The Portal
yael
Yael waits. And waits. And waits. She stands quietly behind them all as they funnel through, the inner corners of her mouth raw and bloody from every time she bit her cheek to stifle another cry of despair. Isopia. Ru. Sacre. Ampere. And these are only the first of her tremulous thoughts. She adds them to those already on her list: Aviva, Rhys, Vanquish, Kratos, Krys… even those names are hard to remember. But she keeps them alive in her head, the victims she’s partially responsible for, the ones she will have to answer to come judgement day.
With the past comes a whole extra deluge of problems, something she literally hadn’t thought about until now: if she goes in to the Portal, there’s no coming back out, is there? Which means she leaves her whole family behind for good. Forever. There’s no going back. That more than anything, makes her start to panic.
Does he know what he asks of her? Does he know the sacrifice he demands of them, of the innocent, of those who just want to live their fucking lives? No, of course not, Kaos doesn’t give a shit, even about the clever little one. She stumbled upon a land that did him wrong and now she must pay, pay for nothing but an open, needy heart and a desire to see the good in the world. Who looked past the treachery to read his words? Who believed he was there for good? While a war wages along for the bodies and magics and lifeblood of Helovians, so does a war wage inside her for her future and her past. There are two options: try to flee the Portal and risk the shadows (and her son’s life!) or believe that she’s given her family everything she possibly can, that they don’t need her anymore, and that they long ago accepted her as dead. Move forward, or move back, there is no other course. Who’s death would she cause if she tried to run, to (somehow) find her way back to B’kanna?
And in the end it’s useless, isn’t it? What would happen to Zani?
Even with that realization, Yael cannot immediately bring herself to voluntarily walk through the Portal. When the tide stems to a trickle and the gasps and wailings of her fellow Helovians have quieted, when the dead are but smoke and the land is a graveyard, she walks to the edge of the suctioning force. Her gaze narrows as she looks into the abyss, feeling nothing but a mixture of numbness and constriction, a sense of paralyzing doom as her bonded shivers and frets in the curve of her shoulder blades. There isn’t much time now, and Yael has to take one last look back at Helovia… at what lies beyond. Just as she stood at the cliffs of the Edge a year, so stands she now on a precipice from which there is no turning back - she will never lay eyes on Etro again, see Zilpah’s daughter, look up at her handsome, kind Gaza, or laugh at Alek and Qatar. Her dreams are dust. Ashes. And there, they will remain.
Blindingly hot tears well in her eyes as she wrenches her head back around and allows the force to suck her in, hoping against all hope that she and Zani end up together on the other side.
When she arrives, beaten and bruised and sick thrice over (mentally, physically, emotionally), the tiny gold woman finds herself in a neon, mist-filled forest, like something out of a nightmare. Shadows seem to shift and writhe in the corners of her eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that she is halfway through her pregnancy, she would have immediately shifted into her dragon form, but no… she can’t risk it. Zani yowls from somewhere in the bushes, a sick sort of a sound that sours her stomach even further. The thoughts from him are jumbled into a general feeling of unwell and vomit and dizzy. He totters out of the shrubbery, unsteady and unfocused. She can do nothing but nuzzle him comfortingly and tenderly lift him up to his usual place.
They need to find someone… quickly. The sound of a childish voice (calling to another, maybe?) makes her ears twist towards it, and she loudly adds her voice to the mix. “Xello?... Xello?”
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
@Melita
@Clementine
Magic:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Ability to transform into a silver dragon. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Immobilized for 10 sec ]
Enchanted Items:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Item: Cloak | Defensive. Medium sized fleece cloak. Repels inclement weather. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Offers little protection in battle. ]
Rift God/Kaos Items:
Zani, her companion, was given to her by Kaos
Amulet:
1 Moon Amulet
Companion:
Zani - Serval - Early Drench, 1173 - Obtained June, 2017
Requests: Plz don't hurt Zani D:
Anything else goes!
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GIDON - unborn colt (Graasvoel x Yael)
Magic:
(*) SAFE - :: [ Magic: Earth | Becomes twice as strong when angry ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 sec. If engaging in violence while angry, exertion leaves him twice as drained. ]
