Beqanna - Volcanic Village

protesting in your paper crown; whatever

Sun, 14 Aug 2016 15:22:02 +0000

The striped woman remains. She had to take some time to herself, roll things around in that pretty little head of hers. Since Chem had been muttled up with his own agenda, it seemed as though the others had trickled away. Perhaps wandered off or lost.

But Helleborn stays.

She finds herself alone, the warm of summer playing across her stripes. There was a quiet blessing to be able to relish in this solitude. For once, no other catty remarks, no ugly sneers. helle would take this time to enjoy this and allow herself to drift without direction.

Helle does begin to think though of the children in the village. Perhaps this would be the year she chose to bear a child by the king of the village.

HELLEBORN

light up the world as i fall asleep

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super short. sorry. just needed to post something.

A Progeny For You; Birthing

Wed, 03 Aug 2016 19:41:18 +0000

you just activated a nuclear warhead

That time of the year again?

Sabe's stomach swelled with a baby inside, it was bigger than any foal she had yet. Her body ached and her feet were swollen, this was by far the worst pregnancy she has had. Chemdog was very absent of late, the only time she really got to see him was when it was breeding season. She gave a snort at the thought, how could he choose Helle over her for lead mare? She gave him a foal every year and what has helle given him?

Nothing.

Her eyes rolled at the thought, her stomach was contracting all day and she knew that it was time to give birth to another child. She found herself a quiet place, it had a small patch of grass but the rest was just soot. She layed down next to the grass, but the soot proved to have a gentle touch. When the pain got to strong she knew what to do, she pushed. She was soaked in sweat continuously pushing to free her body of the pain that shocked her. Eventually a beautiful bay tobiano plopped on the ground beside her, looking around aimlessly.

But this birth was not the same, the pain did not go away in fact it just grew sharper. She winced in pain and her heart grew with anxiety. All she could picture was that one purple mare who layed cold on the ground after giving birth, was this the same outcome for Sabe? Although she thought she was dying, her body told her to push, so she pushed. She was tired and wanted the pain to go away, a call escaped her maw as she screeched in pain. With one last push the pain subsided, and she looked to her rear to see another foal. Almost a spiting image of the first Oh great, twins she snorted as she plopped her head to the ground. She took a few deep breaths relaxing her body that as worn out from this birth. Chem would be happy, if he could only appreciate Sabe for more than pushing babies out.

Her relaxation was interrupted when the foals blabbered away to each other, she gave a snort and hoisted herself off the ground and nudged them to feed.

Sabé

@[Chemdog]

The Joys of Winter (Any)

Sun, 24 Jul 2016 21:45:59 +0000

Sreva was a full-grown mare with the flashing temper of a volcano. However, that didn't mean she had let go of her free, childish spirit completely. Winter was one of her favorite seasons; seeing the white powder fall from the sky, blanket the land like the loving embrace of a parent (not something she would know about), transforming the village into a peaceful slumbering paradise.

That is, until some horse got the urge to gallop through the snow and ruin its picturesque image. Sreva had been nudging some snow aside to try and find the dried grass that lay beneath. It wasn't the most healthy time of the year to try and find food, but she was hungry, and this is what she had to do. The pintaloosa was a survivor; she would work to find food, no matter how tired it made her.

Plus, there was a grove she knew of that had grass right under the snow, making it easier to find, but she didn't want to waste it all right now. She'd go for it when she was really hungry, if every effort to find the dried grass was a waste and she left with an empty belly.

The mare whinnied joyfully, eagerly kicking up her hind legs as she pranced through the snow. The powder kicked up into the air, parts of it falling onto her back and covering some of the darker areas of her painted coat. Effectively, it made her look like she'd been turned into a full-blooded appaloosa, as opposed to her pintaloosa crossbred blood.

Whatever, it didn't matter. What did was that she was having a lot of fun in the snow, and nothing was going to stop her. As she did play, she briefly wondered how the other mares were faring, especially those that were carrying foals this season. Were they getting enough food in their bellies? Would they be able to retain enough health for themselves and their foals?

Wait, why was she bothering to care? It's not like she'd ever done so before; she'd only ever expressed a little jealousy, especially when birthing season rolled around. Did that mean what Sreva thought it did? Did she really want a foal of her own?

That, she wasn't entirely sure of. She needed to think more on it, decided if she would be a good mother, before any permanent decisions were made.

Village Babies July/Aug

Sat, 23 Jul 2016 18:13:35 +0000

Feel free to use him up!
But also feel free to opt out because that's completely fine too!
<33 I too busy already!

chemdog
stallion
draft hybrid / baroque type build
teal eyes
17hh
no traits/no defects
black tovero [white medicine hat, shield, birdcatcher spots all over]
EE/aa/nT/nSpl + Birdcatcher Spots
tegteg [healing]
naire x isriel

protesting in your paper crown; ahem, ladies

Wed, 20 Jul 2016 01:38:46 +0000

The lavender lips are curling upward after the recent challenge. Matching pools peer from beneath the tuft of the pastel purple brow. She is queen of the Village and it causes a bloom of swelling pride in her breast. She does not feel humble at fucking all.

Limbs pull her across the land to enter back within her home. The scent of the other women was prevalent. Pools casually caress the tree lines and grasses in search of other forms. Chem was most likely off with one of the girls-

(occupied)

due to the nature of the autumn season. The thought of foaling this season causes Helle to curl her lips in a slight sneer. No...she would pass on a child this season. Let the others bear his fruit. This it best to remain focused on the herd and their territory.

And now the first order of business.

The call is low but nonetheless a summons. It calls to the other women in a different tone, smooth but assertive and heavy with bearing. Helle anticipated their presence and surely it would be a pissy, bitchy, sour one.

Whatever.

She waits for the women to arrive before speaking. Pale amethyst eyes meet to each of them...some she knows and some she does not but it does not matter. Best to get the words out before they start to squabble with one another. "I'm Helleborn, some of you I know and some I do not. Chem has appointed me as lead in the Village." The striped lass speaks clearly to them, eyes purposely working to meet with each set of the mares. "I understand who we are- what we are. We are strong women. We are proud and we take no fucking shit from anyone. I am calling you all today because I make no plans to play pretty princess and toss my weight around... No, my job is to be protection and be the face beside Chem. Whether you like me or not is on you but I am here to serve beside our stallion and to help protect this herd just as he. I truly do not give two shits what you do with him because ladies, we have better things to do them squabble over a man. We are better than that. Those who do...well, best of luck. Just know I won't stand in your way."

She falls quiet after speaking and allows any other woman to have her say. Lobes are moving against the cooling breeze when it lifts her tresses, toying playfully with them. Helle actually hoped they would understand what she was trying to say. She was not taking the lead position to boss them around or try to play puppet master for shits and giggles. No. The head bitch in charge just wants to maintain a level of harmony whilst sitting on the throne. She is more than ready to accept the responsibility of Alpha and would execute it flawlessly.

HELLEBORN

light up the world as i fall asleep

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Your Love Is My Drug- [Chem]

Sun, 17 Jul 2016 18:56:25 +0000

you just activated a nuclear warhead

It has been a rough past year, raising three foals, two of which were not hers. In fact they weren't even Chemdogs, they were some stupid mares with another stallion. It was challenging, but they were all weaned making it much easier for her, all she had to do now was raise them properly. They were all crawling up on a year old, and it was time for Sabe to decide whether or not to foal again this coming spring. It would certainly be nice to have a year off, but at the same time she doubted she would be able to refrain herself from Chem.

She walked deeper into the lands, the lands she has grown familiar with since the changes from the Forest Frontiers. She forced herself to like these lands, but she still stayed withdrawn from the others mares, and he had quiet a lot of mares to this herd. As she strolled his scent ran through her nares and a small smile curled on her lips. She raised her head and let out a whinny loud enough that the other mares could probably hear her, although she only wanted a response from Chem.

It had been quiet some time since she spent time alone with Chem, far to long in fact. She hoped he was in a good mood, she started to feel like a broodmare, something she never sought for herself. She grew curious for his plans for the herd, his plans for his children, Ruri was almost of age and barely around the herd lands.

Sabé

@[Chemdog]

OOC: sorry reallllllly crappy post, just wanted to get something up!

QUEEN of the VILLAGE !

Sun, 17 Jul 2016 17:49:32 +0000

Helleborn has offered to be the Alpha Mare.

If you disagree, you may fight her for the rank. Speak up if you do not think she is fit to rule the clan. Chemdog welcomes everyone's opinion. Anyone is welcome to challenge Helle for the position.

i got moves likes jagger, like, literally [helleborn et anyone]

Sat, 16 Jul 2016 19:02:51 +0000

Summer storms seem to get caught in the net of plateaus and lava spewing mountains. The volcanoes have been sleeping for years, but now one has started to awaken. A small one by the sea, sizzling and boiling until it hits the cold water – hissing as it forms newborn earth. Seastorms rage from beyond, blotting the rising sunlight, killing the sunrise. The dark stallion stands on the tumultuous beach, ankles grabbed by saltwater and foam. His white face and chest, even his speckles glow in the pale storm-light, his teal eyes hidden in the mess of thick forelock spilling and dancing over his long nose. The rain starts as a mist carried in on the wind, soon transpiring to a downpour. He stands ever satisfied, as if soaking up the sun after a cold night. His black coat drinks the shine, the lightening making him sparkle like wet scales, the thunder booming and raging along with the quickening waves that now roll in rather violently.

After a while the deluge stops raging and dulls. The thunder spreads to each side of him, rolling through the valleys and down to the Chamber, he supposes. The lightening flashes out in the sea and again behind him. The storm has split. There will only be a short break before more rain hits, more loudness, more flashing electricity.

He waits patiently. He isn't sure if he's waiting for a storm above or a storm beside. Either way, he stands with his feet in the sea, ready for whatever will find him next.

c h e m d o g

in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt

open to everyone but let @[Helleborn] go first, please <3

I am the sword in the darkness | vessel, chemdog

Mon, 04 Jul 2016 01:41:08 +0000

i am the sword in the darkness

Spring meant nothing to Vaughan in the Tundra, it was still bitterly cold and the food was still scarce due to most of them overfilling their sunken bellies with the grass before it could even reach full peak. Vaughan knew it was imperative that he stay lean but workable so he often foraged for food other than the Tundra, sometimes it was several day treks but he always returned home. In his days of wandering he had stumbled across his twin's scent but Kimber had advised that he need not disturb her, let her live her own life as the dip-dye mare called it but our floppy ear man wasn't happy with that. He couldn't keep tabs on her and once he found she was living amongst a bunch of brood mares, his stomach felt sick and his head began to pound with heat and anger. His sister, a play toy and brood mare? He wouldn't stand for it.

Vaughan couldn't care less about many people or places but his two affiliations where the Tundra and Chamber; simply for his fondness of his mother and knowing the herd was beneath the Chamber's mountainside only grew his distaste more. He is swift throughout the night, all of the ice has begun to melt from his thick black pelt and the matted forelock is drenched with water - for the first time in three years he has 'thawed' and it feels odd. He feels less secure without it and suddenly, his skin swelter's in the humid late spring air. Hopefully this would be a quick trip otherwise it would prove to be a rough winter without a thickened coat. At day break he reaches the Chamber, he sees the burning tree and wonders momentarily if his mother would sense him being here but he doesn't wait for her - he must keep moving. With each increasing step he feels the god awful heat rise from Volcanic Village and sweat begins to thicken on his already furrowed brow, "Vessel, it is time for you to come home, with me!" he voice is quite deep, strong - much has changed since the war when they were merely yearlings and he has grown significantly. Even he knows though that she will sense him before she hears him, they may not have any ridiculous traits but sharing a placenta can do some weird things to you.

"Jesus, this must be what the Devil's asshole feels like," he spews out, wiping his cheek against his shoulder to attempt to dry it from the constant sweating. His coat was beginning to itch, the thick winter hair would soon rub off if he wasn't quick about his business.

Practice Makes Perfect-{Birthing}

Sat, 02 Jul 2016 14:20:22 +0000

you just activated a nuclear warhead

It had been a long pregnancy and Sabe knew the child inside her was going to be a handful. It was always poking and prodding her and clearly was ready to enter the world these past few days. Ruri was a pretty easy pregnancy, smooth sailing compared to this one. She was a bitch to begin, but she always grew extra grumpy when she was pregnant, this was no exception. She had been pregnant for quiet some time and was ready to pop, the contractions she had been getting since last night were a clear message.

The contractions grew stronger leaving Sabe to think the foal would make an appearance today, she had better find a place to birth away from the others. She was not a fan of there move to the volcanic village and to be honest the ground was so dead it wouldn't even soak up the mess from birthing. It would just be there, for them to lay in. The thought disgusted her, she continued on her travels for a quiet place. Her head hung low to the ground, she snorted every few steps watching the dust fly around her, hoof prints with every step flying to leave her coat appear sooty. She was able to remain pretty isolated from the other mares of the kingdom, and just hoped it would remain that way while until this foal was out of her. After a few hours the mare finally found a place to rest, it might have been the place because the contractions kicked into high gear. She knew what the pain meant, the foal would be here by the end of the night.

She was near the base of a mountain, it was pretty out in the open but at least she could see anyone coming her way. She buckled her front legs, rear following, laying down on the ground. Her breathing got heavier and when her body could not refrain from pushing she gave in ready to get this foal out.

It seemed like forever that she was pushing, now soaked in sweat, her ears pinned to her head as she gave another push causing her to squeal. She was finally able to take a deep breath, looking at the ground a foal almost identical to Ruri layed before her. A smile escaped as it was a colt this time, he was a bay dun just like Ruri but he had white markings on his legs unlike Ruri. She turned her head to nuzzle the colt, cleaning him in the process. "Zepar" she whispered to him, her own little demon.

Sabé

@[chemdog]

@[zepar]

what am I fighting for? (birthing)

Sat, 02 Jul 2016 05:10:57 +0000

Morigan

WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?

She is so, so tired.

The purple-spotted mare plods slowing through the little herd land, brown eyes scanning for a quiet place to rest. This pregnancy has been a difficult one, and she’s nearing the end of her rope, both mentally and physically. She can’t wait for this child to be out in the world.

She finally finds a small cave, groaning loudly as she lies down on the cool earth. “Ahh that’s better.” She glances briefly at her belly. It hadn’t bounced back properly after the birth of the twins, and her sides have grown twice as much as they had with Merida … just as it had with the twins. She really, really hopes it’s not twins again. She adores her sons and wouldn’t trade them for anything, but she doesn’t think her body could handle another double birth right away.

And then suddenly pain shoots through her sides. “No!”

Morigan gasps as another pain shoots through her, then another. No, this can’t be happening! It’s too soon, the baby isn’t due for several weeks yet! But instinct takes over, and soon her body is straining and pushing to bring the child out into the world.

The birth is long - too long. But, eventually, it’s over.

Morigan raises her head, and is surprised, though not entirely, to see that there are two bundles beside her instead of one. “Figures,” she murmurs quietly. She strains to get her feet under her, but she’s too tired, too spent. And then she notices the blood coating the two fillies, and the cave’s dirty floor. “Oh … oh no …” It’s an awful lot of blood, more than she’s ever seen for a birth.

She realizes suddenly that she’s growing weaker, that the corners of her vision are starting to fuzz. She reaches towards the twins in a vain attempt to reach them. “Taria! Kosaka!”

Then everything goes black.

She’s gone.

SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.

@[Nicole]
@[Chemdog]

what am I fighting for? (chemdog, any)

Tue, 28 Jun 2016 01:15:55 +0000

Morigan

WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?

She’s not overly pleased about having to leave the Creek. Despite her initial misgivings, she’s grown to love the little territory and herd. The Creek is quiet and peaceful, and Archam is the perfect gentleman. She’s carved out a peaceful little life there, with Merida and now her young sons.

And now it’s gone.

Morigan grumbles quietly to herself the whole way to Volcanic Village, but when she reaches the border she grits her teeth, and steps forward without a fuss. She might not like her forced change in scenery, but, this is the way of herds - challenging for and exchanging mares is a common thing. And she had known that before she’d made the decision to become a part of a herd. She just really hadn’t expected it to affect her personally.

At least her children won’t be affected though. Merida isn’t pleased about it, but the little spitfire of a girl is rarely pleased about anything. And the boys will at least still be with father and their half sibling and the other mares. They will be well looked after. It’s not near as bad of a situation as it could be.

That said, she is a little concerned about the child currently growing in her belly.

She and Archam had had … relations, before she’d heard about the challenge. And even though she’s only a few months in, her belly has already begun to swell. What will this ‘Chemdog’ think of having another stallion’s child in his herd? What will Archam think of having his child grow up so far away?

That will be a problem for another day however. For now, she needs to track down Chemdog himself. Standing in the centre of the herdland, she lets out a low call, ears and nose alert. She can only hope that Chemdog is as much a gentleman as Archam …

SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND.

everything the light touches, [sreva]

Sun, 19 Jun 2016 12:35:55 +0000

Another night, another moon. The drafty stallion makes his way up the bluffs overlooking the small crop of islands and the vastness of the ocean, which disappears into a midnight fog tonight. The sound of lapping waves lulls his quickening mind, the salty breeze tugs at his hair and kisses his tired face. It's been a long few months, certainly. Two battles – two victories – and a fine group of women to call family, to call his own.

He smirks at that last thought. Mine, he muses. They won't like that. I shan't mention that to them, but they are most certainly mine.

His teal eyes watch the waves crest in white foam just as they crash against the hard stone below. He looks down briefly as he limps up to the very top of the overhanging cliffs. The drop will kill anyone instantly. He looks out to the small island beyond (looks plenty big to him), bird of all colors and extravagance live there, he discovered. Primates and lemurs of smallish stature, quick and mischievous. It's certainly their kingdom on that little isle. He is merely a visitor among it's residence and tropical habitat.

A chill is starting to move in with the coming Autumn. The northern parts of the Village will certainly become colder, even frozen, but toward the center there are hot-springs and to the southernmost parts like the swamp and the ashwoods, there is very little snow and freeze unless the winter is beyond harsh.

He watches the full moon rise over the dark waves, the water looking like oil, black and lightless as it rolls and whispers. The silver light of luna illuminates the crystalline waters below, a streak of her glow cast down onto the unsettled sea. He watches it peacefully and drifts quietly into a light sleep.

chemdog

astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

i figure she can interrupt his nappy time and he can see her wound and be all OMG i'll kill dat kitty!
@[Sreva]

livin' in a powder keg givin' off sparks - [herd meeting/welcoming angelle]

Sat, 18 Jun 2016 15:44:08 +0000

[this is a continuation of a thread from the meadow]

“A bother? No my dear not even a little bit.” He grins coolly, no traces of malice in his sparkling teal eyes or the show of his teeth when he smiles at her. He steps closer to have a polite sniff, never touching her or the child. “Come with me then, we'll beat the storm no doubt.”

He sets off easily enough and moves at a quiet pace for her and the child. His limp keeping him from his normal amount of grace. His senses are peeled for predators, especially once they slip into the forests. He stops every so often to look around carefully and listen in on the winds before moving on again. They walk along a stream and stop for a few sips, even a bite of fodder here and there. He tries his best not to tire them or make the child work too hard; though any strong foal is ready for travel right away, he's seen it many times.

“We'll be there within a few hours, Angelle. Just beyond this valley.” And eastward they go. After a while they're moving north along the coast. The sand is warm and almost liquid feeling under their feet as Chemdog keeps the group moving next to the lapping waves. Gulls soar and call out to the trio as they migrate peacefully below – unfortunately for the birds they have nothing to offer them today.

He moves ahead of them in the dappled mid-day light. The sun illuminating his wounds and scars. Revealing just how mangled his coat is. Small patches of fur are gauged from his ebony sheen. Pinkish scars and half-healed wounds betray that he has fought and fought hard within the last month or so.

After the predicted few hours they're home. The beaches turn from sand and rock into a plethora of volcanic stone and lagoon waters rolling in from the vastness of an open sea. It is almost evening by the time they step foot onto Chem's own soil. Salty sea-grass waves just off of the sand, uncropped. Things do not get over eaten here. Fertility and a small population do well to keep the vegetation lush around these parts. As the crest the hill after the beach the limping king of the Village lets out a bugle for his women to heed. He'll have them come forth and meet their new friend, or sister, or however they want her or her them.

chemdog

astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

[We're just going to assume everyone moved awhile ago and Chem's been off fighting and is just now showing up. It's a meeting of the herd along with the welcoming of Angelle and Malory. It's not a requirement or anything, but it would be nice for everyone to meet <33 if chem and your character have an open and active thread already we'll just a assume the liquid timeline thing OR you can opt out of this if you want. either way works.]

@[Sreva] @[Becca] @[Helleborn] @[Angelle] @[Dacia] @[Sabé] @[Vessel]

i just want to say that i fucking LOVE this herd!
;D

protesting in your paper crown; oh vessel, darling.

Mon, 13 Jun 2016 01:16:31 +0000

From what she has gathered so far since being apart of the Village, she is the newest face. The slim bones of her legs move her over the obsidian and moss choked land along side the stallion that had offered her a home since finding her alone. The girl was quick to take him up on his offer as she was not a stupid creature and valued her safety and her pretty striped form rather highly.

Helleborn was forged between two rather unusual equines. Her mother was a zebra. Wild, careless, free. Her father was a stallion by the name of Kirin and (from what she had gathered from her mother some time ago) an uncaring, relentless, obscene man who pleasured himself to the pain and frustration of others. Helle struggled to keep the smirk submerged beneath the shallow depths of her lavender lips. She does not know why but the girl had found this rather amusing.

Helleborn is moving, drifting. No real direction is processed as she rippled like the calm shoreline being seduced by a summer gust of wind. The pale purple eyes are observing her new home with mild interest before they find the form of a russet mare, not much older than she, seemingly interested in the foliage that grew beneath their hard nails. Helle twitches her muzzle as she pondered her next action.

She decided to interact with the other female. A low cough is all she can really manage before looking to the other. "Hi." Lips part to expel a monotone, tiny syllable. Long lashes fall over the glassy pools for a moment before lifting as her features remain neutral, judging. The striped lass can feel the ghostly empty eyes of Chem following her, caressing her curves-

the tender inches in the warmest parts of her body, hidden and forbidden secrets. The zorse mare-child shivers subconsciously. He was disgusting, intriguing, perverse, dirty, and fucking sexy. Helle exhales low and slow as she dismisses Chem without another thought. He was a man. A source of pleasure (though she was far too young for that aspect of life, just only infatuation and sinister caresses at this point) and protection. End of story.

The edges of her lips curl slightly as her thoughts drift and she visualizes the taste of the dark male's throat skin against her tongue...

"I'm Helleborn." Her introduction is less than exciting but it was an intro nonetheless.

HELLEBORN

light up the world as i fall asleep

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