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Lyanna
Currently championing:
#21

let the winds erase me,

like the memory of a kiss

This third life has started out much like her second. Lyanna wandered with no purpose, trying not to succumb to the weight of grief that dragged her low. Loss was heavy in her heart and here, unlike Helovia, there was no purpose for her, nothing to keep her tethered to the world. In Helovia, at least, she had become a healer, given herself some purpose even if she’d mostly wandered Helovia in the beginning.

Here, there were no herds, no herbs she knew and the only two tasks she could do were not ones she wanted. Kaos’s task was infinitely better – learn and explore. She could do those things. She could explore, could let the weight of grief drag her around from one land to the next, could hold polite conversation with those that were native to his place. The other task she could not face – taking inventory of those left alive. That task meant facing more deaths, and she could not yet stomach more deaths.

Already Ru and Glasgow haunt her now as well, tethered to her heart as her family is, ghosts that she cannot shake. Today she flies, thinking Ru would like that, would like some time in the sky on a day that isn’t miserably rainy and impossible. Though it will be a day for surprises, it seems. She’s too close to the Riptide Isles, and the buffeting winds finally drag her out of her thoughts for sheer need. If she doesn’t turn her course, she is going to end up thrown into the violent ocean, and the one thing she knows for a fact is that, despite everything, she is not yet ready to die.

Before she can turn course though, the winds die, and there’s a beautiful light coming from the center of the suddenly still sea. Lyanna slows her flight, looping around the strange occurrence. A familiar form catches her attention, a pale girl who flies straight into what might easily be a trap. “Erthe!” she calls, partly to try and stop the girl, partly because she’s simply pleased to see another familiar face in the sky. She angles her wings as well, making her way closer to her friend, closer to the light, though unlike Erthe, Lyanna is not quite aiming to dive headfirst into it.

Lyanna is quickly deterred from her plan though when the light continues to grow, only to be replaced with a tigress.  Too beautiful to be mortal, Lyanna pulls at the wind around her and uses a gust to bring her back up, away from potentially crashing into something other worldly. A goddess? Or something else entirely? Beneath the paws of the tigress, the world becomes beautiful, peaceful, too good to be true.

And oh, how untrue it is. The sky rips apart, and Lyanna dives, whirling, trying to get out of the way as lighting tears toward the goddess, her scream ringing through the space around them. Lyanna’s heart breaks for a creature she never even really knew, but a creature that had looked like hope for a glimmering moment.

lyanna

let these waters takes me

Image © Rhiaan


@Erthë
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#22
As if to spite the control and command of the absent and long-dead goddess, the seas writhe with wild abandon. They tear and rip and grind, sending spouts of angry water spiraling to meet even angrier clouds that rush into the skies over the remains of the Isles with terrifying speed. These water cyclones writhe and twist, reaching towards the gathering of equines that dared heed the tiger goddess’s call.

Far-off fins of Pistris’ telltale glow begin to break the surface of the writhing seas. The Baleno’s blood still calls the predators, despite the bashed giant being returned beneath the waves.

Yet, Vjanta was never one to willingly relinquish control—even in death and banishment. So, in the seam of light where she stood mere moments before, a single droplet welled. In this Rift between magic and time, which had allowed the tigress to appear, she pushed forth a small sphere of bright yellow, pure light.

It pulsed brightly, once, keeping at bay the hungry Pistris and sending the water spouts scattering to the sea. It lasted but for a few moments, before shrinking to a terribly tiny sphere…but it was enough to ensure those that came to her remained safe.

To whoever would command control of her last vestige—its gift would be theirs to control. For that was the hallmark of the goddess: mastered domination.
the Rift
what lies beneath
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Vjanta the Tiger Goddess left a sphere of light behind to spite these angry seas! The first character (that has already been present in this thread) to respond to this may take it and post in » Account Updates with how they would like it to affect that character (i.e. magic, vanity magic, mutation, enchant an item, etc); you may only choose one!

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Zahra
Currently championing:
#23
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
As the seas writhed and twisted with unmerciful, uncontainable rage, Zahra fled their tempest still ahead of her father - like a coward, with little care for the creatures that struggled on against the waves. 

Vision of blood, a soup of death, stained her mind and forced long buried empathy to flare its forlorn face beneath the tides of her hatred, and she turned at its desperate beckon - or was she pulled back by the temptation of the fallen Goddess’s final stand. 

Though the Tigress, the last legacy she had brought before them, vanished, there lingered a tiny glow in the sea between those bending, spinning funnels of black sea. Golden eyes fell upon it inadvertently, as though drawn with magnetic force that she could hardly avoid. With her mind numb to the roar of the furious ocean, she turned back towards those lashing through the current and angled sharply between each ravenous pillar. 

There, yielding light to drive away the ravenous Pistris and keep at bay the sky bound water, a tiny orb lay in waiting, as though pushed into the present by the very Goddess who had been standing in the same place, mere moments before. Zahra, in a bid of courage and clarity, swept upon the tiny sphere with a heavy, careful wing stroke and hovered there above it for a moment longer. 

While the others still struggled abroad, fighting the torrent for air and traction, teeth unsheathed to pluck the tiny light source - but as she did so, it vanished and was gone. A calming warmth leaked through her mouth, easing along the taut ligaments in her jaw and face and spreading with mild fingers through her veins until every inch of her being felt renewed (even if only in a cognitive sense), and Zahra, after the last of her kind had been returned to safety, found her father again on the beach.

"Aye," she reassured, drawing in a long breath, "that was different."
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