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On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Karaugh - 09-07-2017 As she left the gathering in Taiga, with a quick shift, she was airborne. Beady garnet eyes useless to see the happenings, but what did she care. Wasn't her problem. Her time there was well spent. Certain activities transpired that promised a new life growing inside her. Maybe she would keep this one. Maybe. Leather bound wings fluttered quickly. Escaping the death trap that was now the redwood forest of her homelands borders. Her home had become stagnant lately and with no children tying her down currently she decided to venture farther than she ever had. Flight was much quicker than land. So why not make the most of it. The main kingdom she had yet to visit was the purpose of her journey today. It wasn't long and the coastal region was on her radar. High pitched sounds echoed from her larynx. Bouncing back to her ears for a map in her mind. Who needs sight when you can paint digital picture with sound? As she approached the land mass edges she found a spot in the tropical canopy to settle into. Landing onto the course bark of a palm tree, nails gripped it firmly. It was exhausting to fly such a long distance so quickly. Garnet eyes closed for a quick sista... A snap of twig awoke her. Tiny nose twitched at the smell of approaching food. Pulsating from the life source of every creature within miles. Pink flesh traced her fangs. Heat signature glowed from the body of the forest dweller. It looked to be a stag which wasn't her preferred prey. Only equine would sate her hunger. Now that she was awake she figured itd be best to find the residents of the Oasis. Leaping from the tree trunk she flew to the forest floor, shifting to her original form... Golden sheen of her pelt glistened in the heat of the land. The sooty edges heated quickly as the sun rays were absorbed. Taking shelter under a large broad leaf of nearby Flora she scanned the area. Looking out to the sea before turning face to the interior of the peninsula. Dense vegatation look daunting to cross into without direction so she called out. Announcing her location to any who lived in such a place... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Tantalize - 09-07-2017 tantalize RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Karaugh - 09-07-2017 As she waited her natural eyes scanned the horizon. Hazey clouds were painted sparsely across the light cobalt sky. Luckily it had been a ripe season to visit the tropical paradise. The sun's rays didn't scald her flesh as it may have most other times. With the make-shift canopy shielding her from direct light she was quite comfortable. The wait was short for another to arrive to greet her. As the resident came into her view she raised a brow in curiousity. The patterns existing on the mares legs were quite fitting of the jungled landscape. Ears flicked forwards as the winged mare inquired her visit. "A kingdom visit," her tone matter of fact. Ebony lips creased a smirk before continuing, "Karaugh, of Sylva. A sub-kingdom of Nerine... If you were unaware." Again matter of factly announcing her credentials. Her eyes shifted in disinterest at the conversation. She was an appointed diplomat of Sylva but politics were not her specialty. But gossip was, she continued with a faux bored breath, "I've come to see how the main kingdom is thriving. Sylva has become barren and since Taiga has fallen to the depths it is only a matter of time before others will follow." She glances back to the mare, noting any reaction to the news... The demon inside her awakes slightly at the sound of the mares pulse. Even her equine form can't contain it's grasp on her. The need growing. Eyes narrow on the life line supplying blood to the mares cranium. A wicked grin painted on her muzzle. She could feel the fangs aching to descend from her fleshy gums. Still she fought back the urge, this was not the time or place... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Djinni - 09-07-2017 While Beqanna knows that Hyaline and Sylva are the lesser members of the Nerinian Empire, there is little information in the wind as to why. (How anyone knows Sylva is a subkingdom when even Nayl and Djinni have not discussed it is a wonder, but this is a world of magic, and some things defy explanation). The grullo Djinni is as much a member of the kingdom-by-the-sea as she is of the one in the woods. Her friendship with Nayl had not waned despite the time that passed between their meetings, and since the birth of her twins, Djinni’s presence by the sea has become ever more frequent. There are things brewing in beside the sea, and Djinni has grown tired of the woods. The cold winter wind that usually rips along the grey coast of Nerine is absent today. A portent of the coming spring, perhaps? Djinni, wearing her natural form, is standing in the shadows of a tall seaside cave when she sees movement atop the cliffs. There is a spotted mare there, warming her wings in the bright sun. She watches from her position, curious but not intrigued, but when the stranger responds to the distant call, Djinni does as well. In an instant, she is atop the cliff, directly behind the caller. Djinni has time to hear someone being welcomed to Nerine, and draws up beside a familiar buckskin face. It used to be more familiar, of course, but she’s not seen the dappled mare in more than a year. She’s not entirely sure where the pretty female had been hiding, but she does listen with genuine interest as she speaks. The two of them look to have come from Sylva together, and nothing in the small mare’s body language suggests anything different. A pair of diplomats is no surprise. Djinni does not speak aloud, only watches. Her sea-green eyes darken almost imperceptibly, until they are a soft and doe-like brown. Karaugh is not here on a kingdom visit. She might be here to see how Nerine is doing, but it is not on any officials orders. Djinni has already been to the sea and back a dozen times since Karaugh was last seen in the autumnal woods of Sylva; they have to need to know how the main kingdom is fairing. She already knows. Still, she does not speak, because she has always preferred to watch others dig their own holes rather than do any assisting. RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Tantalize - 09-07-2017 tantalize RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Nayl - 09-07-2017 RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Karaugh - 09-08-2017 Shaking primal thoughts from her mind she studies the dulled expression of the winged mare. She hadn't expected for her to care of kingdom things. Was probably not her place but she kept up the charade. What are you talking about? A kingdom has fallen, the mares words interest in the topic but before she could answer a change of winds brings another to the meeting. She doesn't need to look to know her kingdoms ruler observes from a distance. She wonders though why the mares presence is more prominent here than in her own kingdom. Maybe Djinni knows as well as she does the dire situation Sylva is in. Without much loss of focus she begins to answer the mare, "Yes I was there on a visit to welcome the new ruler when they came." They, insinuating the God's but she does not elaborate, she doesn't get a chance. There was a familiarity with the granite mare. More in mild passing than relation. She draws in her scent and memories take hold. He smelt as strongly of the sea when they had first met, her and Stillwater. Since though, the stallion has all but disappeared to the depths of his lagoon. His interest in anything but the stagnant waters, little at best. Nayl speaks and her eyes are drawn from the winged mare to the sea queen. She smiles in greeting even as the mare questions her on Sylva. Stating Nerine is thriving, which she now sees. A nod of agreement, "That is good to hear. I had yet to visit so I took it upon myself to do so. As an appointed diplomat by Stillwater I have visited many kingdoms." She pauses a moment, shifting her weight from one hip to the other, before continuing, "Sylva has fallen quiet yes. I hoped maybe we could discuss this farther. Since the Taiga has fell I'm afraid more will follow if action is not taken. Do you know of the white stallion with red eyes?" Her eyes watch the mares face intensely. Waiting for any hint of knowledge had of the stallion that had taken control of the Taiga right before it was consumed. She did not know of the previous ruler but perhaps the land had went quiet as well. Her intentions were to see that they did not fall as well but they needed to act now and fast. Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Djinni - 09-09-2017 Quiet and still, Djinni watches the winged mare’s face as she reacts to the news of the Taiga’s demise. There is not much there to read, she finds, and wonders how trained this stranger is in diplomacy. She’s certainly not new to the skill set, and it piques the curiosity of the grullo mare. She does so like things that are not what they immediately seem. Her attention turns to Nayl, who is as blunt as always. She doesn’t smile, but her eyes are bright even if the face of the mare’s pointed questions. She doesn’t answer, not when Karaugh is still speaking, but she does not intend to ignore the questions. The buckskin mare tells them that she was in the Taiga to welcome a new ruler. Djinni blinks – the only visible reaction to the news. She doesn’t ask the flurry of questions that that statement stirs in her mind. She doesn’t ask why her diplomat had gone to greet a new king before telling her leaders that there even was a new king, or if she had given this new ruler the idea that Sylva approved of the change in leaders. They might – but Djinni wasn’t even aware of it, let alone able to form an opinion on the matter. She doesn’t ask why Karaugh has come to Nerine with the news of Taiga’s destruction before she had told Djinni. She asks nothing at all. Instead she listens. When the buckskin mare mentions Stillwater, it all clicks into place. Of course this was his fault. The black stallion has been hiding out at sea (probably in this sea) for more than a year now. He’s not been seen in Sylva since the conception of their yearling children. Djinni has not bothered to strip him publically of his title; the residents of the forest had long ago seen that his black pool is empty. “Sylva has always been quiet.” She finally says. “But it is no less secure than it has ever been.” Djinni looks at Nayl as she says this, her brown eyes steady as she meets the coppery gaze of the Sea Queen. She had promised Nayl years ago that she would keep the forest safe, and she will not renege on that promise. She is quite sure that Nayl will not take the word of a stranger over a friend, but Djinni is also uncomfortable with letting everything go unaddressed. So she turns her bejeweled head back to the group, taking a step away with her rear legs so that the four of them form a circle. “He has a black comrade,” she adds, “And at least one of them is a dark magician; they built a wall of thorn and bramble around the Taiga before it was flooded by the gods.” There is a bit of a sour taste in her mouth at the final word; Djinni has never forgiven the deities of Beqanna for the Reckoning. They are still meddling, it seems. “It would seem they were driven out of the Taiga, but if they survived I’d assume they will be looking for a new home.” Here she turns her gaze solely on Karaugh. “I’d have appreciated you telling me this before you came to tell Nerine, but I suppose I can understand the urgency.” Djinni rarely supposes anything. She is always certain. “I could have reassured you that Sylva is protected, and you’d need not have wasted a trip.” It occurs to her that perhaps the spotted mare might be at a loss with the way the conversation has turned, and while Djinni is slightly agitated, she is not rude. “Forgive me, Tantalize*” she says, having wished for the knowledge of the pegasus’ name. “I’m Djinni, the ruler of Sylva. This is Karaugh. ” *ooc: if you don’t want Djinni to be able to know Tantalize’s name just ignore that bit RE: On the Edge of Paradise [Diplomats or Any] - Tantalize - 09-09-2017 tantalize I'm cool with it <3 |