ENNA & MEHR
It is mayhem as you come through into the perverseness of this new world, just as it had been when you had left the pieces of your home behind. Too many cry out, too many nameless faces, grieving and frightened and lost, some filled with anger and blame, swarm around you, caught in the midst of upheaval that the wrath of a god had brought. It is a slow revelation for you that not one of them is known, not one is familiar as you look through the waves of them, sheets of numbness reverberating with a distant ache as you move through them, too stunned, too swallowed in yourself to allow room for another’s sorrows.
It all only becomes heavier as the rush of bodies becomes less, as their noise fades to a whisper and then to almost nothing; voices carried by the wind only to be heard if one listened for them, the remnants of despair, the pieces of a world to be seen again only in dreams. Your legs shake beneath you as you stop, finally noticing the way that the shadows around you shift, and the life of their own that they take on. Unease seeps into your bones, a glance given to the little wolf that has paused several feet in front of you. Even he is on edge in his young age, twitching with every noise, his body poised to fight, to flee, while yours only trembles further.
You look back in the direction the two of you had come, back into swirling mists that cloak tragedy. There is a part of you that wants to return, to heal, to stop the loss of more lives, but something inside of you knows that you lost that with your Basin’s god, lost all your familiarity of the flora and their uses with Helovia. And still an even bigger part of you bleeds, bleeds for the second loss of your daughter, your son, for a lion-hearted boy, a man made of sand that you could never forg(ive)et.
They are a hole in your narrow chest, their faces (and are they the faces of only ghosts, now?) stapled to the back of your eyelids, their names the lump in your throat. You breathe against it, that breath turning to a sob as you sink to your knees, wisps of fog curling around you, your body hitting the ground with a soft thud. Mehr makes his way to you, pressing his wet nose to the softness of your kneecap, those golden eyes looking up at you with muted empathy. It takes a moment for you to recognize the quietness between you, how he feels so wrongly far, somehow severed, and you can only hope that it is not permanent, that this is not the life that your hand in killing gods had rewarded you—of exile from those that you have so deeply loved, of never knowing what happened to them, if they are safe here, or if they were buried beneath bedlam.
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Rohan + Erebos only, please
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I can't access Helovia, but Enna was my only character posted to the end thread<3
Magic:
SAFE
[Magic: FirexSpark(?) | Able to summon white sparks (or flames, up to admin) that heal what they come into contact with. ]
:: [Restirctions | Requires concentration, is physically draining. ]
Amulet: 1 Time God
Companion:
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: Mid Drench 1173 (6.10.17)
Requests: I’d like to keep her appearance/magic much the same if possible :3
Also would like to keep her regular items por favor:
:: [Item: Slate colored cloth sling that ties at shoulders and hangs to middle of chest. Able to carry small to medium items inside. ]
:: [Item: Dead butterfly in a jar. ]
:: [Item: Seashell hairclip. ]
:: [Item: Green sea turtle charm. ]
The Portal
