07-13-2017, 03:41 PM
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i don't rise from the ashes, i make them.
I'm the whole fucking fire.
- weaver -
I'D RATHER BE D A N G E R O U S It's a sickening, squeezing sensation and when it finally ends, the mare is cast in a crumpled heap onto unknown soil. It takes a few seconds for her to blink away the confusion and rise onto wobbly legs, like a newborn foal taking her first steps. Nausea rises in her stomach and if she could be sick, she would. Instead she sways, groaning, wishing she'd died her heroic death after all. The memory of the final battle comes flooding back, then; she'd tried to fight, tried to die along with all the others, but the fat ass of her Lord had nudged her into the suction field and into the portal. Immediately cross at what transpired, Oizys looks around for Rikyn and sees him nearby, along with his deer and a couple of other Basin members. With a wet flutter of feathers Ker lands nearby, chirping sadly as she disentangles herself from her wings and leaps up onto Oizys's back to preen herself. She's slightly wobbly too, and their bond seems fuzzy, as though there's interference on it. It's disconcerting, and it doesn't help the mare's feeling of sickness. Rikyn speaks, asking for a list of people; Erebos, Wessex, Weaver, Tiamat. The gargoyle pins her ears and huffs angrily. "Nice to know I don't make your list," she says, disgruntled and, despite herself, rather hurt that he doesn't consider her important enough to refer to her by name. "I'd thought you'd at least wonder about my wellbeing since it was your fat ass that knocked me into this rancid hellhole in the first place." She glares at him, her cold grey eyes afire as she swings her hybrid tail and snorts again before looking round properly for the first time. This place is creepy, which isn't surprising since they basically got sucked into Kaos's hol. Nobody wants to enter Kaos's hole. The gargoyle staggers around with Ker riding limply on her back, trying to shake this sense of disorientation and confusion. _______________________________ {SWP Participation} |
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal
The trip made the beast feel sick to his stomach. He went through with Weaver, they went together. The pair might have been the first to step through the portal, but he was not sure. Finally the demonic beast stood on the other side of the land. Cracked hooves moved in the ill land. What was this place? Dead orbs looked to the painted woman with a smile "Well that was fun. "" His features twisted back to an emotionless face as the scared beast looked around. Everything was neon. The world felt different than Helovia. He was not sure what to make out of it, only time would tell. Weaver started to move about the land, he trailed behind her slowly. Mist swirled and moved around his hooves. This place was fucking crazy. Mumbling to himself he lowered his demonic crown to look at the plant life. "Everything here feels so fucking sick"" Heavy accented words mumbled as he continued walking. For a moment he wondered where the others were, but then he realized; he did'nt care that much. He could spend the rest of time with Weaver. That would be splendid and fun. His face did not more nor show any of his thoughts. It was blank, cold, and heartless. So many others died in Helovia, it was their stupidity. They did it to themselves. Weaver was a good distance ahead of him before he hear the sound of a deeper tone. Black ears pinned against his skull as he moved closer to see, it was only Rikyn. Lifting his ears forward he could her the man talking, then Weaver spoke. It seems another from the Basin found their way here. Dead eyes looked over to see the stone woman. Then the bickering started. "Well it seems like everyone still has their attitudes. "" his heavy voice chuckled. It was deep and from the pits of hell. "Glad to see that has not changed."" His attention turns to Weavers question. It was brutal and demanded an answer in some way, shape, or form. It was the brutal that was not bad, just honest. Where the fuck were they? His scarred face looks around the land. "Well, Kaos was from the Rift. Like it or not we are in his land now. Believe me or not, but Ladies and Gentleman welcome to The Rift. "" His voice sounded like a demon. A demon that was welcoming everyone to hell. This was Hell on Earth. His attention turned to a young girl. She refers to Rikyn as Father and his head dips to her in a small greeting. "How does everyone feel? I might not be a Time Mender anymore, but I can try to help."" He felt obligated to help any who felt ill. Any who were hurt. It USE to be his JOB to care about others health. "Talking here"" ------------------------------------------- [ SWP participation http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=27...#pid207898 ] Magics: {*]*SAFE* :: [ Magic: DarkxTime | The ability to age the body of another to the decaying process. ] \n :: [ Restrictions | Requires immense concentration, lasts 1 post in battle. ]\n{*}*SAFE*:: [ Magic: Light (P) | Immortal, but retains scars that are visible in moonlight and fresh on cloudy nights. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can be killed by decapitation. ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{*} ( I would love for this to be SAFE, but it is a Rift God Item....) \n:: [ Item: Enchanted Hide | Defensive. (SWP) Wolf God hide from Green Labyrinth that protects against dark magic {stolen from Mortuus Nox} {won from Gull} {gifted by Deimos} ]\n\n:: [ Restrictions | Not always entirely effective. ]\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}:: [ Item: Enchanted Hide | Defensive. (SWP) Wolf God hide from Green Labyrinth that protects against dark magic {stolen from Mortuus Nox} {won from Gull} [gifted by Deimos} ] :: [ Restrictions | Not always entirely effective. ] Amulets : 1 Moon Companion/s : Species change (if applicable) : Requests: |