snow that piled up as it fell from the sky. The winter was so interesting to her! She leaped forward launching herself at the snow that fell, attempting to grab a mouthful but was only able to collect a few flakes. She thrashed her head around playfully and came to a stop again. The Tundra was a very busy kingdom, perhaps one of the most populated in Beqanna. She gazed around curious to if anyone was near by, she raised her head and allowed a whinny to escape and her gaze looked around for another to approach.

Espeon

OOC: Iunno trying to get her out there

Brynmor, any.

Sun, 28 Aug 2016 20:09:07 +0000

Some say from ashes to ashes - she says from snow to snow. The long years drag by, and she finds herself without. Without safety, without trust, without a warmth inside of her brought on by the cold - brought on by her family. The Chamber never suited her, never highlighted the aspects of herself which ought to have shone for years now, and years again.

A subtle change comes over her mind as the sun rises above the kingdom that morning; her grey eyes, so reminiscent of her father Errant's, strain northward. From miles away, the breeze carries a scent of home; and it is not within her any more to deny the advances of her heart. She is without resistance.

The Chamber falls behind her.

Time and time again has fallen atop her existence, and without contact has she been throughout it. She knows nothing of the Tundra any more - she has forgotten its king, has learned nothing of the equality movement. Xiah goes forth without a hope in her heart of in-statement to the kingdom, but rather with the hope of finding peace within herself once more.

For the Tundra has always been home, and as she enters its borders, she begins to float just above its rugged surface - an outward expression of her inward, boundless joy.

The Desert's Son [Josie, Any]

Sun, 28 Aug 2016 16:30:07 +0000

Akkadian

"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"

Bound by honor

Massive walls of ice glared at him cruelly like prison guards come to accept the delinquent with wicked grins and lock him away. Thick vagrant snow groped at his feet, begging to be set free. Brittle bones of winter crunched under his weight with each step. It was a grating sound. And like a deathly black Reaper he flowed forward with a single purpose.

Uncontrollable shudders racked his body. His winter coat was nonexistent, birthed straight from the phoenix sun and sands of another land. This frozen hell would be the death of him. The warrior gritted his teeth and marched on, blistering winds biting his skin.

He was here for one reason, and it was his unwavering honor forcing him across this wretched place, nearly freezing to his death. Even as he halted, with those frozen guards standing over him menacingly, he was not impressed. The place itself was impressive but no, he was not impressed. He couldn't fathom living here, surviving here. A promise he always kept, so here he was.

JOSIE!he called for the glorious mare.

She'd done things to him he hoped he had successfully masked from her with his quick dismissal. He'd had to ignore her, avoid looking at her. She scratched at the scab on his heart, cracked his protective walls. Her radiance and elegance reminded him of home, her exquisite ebony coat matching his perfectly. Their greatest difference was in his mixed blood. Where her lovely face dished gently as the pure Arabian's did, his was flat and solid, a bitter declaration of his bastard lineage.

He said he'd come, so he did. But it would take more than just the friendship of a gentle mare to sway his mind to stay, assuming he could even survive it. And he had since vowed to care for another mare, to protect her and find a suitable home with plenty a stallion to choose from if she wished; to live in peace and safety as he watched over. He had to brush that one from his mind for now though, there were too many confusing emotions attached. He would sort them out after his meeting.

Akkadian stood tall, shadowed tail cut through the bright winter with the current of icey gusts. His hard eyes were trained on the formidable entrance. He did not dare cross the threshold to the kingdom beyond. Like a quivering child his noble person shuddered involuntarily, chilled to the bone, as he waited for her to show.

@[Josie]

i'll pretend i'm burning bright; sahm, any

Fri, 26 Aug 2016 18:54:57 +0000

i pretend to close my eyes;
i pretend i'm burning bright.

Okay, so maybe the Tundra has grown on me some since Romek said he’d be my dad and brought me home with him. Sure it’s crazy cold, but I usually don’t mind the cold so much. Fire’s good at keeping a body warm, see. So even if my legs get kind of freezing when I’m walking through snow, well, I can always get warm again. Except the wind’s getting kind of cold too today, and it makes the fire a little harder to control. Or harder to keep awake, really. It keeps blowing out, and it’s a whole lot harder to stay warm without it.

I keep starting little fires to dance along my skin and chase away the cold, but they keep going out, and it’s starting to get uncomfortable. And my legs are cold, and any time I try to melt snow away from them so I can be warm for a minute, it makes the ground all squishy and wet and gross and that’s just as bad as being cold. So I sigh and bound through the snow toward the closest cave to cuddle up out of the wind, start a fire that won’t blow out, and get all cozy and dry the damp off my legs.

The cave I pick is dark, but not for long. As soon as I’m out of the wind, I wrap myself in fire to dry off and warm up, and it sheds light on the insides of the cave, or at least the bits closest to me. I let the fire spread out a little to melt some snow that blew into the cave, and to chase the water away with its lovely, lovely heat. And then I send some to warm up a spot on the cave floor that looks especially cozy to curl up on for a nice long nap.

I’m getting better at this whole control thing.

Pretty soon my cave is nice and toasty warm. I curl up in the spot I got all cozy-like, and gather the fire back together to sit a little ways away from me and dance, mesmerizing me with its movement even as it keeps me nice and warm. Kind of the perfect way to spend a cold winter day, I think. Well, it would maybe be even better with company, but the fire’s nice company too. Even if it is a little quiet.

Standing on my own two feet again [vaughan, ANY!}

Thu, 25 Aug 2016 02:21:12 +0000

» Innocence is always unsuspicious «

My heart. My poor heart had broken. Oh how I wish it had just shattered, burst, exploded, or combusted but is wouldn’t, of course it wouldn’t. Every step, every breath I took as I put Volcanic Village behind me pushed the slivers of cracks from further along. It was agonizing the idea that it was over, but what other option did she have. How could she continue when he no longer visited her side, when he was always off… away elsewhere. It was one thing to be around the others that as annoying at most but when Chem slowly slipped away the realization was heavy. I denied it for a long time you know! Chem, my Chem, would never abandon me. Chem was noble, brave, my protector-- he would come back. The excuses ranged in grandeur and longevity, but even then the excuses ended. I was left with no other option but to leave-- I would not be turned into a mare who simply sat around waiting for someone who had decided to spend his time without her (whether it was on purpose or accident he had hit the end of my rope I tired of trying to make it work).

The decision was made, and the realization was terrible and thus the difficulty in leaving. But it had to be done, so I forced my hooves forward to a new start and new beginning. One where I didn’t need a savior, one where I was my own champion. I hurt and it would for a while, but I knew there were those that wanted me around so it was to them I turned. It was cold, outside the village, the sulfur heated air was much warmer at home, erm the village. But I would get used to that in time, and Winter was still young, just frosting the grasses at night, so my coat had plenty of time to grow. Godric would find her, if he so needed. Her only son, a loved gift from her time with Chem, would understand as he had long since gone to live his own life. The winter air bit at my skin and I shivered beneath it. I gritted my teeth against it and bore on, it would get no better where I was headed. Tundra, to Vaughan, to the one creature I knew would support me decision without question. He had come to get me, when tundra first opened its border to mares and the like, but I had refused him. Godric was about to be born, and I felt i could not leave Chem. More so I didn’t want to, but as we all know things change, so it was time to take him up on his offer. Chamber and Tundra were allies last I checked, so I doubted Offspring would take issue with my presence. Or so I hoped.

The journey was long, and I was tired by the time I made it to the ice nation’s border. But I stopped there as I knew I should and called for Vaughan, or Offspring, or any really, I just only knew the two names. HopefullyVaughan would be around and come quickly, but I would welcome conversation from any, as I needed the distraction from my own racing thoughts.

Vessel

Kimber x Nymphetamine

Got late, sorry end is rushed. Also Prism if you read this, I didn't know how to explain vess leaving, so I went with Chem just got busy.... if you want me to change anything let me know and I will.

A Fallen Guardian and his Lover; Any

Wed, 24 Aug 2016 14:07:33 +0000

It was awful- utterly and completely awful. What Zeik did to Ellyse had poisoned Sahm’s soul so he ran. Blood burst through his veins as sweat poured down his brow. The sweat would have pooled if he was standing still, but with bounding hooves and fire in his heart he ran as fast as he could to the Tundra. Within the icy, cold kingdom there was peace and there was love. Sahm only made it a mile before tears began to mix with his sweat. In an instant he had failed both his father and Magnus. He couldn’t save either, and now he didn’t even care to save his home, the Gates. As Sahm ran he trampled on the memory of his family. Each step carried him further away from his supposed destiny and into the arms of his lover.

Sahm and Newton had met when Sahm had visited Offspring for advice. There sweet time together resulted in a daughter- a child that both men eagerly looked forward too. Newton was carrying the foal with full understanding that Sahm had duties within the Gates, and the ice stallion had no expectation of Sahm returning to the Tundra until spring. Newton settled into the east part of the kingdom. His belly already had grown in size. He felt abnormally weighted- his body not truly equipped to hold a foal. Newton found solace in the Tundra. He was near his family and near his kindred friends, the ice.

Out of the corner of Newton’s eye he caught sight of a blazing black form hurdling itself in his direction. He rose from his position and snorted. Steamy air expelled from his nostrils. Soon Newton recognized the figure to be Sahm, and he awkwardly stepped forward. Sahm halted before Newton with tears streaming down his cheek and voice stammering to speak. ”He just…he just…” Newton pulled Sahm into an affectionate hug. He wrapped his head around Sahm’s neck and gently lipped at Sahm’s shoulders. ”Shh….Shh…” Newton coaxed his lover before he landed kisses along Sahms cheek, drying the tears. ”I am here, I am here…” Newton continued to console Sahm.

Sahm took comfort in Newton’s embrace and pressed his weight into him while worries left him. ”Tell me what happened.” Sahm heard Newton whisper into his ear. Sahm unfurled himself from Newton and with tired speech explained the rise of Zeik and the exile of Ellyse. Newton calmly listened until the end. Then he went in for another gentle embrace. ”You are safe here…you belong here with me.” Newton said before a small smile glimpsed his lips. ”Let me introduce you to the others in the Tundra.”

sahm and newton
the magician and the ice shifter

Fame and Fortune.. (Offy, any)

Wed, 24 Aug 2016 03:42:57 +0000

The mare had searched out the stallion to ask some questions she had withheld until now. She could have asked them at any time, but they were of little importance until the current circumstances arose. She slipped on the frosted grass as the sun rose slowly, washing the land in a golden light during the dawn.

"Offspring?" She calls to the tall stallion, glancing at her scarless leg. Shortly after she had gotten used to the vine's existence, she had lost it as kingdom magic disappeared into the land. She felt bare, open, like a void had opened in place of the scar. This involved one of her questions. Why had this happened? I do not understand why all lost that which only some deserved. She pondered as she approached the king, dipping her head for a moment in respect before looking at the stallion, interest evident in her eyes, questions metaphorically dripping from her well-muscled form.

"I was wondering some things, and hoped you might be able to answer them," she said, an ear flicking backwards as a breeze stirs the dying bushes that still stand as winter nears, "Why did all the kingdoms, all the members, lose the kingdom magic - such as our scars - when not everyone was in that raid? Why would all lose something only some deserve?" She asks, emotion gliding about her voice, an importance placed upon this question as she shifts her weight halfway through. She looks around, an eye still on the stallion, as she stands waiting for his reply. She hopes he will have the wisdom to answer, and is certain he will. She wonders how her brother feels when he lost his scar, looking at his back only to see a plain greyness, unlittered by the zig-zag white line.
@[Offspring] - That might have ended up longer than I meant for it to be.. /shrugs/ Well, that's out and I feel tired. I think that's all you'll get for tonight from me!

who cares if hell awaits? Isle, Any

Mon, 22 Aug 2016 20:00:17 +0000

Who cares if hell awaits?
We're having drinks at heaven's gate.

MOOOMMMAAAA!"

The young mare squeals for Isle. She is frantic and panicking as her limbs pull her through the deep snow drifts and back towards the more fatten parts of the Tundra where the horses resided.

Mari is sniffling and hitching her voice as she looks for her mother. Things are different. She feels changed and weird and bloated and...and...fuller. Well ever since she and Romek...you know...did it. Some time has passed and she feels strange but happy...fulfilled? Blue eyes looks for her mother's warm face. It was best to talk to her mother rather than father. He wouldn't understand that Rom and she were in love....Mari didn't want dad going off and killing him.

"Mom, where are you?" Her voice is high and growing impatient. Mari notices now as she walks that there was an extra swing to her motions, a little more plumpness to her usually slender frame.

How strange.

M A R I B E L

Paper crowns on wooden heads; LIL

Mon, 22 Aug 2016 15:51:15 +0000

ROMEK

With the turning of the seasons, the weather grew colder and the thick fur of his coat was beginning to come in, the fuzz that marks him as a member of the Northern kingdom. No amount of angry magic gods could take that away from them at least.

Sometimes he wonders what Vanquish or his mother would say if they saw him now, standing knee-deep in snow, furry, but still shivering. But, of course, they wouldn’t say anything, because they are dead, gone, and exist only in fragments of memories.

Today, the spotted stallion is looking for his daughter. It is rare to get much quality time with his children, one-on-one at least (he had three, after all, and most likely one more on the way…) and what with his kingdom duties, one or the other had to give. It was a balancing act.

fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem

It is Begun

Sat, 20 Aug 2016 18:03:25 +0000

@[Romek] @[Ianto] @[isle] (Pinging guards of runes, as Rael is a non-main guard but on the list. Wanting to get her played, it isn't a very long post since low words.

The grullo mare awoke from a midday nap, a few scrapes on her flank from a training session with her brother Real. She winces slightly as she stands up, but does not complain; she is stronger than thay and will not bow down to whimpering about a scrape like a weak newborn foal. She decides to go see if anyone wants to switch out their shift so she can take one - it had been a couple of days since she had taken one. She had been on a visit meeting Topsail, which went interestingly thoughtful - in an odd way, literally - and she was still heedful to watch what she thinks after that meeting, and Real had taken shifts for her while shs was gone. Her and her brother can help them, and have done so well.

Within earshot and sight of the runes, she decides to ask if anyone wants a break or to go rest. "Hello. Here to see if anyone would like to switch off, I'm open to take a shift." She says, responsibility and respect for them taking main shifts evident in her voice, and her eyes give a silent thanks for helping keep the kingdom safe - all times of the clock.

I need to know now, can you love me again? [Offspring, Oakheart]

Fri, 19 Aug 2016 22:47:58 +0000

They walked quietly for a while. Father and daughter headed North, to perhaps the most inhabitable place that could possibly have been, for it seemed that they had never left winter. Manhattan’s coat grew thicker as they carried on, and though the times and seasons changed further south, it was true now more than ever that Winter really was coming, and that even here in the middle of nowhere, that a life could be scratched out among the rocks—as long as he had an anchor. He was in love—not with a lover, but with the idea of family for the first time in his life. Oakheart was with him, following him willingly to a place that neither of them were sure existed, but one that Manhattan had heard about as a boy. The Tundra—a home for just stallions, unattached and wild. Mind, he was unaware of the changes to the society that lay within the kingdom, but he hoped that bringing his daughter with him, and keeping her with him would not be a problem for whomever ruled there.

She would be free to come and go at her leisure, but there was a sense of belonging and camaraderie that held them together, and bound them to see to the further betterment of the other. As to talking, there was not much. They did talk some, getting to know each other, as fathers and daughters ought (especially after a lifetime apart, Manhattan having plenty to catch up with and make up for), but they mostly fell into a steady pattern, and a comfortable silence as traveling companions heading for the next stages of their lives.

Once they hit the break, Manhattan overtook the ledge and looked down into a snow-covered plain that seemed to stretch on for miles. A satisfied smirk settled on his features, and he turned to Oakheart and nodded, before pulling his body forward through the rocks, taking care to keep his feet flat, his pace steady and sure. The last thing that either of them needed was an injury after coming so far, seeking—whatever it was that they were looking for.

This was the Tundra, This was a new life for both of them, and a chance for Manhattan to find something he was good at, rather than running away from who he was trying to be.

Let’s try being something for once, shall we?

MANHATTAN

Baby, I'm from New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of;
there's nothing you can't do.

Love is friendship set on fire - Jord

Fri, 19 Aug 2016 20:37:16 +0000

Love is friendship set on fire ...

She’s bored, oh so bored. Honestly, Igni had thought that joining a caste would help her get rid of the boredom. But apparently the life as a warrior, or a private to be more specific, was just as boring as the life of a child. Surely, the Tundra provided entertainment till a certain level. Like running around in the snow, playing on the ice and kicking snow at each other. But those were little children’s games, which she deep down still was but what she absolutely wouldn’t admit.

Anyway, Igni is bored. She had enough of watching her parents being all mushy together. She couldn’t really blame them, it had been her own birth that had caused her mother to get severely ill, but that didn’t mean she had to hang around them as a third and useless wheel. So she has ventured off, exploring the familiar Tundra grounds once again. The blue roan girl had been born here and as a child she had already ventured out so often, going to places she shouldn’t go to but did anyway.

She had spent so many time lurking around the cave, the special cave, the one her father had told her about. The one she wasn’t allowed to enter. Because only males could enter it, or so her father had said. Igni hadn’t liked that at all, heck, ever since she had been able to venture out alone she wanted to be a warrior. Maybe inspired by the Jungle’s warrior women, but in her case a snow version of it. She had been so thrilled when uncle Offspring had opened the castes for females too, but before she got old enough to actually enter the cave and prove herself, the magic had been drained from the land.

Nowadays she was one of the few Tundra members that carried around a scar. Not a battle scar, although it had been a fight, but a scar from a really upsetting event. Igni still didn’t understand it all, but she was glad to be back home. And the brand had healed pretty well, only leaving some sort of triangular marking on her left flank. It wasn’t pretty, not like the scars of the initiated brothers and sisters had been, but it wasn’t too bad. It was a part of her now and she was okay with it.

Her little trip within the Tundra’s borders had let the short mare towards the cave. It held little to no magic anymore, yet it had to be protected, according to the voice they had all heard. But what was there to protect if it wasn’t magical anymore?

... and fire is the burning passion within.

@[Jord]
I felt like getting something up for them ^^