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07-21-2017, 07:18 PM
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07-21-2017, 08:01 PM
Something was happening. There was a disturbance in the ether, the currents of energy rippling and shifting like water giving way to some giant's wading legs, as if something had appeared that was capable of disturbing the very essence of the Rift. Ilunga had not felt such a presence since Vjanta reigned supreme on the Riptide Isles, but though there was some nagging familiarity about this presence it was clearly not the Tigress returned to life. Ze was sensitive to such things, after so many trips outside the body. It had a way to shift ones perspective of the world, of opening up the senses to more than the physical. Such was the nature of hir people too, that they paid attention to such matters in perhaps a higher degree than other mortal beings. Well. At least they had, before they were wiped out in one single, mighty blow. Swift as an arrow the sea-born warrior darted through the waters toward the epicenter of the disturbance, and felt a pang of irritation upon finding that it was tethered to the land, too far from the shoreline and high up on the cliffs where Ilunga could not go by ordinary means. Finding a suitable cave and regaining the necessary calm that was required for the mind and body to separate took time, and ze had a feeling that ze was already late. But shelter ze did find, and before long the equine hybrid looked down upon hir body as ze floated up from it, light as a thought now that ze was not weighed down by the flesh. Allowing the presence guide hir, ze passed through the rock of the cave and floated up, past layer upon layer of rock and earth and tangled roots, until ze emerged through the surface of the cliff nearly in the center of the gathering of equids. Whether anyone could actually see the ethereal form of the hippocamp was doubtful. Perhaps those with the ability to behold spirits or the dead might be wise to its presence, or those otherwise blessed with the gift of seeing magic with eyes or the mind... It did not matter either way. It was not for the sake of the aliens Ilunga was there, and the dark gaze was turned not to the many mortals but to the creature around whom they had gathered. The sight of him made her recoil, the sheer force of his being so overpowering that the frail mental projection of hirself was all but torn apart. Gasping and struggling to maintain the spell Ilunga tried to grasp what it was ze saw, but no other term would come to mind except 'god'. And like a god, the being spoke and issued commands, and Ilunga saw the mortals around hir nod in agreement or frown in dismay, and realized that perhaps there was more to these 'helovian's' presence in the Rift than ze had thought. "Who art Thou?" the sea-child demanded, with a voice that was no more than a whisper, a mental projection of thought that might not even reach the deity. But Ilunga thought it would, if the being was half as powerful as it seemed to think. "What art Thou, to command us as were thou our ruler?" Already the pull of the body was beginning to drain Ilunga's energies, but the hippocamp resisted with all hir might so that ze might hear whatever reply the being might offer. If any would come at all... @Kisamoa - Ilunga asks who Kaos is, and -what- he is.
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It was about the beginning of the second week and to her overwhelming dismay, Zahra was still alive, drifting restlessly and aimlessly between the forest of ancients and the fluorescent wilderness to the north. She was starting to understand, more so accept, that this wasn’t hell - and she was far from dead; that this was the hand that she’d been dealt, whether or not she liked it. Out of all the chaos has risen one positive to note though, her sadness - that aching, sorrowful, loneliness - had been very much distracted.
Often she thought of her sisters, pined for their steadfast, nurturing company, and weary legs had scoured many miles over the strange new contours of the Rift (or so she had witnessed others calling it), searching for them. Hannah had vanished within moments of their arrival - a wild glint had flashed through her eye and like a feral fox, her beloved form had vanished without trace into the whispering shadow. At first, the concept of such a great loss hadn’t dawned on the grim-featured girl, but as the days wore on, and the population around her became less and less escapable, the hole left in lieu of that emotional bond began to sting.
Occasionally there were snippets of sound from the spider who yet huddled inside the web burrow in her mane. Ilham had not fled her side, thankfully, but it was evident that their connection had grown ill, quiet and broken. Through some capacity, the tiny arthropod had been busy weaving new layers along the end of their silken ream (the resource from which her magical ability to craft, drew from). The conflicted mare was relieved to know the youngest of her dear siblings was safe.
Though sad certainly, the dysfunction of these cherished - before, unappreciated - relationships, had inadvertently along the way, played a healthy part in the rediscovery of herself.
Zahra had more or less made peace with the fact that Helovia was gone; for her it was a positive thing, for the realm of the four gods, the Earth, the Moon, the Sun, and the Time, was interwoven with the pain of the past and everything that had been a negative influence in her life. Though a slim weight of guilt was harder to shed, she was more than glad to find a new sort of familiar - and one that bared absolutely no semblance, the the previous. So too had her dreams begun to soften whenever she so inclined to sleep; instead of the constant harry of confusing flashbacks, she was revisiting her time spent here, in the neon wilds.
It was true; in spite of all the destruction, the arachnophile had a lot to be thankful for.
There came upon the wind - through the earth, resonating to life through her veins - a voice, an urge, that commanded obedience, and without ability to defy it, the winged girl slithered forward from her reflection beneath timber towards the rocky southern rim of the old, breathing forest. An assembly had gathered before the formation of a different deity - one that she had heard rumour about (perhaps), but not that she had ever seen. Or had she? With a quiet, undecided (and almost fearful) eye, she beheld him and ears tilted forward curiously to engage the message he imposed.
Who was this?
The rain eased across her sodden shoulders as though quietened by the ominous rumble of divinity through the atmosphere, and while the light all around her dulled to a moody twilight, around him it gathered, flashed and flared in vibrant, vivid hue. The more he spoke, the more the situation seemed to Zahra, to make sense. She realised quickly that this immortal with the help of his Helovian counterpart, had sucked the inhabitants of her world into this whole new dimension; neither heaven, nor hell! It was a fresh beginning, a clean start, and in accordance with his concluding request, the spider-girl drew a deep, brooding breath and nodded (if only to validate the idea for herself). "Thank you..." “Like delicate lace, So the threads intertwine, Oh, gossamer web Of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace Wild nature produces... Ughh, look at the spider Suck out that bug's juices!” Image
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07-22-2017, 12:25 AM
I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT. The Rift had awakened. S I D H R A
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07-22-2017, 12:28 PM
@Erthë
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07-22-2017, 05:22 PM
I wandered, my head heavy with whirling thoughts I could near call unease in this alien world. Since I had begun the trail had grown even more crowded as shmoke and mist gave way to humid forest and my Wings ached for want of flight but still I could not divine the curtain of sky in this place. So I walked with no heed to time or direction, perhaps truly lost for the first time in my life till at long last there came a pull, a heed, that beckoned so to me. It was subtle to the point I thought it were my own thought save that I was utterly aware that I was compelled. The twitch in my muscles for the half beat was enough to warn me, for I knew myself, but I resisted not and went hither on.
No surprise I was drawn to his presence. Kisamoa. The name came freely to my mind as one did not simply forget that face, even one that changes. Before me are a number of others, some utterly strange and others from that deceased land of Helovia, and those stood clearly apart especially for their hard words . It felt wrong to say I was of Helovia and I could not wholly word my feelings on its passing. I'd only spent little time in that land, of which I know now was the beginning of this mischief for I too had been among that first party were Kisamoa revealed himself as he did now. What happened since my ears heard of in passing from rumor and heresay but the events were grim by far and disturbing from what I could reckon. Of anything I knew those Gods of Helvoia were slain and doubtless more if I read the faces right. I had left the land in its strife only to return in time to get swept in the events of now. If I were confused I could only imagine how others fared but unlike them I did not have the same fire in me for Helovia though I could mourn it in my own fashion. Aside, however, from what pity roosted in my chest my curiosity was roused and it crossed my mind that perhaps through my willingness to learn the ailing and wary could adapt too. Or at the very least I would know more for myself. As a traveler this was a keen opportunity for myself and it would be unwise to dismiss. " Yes, what words would you share with me?" I say aloud, speaking to no one in particular save toward anyone who'd be willing to humor me. " I know not of this place, nothing of true fact, alas, beyond cagy rumors. Rid me of my ignorance, I pray you."
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Something deep within Iskra urged him. See, magic doesn't really have a feeling, at least not something that's always there, taking up space like the bones you can push on under your skin or the lungs you watch move your sides. It's more like a sudden something, the way embarrassment can flush through you, or adrenaline roars through your veins and pricks behind your ears. So at first Iskra didn't know what the feeling was, or why it had come so suddenly upon him. Initially he glanced at Castiel, thinking the whale or their bond had something to do with it, "Is that you?". The Leviathan gave a questioning orange pulse through their connection though, drifting calmly beside him, and Iskra shook his head dismissively. "Well do you feel it?".
If Castiel did or didn't they weren't able to communicate it to one another, so Iskra was left with merely knowing he felt it, like a low vibration of need, and he was half guided, half followed, a set path through the south towards the beckoning call.When he arrived alongside so many others he was immediately suspicious, feathers fluffing up in posture as the colt's mouth filled with dread. He knew scenes like this, he knew what happened at them, and he knew who would be here. Kaos A low growl (pathetic given his age) kicked up in his chest as his eyes flicked over the hideous creature that dared to call himself a god. An overwhelming desire to rush up screaming with magic and weapons blazing brewed up inside Iskra. He was born of fire and lightning, and even if he'd had no reason to pick up a weapon before, he was finding one now in the horrors of Kaos. His teeth clenched, and his cheek twitched as he held onto the feeling though - the images of horses much stronger than him exploding into dust left a certain strain of caution in him too. Maybe he had those same roiling emotions as his bloodline, but he was not at the mercy of them (yet), and he rationalized himself into a steel calm for the time being. An ear twitched at a familiar voice though, and at words that aligned with his own thoughts. Turning, Iskra was relieved to see Volterra, and he slipped up towards the familiar stallion. "Hello Sultan," he greeted kindly enough, but with a stiffness that he retained from Kaos' looming presence. Likely Volterra didn't recognize him, Iskra being just one of the hundreds of foals on the sand. That didn't matter though, because Iskra found familiarity and solidarity in him, and so he stood with a seriousness utterly unlike him in the face of this very real threat. Victory is in my veins
I will not negotiate Iskra @Volterra
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07-23-2017, 03:31 AM
(erm, reader beware. Tori is using some rather foul language)
VICTORINA When we look up at the stars, we see only the memory of light; and though they are distant we know they still shine So we're fucking stuck here, in the asshat Kaos's realm?! Oh this is just fuckin lovely. I have no way of going back to visit Mama's grave. I'll never see the Throat again, my birthplace and home. To top it all off, i've lost everything other than the necklace Mama gave me and the one I found right before the portal. Every last one of the amulets exploded. Some of those had been passed down from Mama's Mama. But this foul place had taken them away. Yeah, you might say i'm just a bit pissed off. Not to mention I come through and find out just how many siblings I really have.... Good Gods Papa... Did my Mama even mean ANYTHING to you?! I toss my head, the ruby gems catching the neon lighting for a moment. But when the non-stop rain started pelting me, driving me in a certain way I go. I don't do it willingly that's for sure. I honestly want to be left alone. Alone to sulk and figure out my next move. When I arrive, I find that I was not the only one pushed this way. In fact quiet the crowd has gathered. I arrive just in time to hear a mare raging against Kaos. I tend to agree with her, and was going to make my way over until... Ugh Papa. Don't tell me she is another one of your baby mamas. I instead stay to the back of the crowd, ready to leave when possible. "Talk"
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07-23-2017, 06:22 AM
@Galahad
Explorer Kiada
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07-23-2017, 07:06 AM
TROY FALLS A THOUSAND TIMES, IN EVERY DREAM I DREAM. (LIKE ASHES, LIKE ASHES, LIKE A STAR BURNING OUT.) |
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