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RE: » In the End - Kisamoa - 05-05-2018
Anger; always so close beneath the surface. A comforting blanket, so easy to turn to, a spark for the hungry kindling. He was greed and guilt and flimsy self-control.
He was four dead gods, and not a team player. They had separated into four corners because they had once been wise and graceful, and then remained apart for such was the way it had always been—and then, they had all died, anyway. Kaos's dark eyes blinked as he stared out over the gathered horses and creatures, their dance stilled by Hope's emergence, their quest ended. He envied them the lightness of their feet, the lightness of their hearts, this moment of joy when all he felt was the world weighing down on his aching shoulders. She strode over to him, swift and certain. His eyes narrowed, muscles trembling, her radiant aura scorching his piecemeal soul. She was everything he was not: elegant and light, and ..confident. He hated to admit it. ”Do not place the blame on the Matron. She did not know.” Her voice was quiet, and Kisamoa merely tilted his head in acknowledgment. Part of him wanted to yell that it didn't matter, that he put his blame wherever the hell he pleased, but he held his tongue. "And what's, pray tell, our purpose?" he hissed, bitter and venomous, but she merely touched her awfully warm head to his shoulder; a blinding, searing pain. No one else seemed to shy away from her, as if stung by her presence. Blinking the aftermath of the agony and the rage from his eyes he concluded that whatever it was that had happened, happened only to him. Perhaps he was allergic. And even as she praised and thanked him, it was her moment; she controlled it, and he hated the feeling, hated being at a loss for words. Nothing but snarls and sneers wanted to crawl onto his lips; his mouth twisted into a hideous grin of sorts as she spoke of the Hopelights. Then, his own orb collided loudly with his hip, and he flinched. Whatever shape it took was hidden in the seams of his shifting body, a smear of radiant light; Hope disappeared just as Kisamoa turned to snarl at her. "Well," he said, his voice irritated, "that's one way to ensure you have the last say." His long, matted tail curved behind him as he took a couple of steps along the rim of the gathering, before he paused and raised his horrific head. "I suppose we'll continue her party without her." beauty in darkness kaos in light RE: » In the End - K'yarie - 05-06-2018 K'yarie Her eyes never left Hope. So much she had never known about her own world. It left K'yarie wondering what else they could discover. She let the moment wash over her as she observed those around her. It was rather amusing, watching Kis act the way he was towards the newly awoken goddess.
Like a child who was forced to share his toys with someone else. He certainly was not happy. Curious. The native held little loyalty to either god. Yet she was far closer to Kisamoa than Hope. She wondered who she would serve, if there ever was a war between them. The world was only so big, after all. Suddenly, her shinning ball began to bounce. She glanced at it her head cocked in curiosity. The thing went mad. Flipping and bouncing before slamming into her right shoulder. Where it remained, sinking into the flesh and creating a weaving symbol the resembled a star and a Triquetra symbol combined. It glowed like a new consolation within her pelt. Somehow she wasn't fazed by the change of events. The Rift often did strange things. This certainly wasn't the strangest or least pleasant of its actions. In fact, it was kind of pretty. talk talk talk talk My Soul is in The Sky The symbolthat is tattooed onto K'yarie's skin by the ball of hope. RE: » In the End - Roscorro - 05-06-2018
Rosco receives the emblem of his kingdom as his marking (Though he has no idea this will be their emblem yet). https://sta.sh/0p4etz4kym4 RE: » In the End - Rixen - 05-06-2018
Mentions @Kiada! RE: » In the End - Valkyrie - 05-06-2018
Valkyrie moved, so ended up with a splat near her belly. RE: » In the End - Seiji - 05-10-2018
Seiji's hope marking sort of crosses out where the wing marking on his right side would continue. RE: » In the End - Waker - 06-15-2018
She turns to face you, and in this place—this mood; the light and the music and the hypnotic sway of bodies, the sweat still lacing your dark skin—the dark, brooding burden you've carried with you has lifted. In that moment, your world is simple and narrow: the content, rapid beating of your heart, the atmosphere pressing against you, two friends before you. She says your name and your smile morphs, becomes a little different. It's almost like your heart skips a beat and your veins flutter, and you have to fight your mouth to keep it from baring your fangs; if your facial muscles had things their way, you'd probably smile wide enough to split your face in two. It'd look horrible. But things don't last, as they tend to not do. She looks away as darkness seeps through the atmosphere, her eyes drawn to Kisamoa. You feel your smile fade, not because she looks away, but because you feel for the misfit creature, that patchwork deity—and feeling his unhappiness saddens you. What has happened, to sour his mood? Before you took to the sky, his tail had been dancing, at least, but now..? Then your Hopelight starts to spin faster around you, as they do around everyone; you watch it, wary, and you flinch as it suddenly rockets towards your left hip. It collides with you in an impact of light and warmth, a sizzling burn like a branding iron, but without the painful aftermath—and in its wake, a pointy, stylized star glows on your haunch. "Well," you breathe, still shaken by the light's assault, peering at Taivas and Dragon Man. They both sport small glowing markings. When you raise your eyes again, you notice that Hope is gone, but Kisamoa encourages you all to continue the party in her absence. You look again to your friends, shrugging slightly. RE: » In the End - Rift Presence - 06-15-2018 the Rift
The matron couldn't help but feel Kisamoa staring daggers at her, yet what could she do about it? She had known, in the way of old, wise creatures, that something slumbered within the Protector's pillar, but she hadn't known what, exactly.And besides, her world needed help. The ever-shifting deity of Kaos was about as structured and consistent as his own physical shape, and despite his obvious goal of restoring and healing the Rift, he went about it in mysterious, often counter-productive, ways. He was young, and he was volatile, and he was learning, but it was too slow. Sometimes, you have to gamble, and as she laid her eyes upon the magnificent deer stepping out of the blue light, she felt it had been worth risking Kisamoa's wrath. Aside from his piercing gaze and the highly uncomfortable waves of aggression he was sending out, she figured he was behaving himself remarkably well. Hope did as deities do, disappearing into that in-between she knew sometimes housed Kisamoa—but he remained, still vexed, but seemingly too stubborn to follow Hope. The matron smiled, a kindly smile, touching her trunk to one of the Pavo cats sitting by her old feet. "Things will be alright," she murmured to the creature. "They have to be." And so it was that Hope's party went on, as Kisamoa had willed it, with music and dancing and laughing and talking, until all the creatures and horses of the Rift had exhausted themselves, and the sun was starting to lighten up the horizon. Thank you all for participating! This thread will be archived on June 30th. :) You can post your own exits if you like, or just use this as a "universal fade" for your character/s. Keep in mind you need at least three posts in the thread in order to be able to claim Rift Force for it! |