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a home away - Kiada - 10-31-2017
Open for anyone!! In case it's confusing, Halyven is where Kiada's mother is from, and though she's never been there, Rexanna was a great story teller. :3 RE: a home away - Roscorro - 11-05-2017 angel, wrestle me crack my sides to let me see Eyes followed him, even when he left the forests behind. They should be gone, they should stay in the trees, yet still they follow. There are, it seems, no bodies to those eyes. They simply watch him, follow him, stalk him until his heart is racing and the great beast's nerves are so on edge he jumps at every snap of a twig. Did they want only to torment him? No, there must be something else, must be something he could do. There had to be a way to rid himself of the eyes that would not leave and earn the Rift's help. As he walked the notions must… Attempt to steal something from someone. That was absurd! Never in his life had he tried to take from another. He hadn't the faintest idea how to go about committing such an act. Nor was he sure he could pull it off even if he did. But the thought continued to haunt him, as relentless as the eyes that never left. His body shivered, unused to being unprotected from the cold that hung in the air. Even on a warmer day such as today, the icy reaches of the freeze reached him. Caressed his tender nose with its painful touch before plunging into his lungs and filling them with pain. It was a sensation he had not known ever since he had discovered his dragon's blood. Now, stripped of his magic, it returned with furious vengeance. Even with his thickened coat, he was certain he would perish if he did not find shelter from its bite. Keeping his large wings tucked close, as much to keep them safe from scrapping against the walls of the tight ally he found himself in, as to keep himself warm, the behemoth pushed his way deeper into the unknown ruins as twisted and tumults as his gut. He could feel the eyes watching him. Following him like a predator. Worse. For they had no distinguishable form for him to fight against. His claws could not rip, his fangs could not pierce that which did not have a body. His only magical defense had been stolen by those horrible eyes. Had they not taken enough from him? He had nothing more to give, save his own life. That was one thing he would not relinquish. The faint sun barely pierce through the thick canopy of clouds, proving pockets of dim light that danced upon his scales and horns as he walked. Ducking his head to a low hanging arch, his eyes caught movement. Not far ahead, he could make out the form of another horse. Now is your chance... The ghostly voice whispered in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes, trying to chase the terrible voice away with an inward snarl. How could he try to steal from another? Surely they were struggling to survive within this world just as he. But those eyes bore into his soul, eating away at his sanity. He had to at least try. If he failed would the voices and eyes leave him? Or would he be forced to try and steal from another? He crept closer to the unknown victim. He had to at least try. He could give the thing back to them later. For a creature of his mass, he moved surprisingly silent. That was until he stepped on a dried bone hidden beneath the dust and rumble. A resounding SNAP, filled the air causing his heart to stop. Crap. There was no way they would not have heard that. Well, his life as a thief had been short lived. He could feel the ghostly voice laughing scornfully at him. TALK HERE" that if the end will set me free
or send me down below Roscarro
image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr @Kaida RE: a home away - Kiada - 11-06-2017
@Roscorro :D RE: a home away - Roscorro - 11-06-2017 angel, wrestle me crack my sides to let me see When the mare whirled around upon him, one thought ran through he head. Well, he was about to die. Consumed in the flames cast by this stranger. On the plus side, he didn't feel cold anymore. The adrenaline that coursed through his body had taken care of that. As the fire erupted along the mare's spine, taking the forms of a thousand snakes, he could not help but stare. It called him, as fire always did, with an alluring siren's song that reverberated deep within his soul. He could feel the heat even from this distance. He stood where he was, tall and straight. He was trapped. The walls on either side of his preventing him from spreading his wings to their full extent. Nor would he be able to doge to any side should her fire snakes leave her being and attack him. Yup, he was doomed. Oddly enough he did not feel panicked at the sight of the furious mare. His soul was eerily calm. Something deep within him began to boil with an ancient excitement. A fire of his own was trying to spark to life. It was killed instantly as the stallion gave an awkward smile. "At the moment?" He said in response to her question. "Hoping that I do not die a fiery death by the hands of a fearsome mare!" His statement was completely honest despite the touch of mirth that leaked into his tone. Why was he talking this way? He shouldn't be trying to make light of his immanent demise! He was acting like a complete fool and he deserved to be fried. But that strange stillness remained within his belly. Warmed by that fire that had fizzled to a patient spark. Its time would come. His ears flicked back and forth before he offered a low, all be it awkward, bow of greeting. "My name is Roscorro."His low voice as smooth as silk. "I'm deeply sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." His eyes had never left her form, or those intoxicating flames that danced along her back, cool and calm. Though inside his brain was doing flips, trying to figure out just what was happening, his instincts had taken it upon themselves to improvise. Hopefully he wouldn't die today. He refused to give those eyes and that laughing voice the satisfaction. "Please don't fry me." TALK HERE" that if the end will set me free
or send me down below Roscarro
image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr @Kaida RE: a home away - Kiada - 11-07-2017
@Roscorro <3 RE: a home away - Roscorro - 11-08-2017 angel, wrestle me crack my sides to let me see So was sorry for overreacting? She had every right to act the way she did. She should have burned him to a crisp. He was trying to steal from her after all. The guilt tied his stomach into knots. But his outward appearance revealed nothing of his internal battle. He merely gave a small smile. "No, no. It is a strange land, and I surprised you." He said. "One can never be too careful in this world." He watched as her flames die down, feeling a tinge of sadness when the flame finally disappeared. Without the mesmerizing dance of flames, his eyes were free to drift elsewhere. Where they laded was a glittering pendant that hung from the mare's neck. It was the only thing that looked easy enough to take. But did he really want to try and steal from this warrior? He had no powers to combat the fury of her flames. His heart sank further when he felt the glare of those eyes increase. He had to do something, or else he'd go mad. He gave a nod towards the vulture when Kaida introduced them both. "It is a pleasure to meet you both." At her question he cocked his head, contemplating it as he followed her. "Not long. A few days or so." Grateful to be out in the open again the stallion stretched his wings. His gaze swept around, taking in the ruined city, more as an accused not to look at her for fear of revealing his guilt than to take in its lost beauty. "Do you know this place's name? I am completely unfamiliar of these lands, or their history." He needed to keep talking. To stop thinking about those eyes trying to convince him to steal. He had lost his chance when he had foolishly alerted her to his presence. There would not be a next time. He was sure. He had to resign himself to slowly sink into madness. He couldn't be free, he'd never be free. He could see the image of that necklace burning in the back of his mind. It took everything in his power not the look down at the necklace as his gaze returned to her. "What of you? Have you been here long?" TALK HERE" that if the end will set me free
or send me down below Roscarro
image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr @Kaida RE: a home away - Kiada - 11-08-2017
@Roscorro <3 RE: a home away - Roscorro - 11-08-2017 angel, wrestle me crack my sides to let me see So she did not know the name of this land either. It seemed no one he met really knew much about this land, having not been born within its borders. Did all of its inhabitants come from other worlds? But she had possibly heard of it. Which meant someone had to have an idea of the various locations of the rift. His gaze once again drifted towards to crumbling ruins around him. The once glamorous city held a new, haunting beauty. He knew not of what had happened here, or the means by which this great city had fallen. Only that its bones remained in the form of decaying pillars and structures. It was remarkable how something so great could fall so easily. Disappearing into the shadows of history, until no one even knew the name or history of this once great place. How long would it be before even the name of the rift was forgotten and the worlds moved on? It was a rather depressing and humbling thought. He was but a spec in the grand universes. The better part of a year. That was how long she had been within the rift. This news gave him a sense of hope. So it was possible to survive within this harsh world. He only hoped to be doing as well as she after a year. When she mentioned Helovia the stallion's gaze snapped back to her. His ears perked forward. "Helovia?" He repeated. "I met a someone looking for those lands before she became ensnared by The Rift. Her name is Taivas, daughter to the Illuminant." He was not sure if she would even know of who he spoke. Helovia was most likely a large place. But it was possible that Kaida had heard of Taivas, or at least the Illuminant. At the mention of the rift presence Roscorro became acutely aware of those eyes watching him. Their stare burned into his skin like a hot poker. "Yes, I have had the misfortune of catching its eye." He answered glumly. And now in order to get it off of my back, I must steal something from you. He thought bitterly. "It stole my magic upon entering The Rift. Though it was not much, it was a part of me. I do not feel whole without it." It was surprising to hear those words coming out of his mouth. For as long as he could remember he had wished to be rid of his dragon blood. Now here he was pinning for his magic. Pathetic. "What's gone is gone. I suppose." He gave a shrug. He honestly thought that there was no way to have his magic returned to him. He did not realize that the rift had already given him a chance to regain his vanity magic. Or that it would give allow him to try and regain the powers which he had lost. "I do hope you faired better during your encounter with it." TALK HERE" that if the end will set me free
or send me down below Roscarro
image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr @Kaida <3 RE: a home away - Kiada - 11-09-2017
@Roscorro <3 RE: a home away - Roscorro - 11-10-2017 angel, wrestle me crack my sides to let me see He could not have expected her to know of whom he spoke of. But he had hoped that perhaps Kaida could shed a glimmer of light upon the mystery that was Helovia. "I'm not entirely surprised that you don't know of her." He sighed. "If Helovia is anything like my own homeland, it is massive. One cannot know all who reside within its borders." He had heard so many stories about his own kingdom that he felt that he had been there, his talons and hooves leaving their prints upon the soil and stone. But he had never been given the chance to see his own kingdom. He had been an unwanted prince, caste down into the depths of the earth in his parents desperation to hide him away. They had hoped to forget about him, but the gods would not let them. Taking great joy in their torment. That was until they had found a way to ruin their pleasure in the form of a portal leading to this forsaken world. The Rift had given him the only taste of sunlight he had ever known. For that, he was grateful and could not completely come to hate the land that had taken his magic away. He listened with acute interest when she spoke of her own magic being affected. When she mentioned how her flames took on the form of animals reflecting her mood his chuckled. "Like snakes to show your fury." How interesting. He too had had a magic that had reflected his mood. Anger, to be specific. But he felt that it too was gone, stolen by his new home. It was not all that important, merely a defensive measure. Like a cat puffing out its fur, his vanity magic had been designed to make himself appear more threatening. Though he rarely ever found his form engulfed in its dark cloak. He was not easily angered, not did he often need to resort to such tactics when meeting other creatures. Most fled the opposite direction when they laid eyes upon him. So far everyone he had met looked upon him with fear. Everyone aside from Kaida. She hadn't even flinched when she gazed upon his hideous form. Such a thing had never happened before. He gazed at her with barely suppressed wonder. Had her time upon this land caused her to become numb to beast such as himself? Or was she made of a different spirit than those he had encountered his entire life? What ever the case he was filled with a sense of awe. Then the guilt came crashing in. And he was to steal from this remarkable mare? He wanted nothing more then to curl up within himself and disappear. He was truly a detestable creature. He should leave. Resign himself to the fact that he would forever be haunted by those eyes and let Kaida be. But he found himself unable to do so. He was trapped by his desire to remain beside the one horse that did not bat a lash at his looks, and the shrieking voice in his head that was attached to those vicious eyes. His own gaze dropped when she gestured to her wound. It looked extremely painful, yet she did not seem the least bit bothered by it. The world was truly strange. Light glinting off of metal drew his eyes to the necklace that hung around her neck. The stone in the pit of his stomach grew as his soul was filled with increasing guilt. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last before crumbling under its pressure. His gaze shot back up to meet Kaida's at the mention of there possibly being a way to regain him magic. The god of this land extended mercy to those who dwelt upon this land? He had only ever known what a god's wrath could bring. Never had he experienced their blessing and the thought that one would choose to grant such gifts to mortals was new to him. "Perhaps I should seek to earn this god's mercy." He muttered, his head turning away as he gazed off into the distance. How did one go about seeking the god's blessing? He looked back at her when she asked if he would be willing to accompany her. Yes! He wanted to learn more about this mare. But he hesitated for a moment as his soul fought within itself. Light and dark collided within him. And for a moment, he selfishly let that darkness win. "I would love to accompany you!" He moved to join her, ready to follow where ever she lead. "I have a selfish request." He said after a time. "Would you mind telling me more of your homeland, Helovia? I'm curious to hear about where you hail from." His claws clinked on the stone as he walked, accompanied by the deeper sound of his thudding back hooves. "You do not have to tell me, of course. It seems many do not come here by choice and their memories prove to be painful to recall." TALK HERE" that if the end will set me free
or send me down below Roscarro
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