The Portal
like breaking diamonds with your hands
[ Fair warning, this is awful. ]
The darkness stretched. Lingered. Filtered around his eyelids, pressed against his face with cold, wet hands, and for a time, he had the distinct impression he was lying in a river, but nothing ever happened and he couldn't quite get a hold of his own body and open his eyes. He even thought he heard the soft murmurs of waters rushing by.
Then it all changed. The same force which had tugged him into the Portal tugged him out of it, a sickening lurch as the magic spat him through a rain-soaked forest and onto the wet, mossy floor.
(I'll be stuck chasing time—)
He groaned. Something stuck into his ribs. Rain sluiced from the heavens, soaking him to the skin, cold seeping into his bones. Slowly, he cracked open his eyes. The world was.. purple.
So—when some vengeful creature has killed your Gods, your children, your lovers and your friends, destroyed your home, and thrown you through a Portal. What do you do? What do you do?
You don't just lie on your side in the rain, wondering if you finally died once and for all, but.. that was still what he did. The rain sang against his skull. The breaths smoking white in the moist air. Too sunken sides rising and falling. He hadn't been in good enough shape to deal with the world ending, and whatever fire he vaguely recalled feeling when the world as he had known it collapsed was distant, faded; an echo of a memory, a sliver of someone else's life. He blinked a little. It felt like a lifetime ago he'd watched Kaos blow up a lot of things he cared about.
And maybe it had been. He, vaguely, recalled an expectation of being flung into the middle of something, not.. not nothing. A hub of activity. More Helovians picking themselves off the ground, looking for their loved ones, for their—
Their whatever. Their hearts, souls.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
He bolted upright, or as well as he could in his half-starved state; he only got about halfway before getting stuck, leaning against his extended forelegs and looking around himself in a gesture which felt so absurd after seven years of just knowing where the fuck she was—
(The fuck he was, for that matter.)
She was so white in so dark a forest, there was no way he could've missed her. She sat on the ground, huddled into herself against the rain, something vacant in her gaze, as if she was confused or lost or hurt or dazed or something and not just missing from his soul—he felt his breath come in tight, panicked gasps. She wasn't faded, distant. She wasn't there but hard to reach, like static on the radio. She wasn't a raw, gaping hole where her life had been torn from his.
It just was like she'd never even been part of him.
"Irma," he whimpered, his voice thick, pleading, undignified as the rest of him, limbs quivering in his half-sit. Her eyes finally sharpened, and her head snapped around, the cold glare settling on him.
Nothing. No recognition. Not anything. "Please," he whispered, but she spread her wings.
And flew the fuck away.
"NO!" The shriek tore itself out of his throat, and before he knew what he was doing—before he saw where Diego was, because he still fucking knew that shit—he had grabbed his other, strangely distant and muted, owl by the wing and swung him up on his own back, and tore after the white ghost. Irma's wide wings were like moonshine in the purple haze, a beacon so bright it hurt to look at and his heart was hammering—
He just wasn't fast enough. He just wasn't good enough. He was out of hope before he was out of breath, out of breath before too long, and out of chances before he'd caught up.
There's no catching an owl in a forest.
And just like that, she was gone.
"IRMA!!!"
He screamed. He swore. He cried and he pleaded until his throat was raw.
Then he just stood there, in silence. Stunned and broken and alone.
[ @Tamlin @Glacia + anyone ]
The darkness stretched. Lingered. Filtered around his eyelids, pressed against his face with cold, wet hands, and for a time, he had the distinct impression he was lying in a river, but nothing ever happened and he couldn't quite get a hold of his own body and open his eyes. He even thought he heard the soft murmurs of waters rushing by.
Then it all changed. The same force which had tugged him into the Portal tugged him out of it, a sickening lurch as the magic spat him through a rain-soaked forest and onto the wet, mossy floor.
(I'll be stuck chasing time—)
He groaned. Something stuck into his ribs. Rain sluiced from the heavens, soaking him to the skin, cold seeping into his bones. Slowly, he cracked open his eyes. The world was.. purple.
So—when some vengeful creature has killed your Gods, your children, your lovers and your friends, destroyed your home, and thrown you through a Portal. What do you do? What do you do?
You don't just lie on your side in the rain, wondering if you finally died once and for all, but.. that was still what he did. The rain sang against his skull. The breaths smoking white in the moist air. Too sunken sides rising and falling. He hadn't been in good enough shape to deal with the world ending, and whatever fire he vaguely recalled feeling when the world as he had known it collapsed was distant, faded; an echo of a memory, a sliver of someone else's life. He blinked a little. It felt like a lifetime ago he'd watched Kaos blow up a lot of things he cared about.
And maybe it had been. He, vaguely, recalled an expectation of being flung into the middle of something, not.. not nothing. A hub of activity. More Helovians picking themselves off the ground, looking for their loved ones, for their—
Their whatever. Their hearts, souls.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—
He bolted upright, or as well as he could in his half-starved state; he only got about halfway before getting stuck, leaning against his extended forelegs and looking around himself in a gesture which felt so absurd after seven years of just knowing where the fuck she was—
(The fuck he was, for that matter.)
She was so white in so dark a forest, there was no way he could've missed her. She sat on the ground, huddled into herself against the rain, something vacant in her gaze, as if she was confused or lost or hurt or dazed or something and not just missing from his soul—he felt his breath come in tight, panicked gasps. She wasn't faded, distant. She wasn't there but hard to reach, like static on the radio. She wasn't a raw, gaping hole where her life had been torn from his.
It just was like she'd never even been part of him.
"Irma," he whimpered, his voice thick, pleading, undignified as the rest of him, limbs quivering in his half-sit. Her eyes finally sharpened, and her head snapped around, the cold glare settling on him.
Nothing. No recognition. Not anything. "Please," he whispered, but she spread her wings.
And flew the fuck away.
"NO!" The shriek tore itself out of his throat, and before he knew what he was doing—before he saw where Diego was, because he still fucking knew that shit—he had grabbed his other, strangely distant and muted, owl by the wing and swung him up on his own back, and tore after the white ghost. Irma's wide wings were like moonshine in the purple haze, a beacon so bright it hurt to look at and his heart was hammering—
He just wasn't fast enough. He just wasn't good enough. He was out of hope before he was out of breath, out of breath before too long, and out of chances before he'd caught up.
There's no catching an owl in a forest.
And just like that, she was gone.
"IRMA!!!"
He screamed. He swore. He cried and he pleaded until his throat was raw.
Then he just stood there, in silence. Stunned and broken and alone.
[ @Tamlin @Glacia + anyone ]
http://helovia.com/showthread.php?tid=27...#pid207815
Magics:
- SAFE: (Ascension magic) Immortality: Cannot be killed, as body regenerates magically from even the most disastrous/complete injuries. Can only be killed during a lunar eclipse.
- So, this one is weird, and should be split? As, technically, it's... kind of two things, and these were the two original things and yada yada and no it should never have ended up condensed this way on Helovia but it did and we rolled with it xD
- Can summon ice spikes from the ground
- Can summon ice crystals in the veins of another
- Can summon flaming birds which fly outward from him in a semi-circle
- Soul and mind are blocked from psychic view
Enchanted items
- SAFE: Moon Scythe. A 19hh tall crystal scythe with a core of dark vapors. Scythe blade can be summoned and dismissed with a thought.
- SAFE: An indestructible, medium-sized leather bag.
- Pink flower charm that blooms a flower every morning
- Runeblade: A very cold dagger engraved with runes
- Glowing Rock: A small, permanently glowing rock.
Rift-god / Kaos items
- Glowing Green Claw from the Tiger God
- Vial of Tiger God blood
Amulets :
5 (3x Spark 2x Moon)
Companion/s :
Diego
23 Feb 2014
Late Drench 1169
FROZEN /cry
Irma
29 September 2012
Mid-Drench 1166
Mutations: N/A
Species change (if applicable) : N/A
Requests:
Normal items:
Leather Shaffron
Leather Vambraces
Diamond snowflake charms on a string
