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RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Kratos - 09-03-2015 Lazarus has got no dirt on me and I'll rise to every occassion I'm met with responses almost immediately. The first doesn't come from the tri-colored hybrid I'd directed my words to, but a lady of ivory and rosen hues. Her words are wise, and I find myself in agreement to them. Though I wish to see little more than for a God to fall dead at my feet, I am not so foolish as to think such a feat is easy, if not near impossible. A mortal is all that I am, nothing more and nothing less, a fact I've come to accept long ago. My intentions were simple enough, to give her a proper answer to all that she asked and explain myself, but I'm cut off just as I begin. This one is colored similarly to myself, wrapped in a coat of midnight with faint markings that crept down her front legs. The corners of my lips curl ever so slightly upward at her remark. "No God is a God of mine," I say, "But I must agree in that you've done us all a favor." There is no time to speak further, as it was the Goddess herself speaking to me next. My ears flatten and press against my neck, but before I could even begin to process what the violet mare had said, I found myself being suddenly hurled backwards. Before I knew it, I was hitting the hard ground with an audible thud!, followed by a sickening snap!. Gritting my teeth together, I hissed in a deep breath, which only seemed to do little more than cause a sharp pain to shoot throughout my being. That damned bitch had broken a rib, possibly two; all I knew was that it fucking hurt. With as deep a breath as I could muster, I pulled myself to my feet just as complete chaos ensued. The arrival of the wolf God was like a mental knot of annoyance, just as that incessant screaming of some idiot was in the background. In truth, I wanted both deities dead, but my sights were set on the violet Goddess. Luckily, it didn't seem I was alone in my quick hatred of the Lady Moon. Slower now I was with short, sharp breaths, but nonetheless I charged forward, movement more sluggish than it should have been, intending to come around to the Goddess' left side. Lowering my head, I rushed towards her, horns positioned to be used like a battering ram to crash right into her lithe side. "Talking talk here." [TEAM SCREW YOU GODS. Admins have permission to have their way with Kratos so long as he isn't killed plz :D A couple of ribs are broken due to being thrown by Moony. With a bit of a struggle he gets up, then intends to charge at her and use his horns like a battering ram into her left side. Mentions: HOTARU, SIALIA, TIMOTHY, MOONY] RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Ranjiri - 09-03-2015
Reluctantly Team Moon Goddess RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Mirabella - 09-03-2015 The last fight, for the most part I had stayed out of it. I had no real motivation or loyalty other than to those from the Basin to fight. I had merely been there if needed, and when I wasn't I had faded into the background like always. I had become good at that. This whole being a loner thing. Instead I had traveled even farther south. If the place where the waterfall red blood red was new and brought in by our beloved God of the Spark.... What if, well what if the other Gods had similar plans. I had not been around when the Goddess of the Moon had been revealed as the ultimate killer. Sure she had been using the Sultan from Dragon's Throat.... But he was not to blame. I could not blame him for my birth mother's death when he had only been a puppet in that bitch's sick and twisted plan. Oh how I hate the purple bitch. I had never gotten to say goodbye. To tell my mother that even though I had been horrible and a brat, I still loved her. She was the best mom she knew how to be. Will I pretend that she had been a better Mom than Hotaru? No I won't. My half sister's mother had stepped in after the Goddess had seen fit to murder my mother. She was there and tending to my wounds, now scars, when I finally had returned home. I am lost in my thoughts, until the sight of dark mists meet my violet rimmed aqua eyes. Darkness and mists were only normally connected with one name. My body react before I even can comprehend why I am charging forward. The Moon Goddess had to be close! This would be the first time I would see her since my mother's murder... What will I say, or do? I want her to die, to feel the pain that my own dam surely had felt. But what mortal could ever kill a God on their own. When I arrive, I quickly spot Hotaru among those gathered. It is to her side, and Alice's that I go. I stand, quiet as my eyes lock on the purple frame of the killer. My entire body trembles as I stare her down. I watch in silence as she makes two disappear and one is flung backward. No wonder she is so hated. A killer and a pompous bitch. Time for someone to bring you down to size... I knew if enough of us acted, we might be able to make her pay. But that would be the key. It's only when a wolf appears that I wonder if this would be our chance. The banter between the Wolf God and the Moon Goddess bores me. Why? Because I don't give a shit about either one. Had this been any of the other Gods, I might of cared. But its her. Everyone suddenly surges into action. Some move for the Wolf God, just as we had to attack the Bear before him. A couple move to protect the Wolf from those attacking.... But it's the ones that charge the Goddess that make a wicked grin spread across my lips. I barely glance over to Hotaru, only to notice a single tear. I had forgotten that the bitch killed both of her parents. That sealed my choice. As Hotaru springs into action, I sit back for a moment to watch. Two hurricanes seem to be heading in two different directions. I wonder who wields which one, if anyone. It's then I make my choice. I break into a canter first, then a full on gallop as my determination gives me confidence. I lower my glass horn, taking aim on my target. The Wolf God, could wait. I may never get a shot like this again. I race forward, aiming for the left flank of that purple bitch. "FOR MY BIRTH MOTHER!" I scream at first, my voice mixing with another call. He had lost his brother. "FOR EVERYONE THAT YOU FUCKING TOOK FROM US YOU COWARDLY BITCH!" Oh yeah, I went there. Deal with it Moony. Cause payback, is a bitch too. "Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in." Mirabella
TEAM SCREW YOU MOONY Races forward and aims to stab her glass horn into the Moon Goddess's left flank RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Ulrik - 09-03-2015
[[Permission given by hawk to mention Haldir!]] TEAM PROTECT PHI Ulrik guards Phi, throws his scorpion at Haldir Kirchoff goes for the foreleg of the wolf RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Mesec - 09-03-2015
table by Frostie mentions: @Aviya, @Najya, @Ampere, @Vitani, @Sacre mostly but a couple other name drops in there just cause TEAM ADDED-TO-THE-CHAOS but basically Team Moon - moves to protect Najya, Vitani, Sacre, his mom and the gang near by when the wolf lunges but Aviya gets there first - notices a second shadow-wolf counterpart coming at Aviya from the side and uses the below magic to shroud himself in shadow and reappear closer to the wolf, going to attack :: [ Magic: Dark (U) | able to teleport through shadow and shroud himself in it to disappear ] :: [ Restrictions | May be used to evade an attack or travel quickly across the battlefield and can turn invisible for 20 seconds at a time ] - is distracted by Ranjiri's pleas, which trigger his second magic (below), and send him to the ground, screaming and in convulsions :: [ Magic: Dark | Unwillingly transforms into a shadow beast during which he does not remember the events ] :: [ Restrictions | Transformation is painful, rending him immobile for 10 seconds and the beast form is still solid ] - when he stands he is in full warg form RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Resplendence - 09-03-2015
Team Heal Any Helovians?
Resplendence stands off to the side, prepared to heal and avoid fighting as much as possible (unless in self defense if required later). Valiance circles the fight from above in an attempt to give Resplendence warning of something dangerous coming her direction.Also --- Contest Winner RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Aithniel - 09-03-2015 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. Okay well. She had thought that this was going to go well. The Moon Goddess appeared. A gigantic wolf creature appeared. There was a call to arms. Everything occurred as per the usual with familiar faces all here from the Bear God. The sores on her body were still aching and oozing, but she tried not to pay any mind. Normal battle things happened. She sort of snoozed through the beginning arguments and snickered at a few Helovian's getting blasted away or just disappeared. And then chaos. A big number of Helovians went straight for the moon goddess herself, and she paused, staring incredulously at the group. No, she wasn't pleased at the goddess either - in fact she rather hated the moon, but this was madness, right? There were safety in numbers, however. Was this her chance? Would her father praise her for attacking a goddess? Or would she be shunned for her actions? Aithniel was crippled for a moment, and that was when she made her choice. Her father was the God of the Sun. The Moon Goddess had committed grievous crimes. Wasn't their entire existence about setting right the wrongs of Helovia from their own gods? Weren't they to provide balance? Wasn't she supposed to be the hand of judgment? Maybe this was her chance. There was so much balanced on this decision, and she finally tore herself away from her spot. "Goddess of the Moon! For your crimes against Helovia, I judge you guilty!" Aithniel burst into flames then, the fire she summoned burning bright, silver eyes shifting with power. Spreading her wings, she launched into the air, leaving clouds of ash in her wake. The sun child summoned a large orb of fire and threw it toward the goddess, hoping to get her attention off the others. Briefly, she turned toward the wolf and threw a fireball at it too, just to show that she was pro-Helovia and all. She was just using this situation to her advantage. There were enough fighters against the wolf, she thought. Aithniel dove toward the Moon Goddess, landing firmly on her cloven hooves and summoning her fire again. "They deserve their rage. We all do. You were an unbeatable tyrant, but we learned that gods do bleed. This is for Hototo and all those bodies you left, bloody and broken, for us to find." Team anti-moon god...
Aithniel throws a fireball at moon god, and she throws a fireball at the wolf
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Najya - 09-03-2015 Najya Oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea, like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me. The others arrived soon after. Najya could hardly process what was happening. The faces weren't familiar - not many in Helovia were. Not yet. However she knew why there was such disdain for the Moon Goddess even though she was relatively new to this place. It was enough for her to find a home and lose one all in the span of a few weeks. She didn't know the particulars, but it was enough to motivate a peaceful herd into war just because of the aftereffects. She didn't need the details to know considerable damage had been done. However what she did know was that she trusted Mesec regardless of his lineage. She had meant what she had said to him not so long ago: We are more than the stories that surround us - so much more. Sometimes pain blinded us to that; the true reality of things. Then the world exploded into chaos. Everything boiled over and all at once it all came crashing down. Pain for those who had never healed became too much to bear. Others fought to preserve what they perceived to be the balance of things. Others stood stunned as the flames erupted before them - emotions acting like incendiaries and just fueling the flames that raged all around them. There was no line between right and wrong anymore. There was only hurt. Anger. Passion. The raw feelings that bled life into a conflict. Najya wouldn't fault anyone - not those who chose to avenge their families, not those who fought for their god - whichever god that was, and certainly not Mesec for defending his family. The little mare's motivations were simply this: protect. Protect her friends. Protect her new home. This was not a fight she would run from. Twice she ran from battles, but not this time. This time she would stand. She did not move from her spot near Mesec's flank as her hazel eyes flitted over the scene unfolding around her. Najya eyed the shadows spawned by the wolf-god. While others attacked the wolf directly - these creatures continued undeterred. When one swings closer, she's instantly on alert - it's as good an opportunity as any. But in an instant, Mesec disappears - re-engaging with the wolf so much nearer to where the creature is. Magic. Handy in a situation such as this. She takes off in his direction - pushing herself to catch up and assist where she can. And then he screams. It almost freezes her mid-step. The air leaves her lungs in one big woosh. But she grits her teeth and pushes harder. She engages the wolf as Mesec falls - kicking out with both hind legs, trying to land a kick on the shadow-wolf but she's uncertain if hooves with even find purchase on a creature made of shadow. When she looks back, she's stunned by what she sees. Not the wolf - but Mesec. Sprawled on the ground convulsing as if someone was pumping an electric current straight into his heart. "MESEC!" she screamed. Her eyes rolled frantically - trying to see if it was the magic of another that was causing such a reaction, but in the chaos it was impossible to ascertain. Najya knew that Mesec wouldn't be able to defend himself from the shadow-creatures now so the little mare whirled around to face the shadow wolf - doing her best to keep herself between the shadow and her prone friend. But something has happened. Because the form sprawled upon the ground isn't the silvery stallion she knows. While doing her best to keep an eye on the wolf, she edges closer to the wolf-creature that was once Mesec, uncertain of what has happened to her friend. "Mesec? Are…are you okay?" She asks, quietly, her voice barely audible over the chaos but the concern echoes across the labyrinth. TEAM MESEC/MOONY Najya watches the scene unfolding. However as the shadow wolves approach she attacks one by trying to kick it with her hind legs and then stands between it and Mesec as he has a very bad, traumatizing nap and wakes up as a shadowbeast. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Dvorak - 09-03-2015 Vory decided instantly that he was not liking this purple goddess with the snide attitude. He stiffened at her tone, narrowing the slits of his golden eyes. Who was she to act like this? Still, he remained silent, learning more from listening at this moment than lashing out with the rage rising like a frozen ocean beneath the surface. Apparently she was claiming this land for her own and for this 'Helovia' and the rest of these beings were from this land. All of them appeared healthy and normal, so he was intrigued. Either way, he wanted out of this damn maze of green. He didn't want to have to babysit the princess from these shadows any longer. The Goddess sent away a few of her foolish subjects, and he watched with a raised brow, stirring only when a massive force appeared in the distance, his black coat the thing of horror stories and legends. Vory turned to face the monster, expression turning hard as stone in his anger as white stripes began to appear, sliding up his body and wrapping around his chestnut neck. At the very least, this Goddess was claiming to protect all of them now, and he was comfortable with those words. He knew enough crude generals who meant well but didn't express it right. When the battle began, he was shocked by how many of her subjects turned on her, but he was not going to get involved in that storm. Instead, he lunged forward, solid hooves pounding against the earth as he let free the anger he held toward this monster. Psychotic rage made his golden eyes nearly flash, stripes completely white as he flashed his tail around for balance. There was no sound to his anger. No growl. No yelling. He was white noise, a temper sharp, quick and venomous. He wanted this thing to die so he would no longer be watching over his shoulder, running like a western coward. Vory didn't pay attention to anyone else, really. The man was used to fighting alone, battling on his own and stabbing his way to the top with intelligence, wit and cruelty. If everyone else stayed out of his way, he would stay out of theirs, and he used this logic to approach the wolf, aiming for a back leg with his horns. Bracing his neck, he aimed to run straight into the wolf's leg, hoping to catch it with his tough, curled ram's horns. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Tandavi - 09-03-2015
TEAM MOONY Natraj runs around the wolf's feet, trying to bite them with fire coming out of his tails. Tavi mimics Lace's magic, throwing an exploding miniature sun into the wolf's face. @Lace, @Random Event for bloodfalls herpes RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Esk - 09-04-2015
Team WTF IS GOING ON Wakes up in the battleground and runs to @Badger, looking for clarification on what is going on RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Tiamat - 09-04-2015
The ocean mare had been hoping that the rumors of the impending battle had been just that—rumors, whisperings, and hearsays—with no validities to bring truth to the ghastly words. However, when she catches the sounds of battle once again, her heart quickens in her dread as she canters swiftly to the scene, lead seeming to grow in her bones with each step and weighing down her body when she finally breaches the sparse clearing. What Tiamat sees makes her heart come to a painful, shuddering halt as it drops into her stomach. It is similar to what she had witnessed in the Blood Falls—their own deity fighting another, masses of others swarming around them, attacking one another and clawing their way to the monstrous Wolf. It makes her sick to watch such brutality. “Stop,” the ocean mare chokes out, the plea a dying whisper against her lips, caught and smothered as quickly as it had appeared by the cries of battle. She doesn’t want to see them fighting. There are other ways, there are always other ways, violence is never the answer and in her heart she implores them to see this. She is untested and inexperienced in the ways of the world (a white light in the haunting darkness) and she feels the sadness coil across her features to witness such hate. “Please stop!” She pleads again, a little louder this time, but she knows it is far from enough. As much as it hurts her heart, Tiamat recognizes there is nothing she can do or say that would end the battle now—the war, the call for blood and the thirst for vengeance. It is too far gone. Inhaling another trembling breath in an attempt to steady herself, the ocean mare musters up her courage again and descends into the warzone, lingering along the fringes (so out of place she feels, in this forest of ferocity and gore). White eyes, doe-like and wild now in her anxiousness, skirt around the figures, trying to pick out the wounded from the masses. From the ground she picks herbs and sprigs that she recognizes, gathering them in preparation for the trauma she is sure will come. notes; TEAM GODDESS (technically, she doesn't officially take sides)
Coming upon the battle, Tiamat recognizes there is nothing she can do to stop the violence, so wanders along the fringes of the battle. She collects herbs and searches for the wounded.
“Speech.”
And at last I see the light.
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Tatiana - 09-04-2015
chyort = damn TEAM GODDESS Tatiana attacks the wolf with her metal-covered antlers by aiming for/lunging for the ribs just after @Tandavi light explosion attack. As a result, she's experiencing some temporary vision problems post-attack. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Crystarius - 09-04-2015
TEAM GODDESS Stands back and watches for a bit before making his move. Notices Öde moving to attack Nuray, and Tembovu attempting to attack Öde. Charges towards them, giving the battle breathing room by circling around. Attempts to slam his chest into Öde's right hip, then pivots and kicks with his rear legs at Öde's front right leg. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Thranduil - 09-04-2015 Thranduil
This felt good. Oh so good. And dirty. Like a guilty pleasure. The lavender lady flashes him a smile, and his matches hers as he stands in her guard, watching. It tingled his nerves like a shiver in the cold. Bracing but with undeniable pleasure. Yet being in the shadows did not mean he faded. No, that golden son, he shone and he didn’t give a damn today who saw it. It felt too good to hide. Too right. His brash smirking grin lit his face and he wasn’t trying to hide it. There others coming, ones who should see this side of him. Who should find him on more neutral ground with composed faces and reverend glances. But god damnit he didn’t care! Like a snapping of a twig the binds about his crown broke in this place and company. Here was the golden sun for all to see, and he would be damned if politics restricted him now. Of course that didn’t mean he was idiotic enough to be completely won over. After all, though she felt like a silk glove, the goddess had the bitter taste of cheap polyester, not to mention the copper stains of her murders still lingered. But somehow the disjunction only made it all the more fun. Of course he looked like her little ribbon, wrapped so tight about her fetlock, but it would be a mistake to take the image for face value. Though he placed himself in her vanguard, the golden was too much of a dark heart to claim unending loyalty. Such a small matter though, and nothing your quick judgmental eyes would notice. Just because he hung quietly in the shadows did not mean he didn’t fade remember? Sharp mind rolled through those who gathered. The announcement of @Mesec ’s heritage was a curious note. It made the golden chuckle to think of their meeting that day under the tree. Oh how he had retold the story of his own mother’s downfall. The Laurelin had to give him credit, the Nightwind had some skill. Espeically, it seemed when it came to the ladies, he noted, as a fair girl trailed after him. His vanguard, those of the Basin began to come in as well. @Ashamin, the faithful, came beside the golden, gaining him a quick nod and was that a wink? Haldir was most excited by this development as well. Infected by his bonded’s emotions running on overdrive, the dark stag turned and began the playful sport they always picked up. For once the golden didn’t care. He was far too busy watching others come. Rexanna. Rikyn. Ulrik, who’s distance was noted with a one of the few sour glances. A pale mare of the Basin (Eden). Hotaru, who while passively ignored, was noted. Especially given how she stood a distance away. Sialia, who in this mood was awarded a most mischievous grin. Of course not everyone seemed so happy to be here, and that perhaps was the more humorous parts, especially considering the poor bastards were largely in horrendous shape. Especially when @Ophelia walked out the laughter hissed under his breath. He nodded to her as he caught her eye. “Forsaken….” It teased. She was quick to snap back at him though. But it missed its mark. Flecking off like a dark on steel armor. “Good lord darling, maybe red isn’t your color. Are those from your new identity?” Perhaps she was getting a little too close to her boyfriend. He smiled back in her the same kind, and noted as several joined beside her. There were many moving tenderly with sores and it twisted the golden’s face to already smell the coppery lingering of blood. Especially Erthe and Shadow, the pair who had found their way to his doorstep looked horrendous. He hoped they weren’t planning to try and go back to the ice like that. There was also the Dragon Throat section. Like clichés they hung out among themselves, Gaucho, the firey bay he’d met before, the girl he had met in the forest (Ranjiri), and the blue bird Ampere. She especially he didn’t prefer to see him, but perhaps there recent exchange would soothe this image. Not far Aithniel and a very much grown Isopia stood, with the same looks of punished children. With a most wicked satisfaction he foresaw the glimpses of a tide surging up. He always had said that little firebird possessed what she had found, and it pleased him greatly to see it bubbling, barely underneath the surface. A voice sounds behind him, breaking his scanning of the growing crowd. Crowned head turns back to see a sight that really makes his laugh from deep in that dark chest. The drama queen, Aurelia, was reaching for a few tail hair, with the Good Doctor, D’Art, warning her. It was too late though, and with a wild grin the golden watched the mare flick off without a second thought, in the powers of the Moon. With a flash she turned on others, with the golden watching from his place with a vicious grin. Sialia’s poor expulsion was a bit harsh perhaps, after all, there was in his chest some sense of pity for the dear girl. But he couldn’t bring himself to feel that sorry for her. The only time his frown dropped in those moments was when @Hotaru ’s name slipped from those lavender lips. His head quickly turns to look upon the Goddess, and there flashed, just for a brief moment, uncontrolled and unhidden (due to the freedom his emotions were playing with at the time), a flame at its tone. It was just a second though and he caught himself. Returning to grin at the sass she threw to the others, very much willing to forget the Lady of the Basin. It was a confining subject. Her shadow pressing him like it did in the cave, and he, like before, always preferred to shove past her, and move back into the light like nothing happened. Because nothing happened right? There were others who were equally entertaining, and quickly made the golden forget that rather sticky moment. Of course they go to the amusement park without paying the fee now could they? And unfortunately it looked like they did not take group rates. A voice seeps into the mists of the gathering, and the golden glances to the dark goddess beside him. He follows the conversation, with earth eyes growing sharper, and icey. Not cold and concealed, but shark like ice crystals, a hot cold. A burning freeze. Oh but that smile never falls, it never slips, even if it curls into a smirk. Alright perhaps her overly energetic rallying cry was a dull bore, but by then it didn’t matter. The tension which had bubbled under the eyes of so many released, and the chaos fly like a hurricane. Literally. --------------------------------------- Everything happened so quickly. Lochan was snatched up from beside Haldir, and the dark stag calls after him, but already in his mind the command. ”Al, tolo” [No, come.] The pained look breaks like cracked glass to reveal the wondrous affection. He was wanted. The golden was not sending him away. He was wanted. Haldir’s large pale eyes stare up at his bonded in amazement, but they find the face turned, scanning the churning tides of bodies, and rising to move. And like a snap to attention he steps forward with an edge never before seen on him. His antlers held for the first time like the weapons they were and chest puffed out proudly as he stepped up beside his bonded. It was a shame the golden didn’t notice, he might actually have been proud. His mind was a whirl of processing, and as shapes moved, he calculated and moved as well. Adrenaline and hot blood worked faster than Helovia’s best healers to end the ache of his neck. The crowned head snatched back like a flash, unrestricted, and grabbed the black cloak, throwing to his side, where it fell on Haldir’s back. The deer shook the cloak, not liking its constraints and erasure of his proud place. But the golden was on the move. Stepping off at a canter, and the stag was damned if he would be left after such a long desired call to battle. Roar of battle quickly rose from nothing as many shouted curses and sirens of hate. Some screamed just to scream, and other already cried in agony. But the golden was deaf. His mind sharp as a tack to the coming blades. The Laurelin rushed up from the vanguard of the Goddess, head lowered. But there was a figure sweeping up beside him, pink and small (@Mirabella). Connections jump off and fly. It had been by Hotaru. The herd meeting. Her daughter. Racing towards the goddess. With shouts and purpose fueled by hate. Teeth ground and head tossed up high to draw off the blood thirsting blades. Yet the golden stays his course, and the strong, sharp shoulder leans out, aiming for her young frame. He did it without thinking. In the throes of battle where time and thought are of little place. Where half feelings, and confusion don’t belong. He aimed to shove the girl from harm, but not for her sake. No time to think, no time to pause. Another second and he’s passed her. As head rolls back around from his toss up his lips whisper under the heavy breath and still ever wide grin. “Anduil.” It snapped sharp and a silver line extended with electric speed encasing his body. But it fit like a glove, a well-loved worked in glove. His prized armor, his precious, flashing in the dark scene. Shadows and roars rose above just as he came before the Goddess. He knows that voice. @Aithniel. It was too short and quick to pause and reflect, but oh if he had the sheer joy that would ripple through him. There was no doubt now, she knew her power and she possessed it. It sends shivers down his spin, and a wider grin on his lips. Hinds bend under him, sending cloven hooves digging into the soft earth as his slides to a halt, throwing his armored head up in time to see a raging fire ball light and scream towards him. Another roar was rising in his ears (Hotaru’s hurricane magic), but he was too focused. Teeth grab at his collar and unclick a stone ( A MOON AMULET: used to capture Aithniel’s magic), coming back to face it to the flame, praying its dark depths felt the need to protect its master. Quick as he had held it up the golden tilts his head and flung it (hey maybe throwing his crap around in his cave in rage did help) in the direction of the howls and roars of wolves. (Shoots Aithniel’s captured magic at the wolf). As head turns back forward and passes where the flame came from he lets loose his roaring laughter of a voice. “Your aim’s off Aithniel!” Had he been burned? Did the flame make it? Could he even be heard? It was too fast, to chaotic to tell. Honestly he was in too good a mood to even notice. As his eyes leave Aithniel they fall back to his target, but she’s gone. Harks pin back as a roar of wind and shaking of earth begin to throw him in more confusion. And pausing his steps for a second, though it seemed an eternity in battle. It was getting to be too much, and he turned to call upon Haldir’s powers. But the moment catches a glimps of white and the golden’s grimace turns to a smile. “Iuitho angol bo Ophelia. Avorn!” [Use magic on Ophelia. Fast!] The hidden deer heard, and moved. He had been clinging to the side of his bonded. He wanted to be brave. Oh how he wanted to set forth the with the golden on the heels of flaming war, but the fire from above and the rising howls of agony cowed him. And he had shrunk under his hidden place. But now. Now he was called. And it, like shot of caffeine at midnight surged through him. He was needed. He was powerful. The golden was not afraid. He would not be afraid. Slipping round the back of the gold the deer tears off into the throws of battle, spying a flickering from of the previous lady. The raging winds (of Hotaru’s storm) tore from his face the black cloak, revealing the proud charging deer. Already his hooves began to smoke, and a cloud followed him. His powers having grown strong since the first appeared and he slides to a halt as he comes close, shutting his eyes in concentration as he lets his power radiate in full strength through is body. The golden’s leg spread wide to balance over the tremors, and as his gaze leaves where it had glanced at Ophelia he finds the source. A massive dark figure, one he knew only from the invasion (@Archibald) was charging, with several at his side. Teeth bore and harks pinned. Now came his specialty, close combat and blades. In a movement of battle grace he reaches down and pulls a leather wrapped poll from his leg guard. As his head rises up his mouth twists it, teeth hitting the trigger and blades sing out with threat from either end. His head keeps rising with the unleased weapon, twisting and contorting in practiced form. Of course these were not stationary pines, and the likely hood and a hit was terribly low in the chaos. Legs moved him forward, and head struck back down on any manner of dark flesh he saw pass him (Archibald, @Ktulu, @Knox by accident). Haldir was having an equally terrible time. He had slid to a halt, with eyes closed, pulling on every string of concentration and power he could muster. But he was not the golden. And his weaknesses were greater and stronger. Sounds begin to invade and break his concentration. First a clicking and ticking whirls past his ear (@Ulrik’s scorpion). They fall back to find its source but not before a blood curdling scream, sharper and more painful than any yet in battle, roars over the field. The stag cringes and antlered head tosses, shaking. His pale eyes find the crippled form of MESEC morphing, growing. His eyes widen and heart now falters, pitter patting unevenly in his chest to see the great beast rise. The golden charged through the chaos, and as his pole arm flashed and legs moved into the thick of the fray it was only a matter of time. The spikes in his collar were ready, waiting only for the collision of impact to send them into the tender flesh. That is, if someone else’s weapons do not find him first. But as he charges with fire in his eyes and a maniacal smile on his lips, a strike, like a hammer on a metal pipe shakes the bond linking his soul to his stag’s. Head turns from his targets and lowered bearing, locking on through the swirl of masses to a small half visible figure. “HALDIR!” But the shout was lost, like all things to the chaos of battle. OOC :: Ok, I will explain this best I can, and obviously it is all loose and open for dice. I made sure. Thranduil stands beside the Goddess opposite of Archibald's group. At the start of battle he throws his invisibility cloak on Haldir and runs to go in front of the Goddess to Ophelia. He sees Mirabella coming and tries to move his horns out of the way but also to shove her back away from the Goddess. He calls out his armor, and as he comes in front of the Goddess, seeing Aithniel's fireball. He attempts to catch it in a moon amulet on his collar, and then throw the amulet at the wolf figures. He doesn't know if he is burned/if it worked/ect. He sees Ophelia's flickering form and sends Haldir with dark mist to cloud her emotions. Thranduil is frozen by Archibald's ground shaking magic, but uses it to pull out his double bladed polearm and start slicing anything near him, aiming for Archibald but yeah anyone (Ktulu, Knox). It is possible he also runs into someone with the spikes on his collar. Haldir is creating his dark mists to cloud Ophelia and anyone else's emotions, and gets the scorpion thrown at him. He is distracted by Mesec's transformation, which as frozen him. (Open to Mesec attack, scorpion distraction, etc). Thranduil senses this and hollers out his name. Any questions please ask! I mentioned lots of people but only tagged ones referenced in detail, near, or spoken to. "Speech" The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Random Event - 09-04-2015 An instance of momentary BFB relief occurs but no infected seem close enough to feel it's effects. Enna remains non-infected. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Atheris - 09-04-2015 I’d thought living under the rule of the Mad God had been chaos, and it had, in its own way. But that had been subtle, patient chaos that waited a long time before it revealed itself to me. This chaos. It was different. Everything seemed to happen in distorted, choppy scenes like I was displaced from it, a mere member of the audience watching it all unfold. My head is splitting and my vision shuffles through a myriad of lenses – clear, blurry, dark – it can’t seem to pick just one. I don’t know how I got here or who all these others are. I think I’m still in the labyrinth but it looks distinctly different and I’m not sure if it’s me or the roiling crowd of strangers that makes it seem so. And then there’s this mare and even through my haze I hear multiple references to her as a goddess but I can’t tell if the word is meant to revere her by the way it falls out of some mouths like a curse. From my position on the fringes I observe her and I know she’s not a goddess from the Rift. I’ve just about had it with all forms of deities no matter the land they come from – they’ve done nothing for me except push me around their playing board like a pawn. Even though she’s not from the Rift, this goddess doesn’t seem so different from the Mad God that made me. I hear numerous accusations from the crowd of the murders this she-god has committed and I’m taken back to the years I spent under the thumb of someone like her. I wonder darkly if she had the courage to kill her victims herself or if she, too, had manipulated the likes of someone like me into handling her dirty work. The goddess seems disinterested in redeeming herself as she attacks a handful of her accusers, throwing them away or burning the hair from their bodies. I’m instantly filled with hatred toward her and I wonder what it might be like to sink my teeth into her throat in the way I never could with the Mad God. I’ve inched closer to her, relying on the distraction of the crowd to keep me covered and filled with the intent of tearing into this goddess. And then my stomach drops like a rock and a familiar sense of dark, ill dread consumes me. A grotesque wolf-like monster emerges and I can recognize the familiar stench of dark Rift god magic all over him. He engages the goddess and I hope to see them tear one another apart but just as quickly as the mutated canine lunged so, too, does the rest of the crowd. It’s chaos, plain and simple. Everyone seems to fight for something different – the wolf-god, the murderous goddess, themselves, pure anarchy. I trust no deity and the goddess reminds me so much of the Mad God that I can’t help but hate her but I know that the wolf must die if I truly want to escape the Rift. I see a white, antlered mare who seems to hail from the Rift lunge in toward the wolf and I follow suit. I’ve killed dozens before and yet I feel out of place and out of touch in this battle. As she lunges in toward his ribs, I’m aiming my jaws for his hamstring, and I’m suddenly hungry to snap shut on his sick flesh and feel it rip beneath my teeth. And then as quickly as I’d lunged in I fell back into the mad crowd, suddenly drawn paralyzed by the unfortunate tremors in my muscles. I cursed the Mad God that had made me and the wolf God that wouldn’t let any of us go. And through the crowd I searched for the goddess I didn’t know and I cursed her too. Nonspecific mentions of the anti-moon goddess crew & because she's unhelpful at the end of the post she went into paralyzing spasms bc she has real issues. Any force/damage permitted against her, especially while in this vulnerable state. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Mauja - 09-04-2015
i am the vanguard of your destruction
It was an exquisite kind of mayhem. It was.. baffling. It... Well, fuck. There you had the Moon in all her glory—the one who had taken so much from Helovia, and offered so little in ways of explanation. The one who seemed so fickle. The one who had used her magics in an attempt to feed on his fears and bend his soul to her will. Someone he had admired (worshiped), and then, slowly, grown to hate. But then the hate had turned cold. And what was left was tired, cold rationality. Hadn't he said it to them, when Hototo had given his life for them? (Or had he just thought it?) The dead are dead. Vengeance is the coward's justice. A hollow kind of retribution that leaves you just as empty as before—and those you loved just as dead. Gods, everyone was so fucking stupid, thinking with their hearts and running with the high-fire of their impulses. Bleeding. (He can still hear her in the cavern, lightning blasting the place to bits; he can still hear her crying, the raw strength of her grief.) "Idiots," he snarled, knowing well how many he condemned; some he saw, some he knew, some he neither saw nor knew. But what could he do? What could he do, to stop a throng of angry mourners from attempting to murder the goddess he had no particular like of? Why should he risk himself for her—the one who had so carelessly, so blatantly, threatened him in his own home? If you are so powerful— But Gods can die. They all knew that, now. Diego circled. Irma stretched her tired wings and soared up, too. Someone shouted, pleading in Hototo's name for them to stop. Ampere, the stupid mare who had yelled at him about his owls, looked on the verge of being swarmed. He couldn't decide who she had been fighting for, anyway. The wolf was being swarmed, too. "Be safe," he mouthed at the shapes of Tembovu and Nyx. Then.. Then, it was time to act. But he was passionless, charging into the fray with a tired sigh instead of a bellow of rage—careening carelessly towards the group swarming the Goddess. Look at me, you fucking bitch, I'm coming to your rescue— But I doubt you need it— Ugh. He didn't want her thanks, though; didn't want her honors; didn't want anything from her. It was just the bitterness in his blood whispering. Someone else—some golden boy—was slashing at anyone who came near, and Mauja picked the other side of the shady goddess, trying to shoulder anyone near her aside. "FOOLS!" His voice was a practiced roar, rolling out like thunder across the fray, eyes snapping this way and that for an attack. "Still your rage! There is nothing for you here—the grief you carry lies within your hearts, and it will stay there until it has bled out in all your tears!" I have lost at her hands, too. "Revenge solves nothing. Her death would solve nothing. "Those we loved will still be dead." Well, that was what he wanted to say, anyway—question is, would they let him finish, or attempt to run him through first? So please get a fucking grip and stop trying to upset the precious, delicate balance of Helovia's celestial life, please and thank you. There are more important things you should focus on, like, oh, I don't know, A GIANT FUCKING WOLF THAT WILL GORGE ON YOUR SOUL IF YOU LET IT LIVE????? Priorities. But then even his dispassionate passion began to grow cold in the dark mists. [ TEAM LOL THEY WILL STAY DEAD AKA MOONY Stays far away from the mad Thranduil swings, but does his best to shield the Moon goddess with his own body. @Random Event because herpes. ] RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part I) - Maren - 09-04-2015
TEAM ANTI-RIFT-MOON-GODDESS |
and when you're gone, will they love you the same? |