07-21-2017, 07:18 PM
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I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT.
The Rift had awakened.
Sidhra wasn’t sure what to make of this development, to be quite honest. The last time there had been this much activity in the Rift, it had been nearly disastrous for this place and all who lived here. Lands disappeared in rather traumatic fashion and the Gods had disappeared with them, never to return. She had thought that that had been the end of of it, but she could see now how foolish she had been to believe that in retrospect.
Kaos is impossible to ignore. The portal, for one, had not been subtle. Moreso, the sounds of many different equines traipsing through the forest did not go unnoticed by the little fae. Overlarge ears flicked in the direction of the hurried hoofbeats and silver-white eyes strained to make out distant shapes between the trees. She quickly wove her way through the familiar forests, only to draw to a halt in the comfortable shadows. Magic had never been absent from these lands, but this new creature (Deity? She couldn’t be sure) seemed to control much of this new energy. These Helovians certainly held a fair amount of disdain for the creature. Sidhra, however, didn’t know what to make of this creature.
Whatever he was, this creature was clearly a part of these lands. His request was simple enough, even though the little fae still found herself wary of these newcomers. But it seemed, for all intents and purposes, that these strangers were here to stay. Who was she to deny these newcomers information regarding her home?
The little fae was more than content to stand and watch for the time being, keeping a wary eye out for her sister. The tension lingering in the air was thick, and she was unwilling to but Anuya’s life in danger over something that she still didn’t quite understand.
S I D H R A
His anger is a tempestous thing; it rages like a fire inside him, burning at his thoughts, scorching at his sanity. His thoughts are on a loop inside his head - Kaos killed Isopia. Kaos killed Aithniel. Kaos killed Ophelia. Kaos killed Ampere. Kaos killed Argen. Kaos destroyed the Throat. Kaos must die. Over and over again the warlord thrusts these words against the inside of his skull until they consume him, until he's ready to explode with the rage inside him.
So when the false God Kisamoa calls them, beckons them as though they are his to control, it is hard for Volterra to hold his temper in check. He wants to rip, tear, annihilate; he wants to rip apart this heathen and send the bloody pieces to Helovia to satisfy Isopia's spirit. He marches through the crowd with Vadir riding upon his haunches. He listens to the false God even as he burns inside. His attention shifts to Erthe, who is raging against Kisamoa as well; he slips to her side, lifting his lips to speak for her ears only. "We will destroy him one day, Erthë, I swear it. Not today, but one day." Volterra wants nothing more than to crush Kisamoa now, but he knows it would be impossible. He will bide his time, gather his strength, then strike. |
CASCA
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The girl was drawn against her will. The pulsing wound in her chest, glowing teal as the liquid oozed and dripped down her leg seemed to pull her further into the cliffs, despite wanting to stop numerous times. The pain from her shoulders still evident, blood beginning to clot, though the trails where her blood had fallen was still fresh from her attempt at using her bladed wing armor. With every step, her joints ached and her mind worked tirelessly to try and focus on other things rather than the pain.
But the only other thing she could think about was the force pulling her to them. Frustration crept into her mind, her temper only growing shorter with the events she witnessed in the last few days. Anger seethed beneath her skin, but where before there would have been flames acknowledging her anger in the shape of wolves and snakes lashing out, the tiniest blip of flame escaped. Her emotions were finally masked, only to peek out occasionally with a little lick of fire. Except this fire burned and sucked the air of the Rift like it was the last cool drink in the midst of summer. And yet she could consciously control it one way or another. Perhaps a blessing in disguise? More than likely, Kiada assumed the dark world around her was simply out to get her. Even still, she could hardly keep from walking straight toward the gathering. The moment her eyes landed on Kisamoa, everything began to fade. Her vision blurred, all others that had gathered simply slipped away from her mind as she looked upon the monstrosity who was her god and she his chosen. Stepping into the center of the gathering, closer to Kaos, she ignored the voices around her as she stood among the others. Her shoulders wet and dark with blood, her flames beginning to erupt in hot plumes of flame. “You.” She murmured, her voice dry and cracking, lifting her head as tall as she could as the movement pulled against the scabs trying to form. The teal liquid continued to run down her chest, glowing against the X marking. She looked like a mess. She felt like a mess. But more than anything else, she felt pissed. “I FOUGHT for you.” Her ears pinned back to her neck, darkened blue gaze glaring upon the mismatched pieces of the world that made the giant God known as Kaos. “What kind of reward is this?” She hissed at him, her flames erupting further, as if oxygen had just been granted to it. They took the shape of snakes lashing out with each lick of fire, unable to contain herself or simply listen to Kaos. But she did hear that he wanted them to learn of the land. And so she would – she would learn, and in her efforts, try to find a way to enact her revenge. She hadn't seen her father or her twin, watched the boy she loved and her best friend die by his hand. She thought she was to be one of his chosen, one of his favorites. He told her himself that there would be beauty in the chaos of following him, and she had blindly listened. There was no beauty here. at the end of the world, or the last thing i see — you are never coming home.
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