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RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Mauja - 09-14-2015
i am the vanguard of your destruction
[ ANYONE IS WELCOME TO USE SPARK MAGIC ON MAUJA, WHETHER IT IS UNCOMFORTABLE OR NOT. :D ] It felt like he was falling— Fire streaked out like breaths from heaving lungs through a sea of blackness. (—falling into the night itself.) One twisted, black creature fell, destroyed by the embodiment of Mauja's passions and anger, and still it felt like an eternity between him and the one he sought to protect. The wolves were a menacing blur, their shapes shifting, distorted, forming a single uniform and ever-moving horizon, heads and backs like the rolling waves on a sea. Mauja's face was a mask of rage and pain; the boils around his joints stretched and cracked and bled, the raw and chapped skin of his shoulder still weeping and hammering at his nerves, at his attention, as he wielded the blade that had bit him so often— Another wolf fell to the birds of flame. The satisfaction was drowned in the tide of desperation. But then—they cleared; they fell, to someone's magic, or to Tembovu's reach, or simply dispersed. Mauja didn't know which, just saw the bulk of his ( The chaos had ceased. The mayhem had been stopped. There were only the Rifters and the Helovians and the Goddess doling out macabre gifts and—once again, Mauja fought to keep his bitterness down. Overlooked yet again. He had been burnt in the last battle—here, he had been burnt again. Then, he had pierced a fucking God with his spires of ice, and here, he had shielded their own Lady Moon. And what did he get for it? Nothing— Pain caught up, and the icy stallion crashed onto his knees by the bitten, torn form of Tembovu. "Temb—" he managed to get out; he wanted to ask, why do all my friends end up falling? but he knew—this was the nature of war. War didn't care for causes. Everybody bled and died all the same. In the back of his mind he heard the Goddess, but he paid little heed to it. His shoulder was throbbing, the agony rising up chilled nerves to a head that didn't want to cope with it; silent tears pooled in the corners of his eyes as he knelt there, but then—it eased, slowly replaced by the itch of healing. Blinking his blurry eyes Mauja peered around, but there was no one who seemed focused on him. He craned his neck, bracing for a flare of pain that never came. Had he been dreaming fire again? "SOMEONE, GODS, HELP!" The plea for help startled him, propelling him up again—he cast a glance at his friend, knowing—shit, knowing in his bones—how much help could mean. It had been his owl dying, then. This time, it was his best friend's daughter. "Aviya," he breathed, suddenly there, fresh trickles of blood from the broken boils by his flank; he had grown used to that pain. But this—no. No. No. He'd never get used to watching family die. "Aviya, no—" d'Artagnan had already lost Kou—did he need to lose his daughter as well? Fuck. Did he know anyone who could heal? Hadn't d'Artagnan been there? "d'ART!" he finally yelled, hoping to see the blood bay's head swim out of the press of bodies. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Maren - 09-14-2015
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Ranjiri - 09-14-2015
ooc:// feels a small zap from Ashamin's magic. PMing RE RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Torleik - 09-14-2015 Torleik Chaos reigned like always. Somewhere in the fray he'd managed to smash into a wolf despite the pain that half-blinded his vision. After that he'd just kept going. After all, why should he stop? What the hell was keeping him here, right at this moment? He'd hoped to crush a few more bastards beneath his hooves but Torleik wasn't even sure if he'd been successful in crushing the one - and suddenly it seemed the battle was over. Everything ground to a halt. Fighting stopped. Pain remained. The king cast a gaze around but did not recognize where he was on the battlefield, nor see Ophelia or Ulrik. In his haze of anger and discomfort, he assumed they'd both probably selfishly already wandered off and he hadn't the internal fortitude to go searching after either one of them. A vial of some sort suddenly rolled to his feet, tingling with the magic of the Moon Goddess and he stared at it for a long while. The fuck did he do with this? Burn someone? Irelyn scooped it up for him and slipped it around his neck, gently headbutting him affectionately in the hopes it would make the storm that grumbled threateningly in their bond still somewhat. Annoyed and stretched beyond his means, the Bloodskald simply turned and made for home. He had nothing else to give this day. His early departure meant he missed more drama transpiring but he probably wouldn't have given a shit anyhow. None of these people meant anything to him. Why should he care? They wouldn't. A fallacy to make this assumption based on only those he'd witnessed with his eyes, but it really was of no consequence. Torleik had left, and all he wanted to do was go home and rest. RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Ahvelyn - 09-14-2015
Long Gone, Most Beloved
"WOULD YOU JUST TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, FOR ONCE?" My scream, my pained yell at the young mender, was lost in the fray at first. I shoved a wolf aside, putting myself before Enna and letting my cold blue eyes strike with hers like flint. I felt Rohan's bulk at my back, his body turned towards whatever else he was intending to attack. "Damnit all, Mender, are you TRYING TO DIE?" I screamed, unable to control the heat and painful fire that contorted in my coal of a breast. Why was she being so reckless? Even now, looking back, I can't figure it out. It was as if she thought she had the strength to survive in a world like this, when I could just tell,just by looking at her, how weak she was. When was she going to learn that? Didn't she know it was hopeless, and that she'd never be in control? I hope she figured it out. Child, you, my... I just hope she figured that out. The last note of my reprimand was still buzzing in the air when the fight ended and the world went silent, becoming nothing but a rush of black wind. I stood, panting, only just beginning to register the world around me. The bloodied and battered, those still struggling to stand, those still struggling to keep on breathing... And I, towering as if still a part of an active war, stared down at that mare with misplaced disappointment and fear. "" AHVELYN KELS, ENNA AND LYN NEED TO TALK RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Mesec - 09-14-2015
table by Frostie mentioned Ashamin's and Ampere's magic, RE will be PMed! RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Knox - 09-14-2015
He feels his whole side come apart and he knows he is bursting.
In the distance, Manhattan is crying so loud long and low that Knox almost does not recognize the sound. It cannot be his companion, howling out in hurt like that. Manhattan is a warrior, and warriors don't cry. He thinks this as the fight ends and his brother screams, something so enraged it becomes indecipherable. Knox knows this, that it cannot be Manhattan, as the dark wind rushes over his existence and wipes him clean of hurt. He pulls his teeth from his brother's raw black next, flinging silver loops from broken chain mail onto the ground. He knows his brother is screaming and he can feel it, but he cannot listen. He doesn't know what Archibald is saying, and now that the fight has ended, so too has Knox's moment of vulnerability. He cloaks himself with expertise, covering himself in shadow and faint dapples of light, revealing his shifting and broken body to no one. Slowly, he makes his way through shadows. In Zsoka's young form, he hopes the pain will be diminished. If the body is small, mustn't the wound be as well? But it isn't so, and such retreat serves only to heighten the pain and the effects of the black lung, slowly beginning to drip from his nose and eyes, slowly clouding all of his senses. By the time he finds Manhattan and cloaks her in his magic, by the time the Moon God sends strength his way, he no longer knows who he is or what he has done. Slowly, delicately, he and his burned companion retreat to the shadows of sidelines. There, away from all prying eyes, they lament ever leaving the other alone. Somehow, they both know such hurt is their own fault. They should have been guarding each other. They should have been healing the bond. BARELY ALIVEKnox RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Random Event - 09-14-2015 Erthë is cured of BFB! Shadow is cured of BFB! Maren is cured of BFB! Ranjiri is cured of BFB! Mesec is cured of BFB! RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - d'Artagnan - 09-15-2015
d'Artagnan
the
NightShade
It all happened at once, so much so that the shade didn’t even take part and instead had watched as wolves descended and chaos ensued. The air had been rife with magic and shouts and blood, d’Artagnan unsure whether he should fight for either side, which had ended in him fighting for none at all. In the end his decision was the worst one he could have made, even his children had fought in the disarray and he succumbed to indecision and a careless mind. His body was numb; he watched friends and family go to battle with creatures of another world but struggled to conjure any sort of fear for them. It was odd, it was despicable and most of all it made him ill. He fell further into the void of his monstrous heart, going past madness and transforming into an unfeeling hellion. A fate that had been on his cards for a long time and one that had finally reared its ugly head. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear Aramis ”aren’t you going to help?” and he had thought ”help? Why should I?” Even as he thought it he had become bewildered in himself as he looked for the will to aid in the battle. He never did find it. He didn’t find anything until he heard his name bellowed through the crowd by Mauja and he frowned at his spotted friend, following the commotion to notice a figure littering the floor. In a flashback he remembered Kou’s blood stained body, dumped in the meadow and frozen in death’s unyielding grip. Instead, this was Aviya. His eyes widened and he burst forward, Aramis racing after him as he tried to push his way into the fray and to the side of Aviya. Others were shouting for help and d’Artagnan automatically reached for the Time God’s magic that was no longer there anymore. His shoulders slumped as he watched the blood pool over her body "I don’t have that power anymore" pain etched into his voice "I can’t save her" he couldn’t do anything, except perhaps put her to sleep. He couldn’t though, he wouldn't, her conscious was her lifeline and the shade cast about looking for the Basin’s new healer he had seen earlier. "Enna? ENNA?" he called across the crowd, looking for the girl who had replaced him and the girl who now had the magic that might save her. He didn’t know if she had already gone and left the battle or not, he hadn’t seen Lena here either and there was no other healer he knew. ”Don’t go to your mother, its not time yet” he mentally pleaded to his white faced treasure, his beloved Princess and greatest creation. Why didn't he help in the first place? Why freeze in place like an unfeeling monster only to snap out of it at the end when the damage was already done? "You can’t leave me, because I’ll follow you… Even beyond this world, beyond the next one" he breathed, determination in his stricken gaze. A place with no Aviya or Kou was not one d’Artagnan was interested in and never once had he imagined that his fiery daughter would fall. Not before he. "So you can't leave" he decided for her in a fathers desperate hope. [mentions; mauja & aviya & enna note; I know I didn't get chance to take part during my absence, but I presume its okay to still post to the ending.]
Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy. yewrezz | larfsalot on deviantart RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Zünden - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Enna - 09-15-2015
* attempted to heal aviya. @time, left it open for you to determine how much enna's healing affects/doesn't affect her :D RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Nuray - 09-15-2015 stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted. filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night. Hooves made contact with the abomination behind her. A shiver ran along her spine as she silent prayed the creature had not tainted her. Once she regained her balance she swiveled to look at the monster that had been sent flying by her kick. A dim look of satisfaction crossed her face. By the looks of it, the filthy wolf had crashed into another and they both ceased to exist. All around her - she noted - the dark, black magic that threatened to curse these beautiful lands began to disperse. Soon the pests had been eradicated. "Blessed be the moon." she murmured, eyes sweeping across the battlefield. A site caught her attention, causing her to hesitate. Tembovu! Long strides carried her quickly, urgently, to the side of her new herdmate. "Tembovu, darling. Are you alright?" A knot twisted in her stomach. Seeing such a strong man reduced to a thrashing body on the ground was a terrible, terrible sight. "We need a healer over here!" The loyal were always rewarded. Her prayer was heard and the goddess sent a wave of healing magic to caress the wounds of the valiant horses whom had fought for her. Nuray felt her own injuries heal as she embraced the magic with open arms. "Thank you, my Goddess." she whispered before turning to look at Tembovu. Did it have the same effect on him? Surely it would - the Goddess wouldn't possibly leave him to suffer, right? "It'll be okay, love." Nuray cooed to the gentle giant. He had made her feel so welcomed, so safe. Even though the battle was over she refused to leave his side - she owed him that much. "Talk?" @Tembovu RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Random Event - 09-15-2015 Ilios is cured of BFB! RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Tembovu - 09-15-2015 Tembovu
They ripped and tore at his flesh- he was a speed bump (albeit a large one)- on their way to attack others. However, two wolves find the elephant easy prey and stay to play with the fallen stallion. One grabbed his thick crest, tugging back in delight as his great head provided but little resistance. He had no leverage from his collapsed position. Another wolf’s teeth find his hind leg, tugging it out from beneath him- making it impossible for him to rise. A frustrated roar erupts, but is cut short as he is enveloped in heat. The pleasant warmth turns into a scalding, blistering heat- the roar of the fire and Mauja’s yells filling his ears. He thrashes in the flames, adrenaline allowing him to momentarily rise partially to his feet as the wolves are incinerated around him. But as the blazing birds disappear, the wide and weakened stance of the elephant buckles once more. The raw flesh of his knees sinking into the bloody, acidic mud. A quiet groan escapes him, as the fire charred flesh on the left side of his neck oozes dark red. A small chunk of flesh is missing from his withers- a trophy for a now dead wolf. The acid burnt skin on his back and haunches seeps a clear, slightly pink fluid. His eyes are closed as he rests his pale, broad muzzle on the earth, sinking up to his nostrils in the muckage, attempting to block out the pain and shouts and stench of burnt flesh. The goddess speaks, but he does not listen. A small vial, the same as last battle, thumps against his scorched neck. He winces. Then eyes open as they sweep up to Mauja, his friend standing up beside him, quietly (worriedly?) speaking his name. Tembovu blinked once, mind trying to sort through the chaos. Mau was gone, beside another fallen soldier. Then a warm breeze. It was a godsend (literally). It rippled against his thick hide. Gods, it felt good, it was relief. His burnt nerve endings did not believe it. They couldn’t keep up from the quick shift from agony to comfort. He blinked slowly once more, Nuray was next to him now. Her naked legs against his barrel- which didn’t hurt? A deep breath as her quiet, sweet voice spoke comforting words. He leaned his barrel against her legs for a few moments longer, taking into account the fact that he was healed. Only the sluggishly bleeding bite at his withers remained. Slowly, he raised to his towering height. Gratitude towards the goddess flashed through him, as she had taken care those loyal to her. Looking down to Nuray, a lopsided grin crossed his face. “Got off easy, then?” He asked lightly as he looked her over, glad to see her naked skin free of wounds. “You’ll need some protection for that pretty skin of yours, if you keep charging into battle.” Pretty skin… Rexanna?! His head flew up, searching for her in post battle chaos. With a glance towards the grouping around a falling, dying mare he is torn. But there seems to be someone healing her, and he can do nothing to help. A glance towards Mau- should he go comfort him? No, the stallion had past here that predated the elephant, he would only get in the way. He needed to find Rex. His large muzzle touched Nuray’s shoulder, “I’m immensely glad you are okay, Nuray,” he breathed warmth on her skin, “But I must go find someone.” And he walked to find his golden princess. There's a burning star to lead your father home, He'll travel from afar, no matter where you roam. Rest your angry heart, my darling, don't you cry, Soon you'll see him come across the bending, bleeding sky. . ooc| He's mostly healed and he's off to find Rex (of course. lovesick [big] puppy) XD Mentions: Nuray Mauja RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Resplendence - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Soren - 09-15-2015 SOREN Run away with me, Lost souls and reverie, Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me
My teeth grab onto something solid, and then they clamp down, reallly clamp down, on the fur, and a welp of pain emerges from the little mini wolf thing. It struggles for a moment as I lift it with my powerful large head, and whip it around as hard as I could, but soon gravity takes its hold and after a particularly hard whip there is a crack, and the body goes limp. I shake it a few more times for good measure, before letting it drop at my feet as it poofs away, and moving forward. Ktulu. I need to get to her. So I push on wards. Pain lacing up my leg, but the chaos around me seemed to suddenly stop. My head lifts, and icy eyes look back at everyone. The wolf god has been destroyed. We did it. The goddess hands out prizes, and to my surprise I get a fang. A black glowing fang. My head lifts to her, nodding in her direction as a kind of thanks to her, before taking my token. But that is the least of the things going on. There are still screams, wails, and deep shaking voices. My head looks around me, looking to each group. A girl was dying, and there was a multitude surrounding her. Pained voices come from there. I should have tried to save her. No, because you can't save everyone... and not everyone wants to be saved. So this was war. this is what it looked like. My stomach rolls in disgust. No, I would never start a war. I would protect those I could, but that is it. That would be the extent of my participating. I am sorry, but I wont fight for our gods or theirs. I will fight for my family, and nothing else. My head turns away, and only faintly did I realize that my leg had ceased to hurt. I needed to speak with my sister. "Ktulu." And I say, Hey, hey hey hey, Living like we're renegades
OOC: He nods to Moony, then watches the commotion around Aviya before moving on to wherever Ktulu landed. Mentions: Ktulu, Moony, Aviya (As her) RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Mortuus Nox - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Najya - 09-15-2015
Mentions Mesec, Aviya, and Enna (indirectly) Basically just a summary and just standing in the way hoping things end well :( RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Jaeger - 09-16-2015 you can't offer your poison to me in your kingdom of filth He descends through the masses, the side of his face burning in a way he cannot acknowledge just yet for how it is sure to roil his stomach. This is madness, he thinks to himself wildly. This land is not his own, though Wrath had never cared to claim the Rift as his own. It was a sick and dying world. Wrath had expected to die with it, someday. Soon, most likely. The Rift was not known for its kindness, and Wrath had vowed to find a way to get Kratos out of its reaches. Only then would he return, because he had been sure that his ending was written somewhere in the twisted fates of the Rift. How could he leave the others to be slaughtered at the hands of the forsaken gods, if he knew there was another way? This, this he had never anticipated. His entire body is disoriented, and he's beyond confused. Who the fuck are these people? Why is everything so...bright? Beautiful? He's never seen anything like this land, because surely this is not the Rift any longer. But to watch the God wither and die...he feels as if he has finally achieved something worthwhile. The first step, the elusive knowledge he'd always sought. A way to free the others from their chains, their bondage. He is burning with it, heart pounding and limbs trembling with the adrenaline. Success! Success at last! And even the slow fire burn beneath his skin cannot stop him from wildly grinning, eyes seeming to glow umber with the death of one of the false gods that had kept him and his brethren in the mire of despair for so long. This, this is so much more than what he'd anticipated. What had started as a simple mission to get Kratos as far from the lands of the Rift as possible had revealed to him an opportunity. The gods could be killed. Did that mean they were not gods after all? But first, the most important thing. "KRATOS!" he bellows, charging past those who stare around at each other as if not sure what to do now that the god is dead, their kin having turned against their own goddess. Wrath doesn't give two shits about them. This is not his land, and she is not his goddess. He has never been ruled by them before, and he shall not begin now, not when he is unsure of her motives. Let them celebrate her success, let her go beyond him and ignore him, it does little to influence him. What matters is Kratos, the one she'd attacked, the one she'd hurt. Self defense or not, it is not something he cares about. How could these so-called Gods expect them to trust in them when their own Gods had oppressed them for so long? As if the Riftians would dare to trust the words of a celestial, of any kind. This temporary of freedom from their bondage was only that - temporary. Gods grew mad with power, and Wrath would not stick around to let Kratos fall into that pit of damnation. He whirls to find the royal child, and when he does he storms over to his side, drawn to full height and breadth. Warning off all others who would even attempt to find fault or flaw in his charge, daring them to try something and face his fury. "We must find you a healer," he grunts, ignoring the pain that forces his right eye closed. Kratos first. Turning his eyes to where they seem to be gathered, at the prostrate body of another, he grunts. "Let's move, do not take a healer from the side of the fallen. Can you walk?" They would find another, somewhere. At least...until his face suddenly stopped hurting, and he tentatively blinked open his eye. What the fuck? Glancing at the goddess, he frowned heavily. No God had ever helped before. Why would they waste their powers on such lowly mortals? Was this a display of power? A warning that they should not cross her? Wrath distrusted her reasonings, but so long as he and Kratos were still in working condition, he'd deal with it. "Come, we need to regroup." Eyes flickered across the bodies that still remained. So they had been dumped here, supposedly freed from their chains, and yet given no information about where they were or why. Yeah, sounded just like a god. Code: Time & Neo RE: SWP :: What's mine is mine (Conclusion) - Cera - 09-16-2015
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