A Summons || Eventide Herd Gathering


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Aelgrimm



In its purest form, nature was the same in nearly every respect, in every known and unknown place. 

The wind shushed through leaves like the waves hissed against the shore, breezes whistled between boughs just as gales shrieked along mountains. Wherever one stood, the sun shone the same; golden, constant, brilliant, even if hidden behind a shroud of clouds or mist. Time could pass, could chip away at all creation until it crumbled, but time stood hand in hand with the immovable, irrevocable presence of nature. 

No matter what he or his herd would build, the earth would reclaim it. Some saw it as a challenge, a fact of life that needed to be proven wrong and conquered; one could see it in the endless accounts of kings and emperors building effigies of themselves or monuments to their power, only to witness those great structures slowly dismantled by the patient diligence of the earth’s will. Others saw such an inevitability as a comfort, something to ease one’s worry over mistakes and allow them to justify their failures in the guise of temporary consequence. 

Neither were inherently wrong, though neither could be considered right; such was the way of life, most any decision or action had both a positive and negative reaction, though the reactions may not be witnessed until a lifetime or two has passed. The depth and weight of the recovery necessary to restore balance to nature after such a reaction was variable as well, and given Aelgrimm’s peaceful disposition, it was his goal to lessen that impact as much as he could. 

He just hoped and prayed that in his quest to create a society that could live alongside nature rather than on top of it, he didn’t sabotage everything with inexperience. 

Inhaling deep, the Servant of Eventide let the comforting scent of forest loam soothe his worries; there was only what he could and what he couldn’t do, no sense in roiling in what-ifs as long as his intent was pure. Standing at the foot of what he affectionately referred to as The Mother - a massive, ancient tree whose branches could easily carry five equines abreast and whose roots created a fascinating network of caves - Aelgrimm swung his tail in a leisurely motion before sucking in a deep breath and silently apologizing to his ancestors before bellowing out his summons, “Eventide, we must gather!” Inwardly, he cringed at the silence that followed his call, the lapse in birdsong and critter chatter, the interruption he commanded in the lives of his beloved Witchwood. 

Aelgrimm had faith that the Eventide could forgive his momentary cacophony for the future of their herd. 



@Eventide friends
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2018, 01:32 PM by Aelgrimm.)



        
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Winchester


winchester.

she had met Warden Aelgrimm in the city as they went back to their herd land. herd land. it felt so strange thinking about it after the long wait. the king's petition seemed so long ago now. she had never been part of a herd before, and to be frank she was quite nervous about starting in a rather new one. whoever the old warden had been, they were gone as were their ideas. she considered the rebirth of Eventide a new start. for her and the people. even all of Nordlys. after Aelgrimm led them to Ard Maleficar again, Winnie had broke off to allow the man a few moments to himself. he must have a lot to worry about and plan. it may have been a few days but she was summoned by his call. good thing she was close by, else she wouldn't have heard him. the young mare crept forward at his urgent call, though she didn't come closer enough to him. still unsure of him. still unsure of his ideas. 

he seemed a nice man, however, and she even offered a small smile at him as she stopped. it seems she was the first here, and she briefly wondered where the rest were. it shouldn't take this long to gather but again, she had been rather close by. her arrival was only a coincidence. the others could still be scattered, unaware of the news if they lived more in the wilds than the city streets. Winnie's black eyes looked about, lowering her head in a general submission. she was a healer, not one of the council members after all. was she expected to show fealty? was she expected to behave lower than the higher ranks? she had no idea of these actions and what to even take to heart. for now, she was here, and that's all that really mattered in the end. she needed to remind herself that this was her home now. the woman needed to be comfortable in it despite her misgivings. but those would surely fade with time. Winnie had also told herself to stick with Eventide until she had a reason to leave. a good reason, mind you, for she could be flighty if given a chance. "h-hello" she greeted her leader, giving a small bow.
NOTES // @Aelgrimm // by amazing remy



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Campion

Warden of the Isles



CAMPION

He had been there for the announcement at Morthalion; he can still feel the ache in his heart from how much it had pounded in anticipation, and while he had felt disappointment at the lack of his name been called, there was also relief to be felt when Aelgrimm's had fallen from the patriarch's beak. Even in their brief meeting before now, he remembers how he felt he could trust Aelgrimm and how he had looked up to him in ways. Seeing him take the title of Warden was not something that provoked jealousy or contempt but instead invoked pride and loyalty within him - seemingly out of nothing at all. Campion supposes this was why he was made Warden of the Isles, for the feelings he had felt then were exactly those that he had wished to deliver to his comrades, friends, and strangers alike.

The call sounds as he's just shy of The Mother, looking out towards the sea and into the forest home that envelopes them on a small, sheltered hill. He gifts himself one last look of the surroundings and one last blow of the wind through his mane before turning to heed the call.

It doesn't take him long to enter the area, although it appears one had already made it before him; a mare he's unfamiliar with, yet doesn't allow that fact to wedge itself between him and courtesy - especially for his fellow Eventidans. He slows to a stop in his own space, offering each their own while dipping his head deep and low to Aelgrimm just as he settles. When his neck cranes back up, there's a smile with a look of familiarity toward the Warden. A few moments after, he's slowly turning his head in the direction of Winchester and a deep nod is offered to her, as well. A silent greeting for both; he's a tad bit interested in seeing all the faces - new and known but mostly new - that will appear out of the shade of trunks and branches.








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Keres



KERES


LIVING DEAD GIRL


Gather, gather, gather.

The words are a pulse through the trees and the living, stilling most of the calls of the denizens that called it home. It's nice, the silence. It reminds her of home a brief moment, until the first call goes out from a bird, and then the others soon follow. Keres heaves a soft sigh at that, her chest expanding before relaxing as her body shifts, and she closes her eyes. They open again a moment later, and she sets off at a slow pace, her tail dragging behind her and the pulse of 'gather gather gather' in her veins with each step.

The kirin arrived to realize she wasn't the first, but likely wouldn't be the last either. The woman from the trek was there, as was someone new, and her head bobs only slightly as she makes her way from the treeline slowly. She feels exposed almost, oddly vulnerable without her proper horns or scales, taking steps lightly toward the gathering and flicking her gaze from one face to the next.

As usual, she has nothing to say to them, at least not at the moment.



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Imogene


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mogene had been perusing the gardens, as she so often did these days, tending to the delicate shoots that had begun to stretch their dainty fingers out from underneath the dark earth these isles were blessed with. The deafening call through the forest and the forest’s answering silence just barely made it to her, even so close, the trees acting as a buffer for the harsh dissonance in the regular birdsong.

She picked up her head and hurried along, her bag thumping against her shoulder in time with the jumpy beat of her strides. Imogene had assumed a larger turnout by now; instead, she found herself glancing around at only a handful of paragons, and the one that had been crowned their leader standing at the gnarled roots of a tree. He commanded power, but her attention was drawn to those standing in the crowd. She did not miss the land of silk and gold they had left behind, did not miss the constant bustle of so many hooves pounding against white marble floors, did not miss the crowd pressing in against her shoulders as the King made his decree. She was glad to leave, to join this herd, to pretend for once that she could stay in any one place for long enough to be more than a whisper on the wind.

She wondered if she would be remembered here three seasons from now before quickly deciding it didn’t matter. She bowed her head to Aelgrimm instead, her nose nearly brushing the moss that peaked from beneath her split hooves, and offered a tentative, fleeting smile to a mare nearby her.

She had to sink her teeth into her tongue to keep silent, nervousness bubbling at the pit of her stomach as she waited for someone – anyone – to speak.



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Sidra

Professor of Eventide



Sidra

Being bothered was not one of Sidra's strong suits. As the leader's call broke out over the forest, the mare, ears already back, violet eyes hatefully narrowed, lifts her gaze from her opened book. With a pop the leather covers shut, and the woman glares in the direction of the call with a dramatic huff, wondering if she could get away with pretending she simply hadn't heard. Knowing, however, that even if she could, it probably didn't serve her well in the long run, the perturbed witch sets her tome in its usual hiding nook, and heads off towards, what she assumes, anyway, to be one of the largest trees in the Witchwood.

Some called her the Mother, while others simply knew her for who she was: Sidra was one of the latter. As she approaches the massive, ancient tree, her demeanor softens ever so slightly; like most of the elder trees in the woodland, the ancient thing's aura was soft, and peaceable. Acceptance of one's fate was easy when in the presence of a being who lived its entire, many hundred year existence in one location.

The sound of the many bells bound throughout her long, rippling black tail likely alerts others to her approach, though she does not go out of her way to make eye contact with any of the herd she'd joined up with after the slaying of her former travelling companions by the snatchers. She doesn't bother to stand near to any of them, either, and instead takes a position off to the side, where it is unlikely she'll accidentally brush against a stranger, or, worse (a thought that actually makes her shudder ever so slightly): having to talk to them.

Standing off to herself, the sour-faced woman stares down the man positioned before the tree, one hoof leisurely shifting to its point, as she awaits the beginning of, what she assumes, anyway, is some sort of meeting.


tried to pretend
who you were then
who you are now


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(This post was last modified: 10-09-2018, 02:16 PM by Sidra.)



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Aylin

Warden of the Isles


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She had been a yearling when she learned to fly. Her mother had put it off for some time, fearing the young girl's bravery would cause her to be reckless; foolish. She remembered leaping from a cliffside, a misplaced fledgling stretching her pinions months too late. Her stomach had shot for her throat, her heart had pounded, and in the moments where her translucent wings had caught the air beneath them, she had felt... strangely out of place. The ground was much too far below for her to be standing, the atmosphere her platform.

That was how she felt now, nearing her kinsmen to gather.

She wondered if any others felt the same as she did. If they had been Wanderers all their lives, arriving in Eventide (or in other herds) to make some sort of difference. It was strange to gather, to come together in any sort of group. Aylin had waited anxiously since the announcement of Aelgrimm's appointment for this very sort of call. What were they? She hardly knew their names, and yet they were... her family? Her herd, at the very least. Her people.

For once, the mare was quiet and taciturn. She skirted along the edges of the other equines; some familiar and some strange. For a moment, she considered moving to stand beside Campion to lend herself that familiarity, but she ultimately resolved to linger among the throng of bodies. How would she get to know any of them if she only acquainted herself with one? 

The silver pegasus found herself approaching a bay pony with white stockings, carting around a small bag that lead Aylin to believe she might possibly be another apothecary. Silent, she offered a fleeting smile to the other mare, adjusting her stance and leaving a generous gap between them. Inhaling slowly, the mare turned her face towards Aelgrimm.

It was strange to see the Kirin at the head of them all; beckoning them to a meeting. It was not so long ago that she had met him, and Morrigan, on the shores of Ard Maleficar. It suited him, she thought, and the mare remembered how fondly he had recalled his home in the brief words he had shared.

Finding herself smiling, the mare dipped her head towards him respectfully, regardless of if the Warden saw it or not.



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Akira


A K I R A





A call cuts through the air, sharp and tumbling through the forest canopies. How unfamiliar it was, out of the ordinary – imperfect when compared to the sway of trees and their lyric of bark groaning from the airs. The shower of leaves, and the cacophony of the forest life are pushed aside for a voice Akira feels no obligation towards. Some figure head perhaps? A replacement?

Coming and going, living and dying – it was all the same to him. And for a moment he would have traversed the opposite way. Simply taking note of the gesture, and avoiding the scene. Believing in his ways, and that he had no part in their unholy congregation. To be absorbed and molded as one of the masses, pledging fealty to someone he hardly understood and knew.  Correction – someone he just didn’t care about.  

Ah, but it’s information. And there were bound to be faces he was unfamiliar with. Life in the mountains was an isolating venture. And for a time now he had enjoyed his solitude, sequestered from the face of the world and their worldly problems. Be they snatchers or heretics, Hallas’ followers and their rhetoric. As the weight of the summons sat heavily on the stallion, Akira relented to its calling. He might anticipate any challenges or changes that may come to his homeland after all.

He moved quietly through the woods. The meticulous care he took navigating the roots eased the dark, foreboding thoughts behind his eyes. Nearly silent, he came with the hushed breath of the winds. Instinctively pressing close to the nearest tree, as if curling and twisting against their hides to avoid any obvious distinction amongst the foliage. What he saw brought a calloused grunt to his lips. A figure stood before the small congregation, with his back to the old timber of the forest’s heart. Akira suppressed the memories rooted from the tales his mother would utter to him. Or the offerings he would make to the forest. Returning that which she had offered in abundance.

Lifting his head out from underneath the large fronds of leaf and vine, he carried on, determined to see what this stranger had come for. As expected he recognized none. And took his place in the back, giving ample room between them and himself. Brows furrowed in concern, feeling as if he was about to lose something important should the golden figure speak. He bore his voice without truly expecting any consequence at all.

“Why have you called us?” Akira was not one to gather attention. He despised it most times, preferring to exist without existing. It took more effort than he realized to break the silence that had been building before his arrival. But the anticipation was killing him. He hated it, and could find no other release than questioning the person who had derailed the rest of his day.

He settled the depth and attention of his gaze on Aelgrimm. On eyes that would have seemed lifeless, and leached of colour to Akira. The ire in his words boasted more concern than irritation. But the interpretation of his tone was up for debate.









ooc// sorry, he's grumpy X'D



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Leonidas

Warrior of Eventide


Eventide was now the place that Leonidas decided to call his home. He had wandered far and wide, escaping what was in his past to pursue what was in his present and future. The road was a little rocky along the way, but somehow he was making adjustments. Somehow he was making it through with a semblance of success. That made him feel happy; living in bondage never did anyone any good, even if there were not any literal chains. With all that being said, Leonidas figures he was in a good enough place to meet the rest of the herd. By right he could not take advantage of the herd’s resources without at least showing his face. He would make an appearance and hopefully good allies along the way. He had to make due with what he had, and so far Leo was feeling good about it. That absolutely was a good sign.

The red stallion’s ears flicked forward on his head when Aelgrimm’s call. His legs began to move him forward before Leonidas processed that he was going so. The man moved at an easy pace, surely he would get there in enough time to join the gathering before it ended. His stride certainly willed that to happen. Leo was like a big red bullet, weaving through Ard Maleficar aiming with a particular goal in mind. His shoulders rotated smoothly in their sockets, and powerful haunches followed suit. Leo’s spiked neck bobbed up and down and his mane tossed slightly with each movement. The stag’s orange eyes glowed as they faced forward, dead set on his mission, they were fully of fiery intent.

Closer and closer he got and the more ground he gained. Thoughts ran through his his head. Secretly Leonidas hoped that he would be able to blend in with other horses. He did not care about their acceptance per se, but just the ability to blend in. That did not always happen with everyone. Conflicts happened occasionally between individuals. The only acceptance that truly mattered was the herd’s leader. They dictated part of what Leo was able to do during his stay in Eventide. But the others could be considered an afterthought, and hopefully they could establish relationships over time. It was something to look forward to. If he hung around long enough, then that was absolutely plausible. Rome was not built in a day of course, but it was still plausible. It would take a great amount of effort, there were possibilities there.

Finally Leonidas arrived where the others had gathered. There were quite a few that beat him there, but that was ok. At least he was not the first one there to be subjected to awkward conversation. He could be considered fashionably late instead. Not late enough to miss the...festivities, but not early enough to be an early bird. Leo noticed some familiar faces in the crowd, and decided that is where he would stand, but there was something he had to do first. Social protocol dictated that he should greet Aelgrimm for not only was he was the host of the gathering, also the leader of the herd. With that the stallion took a step up and gave a nod of respect as others had done before him.

“Greetings sir,”Leonidas said. His voice was quiet and deep, but still held a note of amiability to it. The stallion’s posture was relaxed and calm. He had arrived at his destination with enough timing like he had wanted. He was mostly pleased that he did not have to rush. The Kirin’s wings were tucked at his sides; his intention was to stay a while. After doing that Leo moved away a bit to where he wanted to stand. He took his place near Imogene though he was not all too familiar with her. She was the closest thing to a friend. The large man folded his legs beneath him and relaxed on the ground. His ears pricked forward again, waiting to hear what this whole thing was about. At least he was there and present, that definitely was a start where there might not have been one originally. It was time. 

ooc| Tag: everyone c:
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2018, 09:37 PM by Leonidas.)



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Akari


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♚ It was only a matter of time before the silent of the forest ceased to be. Akari knew that, but she didn’t expect it to be pierced in the way it had been. She had been grazing gently on lush grass, bored out of her mind as she gently ate her lunch, when the sound of a voice drifted over the wind to her ears. Some birds took flight near her, muffling the sound and confusing the words. ”Eventide, we must canter?” She wondered aloud, confused at the words. Why would anyone shout that into the wind. She stood for a moment, her brain racked with thoughts as she tried to sort out the message until finally, it clicked. And she panicked.


”Oh my goodness a gathering,” slipped from the wine mare’s mouth before she could keep it in. Awkwardly, as the strange equine she was, she began to trot in a circle, drawing curious stares from the wildlife around her. What would others think of her? Would they think she was weird? Why did it matter? Because it always mattered. She cared a lot about the thoughts others imagined of her. Why? She didn’t know, it had always been her nature. But she wasn’t dirty, she wasn’t grimy and she looked nice… in a way. So she left the area in which she stood and popped up into a canter, trees rushing past her.


By the time she arrived at the gathering, she could tell she’d made it late. Other Eventidians stood before Aelgrimm, responding to the message he’d bellowed across the land. Quickly scanning faces, Akari only recognised two out of the mass. Two equines she barely knew in a sea of strangers. She shrunk slightly before training her eyes upon the stallion that stood before them all. If she simply kept her eyes on him, perhaps she wouldn’t care if she received a few stares from those around her.


`ooc notes; my muse for akari is dead.



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