07-31-2017, 07:40 PM
So we could build a playground you'd be so proud of what we've made
I s k r A but he's caught in the |
So we could build a playground you'd be so proud of what we've made
I s k r A but he's caught in the |
Take just what I came for
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ask no questions
Good job! booms a now familiar and grating voice. She wants to like him, really, she does, but she can’t get passes pissed off and annoyed. Kaos really needs to give her something to fight soon or she’s going to explode. The last time he had appeared, she’d kept to herself and kept her mouth shut because that was a much better plan than getting herself killed. Even if dying as a temporary thing, she wasn’t a huge fan of it. Coming back to life was time consuming and painful and always left her weak, and it felt like she had to start from scratch trying to run the mountains. So she’d rather not get herself blown up or eaten by darkness or whatever.
She was late to the party, but it was clear what he they were talking about. She’s about to open her mouth, about to protest, about to point out that Kaos hadn’t lied. Weaver was raised by the Raven Queen, after all, the master of deception and half truths. Straia rarely lied, she simply painted the picture you wanted to see while showing you the real picture at the very same time. Kaos had done the same thing. He brought peace to his world, he saved his world. He never said he was going to save Helovia, he never said he was going to bring them peace. She believed every word he said, she just had to figure out what was between the lines.
Wessex says something softly to Erebos and he perks. The dragonmare she’d met before is there, offering help, but Weaver’s eye linger on the blood on Wessex’s horns. “You okay?” Weaver asks, knowing that her fellow solider was more than capable of taking care of herself, but this place was hell, and not very many had walked the depths of hell except for her. Her attention flicks to Erebos as well, “You still have a corporal to help.” Help with what exactly, she’s not sure, because she missed most. But she throws the offer out there anyway, caring more for the horses around her than she ought. Caring is a weakness she can’t afford in this place, and yet she cares for too many.
- weaver -
and you'll be told no lies
let the winds erase me,
like the memory of a kiss
He calls to them again, and she goes, because she does not know what else to do. She doesn’t trust him, doesn’t like him, but he is their new god even if she doesn’t agree. This wasn’t a life she got to pick at all, but then again, when had she ever chosen for herself? She’d been born a princess, thrust into that role whether she wanted it or not. Lyanna never cared about the roll, but she cared about her family and so she played princess for them. The title had come easily to her because Morham had been her everything, because if serving Morham meant being it’s princess, than that is what she would do. Leaving had never been her choice. Maybe she should have died with her family, but to what end?
Helovia had sort of been a choice. Really, it had come down to the simple fact that the place seemed far away from Morham and full of magic and colorful creatures. Helovia had been a place where she and Adelene could get lost, and Adelene had done so to a much higher degree. The girl had disappeared at the threshold, and that had been the last time Lyanna ever saw her. The Edge had been her choice, and she’d served the Edge as she’d served Morham because the place had given her hope where she’d had none, but still, the Edge had not been her first home.
Now? Now she had no home at all. Now she wandered, uncertain and aimless. So when he calls, she goes, because there are no other options.
A familiar gold form is in the crowd and Lyanna makes her way over, just in time to notice as Zani leaps from the mare’s back and darts toward Kaos. Lyanna takes off after the serval, hoping to catch up to the little creature before he gets to a rather unforgiving God. It’s easier for a feline to move through this crowd though, but Lyanna tries to shove her way through, tries to catch up to the piece of her friend that’s trying to speak to a God, which is somewhat hilarious considering the little mewl that escapes from his maw. “Yael!” she calls, nodding her head in the direction of the companion. “Zani,” she yells back, still trying to make sure she stays with the serval.
lyanna
let these waters takes me
There's a blur, then suddenly a tiny figure is beside him. After being momentarily taken aback by the speed at which Pippigrin managed to approach him, Volterra's tense jaws quickly lapse into a large, welcoming smile. It doesn't reach his eyes, but nothing ever does these days. A small muzzle appears in front of his own and he returns the gesture with surprising gentleness, showing the affection that he holds for his former brother of the sand. "Pippigrin, it is good to see you again." Familiar faces are always welcome in this vast land of strangers, so the tiny pegasus's presence is welcomed. It seems that the stallion speaking to Otem is set to offer no rebuke to Volterra's swift telling-off, so the beast turns his attention away from him and onto Pippigrin and the newly-arrived Iskra. The three of them here are a little section of Helovia, three sand-brothers out of their home but still together. It fills the beast's aching heart with joy to have these two precious reminders of his past here, and he is hardpressed to contain his gratitude at their very presence. His attention is drawn by Kaos's swift shouted command, and he resists the urge to pin his ears at the foul heathen. It's best to make himself scarce before he says or does something stupid. "Stay safe, you two," he says to Pip and Iskra. "If you are ever in trouble or in need of help, do not hesitate to summon me. The Throat lives on in us - it is important that we all stay strong." He might no longer be a Sultan in name, but he will always be one in nature. He nods his massive head to his children present, and casts a final wary glance at the man who had been speaking to Otem; he intends to slip away immediately but instead finds himself lingering for a moment, waiting to see if anything else happens before he takes his leave. |
There is not much to see, save for a crowd of people who babble amongst themselves. In this form Mbwana slips under the radar - none of the gathered horses seem overly concerned to have a predator lurking in their midst, or indeed two predators if Askari is to be counted. He is slightly perturbed at being ignored, but decides that it is probably for the best, what with the imminent threat of Kaos to take everyone's mind off the dog that lurks among them.
There is not much to be gleaned here, save for snatches of conversation that mean little to the colt in his dog's skin. It isn't long before Kaos himself speaks and commands his minions to go out and explore, something that Mbwana has been doing to the best of his ability without any prompting. Being here seems rather pointless, then, so he growls at Askari to follow him and begins to lope away through the fog. There's now a whole set of new lands to explore, and that's enough to keep the inquisitive pair's dual attention for now at least. The Rift is a fascinating, if scary, place and there's lots more to see before Mbwana can consider himself truly a part of it. With Askari following dutifully behind him, Mbwana leaves the area at a speedy lope, almost as if he wasn't ever there at all. |
One corner of her mouth curls up at Erebos's retort. His final words elicit more of a reaction, in the form a loyal response to befit their old roles of General and Soldier. "The same to you," she says, although her eyes never leave the hideous creature in the distance. She has always loathed Kaos - she had doubts when he healed her about whether he was really truly evil, but Helovia's massacre proved that her instincts had been correct. The death of her mother should have told her enough about the heathen, yet she'd still felt herself falling victim to his charm like so many others. The fact she now lives in his lands, at his beck and call, where his wrath can end them at any minute....it is a powerlessness that she does not like, not in the slightest. As the heathen addresses them, she can feel her spine tingle with hatred. How dare he order them around like that, as though he owns the place? It is not right, it is not proper, and it fills the gargoyle with an unholy rage. She manages to control herself with considerable effort and decides that it's best to take her leave before she says or does anything she'll regret, so with a final huff of disgust at Kaos and a respectful nod to Erebos, she slips away into the depths of the fog. |