Iskra & Zèklè I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins It's an impossible thing to describe, the events that have just transpired in less than 24 hours, and the feelings they leave like bruises across Iskra's being.
It began in Helovia, with the bonding of his companion and the batshit break down of his mother. She became vicious, in a way that Iskra had been fortunate to never experience, but managed to glimpse on the battlefield. It was as if she looked at him with different eyes, eyes that didn't belong to her but some terminator robotic hell-mare. He was ashamed of the rage he let boil over inside of him, of the actions it seared into his muscle, like he was nothing more than a puppet to be pulled at the whims of his anger, regardless of how justified or not. It was embarrassing because it was too much like her, just reacting and never thinking, hurting instead of helping.
At some point he probably would have faced her again, an apology blubbering on his lips because some part of him would always be the child seeking her approval and her pride. It wouldn't have been that day (today actually, but it seems like a lifetime ago already), not when he still held anger in his gut like a heavy stone, not when fear still rode his back and made him tense with worry and anxiety - but he would have eventually. Except, now he can't because as he and Zekle and Mauna and so many others shuffled into the Marsh, the entire world changed.
It started with Kaos' voice, a sound that dredged up the memory of betrayal Iskra first felt when Kisamoa was de-masked and defamed. He set his teeth together with an audible click, grinding them as they marched to face the Deceiver (but to what ends, with what means but battered body and bone?). It didn't make sense at first - the horses that charged the god and were obliterated. Without any blood or light-less eyes, it almost didn't seem like death, just another magical twist of their fucked up realm. It wasn't until it kept happening, as more and more flung themselves into the fray and the wail of the ones they left behind raised into something hysterical, that Iskra started to recognize the pure panic that was seizing over him. An innate need to get the fuck out sparked inside of him, but just as equally his body was held fast and rigid, incapable of moving even as his soul screamed at it to do so. There's nothing worse than being at war with yourself (something Ampere knew all too well).
Then it was Tae and Grusha who were perishing, and a new scream added to the cacophony of disaster. Iskra was so overwhelmed by the serenade of tragedy crescendoing around him that he didn't even recognize it was his scream until he was breathless when it was Matheo that evaporated next. Soundlessly Iskra's maw gaped, his eyes so wide the tears were held back, and only his body could shudder and convulse with the unfurling despair.
Then it was his mother's voice lifted into the din, a sound so clear to him it cut across all the shrieks and the sobs. Instantly Iskra's gaze snapped towards her, still for just a moment as he watched the great lightning mare stand in the face of true death, all for the sake of those weaker than her. You can't protect them if you're gone though! Iskra wanted to wail to her, but it was too late, Kaos had already taken notice and with a waning lack of patience, removed her.
Ampere was consumed not by sparks, but black smoke and teal light until she was nothing. In her last moments Iskra saw regret. Not for the deeds she had done, or the last stand she made, but for everything she had never managed to accomplish, for the family she left tattered in the need for absolute freedom for all. The blue of her gaze searching out the crowd (searching for him and Zekle?), before locking with the green parrot at her side. Her mouth moved, but she was too far to make out her final breath; something that seemed apologetic, but not afraid.
"I'm sorry Kygo," because the parrot bound to her could not escape the demise either.
"Don't be," he said forcefully into the last echoes of Ampere's mind as she vanished into powder and memories; he dropped like a stone into the rubble of Helovia below, forgotten.
Iskra can't honestly remember what happened next, because he broke. His legs, so sturdy and incapable of movement just before, now went limp and threatened to send him to the earth where the utter chaos would trample him into the marsh. He staggered instead into Zekle's body, and a flurry of teeth and shoves and shouts cast him into the portal.
He came to in the Rift, strewn unceremoniously on his side, as if he had merely slumped into this new world and been spat out in a mess of feathers and heartache. He contemplated staying on the ground, just letting the soil claim him and drag him down into an abyss; it seemed more appealing than everything he had just lived through, everything that could potentially occur again. It was only Zekle's voice that managed to rouse him, a flicker of some hope, the glow of a lighthouse cutting through the fog after a terrible storm. Iskra lifted his head, only then aware he was soundlessly crying, his body and soul too numb otherwise to fully react, driven instead to a state of shock and momentary stasis. It'd all unravel over time in the shape of endless nightmares and the involuntary flinching at life.
A faintly blue thought cascaded across his being just then as the little whale at Iskra's side bobbed around from under his wing. "Hey," Iskra said hoarsely, his throat raw and dry from his gut wrenching shrieks. He'd almost forgotten about his new buddy in the shitstorm they'd been caught within since his birth - what a way to greet the world. The little whale responded with a squeal from its blowhole, delighted that they were both 'okay'. A burst of richer, deeper blue splashed in Iskra's thoughts, evidence of this joy.
If Iskra wasn't able to live for himself, he'd definitely live for this whale. It'd prove to be his angel, and it needed as suitable a name. So, days after the whale hatched, Iskra finally named him, "Okay Castiel, let's stay together." It was a promise more than anything.
Iskra lifted himself to his feet with a struggle, a bit sore from his landing and his emotional wreckage. His head was pounding and his legs still felt uneasy, but he was alive. Items from Ampere lay scattered all around him, and he stared at them for a good long while before reaching for them. Each touch felt like her maw running across him, a faintest whisper of his voice, and quicker he moved to gather them, these last fragments of his home.
"ZERO!" he bugled out, coughing again as his voice cracked.
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TRANSFER FROM HELOVIA LOG
Iskra's Helovia profile and assets
Magics
SAFE :: [ Magic: FirexWind | Ability to superheat air round object to move them. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Items must be within 10m radius. ]
:: [ Magic: FirexDark (U) | Ability to transform into a lion; mane is composed of fire. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Transformation is painful. Lasts one post in battle. ]
**:: [ Magic: FirexSpark (P) | Wings produce harmless sparks. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]
** Just to clarify, sparks is both little fire embers and little lightning bolts.
Enchanted items
SAFE :: [ Item: Warhammer ("Peacekeeper") | Offensive. An iron warhammer gilded with gold and copper; fire/lightning sparks produced from hammer, feels lightweight to its owner. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Sparks cause mild pain. ]
:: [ Item: Dagger ("Ampere") | Offensive. A small iron dagger with a black hilt which is enchanted with an ability which allows the viewer to see an ongoing event in a nearby land when invoked with the phrase "the watching shift goes ever on." (from Ampere) ]
:: [ Restrictions | The event must be occurring in an active thread within a board adjacent to the board where the viewer writes as using the item. Due to the small viewing plane not all details of the event will be seen or understood. ]
:: [ Item: Shield ("Dragon's Sun") | Defensive. A metal shield capable of collapsing for easy use with leather strap. Engravings of the sun on its exterior. (from Ampere) ]
:: [ Restrictions | Is the same weight collapsed or expanded. ]
:: [ Item: Mineral Golem ("Squishy") | Offensive. Medium sized - Built in Year 5 Orangemoon (from Zekle) ]
**:: [ Item: Enchanted Bone Collar ("Gaucho") | Offensive. Worn as a thick band of leather just above the shoulders; pressing a button in the center causes bone-spikes 2 inches in length to uncoil and protrude. (from Gaucho) (from Ampere) ]
**request below
Rift-god / Kaos items
:: [ Item: Vial of Wolf God Blood | Blood from the Wolf God of the Rift ]
Normal items
:: [ Item: Boogers | A vial of boogers. ]
:: [ Item: Jewelry | Gold earring. ]
**I'd also like to bring in a blue feather from Ampere, a green feather from Kygo, and Ampere had a black feather from Gaucho I'd like for Iskra to have as well if possible!
Amulets
:: 1 Moon
:: 1 Sun
:: 2 Spark
Companion
SAFE :: [ Companion: Humpback Leviathan ("Castiel") | Mythical, royal | Tidal Wave | 1 month (June 5th, 2017) ]
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Requests
If he rolls to lose items, could it be ones beside the bone collar ("Gaucho")? That's his only memento from his father <3
The Portal
