03-24-2018, 09:43 PM
so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada
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Kiada must challenge the Magnus Metus! Also tagging Eira for her trial as well to face him <3
so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada
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Eira...
She’d heard about the Green Labyrinth, listened to the winds which gossiped about foul creatures lurking between the grim mists and bamboo, heard the tales retold by strangers about a solitary demon that prayed upon the helpless and hapless, that strayed into his lair. It was for this reason the journey north west from the comfort of the rainforest had taken her so long; Eira was horribly afraid of the Magnus Metus that lurked within. Her grey skin, lost beneath the wool of a coat that would not shed, was trembling awfully as her tired, sunken eyes surveyed the looming ridge of vegetation through the sheets of endless rain. This was it… Lightning cracked in a fierce collaboration of sound and light, aiming yet another blow toward the rash-eaten back leg, deadened with static energy. She knew, for the voice in her head had explained mere days after her descent into the Rift, that the only way to be rid of the curse, was to challenge this faceless nightmare and presumably come out of it alive. “This is hopeless…” she breathed unhappily to the little Eriucla who had unknowingly become somewhat of a sounding board for her thoughts; it was true though, goodness only knew how she - the little, emaciated waif - would stand tall before a monster purged from hell. “I wonder if I’ll die.” A figure loomed in the mist ahead, taller and by all accounts confident in their stride. Eira’s small, soft ear (the other harboured her friend), flicked forward with interest. Could she maybe follow that stranger in? Black cloven hooves thumped forward beneath the bent swing of her lean legs and she hastened towards the point where the metal-clad horse had vanished from view. Leafy spears towered intimidatingly above and the swirling presence of dingy western mist gathered about her hesitating, rotting frame. The scent of the other lay thick upon the air. In an uncharacteristically bold move, Eira pushed off after the other at a clumpy, clumsy canter… A glint of light in the shadows ahead suggested that the mare she was tracking was nearby. The young orphan wondered about her confidence - the fact that fear seemed not to overbear her flavour like it surely did her own. Soon enough, she had followed to what appeared to be the gaping, sinister-looking mouth of a cave… While her company stood battle-ready before it, Eira slid along the wall of the corridor which had led them there, ears laid nervously backwards, dark-blue eyes bulging with worry and scrawny, sickly frame as small and inconspicuous as she could hope to achieve. “We have to be brave now, little fairy. It’ll be ok.” "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada
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Eira...
The coat of her mother reflected the hopelessness Helovia’s bleeding sky that day: the bleak, black atmospheric heaviness - clouds that appeared to weep grief upon the broken land laid beneath - that all, ultimately, preluded the death of the world. Eira did not understand the gravity of the situation she beheld. The tiny, well-kept foal could not begin to fathom the tragedy and loss as each face, mind and spirit was snuffed from existence before her gaping, fear-struck eyes by the black and teal smoked monster who battled them without mercy, there, in the stinking soup of swamp-mud. Perhaps it was the posture of the stranger who stood like a ghostly silhouette against the black mouth of the earth before her, the cool courage that emanated from her battle-ready frame; or maybe it was the concerned warmth in the eyes that turned with soothing embrace towards her, feminine care and compassion that she’d been without since the loss of her mother all those many months before… Her mother was a hero, nothing less - as was her father who marched forward so valiantly wielding fearlessly the silvery sword upon his skull toward the convulsing form of the devil to riled them. She remembered their image so perfectly, painfully, for both vanished so suddenly in the harrowing seconds which followed, and their orphan children were sucked then from the safety of their parent’s bosom, down into the perils of Rift. Could a year have passed already? Eira offered a small half-smile: the remnants of determination which had all but frayed and fizzled the moment she’d stepped beyond the brightness of the open. Now she stood in the sombre shadow of the bamboo like the hunted, stepping after the more-radiant, fire-licked creature with bent knees and a twisted heart. “Will you take me?” Though she couldn’t muster a response into words, she’d made clear her intention to follow with a bolstered nod, and tried her best to keep pace - the griffons dancing and leaping above gleaming steel, ahead, inspired the shy eyes of their audience and cleansed the wavering recesses of her tarnished imagination. The voice of the mare, mellow in contrast, was swallowed swiftly by the guttural roar of the monster who lingered yet in darkness; its voice resonated endlessly around the cold, dank emptiness of the cave grown around them. “Is this… the Metus?” She wondered warily, pressing hot skin firmly against the damp chill of the stone wall - though she knew well that the voice expected better. Reluctantly, she peeled clear of the wall, stepping slowly, fearfully, nearer to the mare. "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada
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Eira...
For a moment the frail blue waif stood there paralysed with fear—sight of the ferocious, faceless monster, provoking the adaptive response, ears, eyes and nostrils lifted, all senses on high alert. He loomed yet in shadow, barely discernible (whether by her confused brain or bewildered stare), save for the luminous, waltzing glow of the other mare’s active firelight and Eira’s flailing thoughts stumbled as they tried to find logic.A sound, syllables resonating urgently around the walls of the cold, fetid-smelling tomb, yanked Eira suddenly back to reality, and she recoiled to the armour-clad soldier’s flank with bumbling, bent strides. Pressing in, should the larger accept, jutting bones, concealed beneath the rug of never-shedding fur, nestled against the unforgiving surface of the strange, tin adornments. “What is it?” her thoughts queried feebly, frightened, though the other would not hear. The Magnus Metus, the harrowing voice of the Rift seemed to answer—or perhaps it was the threatening murmur of the monster’s hungering belly or the passage of the wind meeting hapless death in the dark contours of his room—bleeding through her resolve until she was trembling so violently that she worried her joints might split apart. Her braver companion stepped forth with horned skull snaking low, black and teal flames suddenly devouring the feathers set upon her crown. Eira mirrored the motion of those long, sinewy, dark legs beside her; though her own action was cursed and hindered, and she looked considerably less elegant. Like a foal beside it’s dam, she flanked carefully and consciously, all to aware of her own bitter vulnerability—but the quest too, that she’d been commanded to complete. "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada
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