A K R I E L
Failed Son of Satan, Incapable Child of the Light, Vagrant Soul of the Earth
OH, but there were squirrels still about. Not real ones of course. These squirrels were Akriel's ghost servants. Since coming through the portal and gaining his...odd feline transformation...he'd also noticed that he could talk to his ghosts now. Some were smarter than others but calling up the same ones for specific tasks seemed to work better than new ones each time. The squirrels were wonderfully adept at locating his sister whenever she'd left his sight for too long.
Tiny, ghostly paws scuttle through the humid forest at breakneck speed. One gets clawed up by a predator, another falls into a puddle of something rank but alas, the last one finds her and crawls up her legs to rest on her back. It dances and squeaks its joy at having won the race this time. Having gleaned her location Akriel lets his wings draw him into the air. She's a ways away. Perhaps he could use his new form? The squirrel-ghost's eyes widen and it squeaks its firm disapproval before it poofs back into nothingness.
Now how did this thing work anyways? He tries focusing but nothing happens. Kicking, sprinning, yelling? Nothing. Frustrated, he yells in a rage, and then it happens. A deafening wail fills the air around him and then, with an excruciatingly painful pop, he's nothing but mist. He has to wait a full minute before he can move but as soon as he can he's off, screeching through the air. Oh, it felt so good to be angry, to be wild, to be alive in this form. He catapults through the air, as fast as the fastest speed his wings could carry him, for a solid eight minutes before he spots her and the other horse on the ground.
The phantasm turns and aims for the space between the two. The siren's wail fills the air once more and as soon as his ethereal body touches the ground he turns into a horse again with a similarly loud pop. Oh, but it still hurts just as bad and he's exhausted now. He stands there, not moving, for a minute but does manage a nod in hello and then. "Well, dear sister, not everyone always wants to listen to what you have to say. Perhaps they aren't even staring at you?" He winks at her before looking to the mare in front of them. His monotone voice is tinged with a pleasant tone, "Greetings, I am Akriel. She is my twin." Never one for elaborations he then remains silent. Castiella's ever present, ever watching, ghostly protection. Well, now with cat eyes, longer white hair on his belly and chest, fangs occasionally peeking out from under his lips, and leopard spots. Can't leave those features out now.
"Speechity, Speech, Speech."
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OOC: This is coming fresh off the thread where he's turned into a PegxFeline hybrid. Sassy cat is sassy. Feel free to slap him.
He was late. It was time the colt had been sworn to return in, but he had found something. Leafen starred head dipped down to the strange things. They were small, and black, but their little petals and dainty nature told him they were flowers. Not just any flowers though. He’d stomped on them, accidentally, but then when he’d looked back, though his tracks were in the mud, the flowers remained unharmed. Not only that, but there was a trail of them! So that’s how Galahad ended up here, slipping through the bushes, at times going off to avoid the undergrowth (he was getting used to that), but he followed the trail. It was getting dark, but the colt seemed not to notice. With the flames atop his cuffs, the ones on his back, and the gentle glow from his leg bands, he stayed in the light, much to his comfort. He didn’t mind the dark, just when the dark was on him. True foalish logic.
That’s how he came to be close enough to hear her shout. It was still far enough away that he could make out the female voice. His harks fall back and he draws up. He should turn back. Da would be furious and Ma…oh shit. (He’d heard Casca use that word when he thought no one heard. He liked it, it made him feel older.) But then he was already out here…what difference could it make to be back at dark or after dark? None he thought. Plus the voice seemed to be at the end of the curious flowers.
It was a lot longer to the voices than he thought, plus he had to keep stopping to work his way around overhanging plants. So when the pale colt finally came within ear shot they others were in conversation. That’s what stopped him. Castiella! Akriel! His little heart leapt with joy at hearing something familiar. To know he had friends here. Moreso, Castiella…she’d liked his magic. She hadn’t thought it a curse, or scary- no she liked it! Maybe she’d like his feathers too! The colt skidding around a bush and over a limb before rounding a corner to at last come into the clearing a few feet from the other two, his soft warm glow casting lightly onto the clearing. “Castiella. Akriel.” He says, containing his excitement as he trots to the two, but his smile says it all. It is broad and unhidden, happy at last to find something he knows. Or thinks he knows…Akriel’s mutations, and the wound on Castiella slow him to a walk, and he whispers, “New looks…” It was a hesitant voice, telling of his own opinion of it he asks, “The Portal?”
Then he sees her. The one they’re talking to. An older creature, familiar but strange in her shape. The pale colt draws up, tilting his head. She was beautiful, and regal, drawing on some source of strength to command herself. And her eyes… “Who is this?” He got the sinking feeling she was from Helovia.
OOC:: Hope you don't mind me. =]
"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."
The fae listens quietly as the child speaks, her ears flicking and twitching with each and every word. Her attention is only diverted for a moment, by a strange, silvery creature. She’d never seen a creature such as this in the Rift before. She inclines her head slightly as it scrambles up the girl’s back and then disappears, unceremoniously in a puff of smoke. As soon as it is gone, her gaze flicks back to the winged child.
When the girl mentions the eyes in the trees, Sidhra’s brow furrows. Truth be told, they had never bothered the fae. Did this girl not come from a place where others lurked in the trees, watching the goings-on of daily life? What a strange place she must have hailed from. It made the little mare even more curious as to what lurked on the other side of the portal, yet she was in no hurry to ask questions of the girl. Sidhra was never in much of a hurry. Perhaps that was a function of immortality, the pace of life seemed to slow considerably when there simply wasn’t any reason to rush.
Sidhra was unprepared for the arrival of the girl’s brother. The sound of the wail cuts the air, and the sensitive fae flattens her large ears against her neck and skull, taking one step back to avoid the intrusive noise. She regains her composure quickly, looking between the two children with a keen sense of interest but a healthy dose of wariness too. She’d assumed the children of Godkillers would possess magic, but now her assumptions were all but confirmed. Perhaps these newcomers really were far more dangerous than they appeared.
Another child arrived, an obvious companion of the siblings. Sidhra’s silver gaze flicks between the trio. Her great ears tip back, not as a threat but simply in a relaxed motion.
"I am Sidhra." She speaks, but her lips never part. Instead, the voice rings inside all three of their minds simultaneously. The voice is soft, quiet, as you’d imagine the fae’s voice to be. Sidhra doesn’t consider much the pseudo-intrusive nature of telepathy, for such communication is normal to the fae and her kind.
"And yes, this is my home," There was a brief pause as curiosity bubbled up in the little mare, "Is it very different from where you come from?"
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OOC: Sidhra is mute and speaks telepathically so feel free to react however. ;D
"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."
It was clear this trio was familiar with each other, and the little fae’s watched the interaction with open curiosity. There were many types of equines native to the Rift, but since the Gods had fallen many species had become more reclusive in nature. The fae were not the unfriendly sort, but had certainly stayed close to their own kind when the Gods failed to return. Her ears flicked forward as she was addressed directly, nodding to the girl and offering her a small smile so as to confirm that it was indeed she whom had spoken.
Sidhra shook her head no at the winged boy’s inquiry before answering his question. “It used to be two-way, young one, but when the magic of the Rift faltered so did some of my magic. Perhaps in time it will return.” She replied, thoughtfully. She hadn’t even considered this, in all honestly, she had already become accustomed to the new breadth of her abilities, but perhaps as the Rift grew in strength her abilities would return.
Unfortunately, the circumstances of what had happened to their home wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to the little fae. Something similar had happened here not so long ago, after all. “I’m sorry your home was destroyed,” she speaks to them both now, and the empathy is evident even in her eerie, mental voice. “This place was destroyed once, too. It was not always plagued by sickness. Our lands vanished and the Gods faltered and disappeared. But it seems that the Rift has come alive once again.” Her voice faded away as she drifted into her own thoughts. She had her own theories as to why that was, but this did not seem like an appropriate time nor audience to share her personal theories with.
“Perhaps you can make a new home here?” The little fae asked, inclining her head ever so slightly. She knew that this place must seem foreign, but it really wasn’t that bad. And there was much to be discovered here. She had called the Rift home for many years, and had yet to discover all of its secrets.
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sorry just wanted to keep this going, maybe ultimately wrap it up if some participants dont wanna finish it <3