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Ill tidings
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Moä Te
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you lose yourself

trying to hold on to nothing




She stood quietly, listening to the ramblings surrounding her.  Most of her fellow Riftians seem frustrated and unwelcoming to the strangers that were dumped here, and they all were justified.  The hippocampus spouted off words dripping with authority, and she rolled her eyes inwardly.  She always found that in dealing with the fish-tailed creatures, she felt looked down on.  They seem to always take on the role of leader.  Still, she found herself standing here, summoned by one.  She heaved a heavy breath and settled in for a lengthy debate, wishing to be back in the keys surrounded by sweet fruit and silence.  Well, as long as the island wasn't crawling with dull strangers.

Her neutral tone turned downwards as the sea-creature spoke of a force, and she subconsciously flexed the muscles that held her spines in place.  That dark feeling that ravenously tore at her magic and rendered it shattered.  She had felt it the night she watched the strangers fall.  She should have guessed that it was caused by the portal opening, but she was surrounded by chaos and screams.  Her eyes shifted, now staring at mare who spoke her peace.  Infestation?  Again her brow furrowed, aimed at her harsh words.  That hardly seems fair.  They are more like stumbling yearlings, testing their freedom and strength.  At least, that is what she has gathered by her short dealings with them.

A feline type stallion spoke next.  However, his words were not laced with hatred for the strangers...These Helovians.  They were curt, straightforward.  She parted her lips to speak.  "I have met a couple of them, and they mostly seem lost.  I haven't had any hostile dealings with them.  One even seemed curious about our home."  She silently recalled Weaver, a winged mare she met on her favorite island.  "I do not think treating them as a threat is wise, not until we have more information.  And if it is true that they provided protection to those of us lost in their world, then they deserve at least a chance. "  She quickly glanced at the stallion as she spoke, glad that she wasn't the only one not gearing up for war against the Helovians.


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Messages In This Thread
Ill tidings - by Ilunga - 07-16-2017, 09:44 PM
RE: Ill tidings - by Kahli - 07-21-2017, 12:06 AM
RE: Ill tidings - by Raistlyn - 07-21-2017, 12:58 AM
RE: Ill tidings - by Moä Te - 07-21-2017, 02:36 AM
RE: Ill tidings - by Bates - 07-21-2017, 03:34 AM
RE: Ill tidings - by Anai - 07-21-2017, 09:12 PM