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let's hear the sound of madness - Dallilja - 07-13-2017
Magics None Enchanted items None Rift-god / Kaos items None Amulets: None Companion/s None Species change (if applicable): n/a Requests: None Normal Items 2 gold earrings Golden hair cuff connected to chain - decorated with gold-plated pearls ending in 3 of them Orange/Yellow feather - gift from mother RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Rift Presence - 07-14-2017
Strange lights—fluorescent blues and bright greens, stark red and eye-biting yellow—crowd between the warped, moss-covered trees. In the distance, thunder rumbles, but the lightning flashes in the deep cloud aren't bright, electrical white. They're other colors, like an aurora borealis transformed into spears and thrown across the stormy skies. The air is heavy with moisture, laden with power, sheer forces crawling in the churned mud of the Portal's forest. Whatever the hell this place is, it's unlike anything you've ever felt. [ You get to keep your normal items! ] the Rift life between worlds RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Shahrokh - 07-14-2017 tags & things --
I enter this world afraid, shaking and breathless because I know the fate that has befallen my mother, know that on the other side of the portal she shoved me through - she was gone. She may have not have been the strongest, healthiest presence in my life, but she was someone who made it better, she made it matter. She may have let things slip, unexpected chastising for so eagerly seeking to know as much as I could, to understand my world better through the gain of knowledge. She reprimanded me for scaring her when I would wander, never harsh, but never a gentle punishment either - she would warn of the great dangers our world held, and I would believe her, but at the same time I felt untouchable, that never in my life will I be in the grip of any danger she describes. Oh how wrong I was, to stand there at her side while the world we knew fell apart, while Helovia collapsed beneath the malicious weight carried upon the shoulders of Kaos, a corrupt god seeking power, recognition, they killed mercilessly and ruined lives, leaving my mother to weep, leaving me to weep. She called for the Mother of Companions, for Phantom, she wept for the dead, for the ruined lives of her friends and she was crushed beneath the sorrow - she had told me so gently, so stubbornly, that she would not leave Helovia. She would not leave her home, that she would remain by it until its last moments, that it was filled with too many memories - good, bad and ugly - to leave, to toss aside and leap into a false sanctuary. She gave me everything, from the two feathers adorning her mane, her father's, to the crown of armour, the blossoming branch and the amulets that adorned her body - she gave them all to me, and she said her goodbyes. Amidst the catastrophic events, she apologized for never truly being there, for being too caught up in her own troubles to help me through mine, to guide me through the world the way a mother should. She left me with a chaste kiss to the forehead, hesitant and sweet all the same, meaningful but still so distant and foreign, before she shoved me back into the portal despite my sudden protest. I landed harshly, splayed out across the cool, damp earth and gasping. The sound of the little shred of portal I had popped through ends in a pop! I'm left in silence, in absolute darkness (as I have been), but silence and fear brew together, egging one another on until I'm wheezing against the ground, taking in sharp breaths and falling into a despairing attack I hadn't been prepared for - the last I'd had an attack, the home that I finally settled into collapsed, destroyed by a band of power hungry, blood thirsty stallions who pillaged the hidden town and burned it all, who did not take care to look through the books or recognize the serene atmosphere, they came not to seek solace but more power, more blood to wipe against their skin and stain their hands. They were merciless, they took prisoners of the weak and broke the defiant, they took all we had and more, and I fled - I ran because I was scared, because I couldn't face them, but I tried. I remember the feeling of my forelegs being consumed by fire, warm and welcoming against my skin as I had struck out against a stallion seeking to take me as a captive - I remember how easily he evaded, how afraid I had been bolting with my tail between my legs, weeping as I ran directionless, purposeless. The only place I had felt at ease and it was gone, brought to ruin by bandits who just wanted to have fun. So I panicked and sobbed for the first time since the fall of Svijest, I felt helpless and lost, I was grabbing for things that weren't there, for my mother, for anyone - but my hands kept coming up empty. I savoured the faint touches of my grandfather's feathers, of the weight of my mother's laurel, of the blossoming branch and the amulets that hang at my neck. I curled up, wings splayed out across the earth, and sobbed. It was loud, it was ugly, it hurt. I wanted to go back, to go back to Svijest, to Helovia, I wanted to hear my mother's voice, the cracks as she spoke of her past, of the history of our family, of far away places, of places close to home - but it was all gone now, and the distress tore at me, jagged claws and rage consumed me and I was left to weep against the dirt, raising my head only to acknowledge the footsteps of another. "Hello?" “talk talk talk.” -- table by velvette --
Magics: - {SAFE} :: [ Magic: Fire | Hooves are engulfed in golden flames that cause minor to moderate burns ] :: [ Restrictions | Burns last 3 threads and can cause gold markings if a pass is used ] (idk how this would work here? but id like to keep the golden burns kinda thing, even if they're just temporary!!) - :: [ Magic: Light | Connected to his twin, Alala, telepathically ] :: [ Restrictions | Connection weakens with distance ] Enchanted items - {SAFE} :: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Silver armor with two horns from the base of his ears, covers his forehead, shoulders, spine, upper portion of his barrel, and his haunches; collapses into a wreath around his ears. ] :: [ Restrictions | Heavy when in full armor mode; requires assistance to take on/off. ] - :: [ Item: Bronze branch charm | A small bronze branch that grows a new flower every morning. ] Rift-god / Kaos items - n/a Amulets : 2, 1 sun & 1 moon Companion/s : - n/a Species change (if applicable) : n/a Requests: coming in with normal items: :: [ Item: Feathers | Two golden feathers woven behind left ear. ] :: [ Item: Set of earrings | Two golden studs and a cuff on left ear. ] :: [ Item: Cuff & chain | A golden cuff with a chain that connects to the higher cuff on his left ear. ] :: [ Item: Set of nose rings | A thick golden ring and small stud in left nostril. ] RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Dallilja - 07-14-2017
RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Rift Presence - 07-15-2017
The moist forest floor shivers as more moisture hits it, pools on the already saturated surface. This is what it wants, this is what it needs. It does not matter (or perhaps it is better) that this moisture is not rain; but, rather, panicked and soul sucking tears. It devours them, anyway. the Rift life between worlds [TRANSFER NOTES : SHAHROKH ] Magic: Offensive: Ability to summon golden flames to hooves. Knowledge: Telepathically connected to Alala; when used, connection causes intense headaches and nosebleeds. Items: Defensive: Silver armor with two horns on brow; collapses into a wreath around ears. You nearly feel the purr of satisfaction as the flower is stolen from the bronze branch you carry. It will bloom no longer. Amulets: Are taken by the shadows with a swiftness that you nearly miss. RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Cahira - 07-16-2017 swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea She arrives in a murky chasm—a tear in time, somehow alive, snarling, ripping, shredding at the world behind her hooves like a beast—for a moment there is abyss at her heels, and then she is flung into the soggy muck of another world. A world between worlds. Her withers slam into a spindly, though stalwart, tree and her momentum is hindered with a choke of pain, the area smarts and Cahira is only dimly aware of it as she stumbles a few more shaky steps away from the flora. Like the rapids of a river her vision swims, whirls around in a bewildering medley of tears and mist, and then she sees them. Cahira Magic: Passive :: [ Magic: Light | Sports a seraphim halo above her head. The light it exudes pulsates gently with her emotional state. ] :: [ Restrictions | Unquestionably useless and uncontrollable. Provides very scant light in terms of circumference. ] Enchanted items: None Rift-god / Kaos items: None Amulets: None Companions: None Species change (if applicable): None Requests: Her normal item, and if possible, a mention of what happened to her companions when she came through the Rift, since they weren't from Helovia! (I wasn't sure if the magic should go here, since she wasn't on Helovia, but had it on a different site.) :: [ Item: Horn Jewelry | A silver ring encircled around the base of her horn, with a slim, blue gray chain dropping from under it, carrying a slight silver saucer with a star sapphire embedded inside. A gift from her mother, through Azarel, her brother. ] RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Rift Presence - 07-16-2017
This was not under their protection—it bore not the scorching marks of Sun, Moon, Earth, and Time, a flower with deep roots planted on its heart. This soul was wild and brazen, with a bond not sacred enough to keep from the Rift's slavering jaws. Where it was able to drive a wedge between them, here, it could sever, and sever it did. The magic tasted sweet, of love and devotion and desperation, and afterwards, it left only the bitterness of loss. the Rift life between worlds [ACCEPTANCE NOTES : CAHIRA ] Magic: Transformation: Sports a seraphim halo above her head. The light it exudes pulsates gently with her emotional state. Normal items transfer fine! RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Shahrokh - 07-17-2017 tags & things --
I am caught up in mourning, weeping for everything that I had lost and the guilt that pierces through my heart, that crushed me beneath the pressures of living alone. As far as I know, there is no one left, not my mother, not Aurelia or Alala, not the Throat, all of Helovia has perished and as far as I know, I am the Last. I do not hear the soft whispers of reunited families, of long lost souls finding the courage to return to the light of reality, to be seen by brothers and sisters, by lovers and friends - it is silent, the rush of blood in my ears and the thunder of my heart is all that surrounds me, deafening as I shroud myself in my wings, sheltering myself from the world in the same way my mother used to. It brings comfort, a familiar touch of a feathered appendage as it drapes over my body, shields me from the dangers of the outside world. And that is how I am found, in response to the panicked, confused hello? That I had offered, I received one in return. I cannot tell whether it is relief or disappointment that makes its way to my face, breathing out because I am not alone, not the last to walk across the world in absolute silence, but it is a voice I do not recognize, and my heart is sinking because I am the only one left. There is no one here who will know me, who will understand the pain that I suffer, shouldering the weight of my guilt and mourning because I am the only one who can. There is no shoulder to cry on when I am completely alone in this world, when I am an unknown face to the world. No one will remember me from when I was but a colt clinging to my dam's leg out of fear of the danger outside of the Throat. And this voice is unfamiliar, certainly not someone I can recall from the briefest time I spent in Helovia, much less outside the Throat's borders. I clear my throat, trying to push aside the sorrow that tenses up my shoulders and grips my heart as I give her a pitiful introduction. "Shahrokh. I- I was from Helovia," I pause to let myself breathe before I continue. "Were you there when everything happened? Di-" I cut myself off because I couldn't bother to ask if she had seen my mother somehow make it through the portal, if she truly had decided that she would follow me into the unknown rather than cling to the last moments of her homeland (it was my homeland too) - but it felt too hopeless of a question, because I already knew she wouldn't have seen her come through, if she was even there to witness Helovia's final moments. My mother would have stayed, she would have clung to Helovia's soil and bellowed her rage, her guilt and the fear that tore through her in her own final moments, in stride with Helovia's as it crumbled around her. I stiffened at the approach of one more, this presence cast in a vicious, warlike aura, strong, hardened, it was callous and aggressive. The girl spoke weakly, a shred of joy, of relief that slips from her lips, souring, turning bitter as something process and I am recoiling at her tone. She is an unpredictable storm, one moment melting with the mistake of someone she has found someone she has been looking for, and suddenly she's a cornered animal, she's threatened and mistaken, she lashing out and then crashing, the pouring rain that beats against my skin during heavy storms, the pain of pieces being stripped away, slowly, painfully. I gingerly stand on weak legs, I do not attempt to approach (in part of because I don't know where she is), whispering quietly, cooing something soothing in the same way my mother sometimes would when everything felt like too much, when I never felt like I was enough. "It's okay, you're going to be okay. You'll make it through this," perhaps it was more for myself than anyone else, but I paraded about pretending that I was trying to help her rather than myself. Because I wanted to believe that I was okay, that I would make it through this, that I would survive in this foreign world, but doubts overflowing my mind and I was lost to their depths. I was eaten up by the anxiety, I was drowning in pitch black, in emotion that clawed through my sides, that left me choking and lightheaded, that left me drifting, no longer grounded to the world I once knew. My binds to reality were slipping and I was being left to collapse, to fall apart inside as a shell presents itself to eager eyes outside - I just wanted my mother, just wanted someone to recognize who I was, to reassure me that I truly was Shahrokh, a child of Destry and Aurelia, twin to Alala. That I was the only one left of my family, that I was the last, that my blood was stained with gold fire and lightning, that I was a lone fiery storm walking among men. “talk talk talk.” -- table by velvette --
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RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Dallilja - 07-17-2017
RE: let's hear the sound of madness - Cahira - 07-18-2017 swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea
It’s like the tide, like the sea, with its swells and lows. Through the rush of the blood in her ears she hardly hears the girl, and when the spasms subside, she is left with a dull, vitriolic pang, a burgeoning nausea in the pit of her stomach, there’s a cavernous wound where Nótt and Dagr should be and, for a uncommonly selfish moment, she longs for it to have taken her, too. Cahira |