The world is ending sooner than expected.
A sense of dread chased Cassius’ heels as he galloped towards the Spectral Marsh. His thoughts focused only on Glasgow, her state, and the soon to be child that would enter this unstable world. He couldn’t shake the thought that he’d done something terribly wrong, having potentially brought a child into the world at the most inappropriate time.
Upon arrival the remnants of smoke and ash, green light spewed from the caverns of several bodies. Wide eyes searched for the familiar gray mare, but the crowd was thick and obscured his view. Panic set in, he yelled for her name – “Glasgow!” Shoving past bodies, maneuvering beyond those who could not move. He yelled again, but this time – he had finally caught her. Out there on the fringes of the crowd. Facing the demon and his army of corrosive smoke; he cursed underneath his breath, attempting to make it by her side.
A step too late, a heart beat away – the ghosts she cast were no match for the sickening substance that erupted around her. “No!” The stallion bellowed, his soul ripped with her, as her flesh peeled and dissolved before his eyes – and he’d inhaled the last of what was left when he finally stopped in her place. There was only the gold goad, tossed carelessly into the ground from where it was released.
All of it was all too familiar for the stallion. The memories surrounding his childhood reunited with the present turmoil, threatening to snuff out his resolve. It was hard to breathe, to simply ‘be’ – as he gingerly picked up the goad with his horn.
“Mah?”
Her voice was merely a whisper on the wind. But it tugged and wrestled him away from the earth that embraced his only love, sweet love – and turned, ushering his feet and limbs to move in the direction of the voice. It was there, and it was undeniable whose voice it was.
A daughter.
The gods cried out, and their bodies began to give. “Stay by my side, Noëlle.” Was all that he could manage. Pushing her with him, all the while afraid and cautious that he might step on her – he was vigilant as he arrived upon the portal. Determined to see her safe and sound.
Cassius felt nauseas in the strange funnel. Unsure of what to make of the white lights and encroaching darkness; at least he had enough sense to brace for the exit. Tip toeing about the foal, and encouraging her frail body forwards. There were others ahead, gathering, mares with children of their own. He settled quietly, just outside of their circle as his daughter pressed into him.
He regarded her small form, the exhaustion playing on her façade as it pressed against his chest. Even if there were strangers ahead, perhaps they might spare her milk – Noëlle did not look like a day old.
Before he could urge the little one on, the amulet around her neck began to shriek. He rushed to snap it off. The smoke burst before he could completely tear it away, and plumed over the foal’s chest – and under Cassius’ face. The faint, mocking hints of green lingered for far too long – procuring a growl from the stallion.
“Are you okay Noëlle? Are you hurt?” He could feel the light burn. But he was uncertain how it might have affected her – how would he know for sure? Without realizing, his tone remained tense and agitated by the events prior. His voiced booming more so out of concern and worry, perhaps more loudly than expected for the young one.
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07-18-2017, 12:32 AM
WARNING: IONA HAS LOST HER DAMN MIND
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07-18-2017, 09:06 PM
@Naerys but also since there's so many of us, let's say post order is a lie <33
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The shatters were amplified - the sound causing her to jolt her head upwards and backwards, front hooves only slightly leaving the ground for the briefest of moments. But unlike the pain so clearly etched on her mother's face, she is filled with an entirely different sensation - a soothing wave of comfort that she felt herself nearly relax into. She felt fine. No, better than fine and somehow that made her skin crawl. This place had turned her aunt into a foal (except, clearly her mind didn't revert) and caused her mother pain. Petyr didn't feel right either, the connect felt weak, almost fuzzy. Yet the exploding amulets left her feeling soothed, like some sort of angel rubbed a healing balm all over her soul. And she was suddenly surrounded by this soft, delightful floral smell - as though she were standing in a summer meadow filled with pretty flowers. WHY IS THIS SO PLEASANT? Oh wait. Here comes the unpleasant part. 'What the hell? Nae. Your pregnant?' Iona's comment causes her to shrink a bit, clamping her wings more tightly against her sides (as if that'll hide it), diverting her eyes to the ground beneath her where the ever familiar and ever persistent passionflowers grow. Flushed with embarrassment, she doesn't know what to say. "I..." but then Aly speaks. Green? She is green too? "Wait... what?!" she blurts out, whipping her head around in an attempt to see what everyone else saw. Sure enough, her wings were now green and shiny. She extends her left wing and reaches towards it with her nose and that's when she discovers the floral smell. "They smell like flowers..." she adds with a light smile. That's when she notices that the feathers extend to and down her chest as well. Brimming with curiosity, the girl shifts to look everywhere else as well - only the discover the same feathers growing down the backs of her fetlocks. "We match now, Petyr!" she declares softly to the bird nestled upon her back and though she could feel his delight, it was muted as though he were exhausted or his emotions were coming to her from a long distance and she couldn't hear him the way she could back in Helovia. It was concerning but she could tell he was alive and had hopes that he would be back to his old self soon. Unlike Alysanne, however, Iona's squeaky protests (and cursing) sent Naerys into a bit of a giggle fit. Alysanne's motherly chiding only served to make it all worse. For the moment, her pregnancy was forgotten. For the moment, her shame is gone. And as Alysanne moves to greet the stallion and foal nearby, she was off the hook for providing an explanation (at least for now). Naerys turned her attention to baby Iona, Zoeya, and Lyanna. "Are we all otherwise unscathed? We should stick together and as much as I hate to say it, we should probably move away from the portal and try to find somewhere safe... whatever that might look like here." Naerys moves closer to Zoeya, or perhaps waddles would be more accurate, and attempts to ruffle her foal-fluffy forelock. She offers a sheepish smile to Iona, uncomfortably hugging her sides but otherwise remaining silent. Her reasons seem stupid now that she clearly isn't dead but what's done is done - she would be a mother soon. She isn't ready but that hardly matters anymore. @Zoeya ;D
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07-20-2017, 06:21 AM
Zoeya
The girl smiled softly as her aunt cursed wildly pointedly ignoring her inquiry. Iona was something different all together, and she loved her for that. Then she turned her attention to her mother bu Zoeya didn't really mind that her mother was green now. There wasn't anything wrong with the color of growth and life. At least she wasn't red; the color of death. Then Alysanne said her elder sister was green as well. Curiously she turned and gazed at her sister, Ajax doing the same. Sure enough her sister's wings were the same green as her companion's feathers. Ajax tilted his head curiously before looking back at Zoeya wondering why she ahd been left unaffected. Did Kaos not think his bonded was good enough to be change? No, surely she was to perfect to be altered in anyway. His eyes sparkled warmly as he gazed at the lightning girl. Her attention snapped back to Iona as she asked Nae if she was pregnant. Her jaw dropped slightly as she turned back to her sister. Was she even old enough to be a aunt? Her ears quiver thoughtfully as she watches her sister. The bay lady steps closer saying her wings smell like flowers. Carefully she extends her muzzle forward and inhales deeply; they really did smell sweet. A soft giggle escapes her muzzle as she smiles up at her big sister enjoying her playful nuzzle. "I'll be there for you when the time come sister." She smiles meekly up at her thinking of the magic she had discovered in herself. She would never leave her sibling in her greatest time of need. Then Iona directs a question at her and she looks at the tiny lady nervously. She had just found out about this magic of hers and had no idea if she was capable of doing such a thing. She swallows roughly glancing at her mother nervously. Shakily she turns back to her aunt, "I... I can try..." Worriedly she steps forward and tries to call the magic up again. Warmth starts in her chest slowly moving up her neck to her head before ending at the base of her horn. Lightning shoots from the tip of her horn spreading out to her aunt, but nothing seems to happen. Her head drops dejectedly as she glances shyly up at her aunt. "I... I'm sorry Auntie, I can't..." She stands there for a second before stepping back to her sister's side head still low. Suddenly another appears and she brightens instantly, "Miss Lyanna!" She yelped bouncing happily to the black and teal lady. She tries to press her nose against her shoulder smiling happily. She was like a second mother to the young filly, and she was very happy to see she had survived. Then two more appeared a very young girl, and what appeared to be her father. She smiled shyly at the girl before stepping towards her glancing up at her father for approval. Ajax trotted over as well cooing softly as he stopped next to his bonded. "Hello, I'm Zoeya, and this is Ajax." Her voice was a soft warm barely more than a whisper as she lowered her head smiling softly at the foal. ---------------------------------- Talk Words;; 541 - table by Niki -
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08-05-2017, 03:23 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer The Kaos amulet she carries begins to vibrate on arrival, and soon the chain she’d carried it on shatters and the thing comes alive. It begins to crawl up her skin, digging little feet in never had before into her skin as she goes. She tries to shake it off, to catch it between her teeth, something, but she cannot manage to dislodge the little black gem. Instead, it bites her ear and she yelps slightly as the gem becomes an earring. She shakes her head, her ear slightly numb, sure she hears a voice whispering in her ear. It’s indistinct though, the words blurred and lost to the rest of the commotion of the portal. She shifts her attention to the group around them, noting all the changes, wondering if the rest of them had things biting at them too or if they had all just turned green. What a stunning family now, and she feels even plainer than she did in Helovia. Not that she’s ever really minded feeling plain, though, so this at least doesn’t bother her. Iona is still the worse for the wear here, and it’s hard not to laugh as Alysanne tells her that she will put her in a time out. She’s thankful as Zoeya comes bouncing over to her, giving her an excuse to look away from Iona and her stamping tiny hoof before she really does start laughing. That, she knows, will not go over very well and she’s not in the business of upsetting baby-Iona’s. One day that baby-Iona will be full grown again, and she knows better than to be on Iona’s bad side, regardless of size. Though still, it was kind of hilarious. ”Zoeya!” she says, grinning warmly as the girl reaches out to press her nose against Lyanna’s shoulder. Lyanna reaches out to the girl to the return the greeting if she can, before adding, “So you have healing magic now? Like mother like daughter, it seems.” Her attention is diverted quickly though by the shrieking that pulls their own attention away. She’s not sure she’s seen the stallion before, but there’s something familiar about the child. Her teal eyes fall on the necklace around the girl’s neck. She knows that horn. The sorrow comes rushing back in, erasing the momentary distraction provided by green Aly and baby Iona and Zoeya’s precious greeting. Her eyes meet the stallions and she doesn’t even know what to say. Her heart breaks all over again, remembering her friend’s death, feeling awful because there had been nothing for Lyanna to do. She hadn’t even tried, she’d left. “Are you both okay?” she says softly, her tone different from the normal concern that tinges Aly’s voice. It knows just how much they have lost, but she can’t bring herself to say Glasgow’s name, can’t bring herself to even confirm that her suspicions are true. lyanna
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