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RE: » In the End - Hope - 03-28-2018
Bathed in the blue light, the creature slumbered. On, and on, for it had slumbered for what felt like an eternity. She had hibernated back before anything happened, before even Kisamoa existed. She had been alive, hidden, kept safe deep within the large mountain, and she hadn’t even realized it. She was young, so very young when she fell into her slumber. She didn’t know that she’d grow as she woke – she didn’t even know if she could wake.
All she knew was that now, in this moment, there was a glimmering pleasantness outside the Pinnacle’s crevice. There was the steady beat of music that carried on the winds, the beautiful harmonies that soothed her nervous soul. When was the last time she had set eyes on the Rift? It had been far too long – it had been when the Helovian Gods took the lands out from under the Rift’s own gods (or was it before, before they grew greedy and she was hidden away from their prying eyes). She could not remember. One foot pressed on the hard earth, lifting her tired aching body. She needed to see what the world was like, what all she had missed. She needed to see that there was something worth saving from the greedy gods. But what she wasn’t expecting, was that there wouldn’t be any of them left. Her bright, glowing white eyes opened, taking in her surroundings from within the mountain. A beautiful warm orb of light spiraled own in a warm embrace, as if the Rift collectively sighed and it, too, was thankful for her return. She hadn’t noticed that before she woke, with each and every place the inhabitants had restored hope, each tine on her massive antlers had ignited in that pale white flame. When the final piece of the puzzle had ignited, that was the time she woke. The Matron’s hunch was correct. There was something good sleeping within the Pinnacle, something the Rift hadn’t seen in years. Something the darkness and terrible parts of the Rift needed to see once more. One foot after another, shaky at first but growing stronger with each pulse of the music and the glitter reflecting outside, Hope moved further out of the Pinnacle’s cracked center, the blue light leaking out and silhouetting her orange fur covered body. She was tall, graceful, and despite having slept for years, still adjusting to her new larger grown body. She was lithe and leaked of a power different from the darkness of Kisamoa. For it was what she gathered her name sake, she leaked of happiness, joy, and hope. Then, suddenly, she was moving past the arch of the blue leaking light, surveying the world around her with her bright glowing and smoking eyes. She moved out of the opening to stand before the group, just over the Matron’s shoulder, lowering her head and greeting the large creature with a flawless dip of her head and a brilliant smile crossing her features. The music continued to swell around her as she looked to everyone and their beautifully glimmering bodies moving with the music. And with a voice she had yet to hear, one deepened with age and powerful (much like the opposite of Kisamoa’s own dark booming voice) she addressed them. ”Thank you. You have awakened me – I have slept for quite a long time and am afraid I was blind to what has happened to this land during that time.” She began, her head lifting tall as the hope lights darted around her antlers, smoking much like the tines on her head. ”You might already know who I am, but if you do not, I am Hope.” Her voice was calm and gentle, like a mother’s soothing lullaby as she looked through the group as though she could see all the darkness in the Rift just by her gaze. ”Together, we will fix what has been broken. Together.” She announced, landing her gaze straight on Kisamoa with a soft smile, as though she knew what he was made of. ”I would like to meet you in Halyven for the first step of fixing things. Though – do take your time, I wish to see what I have missed. In the meantime,” she paused, lifting her head and letting her antlers pulse as she inhaled deep and strong, exhaling a gentle breeze across the crevice they had all gathered in. ”There are some things that you might wish to explore, now, too.” She offered them, remaining strong and tall if anyone had questions or simply wished to look. She was here to enjoy the party, now, as much as any of them were. And if any of them had been worried at not seeing results from spreading the hope, perhaps she were a beacon in itself. “Talk.” HOPE changes everything RE: » In the End - Rift Presence - 03-29-2018 the Rift
The Matron was incredibly pleased when everyone followed her, coated in that brilliant glimmering glitter. After her speech and everyone had gathered, she found a few pairs dancing, others somewhat participating without going all out with the dance. She didn’t blame them for their apprehension. Typically happiness didn’t last long in the Rift, and the hunch that brought the Matron to them to have them spread hope, hoped that it would change the Rift in a greater way. After she observed the party for a few moments, she glanced over her shoulder to the mouth of the Pinnacle.She wasn’t sure why, but every time she came here she felt like something good was inside, and she wondered what it would take to get out – and of course, if her hunch was correct. As if in answer, a silhouette appeared, and a beautifully large deer stepped out. The hopelights bobbed and swarmed the creature, as if they, too, were happy of her return. The Matron inhaled deeply, thankful that it had worked, but still uncertain as to what this new powerful being would do. As if in answer to that, too, the deer began to speak. Her name was Hope and the Matron felt that darkness in her chest shrink at the size and power that the creature seeped. It was like she was staring at the opposite of Kisamoa, despite his good intentions. This creature seemed as though everything she’d do was good. And so, she dipped her head to Hope, a glimmer of happiness and joy brightening her eyes. "You’re here." The Matron breathed, as if that were answer in itself. Now that Hope is here, this thread is free for all! No posting order or anything, just have fun :D Party and ask Hope or the Matron questions, and go ahead and explore the North to your hearts content <3 RE: » In the End - Kiada - 03-29-2018
Mentions @Rixen! <3 RE: » In the End - Kyros - 03-29-2018
He pranced along behind Kiada leaving space between himself the older couple. He didn't want to intrude on anything that they might be talking about. Once they entered the party he stopped and looked around. He didn't know a single face in the whole lot of equines. His ears drooped and he took a step back thinking about leaving. He made himself stop focused on the hope he had just helped bring the Mangrove trees. Black eyes closed slowly and he focused on his breathing listening to the music, trying to lose himself in it. He wasn't sure how long he stayed that way, but next thing he knew a strange voice was ringing through the clearing.
Silver dotted eyes flew up curiously and instantly fell on the golden deer like creature. He found himself walking briskly forward intent on a closer view. When he stood as close to her as he dared get he gawked. He could almost hear his father screaming at him to stop being so rude. He dropped quickly to his knee muzzle brushing the ground. After a few breaths he stood and looked up into her beautiful face. "In restoring Hope to the Rift it has also been awaken in me." His young voice quivered with his raw emotions as she gazed up at her for a moment longer. "Thank you Mistress Hope." He smiled brightly at her before dipping his head and turning to join the party. ------------------ talk Words;; 243 Kyros I am a child of the moon Born of the sun RE: » In the End - Seiji - 03-29-2018
@Vynter RE: » In the End - Taivas - 03-29-2018 Slumber. That's what it had felt like to Taivas, as well.
The shaman had been awake, though it seemed like a distant sort of wakefulness for her. After restoring hope to the Pinnacle, she had been traveling back to report to the Matron her success. However, the painted girl never made it to the watchful guardian of Uwaritace. Instead, whether by fate or odd circumstance, a twist of reality pulled the girl's world from under her hooves. A great darkness enveloped her then; a mist which touched her skin and left her clammy and cold, where the Rift had been baking in the heat of the sun. The world was dark, empty, with glimmering sand under her hooves, reflecting the light dimly glowing from her pelt. How long she walked in this realm detached from time and space, she was uncertain. Days ceased to exist in a sea of endless nights, and no matter the distance traveled, nothing could be seen ahead. Just black. Shadow. Loneliness. She had fallen, a shooting star, into some crevice or crack in the reality of the Rift. Then, after what felt a lifetime, the sound of rain on stone. Water poured over the Rift, creating ravines in the loose packed sand, splashing mud on the legs of Taivas, who was more shocked to feel sensations other than chill and lonesomeness. However, the rain falling from the sky did not reach her skin, protected by the gift of the Matron. Instead, Taivas paints her own face with tears of relief, sighing into the open air when she hears it. Music. Laughter. Joy. Her eyes scan the horizon to see shadows and silhouettes in the gleaming blue light of the Pinnacle, and without thought, the girl spreads her wings and soars easily over the flat desert lands to the mountain. She lands in the back of the crowd, attention drawn to the lithe figure arising from the pallid blue light. Instead of the Protector, who she expected, this creature is unfamiliar, but the sight of her golden pelt fills the shaman's heart with joy. A light, breezy feeling that sends her head reeling for a moment. Hope, she hears the gleaming figure introduce herself. Shock. Awe. Wonder. And then, guilt. How much had been accomplished in her absence? What had she missed? Scanning the crowd, her eyes hungrily search for familiar faces. She feels relief at the sight of the gentle giant, Roscorro; she recognizes Rixen and Kiada, as well as the stallion with mechanical wings from her last visit to the Pinnacle. Her heart sinks slightly when she realizes Waker is not here and wonders if he finally managed to escape the Rift and return home. Quietly, she walks toward Roscorro's side, a dainty sliver of moonlight and stardust compared to his massive figure. "Well met, friend," she greets him with a wane smile, despite all the merriment in the air around them. So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far Watched a million frowns turn into smiles Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars You'll feel love again after the rain Taivas [ ooc - Walks over to greet @Roscorro ] RE: » In the End - Rixen - 03-30-2018
@Kiada RE: » In the End - Aurelia - 03-31-2018
@Ruwin stands with him + greets him c: RE: » In the End - Waker - 04-06-2018
Somehow, you find yourself falling behind as the gathering heads towards the lonely Pinnacle. You're not sure why—it's not like they're moving at too brisk a pace, and between your own healing magic and the nap you had earlier, you don't feel too awful anymore. Your body is strong, lean, so perhaps it is your spirit that is tired. The music is already filling the air when you're finally close enough to be washed in the pale blue light. Whatever the Matron has said was lost to you in the distance and the rhythmic beat. You stop on the edges, sweeping your gaze over the scene: a sea of bodies, moving like the tides, reflecting the Pinnacle's glow in the glitter painted on their hides. Your mind is stuck thinking about space and stars, for the only thing you can think of is how they—we—are a galaxy, though, admittedly you've never seen a galaxy up close. You've only seen them as colorful, star-speckled streaks in a navy sky, and the deeper meaning of your sentiment lingers somewhere just beyond words. Slowly, you curse yourself for arriving late. Mostly everyone has paired off or otherwise lost themselves in the music—even Kisamoa's tangled, oily tail is flicking to the beat, and though you briefly entertain the idea, you certainly don't have the nerve to ask a deity to dance with you. So you settle for the one place where you've never minded being alone: the sky. The beat of your wings is lost in the sound of the music, your shadow cast somewhere far away. You circle a couple of times, working up the warmth and limberness needed, before settling into a series of patterns and aerial feats. You notice the shift in the atmosphere, but you can't tell how long it's been. Sweating and slightly winded you land up on the side of the Pinnacle, watching from above as—a deer steps out of the crevice. The Hopelights swarm around it, lighting its tines, and you feel something you can't place. A release, perhaps? She speaks, her voice decidedly female, thanking you for waking her. She calls herself Hope, and you follow her gaze to Kisamoa. You know nothing of this place's past. You thought it had only one God. Perhaps none of them are Gods. You'd prefer if they weren't. She asks you to gather in Halyven, while also leaving a cryptic message about exploration. From your vantage point you turn to peer north, but the light of the Pinnacle clouds your vision, and you cannot see very far at all. It is not that important, either; down below you see the sleek, black stranger dart in the crowd, but what catches your attention is the softly glowing Pegasus walking up to the dancing Dragon Man. Taivas! A thousand questions bubble up inside your mind, and without hesitating you glide from your perch, eventually landing on the edges of the crowd again, working your way towards the pair. You offer them both a radiant smile, almost wide enough to bare your fangs, but only almost. It's a habit to never smile that wide. "Hi," you greet them both, warmly. RE: » In the End - Valkyrie - 04-06-2018
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