Posts by - RAPHAEL

    ♔ There was a lot of new faces. Not quite levelling their influx as it had used to be but a nice new cluster of faces was nothing to frown at. With all these freshly plucked members, what would they even need alliances for? A joke, of course. Whist Eden was starting to flourish, it was nowhere near the end goal he believed all of them saw. Perhaps he was being nostalgic, to long for the low (albeit irritating) drone of voices that used to buzz over the castle and its unending grounds. Was it so wrong to wish success for his home? After all, home was not a word he'd been able to use until Eden had swallowed him up.

A home had always seemed like prize enough, as long as he could control his hunger. Hard, yes, and never really easier but he had not failed yet. Something perhaps Eden or perhaps Dike had noticed, in their far more superior lives. Nevertheless, he was not mistaken for it was his name called out, during the list of promotions. Archduke Raphael. No, it was not something that so easily rolled off the tongue but he couldn't deny that it was a name that striked one with power. Authority. The thought tingled in his blood. But he was not that sort, he was not that typical capaill. He would take the heavy name with a heavy mind, yes? Not that all this weight could wipe the grin off the stallion's face. "Thanks, Maj. I'll do my best, aye?" And wasn't that the truth?

"You too, little Alby. Y'done good." The kelpie focused his gaze on the bitesize dragon, a chuckle held in the blacks of his eyes. The little lizard was a delight- a change from the stallion that had despised kids from the onset. He still did, in all fairness. But Rezeki had softened him and Albion seemed wise beyond her years. Less of a child than he. Of course, congratulations was due for all so the words slid off his lips.

    ♔ "Well, it certainly is a rare thing for someone to realise I'm here." The stallion rose his head from the prowling stance it had acquired, a grin forming on his face. In truth, yes, he had been pondering the thought. The thought of how this dog's flesh would remind his tongue of the taste of freedom, the thought that he did not recognise the scent surrounding the huge hound. No implications and a large meal, who was he to hesitate? Alas, the dastardly dog had somehow become wise to Raph's presence.

Perhaps not such a bad thing. Danse spoke and it seemed they had a future member on their hands. Something much better off alive and well than warm in his belly. Well, ignorance was bliss and all that fuckery. Nearing the hound, Raph masked his former intentions with a boyish grin. "Anyway, I s'pose I don't need to ask y'reasons for trespassing. All that name and business shit gets idle, after a while, aye?" Repetitive and arduous, it certainly held no gains for either party in the memorisation of which newcomer was which. It was nice to be grateful for the little things, in life. Although, there was that niggling issue of an unrecognised scent. "I can't say I recognise that scent on ya, though." Raph had been a wanderer for the while that the Sanctum had arisen. Of course the smell of the group would be foreign to his nostrils.

    ♔ "The fuck's a bloody pinwheel?" Was that a terrestrial thing? Poseidon knew that there was no existence of pinwheels in the sea. Raph could more than attest to that. The conjunction of the word was paradoxical, for how could an object be both a pin and a wheel? How flustered the stallion would be when he saw that the pinwheel, indeed, looked like neither of those things. As for the garden, was it so much in disrepair? The answer was yes.

Obsidian irises swept the unruly wilderness that currently swamped the gardens. A mock, perhaps, towards the stallion that inwardly proclaimed for all things green. Save for poncey flowers. Which was what reigned over these gardens, he supposed. But not all flowers were so pretentious to exist only to flaunt beauty. So he supposed he had an inkling of duty to this tranquil paradise. Who knew? Perhaps the floral menagerie would grow on him. "Aye, I'll help y'out, lad." Even a bee hive would prove fruitful. Bees didn't scare him, no. Of course not. But he would much prefer someone else's hand in trying to pick out that sought after honey.

    ♔ Raph had always held a protective streak for those he had deemed friends. Dahlia was definitely a friend but Raph seemed loyally attributed to her protection. Perhaps it was her authority as leader, perhaps it was the dedication to Eden that they had both shared. Nevertheless, the stallion was never usually too far off- even at the slightest hint of risk. Safe to say, it did not take long for the stallion to turn up at this little gathering. It was an irritatable affliction, Raph could not stick around one place for too long. But he liked Eden, adored it, even. So he spent his days on his legs, wandering. Borders were no stranger to him.

This black wolf certainly was, however. Although, he had recollection of the mingled scent surrounding the black beast. A StormClanner. "Greetings, lad. Welcome to Eden- or our borders, anyway." The majesty of the castle could never quite be garnered over the tree tops of Eden's forestry. He had learned that many a moon ago, when his starved feral mind had clambered across the pebbled stream.

    ♔ The revamping process of their royal gardens suddenly gained clarity. With thanks to Albion, of course. It even seemed the little dragon had a splash of telepathy to aid her with some dense looking boxes. Although, clarity on whatever the fuck this pinwheel business was remained nonexistent. What a splendid thing he had a little imagination to work with. Aye, not just a pretty face, after all. There was a reason his visage bore the least of his accumulation of scars. Almost his whole arsenal lay in the confines of that heavy skull. A heavy skull which was more than content with some seeding, seeing as his hooves were no use here.

"Quick work, Alby. That should do, aye." Looking through the boxes, Raph lowered his sea speckled face and grasped a trowel in his jaws. He had to agree with Cause, in this case. It was likely his great size would risk more damage if he dared proceed with some delicate decorating.

    ♔ And hadn't he been so painfully close to seeing if Danse blood did, indeed, run silver. Of course, the stallion couldn't have helped himself. Kelpies needed blood like rats needed sewers. How else had they managed to thrive under the waves? To take a life was to consume power. Not that any of the bloodthirsty sadists in the sea realised that they were not truly top predators. Eventually all of them were consumed by the power they lusted for. Save for his parents- one of whom was agonisingly skilfull at surviving.

In any case, it was his insatiable hunger that usually did the talking. Beyond that, the stallion decided he might take a shine to this fortunate newcomer. After all, from the tone he gave, it did not seem like he agreed with his group's 'mercy killings'. What a misleading name? With any luck, Dumah may have strayed into their clutches. Perhaps he would even ask, after all the formalities were over and done with. Was that an evil thought, to wish his sister gone from this world? Altruism seemed an obscure word, in this case.

"Hey, kid." An addressal by his full name caused his words to wither. A name prized to him with a dark irony from mother dearest. Yet, he'd found a tolerance for little Alby, one of the rare few youths that could claim that bestowal. In any case, he said no more for Danse answered her prompt by his own accord. Good. It was often a meek stranger that let others do the talking. "God's that don't do a whole lotta's shit, I bet," he chuckled as he spoke. How bland they all were to rely on deities. Even he seemed dependent on Poseidon's guiding arm. Despite the chaotic shit the Trident King had put him through. "Will y'be wanting a tour?" Nodding a courteous hello to Dahlia, Raph proffered the query to Eden's newest stone.

    ♔ Thank Poseidon! A meeting to divert his stupor. How long he had been caught in a lapse of enthusiasm. The borders were deserted and Eden had stayed true to its namesake. He felt desperately unneeded, unacknowledged. It was infuriating to feel the absence of the warm glow of attention at his back. In any case, no more for Dahlia had saved them all. After all, after boredom always came hunger and that was never good news for the paradoxical angel. Striding over beside Danse, he gave the knight a grin in recognition.

raphael.

it's pulling me back, it's pulling me. . .

omg? raph's gonna have kiddos

Parents: Raphael x NPC

Species: Kelpie/domestic horse hybrid

As a first gen hybrid, they may appear completely kelpie or completely horse but have attributes from the other side. As an added extra, Raph is a fleabitten grey with black eyes.

Age they will be played: Eight months old (DOB Jan 23rd 2017)

Relations (if any): Their father is the Archduke of KoE. They also have an aunt (Dumah) in ShadowClan.

Specific rules: Please notify me if you no longer want them/fall inactive with them so I can rehome them.

# of slots: 1

    ♔ DarkClan scent did not take to the shadows too well. It was a bitter smell that caused a surge in adrenaline for those that weren't on at least good terms with the anti clan. Or, well, it used to. Now? He hardly knew the clan was still fortified by members, let alone strength. Had they not been destroyed by reputation and expectation? Apparently not.

In any case, Eden and its knights were built for justice and peace-keeping. As long as the former notable anticlan stirred no trouble, Eden's hoard had no reason for hostility. Which was evident from the interaction Persephone had received as so far. At least he had not thought to eat this one, first, for Dahlia and Imperialcrown had both diverted his attention. Taking brisk strides over beside Eden's Queen, Raph bid the stranger a polite nod and a sly grin. "Raph, if we're doing names. I've not heard word from DarkClan in a long time, aye? You all been hidin' under rocks?" Crass words but they were conveyed by a kind tone only intending some good-natured jesting. What else could be expected from the stallion?

    ♔ Persephone was a trust worthy name to all that followed Poseidon. Parley could be held under Persephone's name; their foals birthed under the goddess' motherly eye. Under the sea, that was. On solid ground, however, the name did not seem to hold such importance. Especially if the owner of the name was the commander of an former notable anticlan. Suffice to say, Raph held his apprehensions about the proposition proffered. Perhaps he preferred when they under a rock.

As an outside perspective, of course, Eden and DarkClan were gamboling towards the same objective. But it was no secret that the strategies of both to reach the objective were significantly different. DarkClan, yes, too wanted justice but they did not do so with the aim of peace- something the knights aspired to. Something he had learned to aspire to- oh how he had changed. No longer something he needed but something he wanted.

With a glance towards Dahlia, Raph sustained his boyish grin as he turned to address Persephone. "Aye lass, sounds like we do. But DarkClan's been quiet for a while, I've forgotten your exact ideals?" Or, to say, he wanted Eden to make a fully informed decision on this alliance. It would be a struggle, if anything, for Eden to harbour an alliance with an anticlan.

    ♔ Well their principles had him convinced. If the female before him had not been swathed in Darkclan scent, he would have thought it was Dahlia. He could see this alliance working. Eden and DarkClan what a strange concoction. Something he almost looked forward to. Yet, their allies would make things that much more complicated. Hopefully their ideals held more significance to them than BloodClan pressure. Poseidon, he was acting like a right old bawbag. Yet, his ties here was strong, his sense of duty to Eden unbreakable. If he couldn't protect his family then who could he provide justice. "Well that don't sound too bad to me. Fuck, I'm good with that but your decision, Dah." Perhaps it was foolish to trust an anticlanner but the laws had little reason to lie, aye? Turning his head, he turned his ever present grin toward the Queen.

    ♔ "Two of my favourite things." Striding over the writhing roots tangled in the soil, Raph took in the sight of the apparent WindClanner. As days went on, those trustworthy grew few and hidden- it was almost making him bitter. And bitterness was not good for the face- especially if you had one like his. The kelpie was practically a fallen angel unofficiated. However, WindClan scent swaddled his nose as he stopped before the spirit.

Perhaps he should have been more afraid. But the castle was cold and ancient and a labyrinth of stone walls. The knights it harboured soon steeled to things such as the undead, when odd sounds echoed through the halls. "I'm Raph, archduke here. Pleasure to meet you lass."