07-24-2017, 08:06 PM (This post was last modified: 07-24-2017, 08:10 PM by Tembovu.)
Tembovu
Kaos reigned— so similar to how it was during the Fall. Only, then, he had been an angry, vengeful soul bent on destruction (and survival).
Now, the great Elephant was a hurting soul bent on ensuring the survival of his family. So he did was he had done before: he fought. Or, at least, he tried to; he fought until he began to see those around him fall. He found until he saw the shadows take a spotted hide he never thought to see again; he fought until the shadows licked his own scarred hide—and then a cowardice rose in him.
Not a cowardice of pure selfishness; only partial. For the great man had stripped himself of a Kingship to be with his family; and he wanted to see his foals grow. He wanted to see Kiada find a love like he shared with Rexanna; he wanted to see Kianzo draw his first blood in battle. He wanted to see Safiri overcome the weak heart his own lineage had given her. He wished to salvage whatever relationship he could with Zubari. He needed to teach Katua all about her hippopotamus companion.
And, as he saw the swish a gold through the Portal—he wanted to see his love again. To know why and how she had given up them for a red, winged stallion in the Edge.
So the giant man shoveled his broad chest into his wayward, ashen son—Kianzo was searching (he assumed) for Kiada; but the Elephant had already seen her vanish into the shadows.
Thus, with blood streaming from many cuts the shadows had sliced into his pale, buckskin hide, the man crashed through the living shades. Navy eyes wide and trying to pierce this poorly-lit new world, his mind shut out the waves of shock and grief for all those bodies left in the collapsing world of Helovia.
There was no time for that, now. Instead, he focused on finding those warm bodies still alive and breathing that preceded him in the Rift.
Though he saw none, only the gold flash of a tripping, stumbling Kianzo he had shoved from Helovia. "Are you alright?” was his deep rumble, great head held high and sweeping to and fro in the darkness, trying to find his family.
Magics :
Magic: EarthxFire (U) | Can summon a full-sized elephant made of magma that charges opponent/nearest other and explodes on impact.
{SAFE} Magic: Earth | Can transform into an African Elephant
Magic: Light (P) | Appears to increase in size to elephantine proportions with strong emotions.
Enchanted items :
Crocodile God Skull | Defensive. Shrinks to crocodile fang and strengthens skull/cervical vertebrae to increase force of cranial attacks.
Rift-god / Kaos items:
2x Kaos amulets
Crocodile God Skull
Vial of Bear God Blood
Vial of Wolf God Blood
Requests: ALL THE ELEPHANTS
Normal items:
Lion's claw on glass chain from Rexanna.
2 Horseshoes - Obsidian studded rear horseshoes.
Glass Tusk - Glass tusk painted with giraffe markings by Mbwene.
Fate whispers to him, "You cannot withstand the storm."
Kianzo had, first, found Kiada in the Kaos. His bright blue, intense glare had watched her disappear into the shadows; and so he was relieved of hitching himself to her safety. His next instinct was to follow her—but something stopped him.
A pair of green eyes. Bright, beautifully, thickly rimmed in dark lashes. Trusting, sleepy, sated; likely mirroring his own tired, pleased, fulfilled gaze wreathed in the mists of the Labryinth. There had been a warmth in his chest, unlike the hot burn of angst and hatred…all from this little copper mare.
So the dark prince turned from Kiada and the Portal, instead looking to the pandemonium around him. His ashen heart searched for the small, gleaming woman—dark limbs light and agile as he wove around the seeking shadows and screaming, dying bodies.
But his search was interrupted by his own father; a massive, dark chest ramming into him and pushing, forcing him back from Helovia and towards the Rift. He resisted, but he was barely a stallion. His father was aptly named the Elephant.
And so, with pinned ears and bared teeth, he turned on his father in the darkness, ”Yes, I would have been fine with or without your help,” was his quietly hissed answer. The powerful shove had nearly driven him to his knees; a hated place for any proud man.
Thus, rebalanced, he too began to comb the darkness. ”I saw Kiada go through,” and the young stallion had assumed that meant safety. But, as he stared into these living shadows, he began to feel uneasy. “I will go find her.” and Bellisma, be he didn't want to answer any of his father’s questions about that. So he kept it to himself.
Magics:
{SAFE} Magic: FirexTime (U) | Ability to form pyroclastic (hot ash/toxic gases) hyenas that place another in suspended animation.
Magic: FirexTime | Ability summon clouds of ash that reveal previous actions in area.
Magic: Fire (P) | Body dissolves into hot ash when enraged.
Rift-god / Kaos items
1x Kaos amulet
Amulets : 2
Companion/s :
Keusi : Striped Hyena
OOC Date: 18 June 2016
Rift Birthday: Late Freeze 1171
Requests:
Normal Item: Small figurines of Kiada and Keusi on string.
Magic:
Offensive: Can summon charging elephants made of magma. They explode on impact.
Transformation: Can transform into an African Elephant.
Transformation: Shrinks to the size of a fawn and gets a high-pitched voice when experiencing strong emotions.
God Item: The shadows lean in closer, the trees whispering among themselves. They have seen what you have brought into the Rift, Tembovu.
Amulets: Your amulets bend and break, growing sizzling hot and then deathly cold, before exploding in a hail of shards and dried blood. Where the crystal cuts you, your skin turns hard and crusty, like an elephant's, but it is burning from within, with the ever-smoldering fires of destruction and rage. Whenever angry, these windows to his soul light up like a furnace, hot and vibrant and red. And when sad, they smoke blue, like rain, and weep salt.
(Something like these: 1, 2, 3)
Magic:
Offensive: Can form pyroclastic hyenas whose gas places others in suspended animation.
Knowledge: Ability to summon clouds of ash that reveal previous actions in an area.
Offensive: Spontaneously bursts into fire when enraged. Fire burns Kianzo as well.
Amulets: Your amulets melt, liquid hot and full of strange gas—your face and belly starts to itch. By the end of the season, the fine, pale hairs will have been replaced by a uniform scalemail of moonstone, and the black parts lining it to the finest of onyx.
Companion:
Keusi: Striped Hyena
Obtained: 18 June 2016
Birth Date: Late Freeze 1171
The gilded mare hadn’t entirely left the Portal area. Kiada had gone, as well as Zubari and Katua. She hoped they brought Safiri and Mbwana with them, while she sought out her other missing pieces. She was missing two children, and her soul mate. It tore at her heart, tugged at her sanity as she poked through the dark treeline in search of familiarity in any sense. Tembovu, Kianzo, and Vulia had to have made it through. If they didn’t, she wasn’t sure if she could forgive herself, forgetting about the others while trying to prevent her own daughter from rushing to die at Kaos’ hand.
Suddenly, she heard muffled voices – familiar voices, and rushed to their origin. She broke the trees to see Kianzo slipping away from Tembovu. Her eyes immediately sought out Kianzo’s with a sad gleam. “She went out of the portal, following that path.” She mentioned, assuming that one of the first things the ashenheart child would want to do would be to find his other half. Then, her sapphire gaze looked to the tired, stressed lines along Tembovu’s face as she moved quietly up to him. “Safiri, Kiada, Zubari, Katua, and one of our new twins just came through.” She began, partially breathless from her intense search. “We had two, a boy and a girl. The boy is named Mbwana, the girl is named Vulia… and she’s different.” She paused, eyes seeking Tembovu’s with sadness, hoping they might find her.
Then, she paused, turning to look around the area once again, an exhausted Marembo splayed across her shoulder blades. Rexanna hadn't noticed it yet, but where sweat covered her body, the black firework markings moved against one another, snaking across her skin as she stood and aimed to catch her breath. She still carried all her items, including a new necklace laced around her neck, each gem a color of their children's eyes. The ones not yet colored remained a pale clear color. And another interesting piece to her attire, was a single gilded feather placed into her mane, the very same that was previously part of Calstron's mane. But none of it mattered to the Siren, she simply wanted to find their other child.
"Talk?"
rexanna
darling, you have a dreamer's heart.
you mustn't let the clouds eclipse your light.
The Portal
