07-23-2017, 05:17 PM
Take just what I came for
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Take just what I came for
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I have been searching everywhere for my family. Both those that share the same blood as I do, and those that do not. Calypso and one of her daughters seem to be sticking fairly close together. It's been easy to send Daenerys and Lady back and forth to let each other know we are alright. It's Sarai I mostly worry about. I haven't seen her since coming through the portal. Nor have I seen Mama Alysanne and my adopted family. I wander, looking for everyone. However it seems this blasted downpour has other ideas for us today. As the rains suddenly start pelting us harder than normal. The drops sting against my skin. I do the best I can to find some kind of shelter while moving away from the drops. It's almost as if.... We break through the trees and find a large gathering of both Helovians and Riftians alike. At the head.... Kaos. I will never call it by the other name. The one that was supposedly going to help. It helped alright. Helped bring an ugly end to everything I have ever known. To the Gods that we all had followed and trusted. It ended, so many friends and family... As his voice dies off I find mine along with several others begin lifting against it. "Screw you! I want nothing to do with this place! I don't want to save your home." Lady nudged my legs gently, stopping me from going on. I could feel her fear. I look down at her questioningly. I wished there was a way should could tell me, or show me what was scaring her so... "Talking" Sansa |
ask no questions
This was life? This was some screwed up semblance of life, if the Rift was worse before they came. She holds nothing of Kaos and it’s only the commotion that brings her to him, though even if she hadn’t come, likely she would have heard him. Kaos’ voice is loud, his presence impossible to miss with the sheer size of it. She keeps to the shadows, keeps to the edge of the crowd which is unlike her, but her anger boils and she expects she’ll do something entirely stupid if she gets too close. She was not a gift, not a possession, not something to be toyed with so freely. Yet that wasn’t true, was it? Had she not been toyed with time and time again? Her first home ripped from her, flipped on its head, stripped of everything that had made it home. Then Helovia, consumed by Helovia. Weaver, through it all, had always been a pawn. The little girl who would die to save her home. The mare that would be shuttled into some hell-hole to save a place that did not appear remotely worth saving.
Everything he says carves more wounds through her insides. She wasn’t a guest either, but a prisoner. A prisoner of a war she’d never say was right or wrong or had, hell, even be involved in. Yet she was paying for mistakes made by others, by gods that failed their homes. Yes, Kisamoa had failed his home, and the Helovian gods had failed theirs. How does that mean they can just shuffle her about like a puppet and then have the audacity to tell her she was being rude?
She would do as he said though, because there was nothing else she could do. She’d already started, trading information with her glowing fish-friend from the Key, learning their half of the story and their corrupt gods and everything she could about this hell-hole. Knowledge is power, after all, and she knows that it would be the only thing she’d have to fight with here. Sure, she had some magic, but she couldn’t fight this place with magic. She could only hope to outsmart it one of these days.
- weaver -
and you'll be told no lies
After the not so warm welcome she’d received from the Rift, she’d done her best to hide the Crocodile God’s scale in her mane. She had it tucked up underneath her crown, and with Prudence’s help they’d hidden most of the glowing by weaving her still short, youthful mane over the scale. She was glad that she did. Kaos’ call was one that she found she was unable to refuse, compelled to move by something far beyond her power. Clementine knew right away that this place had some sort of innate magic, but this? This was beyond her capacity to understand. Instead she simply let her feet take her. |
Akeli
Since last seeing our little sparrow, Akeli has done little more than wander close to Ktulu, and try to stay away from any who may inflict more harm upon her. She had barely been in the Rift for more than fifteen minutes before the rift had grabbed ahold of her shiny amulet and tried to strangle her with it, and she was still nursing bruises. So when Grim, hoarding his warm bottle of fire blood, had begun to hiss and spit within his basket, she knew something was wrong. Despite his normal complaining, she was not used to such violent noises coming from him. She had dumped him from her back and wrestled the bottle from him, and watched in horror as it had fallen, thinking it would break as it hit the ground. But it didn’t. Instead, it began to roll along, the glass thick enough to remain impervious to the small bumps in the ground. She was more than happy to let it go; the rift could take whatever it wanted at this point, she didn’t care, she just wanted to avoid further assault. But Grim was less thoughtful of what had happened to his bonded, and leapt away, following after it as it bounced across the ground. Akeli couldn’t bear to lose her small friend to the Rift, so she reluctantly followed, until the vial finally came to a stop. It had lead them to a massive gathering, and she found herself shying away from the voice of Kaos as he mocked them. Grim grabbed his trinket and returned it to his basket, before retiring to his favorite place perched upon her skull. Guests? Was this guy serious? They were less than guests, they were hostages, forced from their home, and the filly found herself scowling. She knows better than to speak back to someone who so willingly killed so many back home, and she was clever enough to know keeping her mouth shut was more than likely the best option. And then he has the nerve to reprimand them of how someone killed this land’s gods? He killed Helovians! However, she also found herself curious about what she could learn. She has always been happy to learn, and maybe it’ll serve her in the future. _________________ TALK A pocket full of posies |
another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
Otem could feel her heart palpitating so clearly in her chest that it was almost distracting. She felt the muscles clench around the beating organ and with every furious and confused breath she drew, her heart flooded her body with blood. But for what? The creature that had killed so many stood before them, and everyone simply held their attacks? Was it not better to die in service of something meaningful, than to be a slave to someone else? Honestly, the girl didn't really know where these thoughts were coming from, but they felt good and right as they rattled around in her brain. |
KAHLI
I’ve been stewing and festering and just angry. I’ve considered how to begin to enact my revenge, but I haven’t been able to find any suitable victims yet. I have been hovering within the forest by the cliff for days now, happy to escape the yelling and screaming and overall bitching of the newcomers who just coming and coming and c o m i n g. The rain was unbearable here, and I couldn’t even transform long enough for the pain to be worth it, otherwise I would be haunting these woods like the ghostly woman I could be which had its perks with the whole rain-falling-me-right-through-me thing. Whatever. But now, this is where things begin to get interesting. Like the rain had begun to whisper, something urged me through the forest. I could hear voices echoing through my trees, real voices, not some weird apparition like the voices I’ve been hearing since the beginning of this trial or whateverthehell it was to fix these stupid horseshoes. I step through the trees, remaining in the shadows, watching them flock. Some appear to be dragged by invisible forces, others follow diligently, and others creep meekly behind. Like I said, it’s interesting, because for the first time since being spat out here, they seem to be moving with some sort of purpose. So I shrug my shoulders and begin to move with them, curious to see what they are being called to, and remain hidden for as long as possible before I must break free from the treeline. Some huge amalgamation forms, dark and glowing and ominous, and a corner of my mouth twists into a half-smile. Whatever that thing is, it has a certain flair for the dramatic, and it looks as though it’s going to deliver final judgement. Perhaps this will be a good show, after all. This guy is snide and critical, and I love it. And then, there it was. It was confirmation, affirmation, pure righteous condemnation, as the god-king placed blame of the deicide upon the shoulders of these newcomers. It was their fault. It was proof. He casts his gaze over us, the loyal remainders of the once beautiful Rift, and again a smile spreads over my lips. Teach them. Oh, I could teach them. I could show them a whole new world. I could show them the pain and suffering and torture instilled upon us when they had killed our gods. I could pluck their feathers, crack their horns, break their bones, show them how cruel and unforgiving this place had become. I would be more than happy to become a teacher for the masses. It would be my honor. I look out over the crowd, noticing how many children mingled among the crowd. Wow, had there been some sort of orgy before the end of the world? Regardless, it is perfect for me. I just need to gather my students, and then the lessons can begin. God help anyone who disrespected the queen |