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[O] Do you feel like a young god || Herd Meeting

Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
535 crystals
35 posts

I know I'd rather be complacent

A heavy, silvery brume of breath escaped the dark nostrils of the young king as he snaked his way throughout his kingdom. The fresh spring air was crisp this morning, something he welcomed as it kept him cool during his wanderings. A fine layer of dew covered his obsidian hide and glistened in his crimson locks as he returned from a routine boarder check. He and his men found nothing out of the ordinary and the teen was more than pleased with this discovery. With the sun climbing higher within the sky Andante made his way back toward Berg-Risi.

Traversing over small streams and scaling the naturally steep staircase he listened as the forest began its morning serenade. As the birds chirped and the cicadas sang he tossed his garnet gaze behind him. From where he stood he stopped to admire the dense fog rising out of the tree line and into the skies above. Sometimes it still surprised him that all of this was his domain. He half expected to wake up some mornings still traveling the length of the river valley with Iracebeth and Ezera. To be king was something he thought he might never obtain given his prior circumstances. But now he was able to live out the royal right that had been snatched away from him at birth all those months ago back in the lands of Elysium.

Reaching the top of the mountain claimed by the royal family, Andante stood near the edge, overlooking his people. They knew who he was and what his title meant, but it was time to address them officially. His leonine tail brushed against his hindquarters as he parted his jaws to call out to them. Denizens of Tryggr, I call you to gather before me. The fanged beast bellowed over a soft whipping gale. He had some business he needed to handle.

tag: Iracebeth Ezera Hel Brynja // notes: Notes go here
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Iracebeth

Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
2 Winter ❅
played by Soupi
20 crystals
28 posts




iracebeth

When a king (or queen, she supposed) called, everyone answered. It struck a sense of fear in the people, but also a sense of pride. Well, for Iracebeth it did at least. She'd woken early in the morning to graze on the fresh verdant grasses while the mountains were still purple and the sky blush. She still had a mouth filled with those bright emerald blades when she heard her friend's call. First it was the fear. She'd never been a part of a herd meeting... she'd always conveniently missed them. Kingdoms had been in turmoil or their diplomats dealing with more pressing matters than dealing with their people so she had always survived along the outskirts. But now? She had to answer that call. Afterwards, the pride came, because that beckon came from not just anyone but from the young man she'd become so close to.

Gilt hooves picked over the ground with a flick of her silver tresses. The cropped mane at her nape bounced gayly as she trod through the firs of Berg-Risi. It sounded like Andante had called them from that perch high in the summits, so she followed the echoes of his voice there until she saw those old ruins peat their way through the trees. They were ghostly and haunting, a reminder of the ancient world that had resided here before even the time of House Tryggr, she supposed. Others were already trickling in. Some of the guards she'd seen patrolling the borders and cliffs, others were quiet commoners she'd never shared a word with, but not one of them shared a word with her. Which, honestly, she was fine with. There may not be many of them, but there was enough to intimidate her, even now. Though it would be a familiar face and not some gilt crown boring down at her, there was almost... a pressure? A pressure to do the right thing, perform correctly in front of everyone.

Picking her way through the crowd she moved to one of the sides, not immediately in the first room but allowed others to push ahead of her. Her bright eyes watched them all, scanned the faces looking for her mother, hoping she'd show and maybe they could steal a spot besides each other. Then her gaze flicked towards the sovereign who called them, the crownless king with his crimson hair. She let her gaze linger there a few seconds, a smile shifting her velvet lips into a smile, harks forward and attentive. Whatever this meeting would bring, she had faith Andante wouldn't lead them astray.

Word Count: 433 | Tagged: Andante | OOC: ...




powerplay excused
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always tag responses.
@[Iracebeth]


Hel

Commoner
Equine
Mare
10hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
135 crystals
15 posts

HEL
of
TRYGGR

Everything was backwards. Hel didn't quite know where she should be, what she should be doing. Brynja was back. The details were still unclear to the haunted mare, but the damned viking (ex)queen had returned. What salvation Hel had sought in the wilds of Tryggr had crumbled before her very eyes when she'd laid them upon the scared flesh of her shield sister. Now there was no place to go, no place where she could escape to the false sense of "normal". She'd strayed out in the hills surrounding Blár after her morning with Brynja. While she'd left the company of the other mare, she felt that she could not so swiftly return to Berg-Risi. Well, at least, until Andante's calls road the wind and summoned the people who housed the banner of Tryggr in their hearts.

Luckily she strayed high enough upon the hillside to hear him in the dew laden more. With her harks swiveling atop her dial and crystalline dew settled upon the gnarls of her dreads the viking woman watched the purple skies and pictured the words soaring there. Though the loyalty within her bid her hooves trudge towards the cliffs and ruins of Berg-Risi there was a fleeting moment that her heart - or should she say her loins? - hiccuped and questioned that allegiance. But a snort billowed through her nostrils, and her murk tassels slapped along her hinds. Her harks sank back into the thick of her dreads and her brow fell back to it's natural stitch of a furrow. What was she doing? How could she be so misaligned and lost? Finally her hooves did carry her forward, lurching to a gallop to help save whatever time she'd already lost due to distance.

Luckily she was one of the first to arrive. While steal beaded beneath the leather of her armor and her heart thundered in her chest, the sooty yet fiery mare wrangled herself into and slowed while approaching the back of the group. She scanned them a moment, pondering briefly on the balls their past sovereign may have and if she'd make an appearance. But all Hel could see were the familiar faces of some of the guard and one particular filly she'd recognized simply due to her affiliation and closeness to the king. The hardened woman eyed this young femme a moment, noticing the naivety and discomfort she displayed in the small crowd. A snort billowed from Hel's nostrils and she rolled her gilt visionaries beneath a veil of black lids. Through the disinterest she sought out and spied the vastly horned boy-king who had summoned them, squinting through the increasing brightness of the new day and wondering just what he had planned for them.

WC: 458
Tagged: Andante, Iracebeth


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powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]


Ezera

Commoner
Equine
Mare
18.1hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Ara
210 crystals
23 posts
EZERA


Silence is our Fate

The unicorn wasn't surprised when she heard the call of the King. It had only been a matter of time before a meeting would be called. She wasn't too far away from the mountain that was now their home but she took her time. Being one of the first there was something that didn't appeal to her, especially when the majority of the members were still strangers. Arriving a bit later allowed her to stick to the shadows and avoid the stares that always seemed to follow wherever she went.
Ezera managed to make it to the meeting with the tail end of the members, making it so that she wasn't the very last. Weaving through the mass of bodies to get closer wasn't something that she particularly wanted to do. There wasn't a point in trying to get through anyway until she found who she was looking for, which was a bit of a challenge. Finding one specific equine in a sea of others was a game the mare didn't really feel like playing at the moment. Luckily she didn't have to search for long before spotting Iracebeth among the strangers.
With a deep breath the mute moved like a shadow through the crowd, trying her best to move quickly but not run into anyone. It took a bit longer than she would have liked but she reached her daughter's side and relaxed. Ezera lightly brushed her muzzle against the girl's shoulder before moving her attention on to the boy that had become the King. Despite having only known him for a short period of time the mare felt proud. It took more bravery and courage than most knew to stand before a herd that depended on you.
For a moment golden eyes scanned the rest of the gathered equines, taking note of a few that stood out. One mare wore a kind of armor that interested the unicorn. She was no stranger to the different things that some wore but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about it all. Ezera wondered as to why she wore the armor but not enough to go over and ask. Most likely it was some kind to reason that included protection or fighting. A small movement of her head brought her eyes back to Andante to hear what he had to say.

Ezera's Thoughts



OOC Andante Iracebeth Hel | Notes

Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
535 crystals
35 posts

I know I'd rather be complacent

Garnet cloven hooves placed themselves closer towards the edge of the cliff face over looking the valley below. Lowering his crimson gaze a tad, those serpent like pupils dilated and constricted as he watched the numbers of his new people fall in. With his harks pointed forward and his brow pulled taunt he was allowed to see just how large his kingdom was for the second time since seizing Tryggr's unclaimed crown. In the midst of silently watching and waiting his attention flickered toward the familiar figure of Iracebeth, for it was easy for him to pick out her gunmetal coat and crown of gilded horns.

Even before obtaining this new title of king, Andante rarely lacked a sense of confidence. It was a trait that seemed to ooze off of him naturally. However, seeing the young woman down below smiling and supporting his reign doubled his sense of confidence. A warm smile touched a corner of his ebon lips, rising on one side before falling at the sight of Hel. Inside himself he withheld a look of shock and surprise as the shield maiden wandered her way through the crowd. The femme had always been rather superstitious of newcomers beyond the realm of Yggdrasil, and even now, a stranger such as himself held a crown. But perhaps her appearance here spoke volumes of her loyalty to tryggr in itself.

The young man gave the warrior a curt nod of his head before his crimson gaze fell upon another familiar hide. Ezera. The dark unicorn had made her way to Iracebeth's side and was now looking up at him with a sense of expectancy. His lips pursed together to form a hard line as his thoughts briefly traveled back to their hushed conversation in the woods concerning Ambrosius. His barrel heaved a heavy sigh before turning his attention back towards the general crowd. It looked as if the last of the individuals were staggering in. If everyone is here in attendance then I will begin. Andante echoed, ivory fangs glinting in the harsh sun behind him.

It has come to my attention that there are ranks that need to be filled. A strong house is a prosperous house. The sovereign voiced over the cries of cicadas and chirps of singing birds, his serpent gaze skimming the crowd. His leonine tail lashed several times as he begun again. I am giving you all the opportunity to speak up now and claim a possible rank of your choosing, should you wish to do so.

tag: Iracebeth Ezera Hel Brynja // notes: Notes go here
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