Beqanna - The Falls

Not Prepared For This-{Sunfall, Raxa}

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 02:39:06 +0000

The painted stallion was returning from a patrol with Sunfall, the mares sides were bulged and she was ready to give birth any day now. Her stomach was exceptionally large, it was possible she was holding twins, it would be rare but he couldn't believe how much her stomach has grown. Although he was so happy to be with Sunfall and share a foal with her, he hasn't told her about Raxa. In fact both of them don't know about each other.

Jedi sure has gotten himself into a lot of trouble, he got two mares pregnant, but he promised himself to one of them, to Sunfall. He wanted to tell her, but he didn't want her to leave him, to leave with there foal. Any day now that was all he could muster up to say to her. They were almost back to the Falls now, and surely Sunfall would find some grass to graze on and rest, preparing for the birthing day.

He gently swayed his tail, it was more of a nervous twitch than anything, surely Sunfall has noticed something has been wrong with him. Jedi tried his best to stay away from the Kingdom, Raxa and Sunfall didn't talk so they wouldn't know that Jedi fathered both there foals. If he wasn't in the Kingdom he couldn't run into an awkward conversation, he would tell Sunfall he just needed more time.

He shook the thoughts from his head before looking back to Sunfall, hoping she didn't notice he got lost in his own thoughts.

JEDI

THE JOURNEY IS YOURS.

image © Lisa Dijk

@[SaphiraG1rl]
@[Raxa]

you're going to hear me roar; malka, kreios, ygritte, diplomats

Wed, 31 Aug 2016 05:10:55 +0000

the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.

This trip she is at least looking forward to somewhat. Her last trip to the Falls had been fairly pleasant - the king and diplomats had been friendly and welcoming, despite their lack of desire for an alliance - and she’d left the place with a pleasant feeling in her belly.

The Chamber though …

Even though the meeting had gone … decently (she is alive, isn’t she?), the thought of treating with the Chamber still leaves an unpleasant taste in her mouth. Her mother had died there, her sisters had died there, her blood sister had died there … sort of. To have offered them peace … it feels like a betrayal.

But that’s the cost of politics isn’t it?

She huffs quietly to herself as they reach the border and she glances at where her companion surely follows, hoping Malka hasn’t noticed her disquiet. It’s not the Falls she feels uncomfortable with after all, just the Chamber, and this trip is actually a potential positive note in her week.

Her brown eyes turn back to the Falls ahead and she pauses, just enjoying the landscape before her. The kingdom is as green as the Jungle, but that’s where the similarities end - a mix of deciduous and coniferous trees dot the green hills that roll away down towards the gorgeous waterfall that she cannot see, but can just barely hear. It must be a lovely place to live. She is particularly partial to the Jungle of course, but the Falls, the Falls she wouldn’t mind.

Now is not really the time to dwell on the scenery however. She raises her head and lets out a loud call to whomever can hear. Hopefully Kreios will be close - she’d found him quite pleasant - and perhaps Ygritte. She hadn’t had the chance to meet the queen on her last visit.

lexa

@[Malka]

A Rose In The Rain [Ygritte/ diplomat]

Sat, 27 Aug 2016 19:47:08 +0000

Nymphetamine

Winter had never been his thing, the cold biting air, the constant dampness from snow that melted due to his body heat, shortened daylight hours; they all lead to the displeasure of the season. He would go hide away at in the Jungle if he could, but that wasn’t an option for many reasons. So the blood bay trudged through the snow and gritted his teeth against the cold and continued on with his duties. Chamber had changed quite a bit since he first joined her ranks. She no longer was home to everything that went bump in the night. She was still fierce, still capable and a force to be reckoned with if she felt the need to show it, but she was no longer showboating her strength about. No no, since the days of Killdare she had become a more silent power, an internal strength that was hidden beneath the surface. The bay preferred it this way, and worked, tried to at least, to help keep her power boiling unseen.

As one of the only lasting diplomats Chamber has had in many years Nymphetamine found his ability to keep Chamber strong was in his visits to elsewhere, to the other kingdoms of friends, foes, and the unknown. Since the warning, the state of all kingdoms were more aware and many of their nerves were “on end”, alert level orange. Nymphetamine for a long while didn’t leave the side of the once ever-burning tree. He felt he had to keep constant vigil, but eventually that subsided and he realized he had to be more proactive than that; continue his job of visits and talks. It had been many moons since he last stepped foot in the Falls. Vessel had been missing and Kimber and he had taken to the falls in search of her. Ygritte, and Kreios and joined their search and in the end they all found her with Chemdog. His sweet daughter had assured them there was no foul play and they had all left, though he was sure none of them believed that the whole truth. The visit had been of a personal nature but the care Ygritte and Kreios had shown for the young mare had earned them the respect of Chamber’s necromancer.

He hoped to call on the respect he hoped was mutual. He had heard many a rumor since the end of the raid, since the warning. The Falls’ rulers had cut ties with many, had withdrawn within their borders. Their gates were closed and Nymphetamine was curious to know why. There were many things that could cause a change in heart between allies and maybe it was a simple thing, but a total withdrawal was something he felt he must check in on...even if he had to cross Beqanna in the nipping cold. The journey was not too long, as he had been recruiting in the field, and the slow change of the landscape was always intriguing to him. The slope slowly increasing to the grade went from flat to the most minuscule hills, until the land rose and fell in lovely mounds. But then the trees thickened again and the land leveled out once more, the blood bay slowed, as he had reached the non- ally's border.

Nymphetamine stopped and let out a call, stance alert, and ready, but surely he showed no aggression. He knew Kreios was always keenly aware of his border lands, so he wondered if Kreios would meet him first, but as this was a diplomatic venture, he hoped to converse with Ygritte or her diplomatic leader. Either way, Nymphetamine was curious what the visit would unfold. Would there be hard feelings after Kreios and Killdare battled in the raid? Or would they not have a discussion due to their withdrawn nature? Maybe they have had a great change in status and will seek an alliance? He knew not what Falls and its leaders were up to so he would just have to wait with an open mind. HIs answers would come soon enough.

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones

ygritte

Fri, 26 Aug 2016 12:44:37 +0000

Ooc: does this have the same first few paragraphs as my other post? Yes. But I was writing that one to be an “any” post and then I felt it turning into a “find ygritte post” so basically I did it both ways and I’m not sorry :|

Though the wounds from his battle with Killdare have long since scarred over, Kreios still festers with the loss of his family. Perhaps that is what had driven him (at least momentarily) from Ygritte. He had needed to be alone for a few days, but those days turned into weeks, and by the time he had been willing to return she has grown cold herself. He will wait for her, of course; he will always wait for Ygritte.

As the stallion stands beside the non-magical falls, the sweat drips from his neck and into the lather on his chest and legs. He has been pushing himself for months now, building up his stamina, his endurance – and it shows. Always a tall and impressive figure, the draft horse is in better physical condition than he has ever been before.

He is ready, but there is nothing to be ready for.

Beqanna has accepted the loss of the Desert, and the kingdoms that he had once considered allies – or at least not enemies – seem filled with traitors and danger. Their untrained diplomats had been only part of that; the majority of the blame lies with himself. He refuses to pin it on Ygritte as well, because for all her cleverness and dedication, she is still a mare, and the stallion is ultimately responsible for all of the wrongs that might occur within a kingdom.

He wants to find the bay mare; he is tired of this rift between them.

So he does, locating her in a copse of trees where they are shielded from even the mild winter Fall winds. Their youngest son is a weanling now, off to play, and Kreios wastes no time as he approaches.

His touch is somewhat rough and rather possessive as he comes up beside her. The way he breathes so heavily beside her, the way he rests his thick neck across her delicate one as he nibbles at her ear, it is clear that were the season right he’d have her beneath him instead of beside him. They have always had more than sex between them, but Kreios finds that it is her physical nearness that he has missed most. He has never felt distant from her emotionally, even when they barely talked, but her warmth beside him in the cool nights has been absent for long enough.

“I miss you,” he says with a quiet exhalation, “Come back.”

anyone

Fri, 26 Aug 2016 12:44:15 +0000

Though the wounds from his battle with Killdare have long since scarred over, Kreios still festers with the loss of his family. Perhaps that is what had driven him (at least momentarily) from Ygritte. He had needed to be alone for a few days, but those days turned into weeks, and by the time he had been willing to return she has grown cold herself. He will wait for her, of course; he will always wait for Ygritte.

As the stallion stands beside the non-magical falls, the sweat drips from his neck and into the lather on his chest and legs. He has been pushing himself for months now, building up his stamina, his endurance – and it shows. Always a tall and impressive figure, the draft horse is in better physical condition than he has ever been before.

He is ready, but there is nothing to be ready for.

Beqanna has accepted the loss of the Desert, and the kingdoms that he had once considered allies – or at least not enemies – seem filled with traitors and danger. Their untrained diplomats had been only part of that; the majority of the blame lies with himself. He refuses to pin it on Ygritte as well, because for all her cleverness and dedication, she is still a mare, and the stallion is ultimately responsible for all of the wrongs that might occur within a kingdom.

Sighing, he paws a furrow in to the dirt, and contemplates the future.

NEW - Tracking Rank Points

Fri, 26 Aug 2016 12:30:46 +0000

since many of the first posts on the old thread are of members no longer here, i wanted to make a new thread. I'll leave the old one up long enough for everyone to transfer over their lists to this new thread, and then I'll be deleting the old one :)

Diplomat Tasks:
Kingdom Visit - 4 points
Steal - 2 points
Successful Steal - 1 additional point

Warrior Tasks:
Mock Battle - 5 points
Challenge - 8 points
Successful Challenge - 2 additional point

Neutral Tasks:
Field Visit - 3 point
Successful recruit - 2 additional points
Quests – between 1 and 4 points, depending on the quest
Blocking a Steal - 1 point
In-Kingdom Post - 1 point

POINTS AND RANKS
Everyone starts at first rank(i.e. Squire, Acolyte) with 0 points.
To get to the second rank (i.e. Knight, Minister) you need 15 points.
To achieve third rank (i.e. Captain, Ambassador) you need 30 points.
And last but not least, In order to reach the top(i.e. General, Conservator) you need 45 points.

monarchy, anyone;

Sun, 21 Aug 2016 17:25:06 +0000

BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON

He said he would go, that he would do their bidding, and so he promptly obliges. With the descent of his son and the continued reign of Ea, Tiphon realizes that it’s his duty to help nurture the kingdom. The Dale needs numbers as she needs strength, but she also still needs her friends. Curious, Tiphon is rather eager to roam and explore. It has been decades since the world truly opened up before him. There has only been the Dale; he is her prisoner, her guardian, and so he hasn’t strayed from the borders in quite some time. Even when he physically disappears from their eyes he is still there; he is the sun dancing across their skin and the wind whispering through the tall grass.

Tiphon arrives in silence. He does not fly, not exactly, but instead gradually materializes at the outside border of the kingdom. For a fleeting moment he wonders whether he has been here before, or has it been so long that it has vacated his memory? In the distance he can hear the roar of the waterfall as it drowns out most of the voices talking amongst themselves.

A few moments pass to allow him to drink in the scenery before he finally calls out to the family wedged in the bosom of the kingdom. They are here – he can feel them, sense them – but he knows not of whom. Many things can and have changed in the world since his acute absence. The monarchy is different because his son, the fallen king, has long since been devoured by the beach’s tide. Every kingdom sees the rise and fall of kings and queens, but they always move on – they must lest their home be overrun by darker minds. And so he muses quietly to himself as to the well-being of the Falls and those who currently hold it in their palms.

TIPHON

STARLACE AND INFECTION

take these broken wings and learn to fly [any]

Sun, 21 Aug 2016 00:38:45 +0000

take these broken wings and learn to fly

Kingdoms were in her blood, that was one thing she knew for sure. Born a princess to a kingdom that no longer existed, it was as if that part of her had all but disappeared. Perhaps there were still those alive that would remember it, remember her - but it was no longer important. She had changed, physically and mentally, from that far-off princess and she was also no longer a servant of the jungle as she had been once upon a time. She was simply herself, no affiliations, no ties, no agenda.

It was a strange feeling, but also somewhat liberating. But also slightly terrifying, like being very alone after such a long time of having constant company. Of course she wasn’t alone, not any longer. But she was not a part of the sisterhood, and that was terribly isolating. She does not speak of her troubles to her new companions, however; she does not want to be seen as any more strange than she already is with her hawk-like body.

But she knows Kingdoms, they make sense to her. And she knows she won’t be such an oddball here. If anything, she might be seen as an asset here - a tool to use for protection. That is what she is, honestly. Her body had been shaped by her previous occupation as a warrior into a battle machine. She has talons instead of hooves, hawk eyes for pinpoint precision, and powerful wings to take her enemies by surprise and outmaneuver them in aerial combat. But these days the warrior is only protecting a small herd, and so far there had been no enemies to battle; no wars to win.

And so she finds herself drawn to the Falls; the Kingdom under which her herd land is located. She has no ties to this kingdom (that she knows of) and so she feels a freedom to go here unlike the Jungle, Gates, Chamber or Valley where she has so many memories. She enters this land freely, unencumbered by such thoughts of family, war and misfortune. She feels her breath coming easy here, some light returning to her golden eyes. The autumn light falls gently on her bay hide and tawny feathers as she lets out a call to whoever might be nearby. She has no big goal in coming here, but it will be good to let her presence be known in case she is ever needed.

Seraphina

My Dear Friend- [Raxa]

Sun, 14 Aug 2016 19:47:17 +0000

Summer was coming to an end and Fall was on them, the summer days grew cooler and the flowers slept longer. The leaves even began to fall from the trees, oh the dreadful winter was upon them, but that just meant another year he loyally served his kingdom. He had so much on his mind, but today he was curious to the whereabouts of his friend Raxa, the last time he saw her she appeared to be limping before she disappeared.

He stepped forward from his position aside the waterfall and took in a deep breath before allowing a whinny to escape his maw, hopeful that Raxa was near and would respond to his call. The two have grown close recently and he did view the mare as a close friend and he worried about her health.

JEDI

THE JOURNEY IS YOURS.

image © Lisa Dijk

@[Raxa]

OOC: short and crappy but wanted to get something up!

Hear my Voice, See my Tears.. [Any]

Sun, 14 Aug 2016 18:42:39 +0000

{@[Kreios] @[Ygritte]}

Hear my Voice,

The mare had not seen the family in any other Kingdoms, and decided she may as well visit. Meeting family and possibly the rulers would improve her talking skills and self confidence enough that she will be a better equine in the long run. Maybe she will see that her family has some better qualities than that man who sired Echtzeit.

She started out early in the dawn, a slight coating of frost on her thick coat - designed for the cold, ice, and snow - and nuzzled her younger brother and mother lovingly as they slept soundly. Her brother was awake, and started to jog over when she shook her head slightly and came towards him instead. "Real, I want you to tell them when they wake that I love them, wish them well while I am gone, and that I will return. I'm going to meet the rulers of the Falls, and if possible my relatives that reside there as well." She says quietly, the words almost a low hissing whisper, and he nods once before embracing her for a moment. She leans into it, trusting him to help protect the runes and their family while she is gone.

The two siblings let go of each other, the deep grey dun mare blinking her murky grey-green eyes slowly as she steps away, towards the entrance. "One more thing, brother. Tell Offspring I have not abandoned the Tundra." She calls quietly, looking back towards him, her soul leaving a piece behind within the Tundra to help guide her brother in choices. She was his rhyme and reason most of the time, and often was lost when forced to make an individual choice.

She exits the icy Tundra and it starts to break the ice and snow to let dead grasses and sturdier plants able to stand the cold through, the ground becoming softer, harder to make noise on, softening her hoofbeats. Her heartbeat quickens as she leaves the hold of the Tundra's edge, her ears swiveling to take in the noise of summer outside the cold. Her journey has begun.

She starts to trot, her breath coming in a slight gasp as heat comes in waves over her body. She makes a good distance before midday, having seen the edges of the gates. She can see a spray-formed rainbow, signaling the bottom of the Fall's waterfall marking the entrance. She admires the greens and yellows and oranges and reds, blues and gentle, warm breezes that she is not yet used to. She did not realize the Gates and Falls were so close together, and it was sundown as she stepped inside the edges of the Falls. "Hello? I am Rael Fire, and am from the Tundra. I wish to meet the rulers in peace." She sends out quietly, not wanting go cause too much noise.

See my Tears..

Rael Fire

Raelnyx * G'ren

OOC - She's here to meet mingdom rulers, and keep alliance/enemy stuff off the table as she is a warrior, not a diplomat. Just here in peace.

“What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.”; any

Thu, 11 Aug 2016 00:20:43 +0000

BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE

Ygritte moves through her homeland. She loses herself within the tangles of ivy, the dapples of flitered sunlight. For sometime she had felt lost, useless without her plants. They had become her quiet friends, her refuge.

But-

But when the fairies too k back the magic, hollowness crept in. No longer did the trees part for her. No longer did the flowers weave in her mane. No longer did they stretch to brush against her cheeks.

The pain was horrific.

It only seems now, with the voice of Kreios, and the gentle tug of her nursing son did she manage to swim back to the surface of her depression. It seemed so long since the sun shown brightly, the air sweet with spring. And on this day, the salmon pointed woman moves with a smile playing on her lips. She had forgotten how much the Falls held her heart.

A pause in her movements only gives way to the mare looking skyward to gaze upon a ceaseless blue sky, the orange pink of her mane tumbling in a spill down the chestnut of her neck. She feels radiant in the warmth of the sun, redeemed. The long lashes of her eyes drift lazily downward as she smiles in her own quiet solitude, if only for briefly.

Ygritte.

The Journey Is Yours- {Sunfall}

Sun, 07 Aug 2016 21:31:07 +0000

It had been a while since he last saw Sunfall, he grew curious of the mares whereabouts, curious why they haven't run into each other as of recent. He gave a sigh and his body gently swayed as he moved into the kingdom, he just finished a border patrol and was ready to relax, perhaps he would run into Sunfall, if luck was on his side that was.

Ashara was the only mare he has ever found an attraction to, but since learning of her secret the feelings passed and they seemed to have clung to Sunfall. He liked her more than he would like to admit, wasn't it creepy that he has known her since a little foal but now he liked her? He shook the thoughts from his head, perhaps she was better off with someone who was younger, like her.

He gave a sigh as he came to a halt, at the lip of the water. Lowering his head to drink from the base of the waterfall his forelock fell dipping into the cool pool. Quenching his thirst he lifted his head and looked around, such a quiet day today, he moved further away from the waterfall until he stood in a meadow like area. He lowered his head to graze, passing time until it was his next border patrol.

JEDI

THE JOURNEY IS YOURS.

ALL KINGDOM

Fri, 05 Aug 2016 23:53:17 +0000

Raising his head high, the red and white king summons the members of the Waterfall to him. He has tailed diplomats twice now to soothe out issues, and while he feels that he must trust Ygritte with the diplomats, he knows that failed diplomacy will force their still-small army into action. That he cannot allow.

“Please cease all diplomatic missions immediately. Some of you are bold and wished to take matters into your own hands, which is an admirable trait. However, it seems that somehow what is truly needed in terms of diplomatic trips has become murky.”

Stop putting the Falls in harm’s way because you’re no idea what you’re doing, is what he does not say. Stop offering alliances when you should only be investigating the current state of the kingdoms. Stop making promises you can’t keep. Stop going places without permission. Stop. Just Stop.

After he looks to the gathered members, he glances to Ygritte, wondering if the salmon queen is aware of what he diplomats have been up to. They both - Kreios and Ygritte - have taken time away from their duties to raise their children, but it seems that the time has come to put their family aside and focus on their kingdom. Krieos, born and raised with self-sacrifice, is more than ready to do so. He hopes Ygritte is ready as well.

Enjoy the Show-[Mizaria, Any]

Fri, 05 Aug 2016 21:15:32 +0000

Andras

The appaloosa stallion met the dark mare in the middle of the night, and today he would show her the Falls. She did not have a home and showed interested in the kingdom, he would love nothing more than to be able to share the joy the Falls brings to others. There trip was rather long and it was the start of morning with the sky preparing to rise to the sky. It was warming up which was nice as the night breeze could get rather chilly. He knew they were near with the sound of rushing water ringing in his ears.

almost there he said with joy, turning around to view the dark mare. Continuing onward he pushed forward until they reached the entrance of the Falls this is my home he smiled looking over it. The flowers were slowly growing, and the few fully bloomed were preparing to wake up for the day. I want to show you the waterfall! he said with a small laugh following, he broke into a canter playfully thrashing his head around as he traveled to the waterfall. He slid to a halt before the lip of the water, it used to hold magical healing powers but now it was just a drinking source. It was still beautiful, it is a calming noise to listen to and he enjoyed spending his free time here This is my favorite spot, it is just so peaceful. he gazed around before turning back to the mare What do you think? curious to her thoughts on the kingdom.

Let Go Of The Thoughts That Don't Make You Stronger

@[Mizaria]
OOC: Sorry it took so long to make a post for you

The Journey Is Yours- [Neoma, Any]

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 22:47:30 +0000

The painted stallion guided the blue roan from the field to the Falls kingdom. It was a peaceful trip back that he decided to tell her about the castes the Falls had every kingdom has two castes, the diplomats which go out and make or keep our alliances. They recruit and pretty much handle the politcal part of the kingdom. And than there is the warriors, we protect and defend the kingdom, partake in mock battles. If you decide to stay in the kingdom you can chose a caste, but it is not mandatory. He gazed back at her every now and than to see if either caste caught her interest.

He remained a good distance from the mare who did not care for closeness, and eventually that broke through the entrance of the Falls, rushing water ringing through his ears. He took in a deep breath of the clean air before stopping to turn to the blue mare And this would be the Falls, don't feel pressured to stay but we are a very welcoming kingdom. I think you would like us he smiled gently before turning to view the lands again.

JEDI

THE JOURNEY IS YOURS.