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Help! - Clementine - 07-13-2017
Magics: :: [ Magic: Light | Able to sense the emotions of others. ] :: [ Restrictions | Must be within 10m, requires permission. ] :: [ Magic: EarthxWind (P) | Smells like orange blossoms. ] :: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ] ^ SAFE Enchanted items None Rift-god / Kaos items :: [ Item: Glowing Blue Scale | Small scale from the body of the Rift Crocodile God ] Amulets : 1 Sun Amulet Companion/s : Prudence - Blue Jay - Born 06-25-2017 - 0 Months Species change (if applicable) : n/a Requests: None. :) Also has a regular flower crown item. RE: Help! - Rift Presence - 07-14-2017
The shadows breathe—they hiss with a vengeance so unlike anything in other worlds. It is an anger borne of sadness, desperation, and loss. Also starvation; the shadows are hungry. So, when the smell of flowers suddenly fill the clearing, the red-tinged shades gorge themselves on the feast. They tighten in, deeper and closer around the small filly; hungry, feasting, more more more—
Only to quickly fade away, satisfied… for now. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: CLEMENTINE ] Magic: Offensive: Able to sense others' emotions. Transformation: Smells like orange blossoms. Rift-god / Kaos items: Glowing Blue Crocodile God Scale A hissing snarl fills the shadows around you; vines twist and reach and plunge into your nose, throat, ears--but do they? The illusion fades, but something has noticed the glowing blue scale you carry. Amulets: The lone amulet hums softly, growing hot against your skin, before being absorbed by hungry, gleeful shadows. Companion: Prudence: Blue Jay Obtained: 25 June 2017 Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173 You can keep the normal item! Please make note of it in your profile, with link to this thread as proof. RE: Help! - Melita - 07-16-2017
One moment there had been brutality (she’d recognized it in the glimpses of death and desecration, the way the earth had been ruined, soiled, spoiled, how she’d wanted to cry out to those fearless warriors, how she’d wanted to join them but she’d been too little, yet fierce; how the apprehension had still curled down her chest, how she’d stood there, stock still, uncertain of anything), and the next, they’d all fallen.
Then it was the unknown all over again – like she’d been reborn, reincarnated, and forced to learn every spot, every sanction, every haven, every sanctuary, and when she blinked out into the shadows, the mist, the curling, listless, languid fog; there was nothing familiar. There was no sand, no draconic awakenings, no pleasant sun, no mother pressing her maw to her crown, no Geen promising another flight lesson – just the eternal, unknown abyss, sinister in its incantations, coaxing and enticing in its eldritch windings. She coughed and sputtered, released a breath she’d been holding, then pressed her eyes together, imagining that this was all a dream, some heedless nightmare because she’d been present for calamity and it was over, it was over, and when she woke again they’d be home, safe and sound, tucked into dunes and tidings of another day, another promise – But the honeybee child opened her gaze, and nothing had changed. Sila murmured, a vigilant, tiny lightning storm tucked between her feathers, and Melita hastened her near, tucked her close to her chest, whispered sonnets and stanzas and silly stories her mother had spoken once. It was all she could do to keep her fear at bay, to not let it wash over her completely, to not let herself surrender to the terror, to the horror, of the bewitching unknown (any other day she might have been tempted to race into the surroundings and see what the world had to offer, but it wasn’t her empire, aglow and incandescent). She swallowed down the horror, the screams, the rigid, curled stance, trying to untangle her legs, attempting not to cry into the glistening flickers of Sila’s coat. Her stare shifted along the fog, hoping for clarity, for her mother or sister to come waltzing into the doom and save her from a lifetime of lost whims and wishes, even Geen, because he seemed powerful and like he could’ve taken on any monsters coiled into the void. Her sister’s little shout managed to bound for her soul though, and the girl quickly yelled back, always loud, always raucous, daring, bold, intrepid. “Clem!” She hollered again and again, twitching her ears, trying to follow the sound of her twin’s voice, she’d known it all her life and would do so until the end of their days, widening her nostrils to take in the sweet smell of flowers, and then she knew, she knew, she was there - followed and beholden and reached out to snag her sibling in a ferocious, necessary hug, clinging to her as if life depended on it (and perhaps it did), nape thrown over her neck, maw pressed into her beautiful mane. “Clem, I’m so glad to see you,” Melita whispered, not backing away, just holding, embracing. “Have you seen mom?” She murmured too, right into her lovely tassels, so if the girl wanted to pretend she hadn’t heard it, that their world wasn’t falling completely apart, she could. Melita the fires found a home in me {swp} Magics: {*]SAFE (:: [ Magic: Earth | Able to summon a swarm of bees. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Lasts for 30 seconds. ]\n\n\n\n{*}SAFE (:: [ Magic: EarthxWind (P) | Smells like honey. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}SAFE (:: [ Item: Enchanted Flower Crown | Flower Crown, enchanted so the flowers never die. ])\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n\n{*}(:: [ Item: Trinket | A figurine of the crocodile god with a gold glow. ])\n\nCompanion/s : \n\n[*}(Sila - Plain Wakiya Zephyr - Early Drench - Obtained June 28th, 2017) RE: Help! - Yael - 07-17-2017 yael Yael waits. And waits. And waits. She stands quietly behind them all as they funnel through, the inner corners of her mouth raw and bloody from every time she bit her cheek to stifle another cry of despair. Isopia. Ru. Sacre. Ampere. And these are only the first of her tremulous thoughts. She adds them to those already on her list: Aviva, Rhys, Vanquish, Kratos, Krys… even those names are hard to remember. But she keeps them alive in her head, the victims she’s partially responsible for, the ones she will have to answer to come judgement day. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Melita @Clementine Magic: (*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Ability to transform into a silver dragon. ] :: [ Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec ] Enchanted Items: (*) SAFE - :: [ Item: Cloak | Defensive. Medium sized fleece cloak. Repels inclement weather. ] :: [ Restrictions | Offers little protection in battle. ] Rift God/Kaos Items: Zani, her companion, was given to her by Kaos Amulet: 1 Moon Amulet Companion: Zani - Serval - Early Drench, 1173 - Obtained June, 2017 Requests: Plz don't hurt Zani D: Anything else goes! ---------------------- GIDON - unborn colt (Graasvoel x Yael) Magic: (*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Becomes twice as strong when angry ] :: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 sec. If engaging in violence while angry, exertion leaves him twice as drained. ] RE: Help! - Rift Presence - 07-18-2017
It wraps around you like an obscene blanket—choking where it should be comforting, heavy where it should be light, cold where it should be warm. It hisses and bubbles, it beats and it breathes, slipping in with your own breaths, pooling in your blood.
the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: MELITA ] Magic: Offensive: Able to summon a swarm of bees. Vanity Magic: Smells like honey. Items: Vanity: A flower crown, enchanted to preserve the flowers. God Item: It glows brighter. And it, too, smells of honey. Companion: Sila: Zephyr Obtained: June 28 2017 Birth Date: Mid-Drench 1173 [ TRANSFER NOTES: YAEL ] Magic: Transformation: Can transform into a silver dragon. Items: Vanity: A fleece cloak which repels inclement weather. Amulets: Your amulet starts shrieking, before exploding and scalding your skin with the liquid metals touch you. Companion: Zani: Serval Obtained: 26 May 2017 Birth Date: Early Drench, 1173 [ TRANSFER NOTES: GIDON ] Magic: Offensive: Becomes twice as strong when angry. (HE SHOULD BE GREEN TOO.) RE: Help! - Clementine - 07-18-2017
RE: Help! - Melita - 07-20-2017
Something warped, something decrepit, curled along her spine, and she fought to tug her sister closer, to evade the oncoming storm, to shirk and hide before it became misery – it stifled down in her lungs, clawed and grasped, nipped and tore from within. It seemed to rest there, depraved and alone, a singular essence of vile torrents and debauched decadence, stuck to her heart, until Sila began reaching for her in a rush of feathers and sparks. Melita breathed easier then, (didn’t tell her kin; kept it locked away, hidden) but it was all so strange, all so alarming, all so horrifying – but she couldn’t show Clementine her fear, her apprehension, the stifling, unwavering trepidation flowing through her, shaking her to the very snippets of her soul. She wanted her mother, gentle and comforting, strong and warm. She wanted her sister to be safe, secure, and whole. She wanted the nightmares to stop clinging to her thoughts, for the images to bleed away, for the terrifying lilt of death and desecration to peel off into the abyss, never to return (but they’d all gone too far, seen too much, and she knew, deep in the strings, the threads, of her existence, that there was no going back). So she fought and fought and fought, because it was all she knew, all she understood, to stay afloat, to not shake, to not shudder, to not rattle and flutter in the violent wind.
But her first wish didn’t come true. Clem’s words echo within her ears in tiny, heedless beats (hoping Mama was with you), and she instantly wondered if she’d made a mistake, caused an error, evaded and escaped without looking back to see where their beautiful mother had gone, if she was supposed to have followed or arrived earlier or found her in the midst of all these broken tides. The panic unsettled her, the rawness, the notion of being alone with no adult to guide them, with no loved one showing them the way (wherever that happened to me; everything was a mystery, a shadow, a beacon towards enigmas). The Throat had been full of elders and warriors, beasts who could unleash righteous fury, bestial annihilation, and here, here they had no one to run to, nowhere to hide, no great monsters ready and eager to fight other fiends and cretins. She’d keep Clem safe though. It was her only pledge, her only assurance, echoing right from the chambers of her fierce, ferocious heart. “I’m sorry,” Melita admitted, and apologies were hard when there was naught else for them to stand on but the weight of misery and melancholy; a drugged, dragged soulless enterprise she didn’t want to murmur again. “I didn’t see where she went.” She should’ve looked, should’ve glanced, should’ve chased after – and she ground her teeth in frustration, furrowing her brows and only daring to peek her twin’s shoulder, staring at the ground in disbelief of her own ineptitude. “We’ll find her,” she replied, in a stronger, forceful tone (it relished a savage quality, an oath made from steel and not silk). They only pulled away when another noise trumpeted through the surroundings. Hope of all hopes had buoyed (because maybe it was their dam after all!), and then plummeted at the heavy accent, at the unknown, foreign decibels and sounds. She turned her head regardless, half dreading the notion of more beasts lurking in the dark, and half curious, a bottled up flame of inquiry hastened amidst her form. “Who are you?” The child called out in return, a voice woven with too many thoughts and too many feelings. Melita the fires found a home in me @Yael @Clementine RE: Help! - Yael - 07-25-2017 yael
Before the golden woman can say or do anything, the amulets around her neck begin to shriek (literally), until they crack, spattering her with molten metal and eliciting quite the series of high-pitched gasps from a mouth which tried to stifle them. It didn’t work, naturally, because liquid metal isn’t something one can easily bite back the pain from. Yael whimpers ever so softly, taking a rare moment to allow herself to want to melt along with the bits of magic which flee their Helovian cages. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Melita @Clementine @Graasvoel Sorry this took so long : / RE: Help! - Clementine - 08-14-2017
@Melita D: 1000 years later. RE: Help! - Melita - 08-18-2017
Had she been deprived of Clementine, Melita wasn’t sure if she’d be able to survive. Her sister’s voice was a balm, a soothing edge to the storm building inside her little figure, and she breathed easily, exhaled in a pressing sigh, as the blossoms offered her comfort instead of scorn. She wanted to say she’d do everything in her power to ensure their safety, to find, discover, and hope for the best, but the words died in her throat – she had no way to pulling it off, of expanding on promises and declarations. The world was too vast, too unknown, too everything, and the honeybee girl was torn between sliding emotions and plunging airs. She yearned for so many things at once and none of them were happening, none of them were spiraling, none of them came to fruition – it would take all of her efforts to see them through. “I couldn’t do this without you,” she whispered, eyes taking in her sister’s beautiful, gentle form and committing it to more than memory, proffering every ounce of veracity, of truth, in that singular sentence. She nodded her assent to the other questions surrounding the flowers, the petals, the pearls - determination carving its way through her heart, through her barrel, through her wings. They could ask the others they came across, they could explore, they could do a thousand other things to ensure their mother had made it to this plain too. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to believe, there were any other options (she was here, somewhere).
The stranger had a peculiar accent Melita had yet to ever hear before, attention deviating to sorting out the syllables and dialects, tilting her head in intense curiosity and scrutiny – wishing she’d known her before (in Helovia), because then she’d feel safer, she’d be trusting, she’d be more than a simple child thrust into chaos and anarchy. Clementine took over introductions, another reason to feel grateful, because Melita wasn’t sure who to confide or believe in, punctured by the deceitful whims of a false-God. “I’m Melita,” she declared, puffing out her wings, her feathers, so they looked larger, a bit intimidating in the face of the unknown; protective of one of the few things she had left in the world. When her twin craved safety, shelter, a port in the storm (and the stalwart girl wondered just the same - how were they going to find it when they didn’t even know where they were?), she obliged her with a little grin, a tiny indent of a smile, attempting to smother the discomfort, the apprehension, sliding its way through her soul. “Let’s find somewhere close by, in case mother comes looking for us.” Her words were full of hope and aspirations, unaware of how quickly they could be shorn in the upcoming upheavals, the intangible threads of sedition, no splendor, no direction, no escape. Then, for a snippet of time, she stared back at the other mare, willing to help them, but lost just the same. “You can come too, if you’d like?” Thereafter, she turned into the fog, into the abyss, carrying her head high and her eyes wide; already immersed in the threads of the void. Melita the fires found a home in me @Yael @Clementine |