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more than just this - Weaver - 07-17-2017 The only half decent place she’d found around here was the island. A beautiful place in comparison to everything else she’s seen so far. Weaver had taken to the skies, hoping there weren’t dragons or horse eating birds or whatever in this place, and at least so far she hadn’t seen any. Flying was an easier way to figure out what this place had to offer, but so far, she’d mostly found water lands. Everything was surrounded by water. The Riptide Isles had whirlpool’s and the rainforest dropped off a cliff into the sea and everything else involved swimming to some hidden spot and she would be damned before she left raven on the other side to fend for himself. He was too weak to swim and even if he was healthy, the odds of him swimming were slim unless he really had to. So she’d mostly hung out on the island. Perks of flying is it made it easier for her to get there, though sometimes she just couldn’t find the place like it had moved or just hidden itself. The place was beautiful though. The wildlife was relatively normal and didn’t look like it wanted to eat her. The food was delicious, sweet little fruits that tasted like candy. Even Raven perked up for the food there. Though not all that many horses seemed to hang out there, and she wanted to see how everyone was doing, maybe find some of the Basin. Certainly they could find somewhere to call their own. There had to be more to this place that just this, right? She makes her way to the Isles, even though there’s not much there but the roar of the water nearby. Still, part of her wants to examine the damage the Helovian Gods did, wants to see what’s left behind. It seems important, in a way, to understand the damage that was done here, to at least have some vague concept of it. They would all have to learn about this place if they intended to actually survive it. She’d met one native, but certainly there were more, and certainly they weren’t pleased to have a bunch of strangers spit up into their home. Might as well try to make herself fit in as best she can. - weaver - @Mortuus Nox RE: more than just this - Mortuus Nox - 07-20-2017 RE: more than just this - Weaver - 07-24-2017 She should love this place. It basically screams of an acid trip without losing your senses. Everything glowed and eyes followed you damn near everywhere and the natives were glowing things and toothy things and all sorts of trippy ass creatures. She really should love it. All she can think of though is how Kaos forced them from their old home. All she can think of is the Basin being consumed by darkness and how damn helpless they all were, fighting someone else’s war, saving someone else’s home. Why didn’t they get a fucking choice? Why didn’t someone ask them “hey, do you believe in the crap your gods do, or should we give you a free pass for just being stuck calling them your Gods?” Weaver only had one God, and though she had nothing against the others, they were not her God. The Helovian gods and the Riftian gods and whatever other gods were out there all served Death, in the end. The Helovian gods may be hard to kill, the Riftian gods were clearly hard to kill, but they had all died in some form of another. Death claimed them all, in the end. Yet here they all were, paying for the mistakes that they had no say in. She’s pissed, truthfully. Too pissed off to care that the glowing mushrooms in the Rainforest are probably delicious and toxic and definitely worth trying. Too pissed to be anything but a ball of unspent energy. There was no army to train for, no place to fight, and nothing to do but wander this cursed place and hope something better turned up. Something better does turn up in the familiar form of Nox. Much of the Basin came through, but still, she’s particularly glad their once Time Mender had been at her side. She’d be shocked to find out he followed her though. That possibility hadn’t crossed her mind, but rather she’d assumed that like her, he’d plunged through fearless of death. They were both terribly hard to kill, after all, and it had seemed logical that they would both go first, pave the way. Her thoughts have never strayed to the possibility that she’d be enough to change your whole life for though, even if she pretends that she should always be enough for such a thing. The façade she wears on her sleeve is just that, a façade. She plays at a fool but she is not one, not likely to believe that she is nearly as important as she pretends. His hooves are nearly silent, drowned by the sound of the whirlpool that screams of the damage done by the Helovian gods. The Riptide Isles were gone, swallowed by the darkness. Why hadn’t Kaos brought his lands back? Why leave this place so ruined? Though she barely hears him, she is aware of another, a glint of a green gem on a horn catching her attention first. She’d know it anywhere, and only turns her head slightly to greet him, lips curving into her usual Cheshire grin. He doesn’t say hello, doesn’t ask how she is, and this is why she likes him. What a stupid question. How are you dear, after the world ended and we were spit back into some layer of hell? Oh, just great, thanks. Fine and dandy and all that shit. Instead his thoughts coincide with hers, talking of the gods, of the damage wrought to this place. “One man’s justice is another’s injustice.” she says, her tone flat, lacking all her usual flair. Why pretend? More to the point, why pretend with him? He saw through her anyway, and she didn’t mind. “Why didn’t Kaos bring the lands back with him? Why leave is place ruined and tattered and yet bring us through?” She shakes her head slightly, tossing her mane, knowing there’s no answer to these questions. They are just pawns in this game. “Truthfully Mortuus, I just don’t even know what to do.” She lets the words hang there, unmasked and raw, not expecting an answer but hoping for one anyway. Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson - weaver - @Mortuus Nox RE: more than just this - Mortuus Nox - 07-27-2017 RE: more than just this - Weaver - 08-01-2017 It is strange for her to feel so entirely at a loss, though if she thinks of about it, the lack of purpose makes her feel aimless. There is nothing to fight. Even the beasts don’t come to get her, though their glowing eyes follow her everywhere. She’d already tried the fruit of the Key (delicious) and the glowing mushrooms haven’t tempted her enough to risk dying. Dying is a bitch, even if she does come back after it. She still has to die and all, and being poisoned sounds like a shit way to go out. If she was willing to be honest she didn’t mind the scenery. It’s not like she cares if the place glows (she doesn’t actually need drugs here, it’s a constant acid trip) or if things snarl at her every damn minute. Though she would really, really like some mountains to snuggle herself into, or hell, at least to train in. Maybe training would give her something to do, because there weren’t even spars in this place. Everyone was too damn busy making sure their friends hadn’t died. “Probably,” she says with an eye roll, just imagining what plans Kaos might have in store. Plans for the mortals and semi-mortals to watch them skitter around like mice in a maze that didn’t want to be put there in the first place. She sounds more like herself at that though, annoyance and curiosity all thrown into one word. It could be good, she knows. There’s all sorts of potential here that they don’t yet know about, but she’s not in the mood to be toyed with in the interim of getting there. She didn’t have a damn thing to do with the Rift Wars in the first place, and it’s not her fault Kaos let his home get ripped up. She doesn’t feel like loitering in this limbo waiting for whatever plans he has. She listens as he talks about the roar that only he could hear, and it doesn’t sound crazy but rather likely. He wore a piece of this place already – a trophy in Helovia and a gravestone here. “What’s there to fear? He’s another damn god who thinks he can play with us. I’m annoyed I can’t do anything about it, though.” She flicks her tail, antsy and unable to do anything with it. This is more her than before though, clawing back to the surface despite her efforts to behave as she learned about The Rift. We play the game, he says, and her mind whirls at that, screaming, but she keeps her mouth shut because he continues. What game though? That’s the problem. The Gods keep their secrets and make them guess and guess and what would happen if they just told the mortal peons of the world the plan in the first place. Wouldn’t it be more useful in the long run to tell them the point of all this? Their existence here saved the Rift, that much seems clear enough. But what was next? Because something, something, had to be next. His lasts words bring that familiar half smile to her lips though, and she stops caring about whatever game Kaos wants to play. It’s only her and Nox and the sound of the roaring, broken ocean. “You don’t get to give up. I’m not done with you.” She reaches out to playfully bite at his mane, not sure she’ll actually catch it and not trying that hard. It feels good to simply be her though, wild and playful and for once, even meaning what she says. - weaver - @Mortuus Nox RE: more than just this - Mortuus Nox - 08-10-2017 |