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Post by .:fernweh:. on Jun 8, 2017 21:35:42 GMT -5
The morning sun was young, dew still fresh on the grass as Lady Eleanor found herself trodding along a well worn game trail. In her current, anxious state, she found the droplets of water about her legs an annoyance. In efforts to get away from it she shifted into her fox form and dodged into the underbrush. She was much more hidden this way anyhow.
As she wound her way this way and that she thought about what the day was to hold. Today's meeting was one of great importance, and one Eleanor had been postponing until the new Indifferent Queen was crowned. She had heard tell that it was the young chestnut princess Nerina who'd claimed it. Not entirely surprising. The little Ellie knew of Nerina was all good. She hadn't been and unruly child as far as she knew, and when her father passed she'd stepped up with little fuss; well at least thats what the birds of the forest were saying. As for Tucker...King of all Angelics...well the birds were saying other things of him.
Ellie had always been fond of Tucker. Much more fond then I think many knew. When they were young and the alliance between Feathers and Angelics was just forming, the two had spent many hours in each others company. At one time there had been talk of the two further bridging the gap between alliances by joining together as mates. It wasn’t long after these talks began however, that war broke out. They’d been so young during the war. It all escalated so fast and after Tucker drove Foulgrin off she never saw him again. Her parents knew how volatile it would all become, so the young princess was naturally sent to hiding. It was during this time that her family fought beside Tucker and his legion...and also the time that the majority of her family met their death. After the war Eleanor felt bitter toward Tucker, so she didn’t seek him out. In retrospect she realized how juvenile that was. What was Tucker to do? He had to fight.
It wasn’t until she began hearing rumors of Tucker's struggle with memories of the war that she felt compelled to find him. Until then, no one knew the Feather's still existed. It was of common belief that they’d been wiped out during the war. When Eleanor sent for Tucker it started a small up roar throughout the land. So much so that Ellie had to postpone her original meeting with him.
Instead of meeting then, Tucker had replied with the idea of a Summit. They’d agreed to have it when the Indifferent Queen was crowned; to include her in this meeting. In the past the Indifferent had chosen to stay neutral and not fight at all. Now, with the WHOLE land of Piume in threat, the Feathers and Angelics were hoping they’d buck up and take a stand, one way or the other. The recent crowning of a new monarch was in their favor, as she was young, and they hoped would be quick to chose a side; their side preferably.
So now, Eleanor was emerging form her red wood forest for the first time since the war. Old instincts were kicking in and leading her to Two Fork Creek, where the meeting was to take place. In her Silver Fox form she was less easily recognized, but because the feather mark followed her in both forms...some creatures of the forest noticed. A general hum of intrigue filled the woodland and Alienor quickened her pace.
Dodging the underbrush easily, moving in one fluid motion, swift and smart her pace soon outmatched those trying to follow her, escaping their excitement and questions. She couldn’t blame them. For weeks there had been rumors that the Feathers were still alive. Now here they were seeing the Feather Queen herself out and about in the lands of Piume...you'd be shocked too. Little did they know that the Feathers were very few...less than 10 now. It was a devestating thought that Ellie pushed from her mind. No was not the time to think of their plight when so much else was going on.
As she reached the border of Two Fork she emerged from the underbrush and left into the air. Mid jump she shifted back to true form, landing delicately on black pillars. She maintained a steady canter, letting loose a shrill whinny to signal her arrival. They were to meet at the northern riverbank, by the stand of bamboo that Tucker and Eleanor had played in when young.
This was it. She was to see Tucker...meet a new Queen, and hopefully build a plan to save Piume, and even more important, save the Feathers.
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Post by lyric on Jun 9, 2017 10:02:43 GMT -5
Nerina She expected her parents to be around to counsel her prior to her departure. They weren't. It made her feel. . . Alone. It was a good feeling after she had a few moments to think on it; it was a sure sign that the entirety of the job was now on her shoulders.
The meeting had been called by King Tucker, the older, war-weathered Angelic that Nerina had heard plenty about. In her personal opinion, she thought that Tucker should give in to senility and pass the crown down. That, at least, would ensure a lesser chance of war tension without personal ties to the cause.
The other who had called the session was, to her very surprise, a Feather Queen. The Feather queen to be exact. Nerina had only heard folktales of the faction, and figured that they were all decrepit in their deeply forested hideout away from the. . . 'Regular' herds.
She left the thicket that kept her shielded from Mother Nature. She skipped looking for some forage for a breakfast; with her stomach inching towards her throat. Why should the Indifferent enter any thing with the war that was purely family relations?
Two Fork Creek was located in the Valley of Peace a landscape of trees and meadow cut by the small winding brook. Nerina chose to trek her way through the meadow. The grasses reached her withers, but her head still peaked from the top. A fleeting thought of keeping hidden to the last moment was dismissed. Might as well announce her presence as she walked up.
Her hooves padded the sturdy ground with an even tempo as she weaved her way through the grasses. A sound echoed slightly, a shrill whinny. Nerina assumed that one of the two other members of the assembly were present.
Without anticipating it, the meadows ended, and the brook ran before her at her feet. Up a slight knoll, a creamy buckskin with an ebony banner stood.
Nerina took a breath before speaking., mainly to make sure as to what was going to come out of her mouth.
"Hello, I'm Nerina." She casually spoke, then quickly added, "the newly crowned Indifferent Queen." She lowered her head in a bow of reverence and respect, not only for the other Queen, but for respect for an elder. Though she was young, she knew she was intelligent enough to make smart choices. With enough reason, of course, to be persuaded.
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Post by augustine on Jun 17, 2017 15:53:05 GMT -5
They dark bay painted stallion could feel his age now, though sometimes it did elude him in ways that he could not understand. But right now he just didn't know what to feel. There was supposed to be a meeting, with her, his only ally in this world. He missed her deeply, after all it hurt being away from his friend. Maybe it was something more for both of them, but they never got the chance because of his brother. The one who was the very bane of his existence right now and it was frustrating. The voices in his head took over, causing his actions to vary from time to time. It felt like he wasn't the one who had control of his body, the anger that flowed though the Angelics body was not supposed to be there. Sometimes he was so fulled by the blood and the rage, the only thing he see was red.
It was a sickening color that would make him want to vomit, but he had to stomach it now. He would repent when the war was over, when his brother was six foot under and there where no more Demonics to give him trouble. He couldn't stop thinking about her though, she was the only thing that could keep him from losing himself and he hoped that it was really her. He moved along, his legs carrying his painted form over the ground until he got closer to the place that they where to meet. They where meeting with the enemy, the new Indifferent Queen and he didn't know what to think of that. He could only keep his mind on her, hoping that he would not have to shed blood but if he had he would in a hurry.
As he walked along and slowly he saw her, she was slowly pretty that he could barely keep himself together. His breath stopped for a moment and he watched as the new queen appeared. She was pretty, but young if you asked him. Did she even know what she was doing? He snorted and puffed up himself as he walked into the clearing. He nickered deeply, to let them both know that he was here. There was no need for him to shift into his other form, after all he was not afraid of a fight and would gladly die fighting. "I am King Tucker, leader of Angelics." he spoke, as he looked at Nerina. He kept his eyes on her for a moment, the voices slowly charging into his mind. 'Kill her! She's the enemy!' they shouted over and over. It was like white noise in his head that she could not get out and it snorted, shaking his head and growling lightly. "Stop it!" he spoke loudly before he looked at Eleanor. "I'm glad your alive." he spoke in a whisper.
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Post by .:fernweh:. on Jun 18, 2017 19:57:41 GMT -5
I produced a small breeze, moving it around me to shift the stagnant air. It lifted my cropped mane, drying the small beads of sweat that had formed beneath it in the sun. I sent the breeze out into the land, and then brought it back to me. Nerina was close, Tucker not far behind.
It wasn’t long before the young chestnut Queen emerged from the meadow. She spoke, and I let my breeze carry her words closer to me.
Hello, I’m Nerina
I muffled a laugh as the young femme stated the obvious. Of course it was standard forum to state one’s name. Im not sure why I found it entertaining. I flicked my creamy tail against dark bodice and moved down the knoll to meet her. My stride was lithe and easy, lanky legs gliding through tall grass. I stopped short of the brook and motioned for her to cross it and join me.
"Hello Nerina, as Im sure you have gathered…I am Lady Eleanor, queen of the Feathers. Obviously we are not a myth."
I smiled, eyes twinkling. I let my eyes wander over the young mare, taking her in. I tried to get a read of where she stood in this war…was she on our side…or Foulgrin’s? Would she take a side at all? Did she even know. I broke away from looking her up and down…realizing it was most likely making her uncomfortable. I spoke
“ Im sorry for the death of your father, Nerina, I apologize that I couldn’t be a part of his funeral. Do forgive me. He was a fine stallion.”
I glanced away, clearing my throat. In an effort to stave off an awkward silence I moved away from chit chat and on to business. Tucker had yet to arrive but he wasn't far off. I had no idea what to expect from him upon his arrival. I had heard some unsettling rumors in regards to his mental state. Things I really didn't want to believe. I felt compelled to form some sort of rapport with Nerina before his arrival; just in case he caused some sort of scene. Doubt about holding this meeting with all three of us began to flash through my mind. Was Tucker even on our side? Who were we really fighting. I shuffled my hooves nervously before brushing the thought off and addressing Nerina again.
“ So, I’m sure you have sensed the growing anguish of our land. Lord Foulgrin seems hell bent on claiming everything for himself. In the process he is destroying everything in his path. He’s already nearly wiped out us Feathers. Dare I say it we founded the lands!”
I took a breath, regathering my resolve.
“ Anyway, I asked you here to get a sense of how you feel about all of this. As history goes your father stayed out of the allied affairs. Im not sure that will be the best route to take now, however. Of course I'm not sure how Tucker feels….”
I trailed off…for at that moment the painted brute made his appearance…puffed up like a gamecock. He seemed different than I remembered. Of course it had been years…but something was wrong. I caught Nerina’s eyes and he drew near before returning my gaze to the stallion. I hoped she could feel me begging her to be confident in front of him.
He spoke to Nerina first, introducing himself. I watched curiously as he seemed to battle with himself before he shouted at seemingly no one… “Stop it” .
My breath stopped and I again looked to Nerina, trying to read how she was handling the situation. The rumors were true. This was not the Tucker of old. What had happened to him? It was then he spoke to me
"I'm glad your alive.”
I winced internally at his whispered words. I was unsure what to do next. I was beginning to feel a meeting with all three of us was definitely a bad idea. I needed to speak to Tucker alone. What was I to do now? I glanced nervously between Tucker and Nerina before deciding what to do. If Tucker couldn't handle a summons between us than he couldn't handle this war. That was something I would need to know before deciding the fate of the few remaining Feathers in all this. I took a deep breath
“I’m glad Im alive too Tucker.”
I chuckled nervously
“ I was just asking Nerina on what her thoughts about the war were. Perhaps you can fill us in on how your army is doing, as well as your own plans on how to deal with Foulgrin?”
If anything was going to set Tucker off it would be talking about Foulgrin. This would be the real test of his sanity. Maybe it wasn't so bad and he was still functioning? I didn't know how I could manage dealing with Tucker, reintroducing the Feathers to Piume, and handle Foulgrin all at once without bloodshed somewhere. These brothers…ugh.
I waited, curious as to what Nerina would say. This would be a test of her maturity as well as her ability to lead a faction. With bated breath I stood awaiting their next moves. _____________________________________________ 876 lyricaugustine
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Post by lyric on Jun 20, 2017 8:58:43 GMT -5
Nerina The darkly colored mare opposite of her stood on the knoll, and a small breeze rustled any leaves or tall grasses nearby. The Queen stated firstly that she and her kind were not a myth. Eleanor began a gliding step descending the downgrade of earth and halted opposite of the young Queen. Only the babbling brook parted the earth between their hooves.
She seemed to pause, as if in contemplation. Nerina could only imagine what type of thoughts were being pondered. Was she thinking about ways of persuasion? Or still assessing Nerina as a whole. In a moment, she emerged from her thoughts and apologized for the loss of Nerina's father., and Nerina spoke a thank you in return..
A silence began to edge into their conversation, but before it could take it over, Eleanor began again, explaining the tension being felt across the lands because of the Lord Foulgrin of the Demonics. Well, of course, Nerina thought to herself. I don't think that a Demonic king would have much care for any other faction other than his own. Nerina thought of speaking her thoughts, but decided not to as it added nothing to the conversation
Queen Eleanor continued on, interrupting her train of thoughts. She professed that the meeting was for deciding who the Indifferent would fight for, if anyone. There was the possibility that selecting the Angelics and Feathers would result in Foulgrin adding the Indifferent to his hit list. Though, an even stronger allied force against the foe would increase the odds of defeating Foulgrin, at least threefold.
Breaking the conversation between the two mares, a stallion emerged to be within eyesight a short distance away. A small nicker announced his presence with a high dignity, and the confident strides completed the kingly appearance. The tall, bay male completed the meeting of monarchs.
He spoke his line of introduction to Nerina, to which she lowered her head to shoulder level in a respective bow, without a word. To Nerina he seemed to be weathered, too much so to even begin another bloody conflict. He would surely die if he were to enter the combat lines. His gaze lingered on her for a moment or two too long, until he finally commanded no one to, 'Stop it!'
Nerina flinched from the loud sound, but was confident in her information of him. His mental health was deteriorating. The young Queen had to adjust her conversations in order not to anger him; as was obvious, Tucker was a loose cannon.
On the total opposite end of the spectrum, Tucker then whispered something barely audible, to which Eleanor responded, "I'm glad I'm alive, too, Tucker."
Nerina thought that was something strange to say someone you've just met, though her only introduced himself to Nerina. With process of deduction, Nerina figured that, once upon a time ago, Eleanor and Tucker knew each other. As to how well they were accustomed, Nerina could only fathom and wait to figure it out through conversation cues.
Eleanor filled Tucker in, then outright asked what the senile King's plan is on dealing with his brother. Are you crazy? If his mental health is decrepit, then poking the sleeping bear is no way to begin this meeting, Nerina thought.
While on the topic, Nerina thought of the days she had spent with the Indifferent army, for both elemental practice, and experience. Defensive mechanisms involved trenches and barriers, while offensive were about blinding their enemy with heavy soil.
Nerina waited for the reaction of the poked bear, reserving her own words for when they would be useful in the assemblage.
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Post by augustine on Jun 22, 2017 14:06:25 GMT -5
The bay painted stallion could feel his mind trying to slip and the voices where coming in, but he had to push them away. It was not easy, but he did the best that he could but his control was slowly slipping with his age. He listened to the new queen introduce herself and he did his best not to snort. He had no use for those who did not support him and his Fraction during the war. He needed to get ready for the war, but how could he resist the call from Eleanor? When Eleanor apologized for the death of Nerina's father, he snorted and raised his head. He looked at her and shook his head just a little bit. All of her words made no sense to him and he felt kind of battled. 'Why is she apologizing for that lowly mutt? one of the voices whispered. 'He deserved to die, to bad we didn't kill him!' one voice spoke.
Harks flicked as he listened to the voices inside of his head and did his best not to respond. He can too towards the end of what Eleanor said and he growled, pawing at the earth with his hooves. "He will not take another foot of earth if you ask me. I will put a stop to him, MYSELF. If it comes down too it." he spoke in anger. He was upset because his brother was the topic that would piss him off more than anything.
When Eleanor spoke to him and asked him of his battle plans and how he had planned to take down his brother, he almost lost his mind. The voices began to scream all at once and he felt like he was losing himself little bit little. "My army is fine, they are getting ready for war as we speak." he snapped at her. Though his army was as weak as it's ever been, he didnt want anybody to know. Honestly it wasn't something he wanted to discuss. "My brother will pay for the destruction he caused to this land, by paying for it with his own life." he spoke with a bit of anger. He was upset with this and the anger was coming off of him in waves. He didn't know what to do and he felt like he couldn't control himself. His brain felt like it was slowly losing it's self, but it was not something he wanted to do in front of Eleanor but this was something he just couldn't hide.
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Post by .:fernweh:. on Jun 28, 2017 9:30:29 GMT -5
Eleanor watched the scene unfold before her. She smiled inwardly as Nerina chose not to speak. She genuinely hoped her decision to not speak was just her recognition of the situation and not her avoidance of responsibility. Eleanor wanted more than anything for the neutrals to pick a damn side…of course..that was against their nature. Thus..Neutrals. Eli began to wonder about making an announcement that she was alive and then state her position on the war and what her plans were as far as Air support. Maybe some neutrals would decide what they wanted. If earth and Air could work together they could move large clumps of earth rapidly..and then drop them on the heads of enemies. They could be an invaluable ally. Earth and water combined was also a near foolproof combatant against any fires Foulgrin and his minions may start. If the three elements could combine they'd be near unstoppable. Meanwhile, if Nerina chose to ally with fire…they tables would most definitely be turned. Any water Tucker attempted to use against the infantry would be turned to mud by Nerina…making advancement impossible. This war was a conundrum…making Eli’s head hurt. Perhaps she should have just stayed in hiding. That thought was further confirmed as Tucker began to speak. Tucker needed a serious talking to. She couldn't do it here.
What was she to do? Tucker needed help… maybe she could help him. Him behaving this way in front of Nerina was not helping their cause at all. She must have a meeting with Nerina privately..no Tucker…to get a true feel of who she was and if she would help them…or Foulgrin. She also needed to meet with Tucker privately….perhaps multiple times if the stallion was to make it through this war. She spoke
“Im glad to hear your Army is doing well Tucker…” She appeased him…no sense in upsetting him more by challenging his statements…at least not yet.
“We will need a strong water contingent if we have any hope of defeating Foulgrin once and for all. Perhaps we should begin speaking further of our plans Tucker…in private. We need to begin getting our forces together and know what our plans for initiating Foulgrin are. Tucker, I will meet you in your lands in a few days. We can catch up and begin talks of the plan.”
She turned to Nerina, dipping her crown in respect and smiling
“Nerina..I also plan to come to you. We don't necessarily need to talk war and factions but I would love to get to know you more. Would you mind if I stop by? Announced of course …”
She turned back to Tucker before speaking again…glaring at Tucker…daring him to refute anything she said
“ I think I can say Tucker is glad to see the new Neutral queen for himself. Hopefully the next time we all meet we will be allies against Lord Foulgrin.”
She squinted at Tucker again…mouthing words at him to keep quiet. She hoped he would listen ….
She waited before moving off to meet with her own advisors..making sure Nerina was ok with meeting her later and that Tucker didn't cause a scene.
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- I think Eli will get farther with her own cause if she can break up this meeting and try again when she can figure out of Tucker is salvageable or not lol augustinelyric
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