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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:43 am
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It has been some time since their relocation. Clansmen have come and gone, in and out with new supplies, new equipment, new ideas for their new home. Perhaps some are even coming to terms with it as such. Especially now that the gathering phase has given way to construction, and the hustle and bustle are leaning towards shops, businesses, parks, and yes, Homes.
But Halloween is still a strange area to many. Who knows what truly lives out in those woods?
If one listens closely on this damp, chilly afternoon, they will hear a sound from within the dark trees. A thick, plodding sound. Something heavy is coming this way...
((OOC: Has your horsemen heard the sound?))
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:41 pm
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Why was she outside when she could be inside, working on her paintings? Oh right, she had gotten upset when her makini had run all over her painting, prompting her to leave in a huff, but not before kicking the minipet into the wall. The forest was as usual, dreary and hardly appealing. Not to mention even with he new shoes, she was forced to look down time to time just to make sure there was no mud. They could have paved the paths but no. Halloween was too poor and filth loving for that apparently.
Lan thought to petition to have the paths in and out of the Clan paved.
The small squelch of water and moss under her foot and the horsewoman froze. This was the kind of thing she wished to avoid. Normally, she didn't summon her mount for such a short walk but... New shoes. She refused to see the ruined.
The while horse whinnied at her as it appeared. The white and gold seat glittering even in the shadowing forest. Hoisting herself up, Lan pet it's mane with affection before setting it into a trot. The walk was much better, even if she wasn't walking.
The pleasant walk was a bit ruined by the sound of something in the distance. Along with Mengyao. Smug face didn't ruin ruin, but it did ruin. The heir's presence gave her pause, as she quickly dismounted, bowing at her cousin. "Invictus, Mengyao." She smiled at them. "I didn't expect to see you out here." The noise echoed in the distance. ".....Nor did I expect the woods to be so loud."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:58 pm
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Mmur had never felt terribly comfortable traipsing through large groups of trees while the islands had been around. They still weirded him out, but he had made a point of lingering in the forest more often nowadays, since he no longer had the luxury of rolling his eyes in the horseman equivalent of screw you guys, I'm going home when confronted with stupidly tall vegetation. These woods were home now, at least a part of it, and when there were noises in a part of your home, there was no excuse not to check them out. Plus, whatever was making these noises sounded big enough to ride, and that was enough of a reason to see what it was for himself.
The first thing he noticed was that this particular area was already hopping with horsepeople, none of whom he knew. "I get to ride it first," he muttered. None of them had better get any sneaky ideas.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:09 pm
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Mahir bounced from branch to branch, kept in check by his shadowy arms. Near-misses converted to apelike swinging by the dark tendrils, tossing him back up on the next one and the process repeated. He was so short and slow on the ground, but he had never considered himself limited to it. He had wings that let him glide and new arms that could save him from a nasty fall, so he did not need to constrain himself. He enjoyed many things about the canopy. Up here he could see so many plants and animals so foreign to his lost homeland. Even now he would make random stops to carefully pick a spring of a curious plant below and envelope it in his cloak for later examination.
As he tapped his way over low branches, the usual pulse of the forest gave way to other sounds. Heavy noises, which began to mix with the buzz of voices. There was no reason not to stop and see what could be going on in this part of the woods, and no reason not to invite himself into the company of others. Inadvertently he found himself above a voice with that subtle flair of an accent marking them Conquest.
Mahir quickly wrapped his cloak about him with his frail grey fingers hidden. It was a short trust fall straight off the branch. With a creak of wood and a rustle of leaves he was suspended upside-down like a bat. Face to upside-down face with Mengyao and not too far from Lan and Invictus, his shadow arms splayed apart as far as they could go.
"Greetingsss!" he chirped. He gave Mengyao a curious and uncomfortably close look of deja-vu at first, but the thumping sound returned at full strength to distract him and he glanced from Mengyao to Lan and Invictus also. "Are you invessstigating that ssstrange noise as well?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:16 pm
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Apparently he wasn't the only one who had noticed the odd sounding noise. A few moments into his "investigation" (if it could even be called that), and other horsemen had already started to show up. One of them was the dark skinned War one that Mengyao recalled from...well, the incident that shall not be named - but the next was the heir himself, Invictus. Mengyao turned slightly, his hands folded together in his sleeves, and gave the horseman a small, half sort of bow, saying nothing.
"Ah, Lan, he said easily, his attention drawn away from Invictus, towards the horsewoman this time, sliding off of her white mount. "As always, you grace us with your delightful presc - "
That was apparently as far as he was going to get, since the next second something had swung down in front of him, the sound of leaves rustling in his ears. Mengyao, startled, found himself staring into the dark-skinned face of...
...well, he had no idea, but at least it was another horseman and not one of the students. Arching one dark brow, Mengyao took a step back, eyeing the newcomer with an interested sort of expression that bored on exasperation and bemusement.
"Perhaps," he said. "And what exactly are you doing, might I ask? You look like a minipet like that."
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:10 pm
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The forest outside Amityville was by far one of Kiwi's favorite recreational areas. He wasn't entirely certain why. The forest was damp and filled with flora, whereas Famine had been barren and dry, save for the Oasis. The Famine sands could be harsh, and yet here the forest was strangely quiet and still. Wild and untamed seemed to be something the two shared. Kiwi stared to the wispy leaf in his palm, twirling it by the stem between his fingers. This place was nothing like Famine. He missed spending his days by the Queen's tent, and patrolling the cliffs above the sands for any sign of danger. He missed the subtle sound of water dripping along the damp rocks at night, the soft warm glow of makeshift lanterns in a room filled with his sleeping brethren. The chatter, laughter, and bickering of clansmen that would echo down the cavernous halls. ... This forest was nothing like Famine. He scoffed softly at the thought and dropped the leaf back to the ground, bracing his arms across his knees to stare into the clear cool water of the small brook before him.
Something echoed through the forest. Kiwi turned his eyes deeper into the forest as the sound came again. It sounded a third time. A strange, heavy plodding seemed to be steadily coming this way. The horseman rose to his feet, taking quickly to the trees for a better view.
Nothing. The forest was strangely dark ahead, he couldn't make out anything.
But not far, he caught sight of several clansmen. They seemed to be gathering. And he swore he recognized the bright robes of his cousin in the crowd. And ... could that really be one of the Heirs?? ...
This must be something very grave indeed, he thought. Kiwi dropped back to the ground. No use using the treetops to get there. He would just make an easy target for whatever foe awaited them. Instead, the horseman put on a burst of speed, hurrying through the underbrush to join his clansmen.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:15 pm
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The loud plodding began to resonate, each loud step rumbling even on the soft earth as the... thing approached the growing settlement. It wasn't long before the horsemen could see something moving through the trees. A large, dark shape. A big hulking mass shifting and dragging itself through the shadows.
The sound grew stronger, and the first true signs of the beast could be seen through the gloom. A giant mass, with no discernible head nor tail, nor legs or body. Just a shifting behemoth that rose above even those horsemen astride their mounts. It appeared festooned with vines and reeds, ferns and branches emerging from it's grassy back. Long streamers of grasses and moss trailed behind it, occasionally dropping clumps of earth and clay.
A lone flower, surrounded by long stalks of grass, protruded from what could only be described as it's front end.
As the horsemen watched on, the mass of earth and vegetation ground to a halt, the front of the creature shifting and lifting in their direction. As though watching them back.
And then it resumed it's slow, ominous plodding. Straight towards the horsemen's village.
((OOC: The creature is not going to turn back! What will the horsemen do? Will they let this thing reach their new home? If they do, what will IT do?))
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