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Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Aurelia - 09-01-2014 With ears pinned and tail lashing out behind my white ass I pace back and forth, pissed off. There is no reason to be angry, but I am. I'm fucking pissed off at the Falls and the Edge. Kahlua, Kaj, Africa, Eris, Circuta, Destry's Mom, the Fucking Edge, they all piss me off. THISISLANDPISSESMEOFF. How dare it be peaceful?! HOW DARE-- Wow, I'm mad. Oh well, I like rage better then calm. How can I be calm when my enemies are out having fun while I'm here, stuck in a rut, unable to do anything with meaning. Oh, I wonder what it'd mean if I burn this island down... Hehe, it'd be quite fun. I stop pacing near a large tree. It's pink and looks healthy, but maybe I could catch it on fire... Maybe fire would be able to kill this place and make it fall on the veins! FUCK THE GODS. They stuck spiders in me and my mate. How dare they? Ya, I hate the gods too. But.. The Earth God's Feather. I bend my head to weather the chocolate feather hangs lazily in my mane. With surprising force, I rip it out of my mane. The feather is yanked out and thrown into the air along with a clump of my white mane that had been holding it. Whoever wants it, can chase it in the wind and get it. It's not mine anymore. Suddenly, my body explodes into hot flame. My surroundings shall be burnt if it's the last thing I do. I press my muzzle into the ground, hoping to set the ground ablaze. Everyone knows how easily fire can spread once it reaches grass! Then, after I assume everything is burning (I cant see it, there is fire and smoke in my eyes), I lean my hot body against the trees, hoping that'll go up in flames. Let the horses come, let them witness peace being destroyed. Let them witness me burning their home. Let me become a chaotic legend that will strike fear into everyone's minds. Let my name become a curse word. Let me become a force that should be avoided! LET ME WIN. ooc: @[Bellona] will be getting the feather. Anyone welcome! :D RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Adelric - 09-01-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Rei - 09-01-2014 Contently Rei's eyes scanned the island. Caela Insula. Even the name was appealing. There was no doubt in the pegasus' mind that it was a gift from the gods themselves. "Whoah! Her heart lurched as she spotted a pegasus on fire. How in the world.... Rei's thought was cut off prematurely as she realized how the mare had managed to get herself into such a situation. Apparently the flames were her own. They did not burn her, but she was willing to let them burn everything else. Seething she remembered the night she had spent putting out the fire in the meadow. The stricken faces of the animals who had been forced to flee from their homes came back to her mind. This reckless fool was about to doom creatures who called the island home to the same fate. What was her problem? "Stop." The word wasn't the command that she had wanted it to be. It didn't ring out with authority, it was a panicked mumble. Rei's voice was inexperienced with having to carry the weight of a command, or anger for that matter. And now it was having to suddenly cope with the weight of both being thrust upon it. "You! Quit that! Do you have any idea of what you are about to cause?" There. That was it. That was the tone she had wished to achieve. Ears pinned back Rei barreled towards the traitor that threatened the island. Over her dead body would someone destroy the tranquility of the sky's island. RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Midas - 09-02-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Bellona - 09-04-2014 grief never mended
any broken bones The child is far too strange for the bird's liking. Even upon her back -- where her hardened stare cannot reach him -- she can feel his body twisting, changing, morphing into something that it should not be. There really is no explanation for it, either; the Aztec had not known what the behemoth had been carrying in its pouch, just as she had not known what to expect when the babe rebuilt its own shell. How is that possible? I saw you lying on that shore. I saw you die! Her exclamations are not as silent as she thinks, and the child -- who has taken up the form of a young hyena cub -- buries his face into his mother's pretty feathers. The peahen might not have come to realize that she now shares a bond with the trembling rougarou, but he is certainly aware of it. Unfortunately for the newborn, however, he has not yet begun to experiment with this bond, and is unable to plead with his mother for silence. His mind is left vulnerable to the vehement woman's attacks, and so he seeks comfort in watching her swaying wings. Unshifting brown eyes gaze at the beautiful things as he is berated for his own survival. She may not feel the same way towards him, but ever since his arrival into this world, he has loved her -- and will always love her -- with his dying breath. Yet even with such a powerful feeling nestled between her wings, the peahen is ignorant of the boy’s true feelings. To her, his devotion is automatic; written into his very code like the genetic makeup of all living things. And so you should feel this, mictla. For without me, you would not have been saved. A stained neck twists itself so that a fiery orb can study her prize. “Do you know what you are, mictla? You are a vessel of death, just as I am one. We are omens, you and I. Miquiztetzahuitl. That is who we are.” The maiden turns to look back ahead, her jaw set and head held high as she delivers her charge with his first lesson. “I am cualneci-oquichtin. You are mictla. That is Nahuatl for ‘beautiful warrior’, and for ‘place of death’.” Her words are not as stern as they should be, and the Chieftess surprises herself with how freely she presents the abomination with information. Regardless of her uneasiness in knowing this, she parts her lips to carry on, having caught sight of something else that he must learn. “That is tletl, or fire. Do not touch that, for it-“ hurts. Her words trail off at the sight of the blazing tendrils, and her mouth sets itself in a frown. What is fire doing here? Broad instruments move in swift, determined strokes as the bird flies closer to the flames. She reaches into the recesses of her cranium for an explanation, but her eyes find the source of the danger before her mind has a chance to explain. The hybrid’s stare heats up just as the air does, and a scream rips free from her vocal cords as she darts towards the emblazed figurine. “AURELIA!” Her sudden shout stuns the hyena, and in response to his bonded’s panic he urges his bones to mold into something new. Spotted fur sheds itself until there is only naked flesh, but even that is quickly and smoothly replaced by a fresh layer of down. A tiny muzzle stretches out into a hardened beak, and brown eyes sink backwards until they are no longer set at the front of his face. Useless wings erupt from chubby sides while unwanted legs fold into the body. Near the end of this transformation, the rougarou chirrups in response to the beauty’s next chorus (which sounds something like, “HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE AROUND HERE”). He isn’t sure why the pretty lady suddenly yearns for the blazing mare’s blood, but he also doesn’t know much about his ferocious steed. What he knows for certain, though, is that the porcelain bird has felt his mother’s wrath before. Why this is so important to the rainbow right now is unknown to him. The speeding vixen seems not to care about whether he understands her or not, just as she cares not for any of the others who have gathered here. They are merely side shows to what is about to be the main attraction. A wicked smile replaces the frown that dances on her parted maw. Let the meteor react to the rainbow as she sees fit. words. "more words." Bellona alan l @ flickr | subtlepatterns.com | larfsalot @ deviantart
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Aurelia - 09-04-2014 The first to approach the Divergent Aurelia, is nothing special. A mere foal-- a pawn in the game of chess. He asks me why the fire does not burn me, but all I can do is laugh. My words are thrown into the air like a bullet out of a gun, quickly and loudy. "HAHA, oh how I wish I were immune! I burn after prolonged exposure! No one is naturally immune to their magic without an upgrade, unless you magic is something frilly and weak." Like healing magic, or passive magic, too. I look away from the foal as my scenery burns a bright orange. The next to arrive is more than a pawn, but less than a bishop. A knight of some sort? Oh, you don't know chess? She is not unimportant, but far from the most important. "Oh, the mare from the Throat! I don't believe we got off on a good start!" Shall we even mention the cougars and my rude comment about trying to talk to the cats? It was an absurd idea to try to communicate with cats. "Do not tell me what to do, polka dots." My voice is stern, so much so it spooks me, but I like the power behind every word, as if I was meant to be some sort of powerful being. Who am I kidding? I'm fit to be queen of anything! except.. fire, perhaps? Now comes a more important part to the story. The spotted Sultan of Dragon's Throat (at least that was how it was when I was part of the herd.) As he begins putting out my fire, I let my body cool back to it's normal self. My white pupils focus on the stallion that seems somewhat... important to this conversation. The very one who started my insanity? "I'm just madness, inside to out. Why do you seek to know about me? Why do you put out my fire? It is all I have left." I let my ears flatten against my skull. With a loud grunt I begin to turn away from them. Before I begin walking away, the tackiest colored mutant freak joins us. "I can show my face wherever I want. This is not the Edge's land. I'm on bad terms with the Hidden Falls. I'd rather not sees those that suffocated me and stole my feathers, but I still have to look at them, don't I? I do not care if you want to see me or not. If you find me repulsive, look away. Please tell Kahlua that if she wishes to speak to me, she should not send her brightly colored peacock to find me. Or if you're from the Falls, well... I don't really care then. Eris and Circuta are no longer in my worries, and I shouldn't be in theirs." My voice is steady yet there is rage behind my words. My thoughts aren't strung together neatly, but what do they expect from a fireball? These horses don't deserve this island! They are as greedy as I am! I'm almost sure there are many horses here who have thought about challenging a lead. If they were have as wimpy as they are, perhaps they would take action. I do not fear failure, I grab it by the horns and dance till death. RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Adelric - 09-04-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Rei - 09-06-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Midas - 09-07-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Bellona - 09-10-2014 grief never mended
any broken bones Had the vixen ignored the others present here she certainly noticed them now. At the scorching wench's speech a plethora of emotion rises up to mix with her fury; the bird may hasten towards outrage, but the flicker of an ear towards her Czar indicates that she has received his words. As much as her skin itches to redirect another sort of fire back at the bitch, the color-stained warrior must admit that her leader is right. Diving to the right -- which throws the squawking boy into the base of one wing -- the bird arcs back towards her lead. She finds her place beside him, lazily keeping her body there as if she has done it a thousand times before. The maiden may hold a new place among his herd, but that will not halt her desire to be closer to the top. She casts a glance over to the stout little man. Her burning eyes may betray her suspicion, but her lips certainly do not. "As you see fit, Midas." The Aztec redirects her stare to that of a frosted boy, and her heartbeat starts to quicken. What is one so young doing out here? It is a dark curiosity that she possesses; one filled more with distrust than with genuine interest, although the feeling is not directed at the colt. "As soon as that tzitzimitl makes a move on the boy, though, do not expect me to remain by your side." Her words are cool, but the Chieftess wants the hovering man to know that she will strike as soon as the girl does. She doesn't care that the painted man is trying to reason with the explosive firecracker down below, and she certainly doesn't care whether he will find her act treasonous or not. The bird yearns only for an excuse to tear a pretty white strip off the shrieking lass, and an assault on the child is just what she's looking for. Make a move, ichpochtlaheliloc. I dare you. In all of the peahen's intensity she seems to have forgotten all about the boy who sits between her churning wings. His fluffy white face twists from one side to the other, focusing his stare on one screaming female to the next. He doesn't know what to make of the white one; the one who burns like the sun. All that he knows is that she is dangerous, and he is uncomfortable with the fact that his mother wishes to touch her. Kill her, more like. Yet even in the chick’s uncertainty of the Aztec’s intentions he knows that he will be safe. Perhaps he is being too assuming of her character. He doesn’t know the pretty lady very well, after all. His flightless body shivers at the thought. words. "more words." {tzitzimitl -- demon ichpochtlaheliloc -- young evil woman} Bellona alan l @ flickr | subtlepatterns.com | larfsalot @ deviantart
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Aurelia - 09-28-2014 The foal pipes up and a large chesire smile lights up on my face. Truly, I am delighted. "Studying me, eh? Are you some sort of spy? Or, perhaps.... a scholar?" My full attention is focused on the boy. Inverted pupils stare at him. My gaze is unwavering as I continue to stare at him, both curious and annoyed. What could a little foal ever do for me? If I just nabbed him now, I would have to wait until he was grown before actually doing anything with him. Until then, he'd be a gun without bullets. "I could light up again. However, I don't want sand thrown on me." I turn my hot gaze at Midas for a split second, but when my focus is away from the boy, everyone else's voice bang around in my ears, forcing me to listen. "Mad or not demonstrate some self control. You are a grown mare for heaven's sakes." "I don't consider a newly aged three year old grown, but whatever polka dots wants, I guess." The nickname is not intended to be rude, now. It is merely a name, something forgotten after it's host dies. Names... why are they so important? I would not object to change my name, in fact it might be a pleasant update. "I won't conform to what you want me to be. If you don't like me, don't let the door hit you on the way out." My ears flatten as I bare my teeth at her. Even through my harshness, Rei offers me a fresh start if I quite being destructive. "Africa won't let me back in. If you must know... I had left the Throat as a yearling. She had said I would always be welcome back, but upon visitation she did not allow me back. I've run out of fresh starts, you see. The Falls horses will surely decapitate me if I show up there again. The Basin is full of racists." At least that was what the golden goat stallion had said to her during her meeting with Destrier. "And I know for a fact, Kaj will slay me if I even come near his herd." I keep my gaze pinned on Polka-Dots. "I'm fine with being alone. Then I won't have some leader shouting commands at me." Or even a very hormonal Medic screaming at me. I am silent towards Midas, afraid that if I open my mouth emotion that I've been hiding will pour out. I keep quiet, a padlock on my lips. In my silence, I have turned from them. This conversation should end now before it escalates to them building me a prison right here. Would that be so bad? At least if I were to be in a prison, I would have food and water... and I would know where my place is, but out here... Every man for himself. The parrot says stuff and I reply in a mumble. "Why would I attack a foal? I do have children of my own. Though, I guess in your eyes, I'll be perceived as a slut, right?" It was only inevitable. I didn't turn around at all to face them. In fact, I walked a few paces away from them before my ivory wings unfolded. The scar under my wing was very visible, but that was not my intention. No, my intention was to fly away. There were other scars along my body. Another prominent one, was from the black cat that had been the lightning mare's companion. The cat had bitten my shoulder-chest area right before Circuta had knocked me out. Then it had turned out the cat was the companion of my mate's mom. Destry, my mate. Where has she been? Everything is fucked up, isn't it? ooc: So sorry for the wait! Also, this kinda sucked x-x ALSO, I think she'll take flight next post unless someone like runs at her and attacks her :3 RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Adelric - 10-03-2014
RE: Aurelia Burns Everything: Remix - Kiara - 10-03-2014
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