Politics were difficult. Friendships, even more so. He should have expected that he would have to make some tough decisions when he signed up to be king, but now that such a circumstance was here, he was greatly struggling. The Versai mare, Allocen, had sided with the Neutrals when they had waged war against the Helkaer. She had fought with them, trying her best to see to it that the Neutrals would not be vanquished by the dark brotherhood. Her efforts had not been able to stop the Neutrals’ inevitable demise, but nonetheless, she had tried. It was quite fair, then, that she was rather offended when Alistair had made the decision to sever all previous alliances following the outcome of the war. For the most part during the war, the Neutrals had believed themselves to have more alliances and aid than they did, and were greatly disappointed when those they expected to stand with them, did not. It was the fault of assumption - assuming that previous alliances and connections still stood, without taking the time to ensure that this was the case. Alistair had not wanted to make such a mistake, desiring that the Neutral Kingdom start fresh to avoid any such future misunderstandings. His queen at the time, Chaos, had agreed to his decision - and so he had sent out the announcement that the Neutral Royals would be dissolving any alliances they had previously maintained. Allocen had been quick to come to Alistair’s home to, for lack of better words, tell him off. It had been a heated discussion, and he had understood how he had hurt her feelings, but at the end of it all they had been able to come to an agreement. They had reformed the alliance that they once held, and that alliance had since been utilized upon occasion. Most recently, Allocen had asked for his aid, explaining to him that she and her family had become the targets of the Dark Kingdom. She had asked that he help, that Tremala Woods shelter her herd members should worst come to worse. The Neutral King had hastily agreed, not understanding the severity of the situation, not understanding what he was getting himself involved in. And to be honest, now that he understood it a bit better… He was not sure that it was right to get involved.
Yes, he had made an alliance with Allocen. And yes, there was no doubt in his mind that he would help harbor the members of Allocen’s herd, those innocent and uninvolved in her actions, but paying the repercussions nonetheless. But Allocen had kept from him the reason as to why the Dark Kingdom had turned on her. It was in fact a conversation with the Lord and Lady of the Underworld that had enlightened him as to what she had done. Xerxes, the former Dark King and now Lord of the Underworld, had used his god-like powers to instill within Alistair’s mind a vision of what had happened to the fallen king, murdered at the doings of the Versai. Allocen’s familiar frame had been unmistakable in that image, delivering blow after blow. The vision had only last a moment, but it had been more than long enough to show Alistair what had come to pass. He had never considered the Versai, the defenders of the light, to be capable of such a vicious deed. Yet the evidence was undeniable. Akroma and Xerxes had made their feelings clear - they had no quarrel against the Neutral Kingdom, unless they sided with the Versai in this matter. Alistair was feeling a little lost on what to do. Allocen was a friend, an ally… but yet she had done something that he so ultimately disagreed with, how could he side with her? What could he do?
He didn’t necessarily want to run away from his issues, but he needed some time to think. It was for this reason that he had set out for the lands of the free that day, just to take a bit of a breather. He would have to tell Laqueta what had happened, and maybe she could shed some light on the situation and help him decide what to do… But until then, this was his burden to bear. So the sixteen point two hand high golden beast had traversed to Kular Valley, in hopes that he could find some distraction and reprise from his troubles that early morning.
Post by fleabittengay on Aug 3, 2020 6:49:33 GMT -7
The day had finally come where the Dark Kingdom had come seeking its revenge on Albion's father, and the young stallion was not happy about it. Oath was now somewhere in the Dark lands, held captive until he was either released or the family found a way to get him back. If it took a war to get his father back, Albion was willing to fight one. However... would the King and Queen back them up? They sounded very much like the stereotypical Lights that were too caught up in what was right that they ended up hurting those that would be beneficial to them. Sanction had not been pleased with the Kingdom meeting. He'd come home angry and upset and for a man that was almost always calm, it had been a bit alarming. Sanctio had relayed the information to Albion and the others. Albion and Julius, of course, wanted to go to the King and Queen and speak with them, but Sanctio had told them not to and out of respect for the beta, they had not gone to Rain Forest Beach. But still, Albion wanted to do something, anything. Underoath had gone more for the Light alliance than any King or Queen had ever done, at least in his opinion, and now he was rotting in some Dark territory? Unacceptable.
He'd come to the Free Lands hoping to find someone that would see things his way, someone that he and the others could count on if the worst came to worst. Things were coming to a boiling point. Albion could tell this was not going to end well, one way or another. Someone was going to get hurt. Perhaps even killed. He was determined not to be that someone. So here he was, in Kular Valley, the land most known for its neutrality. Those aligned with the Neutrals typically came here, or so it was told, and yet here he was, a Light brute, waltzing on in like he owned the place. Hazel eyes scanned the area, searching for someone that seemed interesting enough. Someone that could be beneficial, in one way or another. His gaze locked onto an older stallion all on his own. Albion watched him for a moment, debating if this was the one he wanted to approach, but he figured he had nothing to lose and everything to gain from it.
He walked forward, dappled hide gliding over rippling muscles, his face in a neutral expression though his eyes held lingering darkness that he could never quite get rid of. "Good morning," he greeted the stranger, his voice deep and calm. As he halted near the other brute, he inclined his head respectfully, hoping not to be greeted with anger or aggression. He was not here for a fight. Not this time, at least.
[Tagged: aliyaah ] [Words: 471] [Notes: Albion] [Timeline: 3 years 11 months, summertime, early morning, while Underoath is captive by Kraken, after the Light Kingdom meeting]
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Aside from all the questions and uncertainties that Alistair currently had about his kingdom's political position, he also of course had the added stress of his family life. Well, perhaps he shouldn't use the word stress - to use such a word made it sound very negative, and Alistair didn't look at it that way. His devotion and time with his family was done so happily as he put in the effort to be with them, and to continue growing it. The most recent change that he had experienced, as much as he hated the title he had gained with it (only because it made him feel old), was that he was now a grandfather. This was an entirely new, and extremely exciting, journey. He was happy to see his oldest daughter settled down, figuring out her life and getting to experience motherhood. And of course, little Rinoa was an absolute joy to be around. In fact, it was her presence that made Alistair about twice as excited for his own new journey, and that was the fact that Kalila was pregnant once again. Every single one of Alistair's children were cherished, beloved in his eyes - and this new baby would be loved just the same. Sure, he knew that with a new baby would come a great deal more work, but he was happy to do it nonetheless. He couldn't wait for this new member of the family to arrive - it was too bad he had to stay patient for so long while Kalila was pregnant!
In due time, Alistair found himself being approached without hesitation by another steed. In the time it took for the other equine to close the distance between the two of them, the Neutral King allowed his gaze, pale-green that day, to wash over the oncomer. The brute was large, both in terms of height as well as brawn. He easily stood several hands above the royal himself, and his frame seemed to be made up of breeds that were far heavier, perhaps of draft descent, than what Alistair had been created from. His pelt was made up of pure ivory, a striking colour amidst the more neutral-toned surroundings. As far as what the russet steed could see from the distance between them, there was a pair of hazel-hued pools inlaid within the beast's handsome visage. There seemed to be nothing about the other stallion's demeanour that demonstrated potential aggression, not that Alistair would expect it in Kular Valley, but he was attentive to the potential nonetheless. As dappled creature entered Alistair's vicinity, he was greeted with a neutral facade and a tone that said, "Good morning," At these chords, the King allowed his optics to traverse to the environment around him, noting the pleasant weather and stunning views, drinking in why the beast had made the comment that the day they faced seemed to be a good one. Nodding in agreement as he rounded his sights back upon the other, he replied warmly, "Yes, it is." As he had been greeted with a dip of the dial, Alistair matched the cordial bow with one of his own. Once his cranium was lifted once again, he smiled at the other and said, "My name is Alistair. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."