Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
HEA is an AU canon-only animated crossover Disney Play-By-Post Role Play with minimal word count.
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After John Smith departed back to England for medical treatment, and the realm of Jamesville was inserted into Rohandor, Pocahontas did not have a very lackadaisical schedule anymore. Between acting as a liaison between the Powhatan tribe and the settlers, and then as Jamesville's ambassador to the other Isles, the young woman was kept mightily busy. She hardly had any time to pursue the fun-loving activities for which she was so famous. Running through the woods alongside deer and buck, casting herself off of heights into waterfalls and swimming with the otters were now rarities. Not everyday occasions as they once had been.
Today, Pocahontas was one of those rarities. She had absolutely nothing on her agenda. As much as the Powhatan wanted to say that that was because of happy circumstance, it had actually taken careful planning on her part to ensure. Pocahontas felt a twinge of guilt for rearranging a few tasks and delegating them to other days, but at the same time she was beginning to feel very restricted in her day-to-day life. Just once in a while, she needed to sing with all of the voices of the mountain, or to paint with all of the colors of the wind.
And so she had.
Pocahontas' list of pursuits for that day had been entirely impulsive (which would have surprised no one). She had accomplished much by the time the sun was directly overhead, and wished to take a break during the warmest part of the day, Pocahontas paused beneath a wide-armed tree on the edge of one of the small rivers she'd been traveling down. She knew that the Colonist's Camp was nearby. Maybe she would stop there after her respite? Flit was napping on Pocahontas' shoulder but... She looked around.
He and Vixey had been on the edge of the territory they called home when they'd first sighted the ships floating out in the harbor. Tod was all for investigating them closer. Vixey was considerably more cautious about the unfamiliar things that smelled of man, but Tod, with his usual jaunty air, told her they were just boats. Widow Tweed had pictures of them in books and paintings on her wall at her farmhouse. He'd never actually seen one in person before though. He was able to talk her into going down to where the ships were docked. Earlier, some men had stepped off them and disappeared off into the forest. When the foxes were sure no other humans were around, they slunk closer to the boats. Curiosity winning out over his good sense, Tod boldly ventured right up the gangplank of the nearest one. With a little encouragement Vixey joined him onboard, and together they explored the deck.
It was actually pretty fun, and Vixey was getting into it until she happened to spot someone emerging from the woods and walking their way. She yelled out a warning to Tod, who was below deck, but by then it was too late. Tod was trapped, the humans between him and the exit. He told Vixey to run to safety, while he jumped inside a barrel and hid there, hoping that he wouldn’t be found and that Vixey was safe.
The trip wasn’t a pleasant one. The near-constant rocking of the boat made him feel sick, as did the overpowering smell of the oranges that were in the barrel with him. When the boat docked again, Tod climbed out of the barrel, and, hiding in the shadows, carefully waited. When he could no longer hear humans walking around on deck, he raced up to the upper deck. Without looking back, he leapt off the boat’s side. He landed with a splash in the shallows, where he then swam for it.
And now here he was, trotting beside a little river. It was a beautiful day out, but the fox was completely oblivious to the splendor of his surroundings. He didn’t know where he was, and wasn’t sure how to get back home. It had been awhile since he’d last eaten, so when a delicious scent teased his nostrils naturally he went looking for its source. It turned out to be a trout, just lying there on the riverbank for the taking. Tod advanced towards it, and opening his jaws, grabbed the trout --
-- and found himself face to face with a raccoon. The other animal (who didn't seem to have missed too many meals, Tod noted) seemed as surprised as he was, but suddenly grabbed the trout in his mouth and leaned back in an effort to snatch the fish from Tod's jaws. The little guy was stronger then he looked, succeeding in moving him forward.
Planting his paws firmly in the dirt, Tod pulled back. The masked thief just clung on harder, much to Tod's rising irritation. Hoping to scare the raccoon off, Tod growled and bristled the fur on his neck and shoulders. "Beat it! I saw it first!" He snarled through a mouthful of fish.
The raccoon chittered something back -- something rude, judging by his tone. The tug of war raged on, nether animal willing to give ground.
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Pocahontas did not jump up at once after noticing Meeko's absence. Flit was sleeping soundly on her shoulder, nuzzled into a lock of her silken hair, for one. The little hummingbird was so tightly wound at all times that she didn't like to interrupt this rare moments of relaxation, whenever they managed to appear. Meeko was ever inquisitive, which often meant him wandering off when something particularly intriguing piqued his interest. "Intriguing" by his standards, which was largely underwhelming by others. The raccoon could very well have just strayed into the bows of the tree that Pocahontas leaned against, likely bothering whatever woodland creatures called it home.
For the moment, Pocahontas contented herself by narrowing her gaze and watching her surroundings carefully. She watched as two otters played tag with one another, dancing in ribbons of brown beneath the surface of the river on their way upstream, to where it joined with another in a larger, lazy current. A single squirrel descended the trunk beside Pocahontas, searching for nuts that it had buried on another day in the forest floor, quite unconcerned by the Powhatan, who gave it a kind smile when their eyes met briefly.
Beyond what her eyes could tell, Pocahontas concentrated on her sense of hearing. Usually she did so to listen to the sweet music of nature at work; birdsong, wind ruffling leaves, animal calls, birdsong, running water. Now, she altered her focus to hear anything out of the ordinary. Certainly, Meeko never fit in the category of "ordinary," anyway. Several minutes went by, and then Pocahontas heard something that was very familiar to her, and so pricked her ears more easily than all the rest of the forest's sounds.
Angered chattering of a certain gluttonous raccoon.
The sound came distantly to Pocahontas beyond the nearest bend downstream, just out of sight. She was spared having to interrupt Flit's nap, because hearing the sound of Meeko's complaining had awoken the hummingbird. Flit ruffled his feathers, shook out his wings, and took to the air like a buzzing, feathered comet. Flit darted back and forth in the air, looking this way and that to gauge where Meeko's voice was coming from while Pocahontas rose to her feet. With a withering look, Flit eyed Pocahontas. "I know," she sighed. "I wonder what he's up to this time."
Sharing a sense of tired exasperation, the hummingbird and Powhatan set off on the bank. Both turned the bend obscuring the raccoon from their sight at the same time. There, Meeko could be seen trying to pull a trout from the maw of a handsome fox. Flit blinked once, then appeared to swell with indignation at being disturbed by Meeko's quest to fill the black hole that was his stomach. Pocahontas recovered a beat after her flying companion, and her exterior turned stern and scornful. "Meeko!"
The raccoon straightened with a start and ever so slowly turned to look at Pocahontas over his shoulder. Meeko's guilty look turned into an attempt at innocence. Pocahontas' authoritative glare did not falter, she simply added folded arms to it. Flit looked more and more entitled every moment. "Did you find that first?" she asked. Meeko nodded, saw her eyes didn't soften, then slowly bowed his head and uncurled his fingers from the trout.
Tod's clash with the masked bandit over the trout was suddenly interrupted by a new presence. He was caught off-guard to see a human there. He hadn’t seen any signs of human habitation around there, and wasn't sure how to feel about this latest development. While he did possess a more open-minded attitude towards humans then a truly wild animal did, experience had taught him to be wary of them too. Some people just didn't like animals, or more specifically, animals like himself that were regarded as “vermin” or killed for their fur.
In his state of shock Tod's jaw fell, releasing the treat, and turned in the young woman's direction as she called out. Carefully, he scrutinized her appearance. Her style of clothing was much different then most humans he’d ever seen before. In fact, it was closer to what Angela, the gargoyle who he’d befriended previously, wore. She didn't seem to have any weapons on her, but then again, he didn't know of any female humans who hunted.
Tod stood there motionless, watching curiously as the woman admonished the raccoon, who in turn looked guilty, then grudgingly dropped the fish. It actually reminded him of how Widow Tweed would scold him for getting into some mischief. His eyes picked out a flash of ruby hovering around the woman. It turned out to be a hummingbird. Were these other animals her pets?
For a moment Tod thought about simply just grabbing the fish and bolting. As he warred with his conscience, he glanced between the woman, bird, and raccoon. "Well, we both kinda found it at the same time, I guess." He admitted, addressing the raccoon and the hummingbird. He didn't think that the human would be able to understand to what he'd just said. While people and animals talking together made a nice fantasy, it'd never happen.
Pocahontas' arrival hadn't failed to elicit a change in the scenario that she'd intruded upon. When she had come around the bend, Meeko and the fox had been in an actual tug-of-war over the trout between them. Now, a few moments after she had made her presence known, the war ended. The trout lay on the riverbank, and Pocahontas guessed that had it not already been made limp by the fight that had happened over it, the fish would have slipped smoothly off of the shore and been lost to both combatants. Meeko rarely stayed truly penitent for long. There were not many times that he admitted to being in the wrong, and it took Pocahontas pointing out he was, or reminding him that he had been in the first place.
As it was, the raccoon was smoothly dissolving from remorseful to irritated. He crossed his furry arms over his equally furry chest in a comical mirror of Pocahontas' own pose, complete with a rhythmic tapping of his foot. Pocahontas gave an amused role of her eyes and dropped her arms to her sides. That was when the fox spoke. She wasn't as surprised as could have been the case, but taken unaware even so. Pocahontas had traveled to a fair few large kingdoms since Jamesville's formation in Rohandor, and on those travels she'd met many strange individuals, the least surprising of which had been talking animals. What had Pocahontas surprised was that a talking animal was in her homeland.
Animals could not talk naturally in Jamesville. That didn't mean that Pocahontas couldn't communicate with them, it just meant that she couldn't carry on an actual conversation with them. She had spent several enjoyable afternoons searching for honey with a mother bear, or helping busy beavers collect tinder for their burrows. The fox spoke, and Pocahontas' eyes went wide momentarily before she could gather her thoughts together. Meeko and Flit did not respond in any visible way, but that was no surprise. Pocahontas wasn't exactly sure if they could "speak" to all animals, or merely had a different way of communicating to them than something conceivable to a human, like speech.
After Pocahontas recovered from her surprise, she smiled softly. The fox was male, though she had determined that from his handsome features beforehand. He was also polite, as it turned out. It would have been very easy for him to take the trout and be gone, but he was insisting to put things right. Only Pocahontas highly doubted that the fox knew the details of the trout fight fully. For example, he didn't know that Meeko had just finished lunch ten minutes before. Or that he was very good at collecting food the moment something or someone else had done the hard work of catching it. Meeko heard what the fox said, and looked over his shoulder with interested hope, no doubt wondering if this would mean he'd get to keep the fish.
"Well," said Pocahontas kindly, "thank you for being honest. Meeko has already eaten recently, though, and I have a feeling that that isn't the case for you." She gestured encouragingly to the trout where it lay on the bank. Meeko had now changed his tune again. Pocahontas' comments had brought a point to mind that the raccoon hadn't conceived before. Meeko blinked with wide eyes at the fox, then smiled thoughtfully. He reached forward, picked up the trout, and hopped forward a few steps before thrusting the trout in front of the fox's nose. Pocahontas smiled much like a mother would over watching a child do something both admirable and adorable. She pressed one palm against her cheek and tilted her head.
Tod continued to patiently regard the woman to see what had to say. Truth be told, he really didn't know what had compelled him to try addressing her. After all, it wasn't like he could talk to Widow Tweed or Amos, even though it sure would've been nice if he could (he certainly would've had a few choice words for Amos). Maybe it was meeting Angela that made him more open to communicating with non-animals. He was more surprised that this human understood him. Why couldn't animals speak to humans where he was from, but could talk to them elsewhere? It didn't make sense.
The woman recovered quickly, though aside from a momentary widening of her eyes, didn't show much surprise at being addressed by a fox. Maybe talking to animals was a common thing for her.
When she informed him that the raccoon, who she called Meeko, had eaten previously, Tod nearly sent the masked creature a withering glare, but his annoyance was washed away by surprise when Meeko retrieved the fish and presented to him. He hadn't been expecting that from someone who he'd just been fighting with.
Tod gave Meeko a grateful smile, then sent one to the woman as well for her aid in resolving the dispute. "Thank you!" In Tod's mind these three were already new friends, his irritation with Meeko quickly forgotten. Meeko's act of generosity made them even now.
Taking the trout, he set it on the ground in front of himself, and securing it with a paw so it wouldn't slip away, began eating. In between bites he looked up at Meeko, the woman, and the hummingbird. "The last time I had something to eat was around sunrise." He explained. Indeed, the entire thing was devoured in a few quick bites. Satisfied, he licked his lips before sitting down and curling his tail around himself. "So... uh, I don't suppose you know where I am?" He asked the trio, eying them hopefully. "I'm kinda lost." He didn't like admitting that he had no idea where he was, but this was a bit of an emergency. Maybe they lived around here and could help him out.
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