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Uʻilani

It didn't take long for the amber champagne mare to realize that she was dead. She had done a lot of traveling and been to many places, but not this place. This place was dark and cold, and she didn't like that. She could that this was possibly a judgment area or the limbo area. This made her nervous, she didn't want to be in limbo and wanted out. What happened to those that we're stuck here forever? Did they disappear forever after a certain amount of time? She didn't want to know. She wondered how to summon the one that judges souls. She didn't want to be seen as rude, she let out a whine and said, "Hello! Is someone there? I would like to request an audience to the equine that is in charge." She said. The mare wasn't scared of meeting rulers, she had gotten to use it when she was a trader back on her home island and being the youngest daughter of a banished prince.

 Horses on her island didn't care about royalty, nor they didn't ask any questions about how a member of a royal family ended up on their island. Her island and the other islands were a mix of horses that had been shipwrecked or owned by the humans that once lived there but abandoned. The human ruins on her island sparked her curiosity about the world ever since, and were able to finally leave when she turned ten. And now, after a living a long life, she waits for her judgment.

OOC: Trying to get her started out xD

Tagged: fleabittengray

[fleabittengray]

I hold a match up to your paper castle
And watch it all burn down, down, down

Her Lord was still missing and there had been no signs that were turned up about his disappearance. She had tried her best to get the mortals recruited and motivated in helping her find any signs hinting at what had happened to Nehemiah, and herself and her angels were out looking as well. They were all drained. She was spending days at a time in the mortal plane, searching far and wide for any hints as to what had happened the day Nehemiah went missing. So far, nothing had been discovered. She feared there was nothing left to find, no proof that would potentially rally the mortals into coming to Utopia's side - because they needed to realize the danger they were in. To stoop so low as to forcibly remove the Lord of Utopia from his throne meant they were harming the mortals as well. They were making it easier for themselves to guide lost souls to darkness, real and true darkness. She feared what may happen if she never found Nehemiah. Never saved him from the Underworld, because she was absolutely sure that was where he was.

She was on her way back to Utopia, flying through the realm of Asphodel to check for any lingering souls within the Judgment area, when she heard a call in an unfamiliar voice. "Hello! Is someone there? I would like to request an audience to the equine that is in charge." Curious... Must be someone who knew nothing or very little of the Afterlife to think that there was only one being in charge. If anything, the Mist was actually the ruler of all but thoughts of the Mists brought back traumatic memories of Cadence being taken before her eyes... and of nearly getting lost within the Mist herself. Sighing, feeling exhaustion within her weary immortal bones, Rasa banked to the right and began to descend toward the speaker who had called out for someone. Looked like she was going to be the one answering the call, as there did not seem to be any Underworldians around - at the moment, anyway.

Landing a few feet away, wings folding against her sides after giving herself a quick shake, Rasa raised her head and gave a kind smile to the stranger. "Hello, dear," she spoke, wondering if this might be another outsider that had somehow wandered into their little section of the Afterlife. Someone who had not originally called Wild Equines home. "My name is Rasa. I am the Lady of Utopia."

[Tagged: Color ]
[Words: 418]
[Character: Rasa]
[Notes: <3]
[Timeline: 19 years 2 months, early summer, after her meeting/taking Everest hostage, before any clues about Nehemiah are discovered]

[Color]

Uʻilani

A dark bay horse with wings appeared before her, and this slightly made her nervous. She instantly thought of the Pegasus that lived in the clouds. Her mother would tell her stories of the winged equine when she was a foal, and the stories fascinated her. She would look up at the sky from time to time to see one, but nothing. By the time she became a young mare, all of her hopes had been forgotten, and considered the Pegasus an old mare's tale. But if she were a foal right now, she would freak out. "Hello, dear, My name is Rasa. I am the Lady of Utopia." Her eyes slightly widened as she listened to the winged mare's voice. Lady? Utopia? Is that what the good place was called? Was she the ruler of this Utopia? She bowed her head and said "Lady Rasa, I am Uʻilani from the Shipwrecked Islands. I have traveled very far from my birth home. I left my previous herd to explore more lands.  I believe I died in my sleep shortly after I arrived in a new place. How does one get into this Utopia?" She asked curiously. 

New place, she remembered she didn't get the name for it and she felt embarrassed. She would always ask the name of the place she was going to, but this was one of the few times she didn't ask. She was very tired when she arrived in Wild Equines and just wanted to sleep.


Tag:fleabittengray
Notes: sorry for the wait, got busy

[fleabittengray]

I hold a match up to your paper castle
And watch it all burn down, down, down

She could tell by the mare's reaction that she was not expecting someone with wings to approach her. She could feel the nervous energy radiating off of the newly arrived soul into the Afterlife and it made Rasa curious. What was she doing here, in the Afterlife of Wild Equines, if she was not from the realm? What was it with so many new souls from the outside world ending up in Asphodel, that had never lived a day of their lives within Wild Equines? Not that she minded, she just thought it strange that they didn't end up in their own realm's Afterlife. She wondered if it had anything to do with the Mist. Did the Mist bring them here when they did? Did the Mist connect everyone, everything, in death? How curious and strange to think about. She would prefer to think about it no longer. She didn't want to make herself anxious or upset, not now, when she had business to take care of.

The unknown maiden dipped her head after Rasa introduced herself and the Lady of Utopia smiled at her. "Lady Rasa, I am Uʻilani from the Shipwrecked Islands. I have traveled very far from my birth home. I left my previous herd to explore more lands. I believe I died in my sleep shortly after I arrived in a new place. How does one get into this Utopia?" Rasa shifted her weight upon her hooves, humming thoughtfully as she observed the woman. "It's wonderful to meet you U'ilani! You are within Afterlife of Wild Equines, currently in the realm of Judgment within Asphodel," she explained gently, her smile growing. "In order to be accepted into Utopia, or the Underworld if you prefer, it to complete a task. Is that something you would be interested in doing, dear?" She hoped this mare said yes. Now especially, Utopia could use some fresh faces and ideas to help them figure out what the hell to do about Nehemiah being missing and having absolutely no clues as to what had happened. "If you would prefer someone from the Underworld, I'm afraid you'd have to wait a bit longer until someone shows up from there... But if you do want Utopia to be your eternal home, I would love to learn more about you and give you a task to complete so that you may come home."

[Tagged: Color ]
[Words: 398]
[Character: Rasa]
[Notes: xxx]
[Timeline: 19 years 2 months, early summer, after her meeting/taking Everest hostage, before any clues about Nehemiah are discovered]