I O N A In my defense, the moon was full...
and I was left unsupervised.
The trip through the portal was blessedly short. It certainly wasn’t elegant in any way, but the darkness did not follow through the opening that the Gods held open. She just hoped that her sister did. In hindsight, perhaps flying through the portal at advanced speed may not have been her wisest choice. She wasn’t really considering the physics of it all at the time, not when people were literally exploding and all. At a certain point, self preservation sort of takes over doesn’t always do the best job at foresight.
Iona fell more than anything into the Rift, trying her best to slow her descent before she hit the ground. However, she knew that this particular landing wasn’t going to be pretty. She managed to land mostly on her feet, though she immediately crumpled to the ground from the sheer force. She huffed as she took a moment to collect herself before pulling herself back to her feet, whirling around and immediately evaluating the area for any potential threats.
Well. This looks safe, the painted mare thought bitterly to herself, pinning her ears flat against her skull. Her first impressions of this place were even less savory than her first impressions of Helovia, and just look how that relative shitshow had ended up.
Her attention was diverted to Iver, who seemed to have recovered less gracefully from their arrival. “Oh come on my landing wasn’t that bad,” she muttered, indignantly, to the bird, who wobbled unsteadily on shaky legs. Iona’s brow furrowed as Iver continued to struggle to orient himself, confusion blooming in her chest when she realized that she was only getting spurts of distress through their bond. The bird let out a pitiful cry before crumpling in a heap, unable to orient himself at all in this new place. ”Shit,” the mare grumbled under her breath, wondering if the portal had somehow injured meddlesome, but still somehow loveable, little bird. She stood over her companion before again craning her neck around, not at all pleased at how the past few hours had unfolded.
Magics:
:: [ Magic: Wind | Ability to form a lasso of wind to trap others. ]
:: [ Restrictions | 5m radius ]
SAFE PLEASE ^
Enchanted items
:: [ Item: Enchanted Helmet | Defensive. Lightweight silver headpiece that protects against light magic. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Not always entirely effective; protection wears down with repeated attacks. ]
^ SAFE PLEASE. This was designed to protect from people getting inside her head (illusions, hallucinations, etc.) - Feel free to re-word it!
:: [ Item: Invisibility Cloak | Defensive. Shapeless, the cloak wraps around the shoulders with a hood. (stolen from Thranduil) ]
:: [ Restrictions | Cannot be turned on and off ]
^ Can I use my SWP participant slot to make this safe too? If not, that's cool!
Rift-god / Kaos items
none, just the amulet.
Amulets : 2. 1 Spark, 1 Kaos
Companion/s :
[*]Iver - Osprey - 03-23-2017 - 3 months old I'm not sure what that is here :|
Species change (if applicable) : n/a
Requests: none!
Other Items
:: [ Item: Three feather charm | Three feathers on a rope around her wing ]
:: [ Item: Glass Shiv | Offensive. Small blade made of glass. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Breakable, limited uses. ]
:: [ Item: Glass Wing Blades | Offensive. Glass blades concealable between flight feathers. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Breakable, limited uses. ]
:: [ Item: Glass Chainmail | Defensive. Lightweight glass chainmail that covers shoulders and wing joints. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Breakable, limited uses. ]
:: [ Item: Foreleg Bands | Defensive. Set of 2 silver leg bands secured with leather straps. ]
:: [ Item: Leather Breastplate | Defensive. Breastplate made of dyed silver leather. ]
The feast has begun. The promised lambs, delivered. Body after body tumbles out, ready for the taking—but so far, the pickings have been slim. The hunger rolls in the bones of the lands, echoed by the thunder, the quakes reverberating through the ground. Far, far away, the whirlpools of the southern sea roar—the empty places of the world struggling against their boundaries.
What should've been a slaughter of the soul—ripping everything from them—was.. not. Their souls, so full with exotic magic, were shielded, by something. The land's hunger could not sink into them. They were protected.
Yet every soul to come through would bear the Rift's mark, whether it was just a breath down their neck, or more.
It was nothing quite so physical, though. The spirit of the land had no form. Its hunger had no bounds.
Magic:
Offensive: Can form a lasso made out of winds.
Items:
Defensive: A lightweight silver headpiece. It wards against magics attempted to affect the mind.
Vanity: An opaque, shapeless cloak with a hood attached. It turns the wearer invisible.
Amulets: The amulets start to vibrate—more and more and more, until you can hear the high-pitched tinkling. They're both scalding hot, to the point where you're pretty sure you'll get all your fur melted—but then they go glacier cold. Erratic sparks of electricity wind around one of them. It keeps whispering. And then—it shatters, and you feel like you've been struck in the heart. And maybe you have, for the essence of Time has turned you into a foal. Don't worry, just take a long, good soak in the rain and it'll wash off, but—that other amulet? The one with a heart black as death? You can't take it off. Every time you try, it pulls tighter against your neck, letting go only when you stop trying. And it keeps whispering. You can't hear what, but consider whose essence it is crafted from, it can't be anything good.
07-13-2017, 09:13 PM (This post was last modified: 07-13-2017, 10:30 PM by Alysanne.)
Emotional distress had to take a back-seat when it came to travelling through the portal. There were too many faces that she needed to keep track of - Zoeya and Naerys and Iona were with her, but where was Mauja? Lyanna? Sansa? Sarai? Amaris? The list was long indeed and there was no way to keep track of them all which was driving Alysanne insane.
The trip through the portal made her feel sick to her stomach and her mind felt like it had been shredded by massive claws. The absence of the bond between her and Cypress wasn’t noticed fully right away - the little owl was still nestled in her wings, having slept through the entire thing - and Hemlock was on the ground near Iver, crying out in hoots as he tried to encourage the younger bird but also make his way back to Alysanne.
Once on the other side, Alysanne was dazzled for a moment by the strange land that they had found themselves in - but her attention wasn’t on it for very long. She was checking for her family, a muzzle reaching out to Naerys and Zoeya both to confirm they were with her before she turned to Iona at the sound of her sister’s voice. Only…
A bright, wild sort of laugh escaped Alysanne as she took in a sight she had not seen in a long time - that of Iona as a filly. “Why Iona! Aren’t you looking wonderful.” She teased in a bright voice, marvelling at the sight. She hadn’t even started to wonder how the portal might have affected her - she was too busy chuckling, knowing how angry her sister would be at this turn of events, and relishing in this small glimmer of delight in this terrible, terrible day.
Magics:
* :: [ Magic: EarthxLight | Able to heal wounds by rubbing dirt on them ]
:: [ Restrictions | Larger wounds require more focus, energy, and dirt ] (protect using safe pass)
* :: [ Magic: Earth | Able to pull surrounding earthen matter to form a shield ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 20 seconds ] (protect using SWP safe pass)
* :: [ Magic: EarthxLight (P) | micro-organisms and nutrients to leech from her hooves when she stands still for extended periods of time, making it more fertile for plants to grow ]
:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle ]
Enchanted items
* :: [ Item: Face plate | Defensive. Silver face plate with a moon that emits a soft glow at night and can retract into a circlet on command ] (protect please!)
Companion/s :
* Hemlock - flammulated owl - Early Freeze, 1168 - March 29, 2014 (protect)
* Cypress - great horned owl - Mid-Drench 1173 - June 24, 2017
Species change (if applicable) : none!
Requests: I discussed this with Smitty but the portal will be causing Aly to turn from a black tobiano to a dark green tobiano (bringing out her dad's elemental blood) but idk if that's relevant or can be incorporated but no other requests!
Other items
:: [ Item: Trinket | 3 feathers coated in crystal (crafted by Sohalia). ]
:: [ Item: Jewelry | Ornate glass and amethyst halter with necklace. ]
:: [ Item: Circlet of Earth | Crown of gold leaf and green stones ]
:: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Leather armor with some thin metal plates. ]
Mika (unborn foal in Alysanne’s womb, to be played by Rover) Transfer
Magics:
{*]:: [ Magic: Light (P) | Illuminates at night, reflecting the glow of the moon and stars ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle, glow dims when there’re clouds covering the moon or a new moon. ] (protect)\n\nEnchanted items\n{*}none\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}none\n\nAmulets : 0\n\nCompanion/s : \n[*}none
07-14-2017, 07:10 AM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2017, 07:12 AM by Naerys.)
Pregnant.
She is pregnant but honestly she isn't entirely surprised. She did do more than just cuddle with Kvasir and she is just over three years old. Truth be told, though, she had every expectation that she would die so the fact that her sides had begun to grow round didn't entirely phase her just yet. The more the shadows squeezed them closer together, the more the blackness seemed to darken the only home she'd ever known the more her impending doom seemed to sink in. As she drifts closer to the Spectral Marsh, her teal eyes scour the gathering crowd for the familiar face of her mother. Oddly, she isn't difficult to spot and with her wings tucked tightly, the young mare slips between the bodies and arrives at her mother's side.
Her rounded sides have crossed the line from plump to obvious pregnancy, forcing her to stand with a bit more distance between her and her mother than she'd really like to have in this particular moment. Even with Petyr on her back, braiding her mane the young mare cannot obtain the comfort she so desires. Death looms before her like some sort of disfigured shadow beast and no matter how hard she'd worked to accept her fate, she was still afraid. She simply is not ready.
That, however, is when she spies him - a flash of warm tones and massive white wings draws her attention. And she goes from afraid to seething in about thirty seconds flat - possibly less, and almost certainly due to pregnancy hormones. He approaches without hesitation (yeah, yeah... keep poking the bear, pops), and all she can do is pin her ears and glare at him. None of it phases him, of course, and he simply moves to embrace mother; an embrace that she readily and happily returns. When he finally looks at her, though, his expression is pained but also exhausted. Yet, he doesn't speak. He is eerily silent as Eliana lifts the amulets from around his neck - placing one around her neck and the other around Alysanne's. Perhaps it was a peace offering, but Naerys would have bet everything she had in this moment that it was something different. But what? The fire of her anger slowly fades away, confusion thoroughly replacing it. Whispered 'I love you's? Giving away physical possessions? Sudden tender, loving gestures? Well, fuck. The moment 'I'm sorry' slips from his lips and he turns to leave is the same moment it dawns on Naerys that he's a walking sacrifice. A martyr, even though he knows that his end is nigh. Naerys stands there shocked, watching her father walk away until movement beside her snaps her back to reality. Alysanne begins to follow him but Naerys moves quickly to block her path. In truth, she still can't speak.
And as she watches him die, the bitterness in her heart turns against her.
He died believing that she hated him. And that knowledge would tear her apart sooner than any corrupt beastly 'god' could. Tears well in her eyes, hot and burning, but she clenches her jaw to hold back the sobs that threatened to come. She can only watch, helpless, as others suffer the same fate at the will of Kaos. She watches, but she doesn't really see. Naerys is frozen to the spot until she feels her mother nudge her toward the portal. With Alysanne and Zoeya by her side and Petyr following just overhead, she enters the portal.
Her trip through the portal was fairly quick but the sudden fall at the end caught her by surprise. Instantly, her large wings unfurl and she flaps them to slow her descent. It works... mostly. Her landing is rough and she stumbles but she manages to remain on all four hooves. Her stance is spread, much like a foal learning to stand and though she knows she must look utterly ridiculous she doesn't move. Instead she clenches her eyes shut in a vain attempt to rid herself of the dizziness and disorientation that plagues her. Petyr, himself swirled a bit out of control as he attempted to soar through the portal. The vibrant bird lands with a soft thud upon her back. He is breathing but for now he is quiet and unmoving.
By the time Naerys has managed to gather herself together, she can hear her mother laughing uproariously. Adjusting her stance to one far less awkward, she turns to see a foal sized Iona and wait... is Aly green? Naerys' confusion is evident and for several heart beats she simply stares with a bewildered expression. "Mama? Auntie?" she manages to nearly splutter out. "Wha-what's going on here? You're different... both of you." If the Rift changed them, goodness only knows what it has done to her.
Naerys Transfer
{link to SWP participation} : N/A, wasn't able to get her posted by herself last night, she made an appearance in Mikey and Aly's posts, though.
Magics:
{*]Can transform into a black Siberian Cat.\n:: {Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec, can only transform once during battle.} **SAFE**\n \n{*}Purple and white passionflowers grow where hooves touch.\n \nEnchanted items\n{*}None\n \nRift-god / Kaos items\n{*}None\n \nAmulets : 2 Earth\n \nCompanion/s : \n{*}Petyr - Bornean Green Magpie **SAFE**\n Date Obtained; August 16, 2015\n Birthdate: Late Drench 1170 \n \nSpecies change (if applicable) : N/A\n \nRequests: None\n \nOther Items: \n:: [ Item: Dagger (\"Isabela\") | Offensive. A medium dual-bladed, ornate steel dagger with a grey leather grip. ] \n:: [ Item: Leather Dagger Sheath | A small, black leather sheath. ] \n:: [ Item: Bone | Small sesamoid bone. ] \n:: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Black leather armor, reinforced with thin black metal plates. ] \n:: [ Item: Face Plate | Defensive. Black leather face plate, reinforced with thin black metal plates. ] \n:: [ Item: Jewelry | Nightingale necklace; circular pendant with an embossed bird beneath a round black opal stone. ]\n \n \nAlerie Transfer - UNBORN FOAL - Reference\nMagics:\n{*}EarthxWind (U) | Ability to condense flower petals into creatures that may overwhelm/engulf others. \n:: {Restrictions | Can summon 3 small (medium dog and lower) or 1 large creatures. ] **SAFE**\\n \\nEnchanted items\\n{*}None\\n \\nRift-god / Kaos items\\n[*}None\n \nAmulets : 0\n \nCompanion/s : \n[*}None
Species change (if applicable) : N/A, she's a hybrid.
Requests: None
Other items: (I guess they're technically being carried in by Nae, but oh well)
:: [ Item: Cloak | Pale blue cloak, secured with a floral clasp. ]
:: [ Item: Comb | Pale gold hair comb with a red coral stone rose, pale gold leaves, and a few pearls. ]
Fear true and wild panic stricken fear. She thought she had known what it was like to be scared before, but the screams and tears from all around her told her she had never been frightened before. Ajax made a strange sound as he rode on her back trying to steer her towards the monster so he could shred it. He hated the way his bonded stuck so closer to her mother and the terror that rushed through their bond. She might want to run and hide, but he had no intentions to flee.
Before he could do anything to spur her away from the portal they were both through it hurtling downwards. It didn't seem to take very long for them to hit the ground with a very undignified flailing of legs and tails. Huffing Zoeya smacked into the strange ground and rolled hooves over tail a few times. Ajax screeched and jumped clear running behind her fearfully as she kept rolling. A yelp sounded from the young girl as she finally slide to a halt her legs splayed out around her.The thick scent of blood worried Ajax and he ran up and poked around her with his beak, trying to be careful.
Slowly the girl sat up the bird marking glowing brightly against her chest. her head swam for a moment as she struggled to focus on the white Peacock face in front of her. When she was able to see him properly the scent of her blood registered and she looked down at her leg to see dark red boiling from a long shallow gash up the top of her cannon bone. Her eyes widened and she looked up worriedly trying to find her mother. "Mama?" Her eyes widened even more as she stared at her mother's pelt. Instead of black and white she was now green and white. Confusion played in her head and she felt dizzy again her head swaying slightly.
Ajax watched her worriedly placing a clawed foot gently on her uninjured leg. He wanted so badly to ask her if she was alright, but his voice could not yet reach her mind. So he stared at her cooing softly trying to get her to calm down. She focused on him once more focusing on her breathing. Slowly her racing heart slowed and she felt better. Tenderly she ran her soft lips along Ajax's soft white feathers. "I'm alright, just a little banged up." He tilted his head and looked down at the cut as if to say, 'Ya sure.' Looked back towards her now green mother. She didn't want to worry her any more, but her leg hurt so bad.
Light brown eyes gazed down at the cut about to call out to her sister for help, until a heat swelled in her chest. She gasped softly not in pain, but in surprise. Suddenly lighting flashed from her horns and made their way towards her injury. She gritted her teeth for a moment as the pain increased then eased before vanishing. Two sets of mesmerized eyes stared at the place where the wound had been. A long pink scar ran down her leg where the wound had been. Her and Ajax looked at each other before the both scrambled up and towards their family. "Mama, Sister, Auntie! I can heal!" The words were bright and excited the terrible sights and sounds of earlier forgotten for a moment. Her gaze fell on her laughing mother then her aunt locked in the body of a child. She giggled, "Auntie Iona, I think you should stay like this. We can play easier now!" She pranced forward gleefully to try and nuzzle the black and white mare. Ajax sat beside Alysanne quietly watching as his curled tail twitched.
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Talk
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Magics:
{Safe} :: [ Magic: FirexSpark | Produces lightning from horns that heals minor wounds. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Larger wounds require more focus and energy. ]
Enchanted items
None
Rift-god / Kaos items
None
Amulets : (provide number)
None
Companion/s :
{safe} Companion: Griffin | Mythical, common | Zapping Jab | 1 month - RIFT BIRTH DATE Mid Drench 1173, OOC date June 10, 2017
Species change (if applicable) : Nope
Requests:
Items: Item: Accessory | Golden Peacock feather tied in her mane
Medium sized spotted deer skin bag
Small golden cuffs, one on each horn, engraved with lightning bolts
It doesn't want to consider itself broken. It's too powerful for that, the air itself charged in a way that speaks of unimaginable power. It might be bent, hells, nearly drained dry, but not broken.
The Rift doesn't break.
But it's also not what it once was—the earth shudders slightly, as if repulsed, but by what? The memory, or the difference? Or you—you ugly, protected souls thrown onto its doorstep?
Something in the shadows snarl. Maybe it's just the land.
Magic:
Healing: Can heal wounds by rubbing dirt on them.
Defensive: Able to pull earthen matter into a shield.
Crafting: Micro-organisms and nutrients leech from her hooves, causing plants to grow in her wake.
Items:
Defensive: A silver face plate decorated with a moon, which emits a soft glow at night. The face plate can retract into a circlet.
Amulets: A sound, like glass breaking, is heard; a spray of crystal shards and a splatter of blood and magic. They stain your side, seeping in, sinking through your skin and into your very ribs. It hurts—it hurts like you're on flame from a thousand fires—and when it slowly dies away.. a persistent, itching sensation lingers down the backs of your legs, and along your neck.
Not to mention how your shoulders ache.
You might not notice it immediately yourself, but your pattern has changed, and your color has turned to a deep green, but that's not all. By the end of next season, silver-glowing and void black feathers will have grown out down the backs of your legs, and replaced your mane. And your shoulders? You're growing in a set of double wings, Alysanne.
You're marked by Kaos now.
Companion:
Hemlock: Flammulated Owl
Obtained: March 29, 2014
Birth Date: Early Freeze, 1168
Frozen:
Cypress: Great Horned Owl
Obtained: June 24, 2017
Birth Date: Mid-Drench, 1173
[ TRANSFER NOTES: MIKA ]
Magic:
Transformation: Illuminates at night, reflecting the glow of the moon and stars - if there are moon and stars out.
[ TRANSFER NOTES: NAERYS ]
Magic:
Transformation: Can transform into a black Siberian cat.
Healing: Purple and white passionflowers grow where her hooves touch; the flowers have healing capabilities if ingested.
Amulets: Your amulets, they explode when Alysanne's do—something washes through you, something that feels a lot more benign than what your mother seems to experience. It is like a wave, a soothing balm for the soul, and when it fades away.. your wings are no longer gentle brown and white; they are a rich, metallic green, accentuated with black and blue. They smell very nice, like flowers on a summer's eve. The new, bright feathers spill down your chest, and adorn your fetlocks.
She tumbles through Portal, though she doesn’t notice the trip. It’s all she can do to keep Ru and Glasgow’s deaths from replaying over and over in her mind. Not even deaths, really, simply destruction. One minute they were there, and then they were gone, consumed by Kaos and his teal light. Teal. The color that she wears haunts her, the constant color of her downfall each time. First in Morham, now in Helovia. Yet it is her color still. She can’t think about it or about how many others might have died. She has no idea. She lost track before she went into the portal, and certainly more died after she’d left.
The Portal spits her out unceremoniously into some new forest, and she almost lands in a heap on the ground. At the last minute, self-preservation kicks in and she spreads her wings, tugging the winds around her so she can land a little more gracefully, though only a little. She manages to land on her feet, but she stumbles, nearly going down again. Not her most graceful landing, but she can’t find it in herself to care.
Her teal eyes start searching, and she moves through the horses that now crowd this dark and miserable forest. Another trend in her life, forests. She always seems to start in forests and end with teal. How many more times would her life go like that? Could this be the last time? Though hell, this doesn’t look like any place they could call home. Eyes peer out of the trees around her, and for the first time, the trees appear reach out with talons instead of with friendly fingers.
A familiar sound, a laugh so out of place here, catches her attention. She turns her gaze in that direction and the horses are familiar, though not immediately so. Lyanna knows that laugh though, and the filly with them is Zoeya. She makes her way over, looking a little incredulous as her gaze turns to the mare that is Alysanne but not really Alysanne. “Aly?”, and then to the filly that looks a whole hell of a lot like Iona, “Iona?” She laughs slightly, shaking her head. “We don’t match nearly as much anymore.”
She doesn’t know the young mare, though she turns her attention to Zoeya and Naerys with a pleasant nod at least, still full of manners even in the middle of a crisis. Her attention turns back to Iona and Alysanne, though her gaze keeps flickering away, looking for anyone else, entirely uncertain where to begin. Some of her friends had made it though, so certainly others had as well. She finds herself relaxing at the thought, hoping that the rest of this place wasn’t quite a petrifying as the Portal.
Magics:
{SAFE ]:: [ Magic: Wind | Able to summon gusts of wind. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | 10m radius ]\n{SAFE} :: [ Magic: LightxWind (P) | Healing winds surround her when injured, speeding healing process. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can only heal minor injuries on self ]\n\nEnchanted items\n{SAFE}:: [ Item: Silver Horn | Defensive. A silver horn which generates a wind shield when blown into ]\n:: [ Restrictions | Shield has a radius of around 3m and can block attacks ]\n\nRift-god / Kaos items\n[*}Kaos Amulet
Amulets : 1 (Kaos amulet mentioned above)
Companion/s :
n/a
Species change (if applicable) : n/a
Requests:
Normal Items:
:: [ Item: Necklace | Gold chain with ruby attached. ]
:: [ Item: Jewelry | A teal ear cuff with golf rim. ]
:: [ Item: Two fangs | Two large fangs on a string. ]
:: [ Item: Jewelry | A ruby and silver leg band. ]
:: [ Item: Armor | Defensive. Dyed leather and lightweight metal armor. ]
:: [ Item: Wing Armor | Defensive. Glass wing bands over the joint etched with a fire design. ]
It's a nice little family gathering, the Rift thinks—as much as a land can think—as it sorts through their souls with a desperate fervor. It's a nice little catastrophe to bring them all together. So many come through in groups, voices and hearts raw as they cry out for family.
Some is lost, some isn't, and perhaps the Rift thinks this is going a bit too nice for them, and perhaps it doesn't. It's not sure it has the same vicious streak as its finest champion, so it lets it slide.
As long as the souls come through. As long as there's magic to take. There's so much other sorrow and heartache and anger around them, enough to make up for their picnic. The presence dives deep into the latest addition to their party.
Magic:
Offensive: Ability to summon gusts of wind.
Healing: Automatically self-heals when injured. Healing takes the shape of warm winds surrounding her.
Items:
Defensive: A silver horn. When blown, it generates a magical shield of wind.
Amulets: Your amulet grows warm; not so warm as to sear your skin, but warm enough to be uncomfortable. It vibrates for a moment, like a content animal, and then seems to make up its mind—the chain shatters and the pendant grows tiny feet. It digs minute claws into your skin and climbs up your neck, up to your ear, and has the gall to actually bite it. It transforms into a black earring and slides through the hole it has made, locking with a decisive 'snick'. That ear goes slightly numb. A barely-heard voice registers in your mind. It never has any good suggestions.
07-16-2017, 10:07 AM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2017, 10:22 AM by Noëlle.)
HELOVIA: Heavenly Fields, Birth
Coolness surrounds the babe at first. All she can do is cry out with her untested lungs against the intangible air. Shivering from the drop of temperature that invades the surfaces of her skin. Her bright blue eyes are finally released. And while the world is muted in its grays, it is as vibrant as anything they have ever witnessed. The crying stops, her eyes are filled and overwhelmed by the strange things that inhabit the surrounding territory.
Before she can even give thought to her findings, warmth returns. As kisses that begin to ward the coolness, providing the newborn a fondness for these velvet lips. A laugh escapes the infant, she smiles without knowing it and her eyes beam up to take in her mother’s face.
She tries to nudge the larger form with her snout, missing Glasgow’s head entirely and veering suddenly against their neck. Pressing against it instead, grinning and laughing. With a hum she closed her eyes to take in Glasgow’s scent. It calmed the little one; it filled her spirit with an insatiable restlessness.
It spurned the child to shed the awful wet, and to stand, and run and move, and be like the warmth that is her mother. After several tries Noëlle stands on shaking limbs, crying out triumphantly. Before she can escape the final purchases of her mother, she is gifted the necklace. The little piece of the warmth and the kindness that abounds from Glasgow, inhabits the horn with a peculiar presence. It isn’t long before mother leads them onwards. The filly bounds along by her side, an itch, a tickle producing little fits of coughing as they travel along.
HELOVIA: Spectral Marsh
They join the growing crowds, pressing the girl close to her mother’s side. There are so many of them, so many voices and furrowed brows, gazes that tremble – muted facades lost within the throng. A booming voice erupts, startles the girl – she has never heard a voice that carried so much weight to it. As if it might collapse the things around her – including herself – should she defy its careful instruction.
It isn’t terror that immediately seizes her, when the bodies erupt into a green, illuminating smoke. The screams rather, and the cries strike a hidden chord that send an uncomfortable tremor through the girl. Her ears fold, and press against her skull as she looses her breath. A feeble whine escapes her.
Mother is already nudging her away. Noëlle is lost to the destruction from her small angle. The limbs of the people around her, and the ensuing, frantic atmosphere scramble her focus. Mother’s rough muzzle ushers her further into the lake of people, but it feels wrong to plunge ahead without her. The filly looks back, confused by her mother’s stern resolve.
By then she had already lost Glasgow to the crowd. Pushed and jostled ahead, Noëlle began to fight the current. A voice cried out for her mother, the same voice that would cry out for her name afterwards. Tears began to fall from her eyes, as soon as she started in a fit of coughs. Meanwhile the tall and steady form of Cassius came to her side.
“Mah?”
“Stay by my side, Noëlle.” His voice came out ragged, in a stern bark. Bold, despite having lost all substance to their voice. When she wouldn’t move, the stallion pushed her ahead. She trembled as they moved closer into the portal. The stallion looked ahead, ensuring the bodies would not cross her path beside them.
THE RIFT
Her muted world no longer existed. She entered the Rift with a heavy inhale, staggering along with the stallion beside her. This world was vibrant, ethereal between the shadows. The little one was exhausted already, cold from the moisture that clung to every surface and hair. She’d already forgotten about the necklace around her neck, tied around her mother’s horn, or the stallion, as she pressed herself against his warm forelegs. Moving her muzzle against his chest, and closing her eyes.
{link to SWP participation} n/a
Magics:
{SAFE}
{*]:: [ Magic: Earth | Able to craft with crystal ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Can craft 3 small items, 2 medium items, or 1 large item per season. ]\n \n{*}:: [ Magic: LightxTime | Able to extract information from glass or crystal objects by touching them ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Limited, incomplete knowledge from recent past (1 season); requires permission. ]\n \nRegular Items:\n{*}[ Item: Broken horn necklace | Piece of broken horn attached to string to form a necklace}
{*][ Item: Horn Goad | Defensive. A gold horn goad to protect the damaged part. ]\n \n Rift-god / Kaos items\n{*}n/a\n \n Amulets : 1 Earth Amulet\n \n Companion/s : \n[*}n/a
Magic:
Craft: Can craft with crystal.
Knowledge: Can extract knowledge from glass or crystal objects, but is always shown/told the direct opposite of the truth.
Amulet: Your amulet starts shrieking, a loud, high-pitched wail, until it explodes in a burst of black, acrid smoke. There's some green shining in there, but when the cloud fades, it's gone. All of it is gone. You're left with a faint burn mark, that's all.
The Portal
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