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SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - God of the Sun - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Tamme - 09-15-2015 RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Destrier - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Gaucho - 09-15-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Evaneska - 09-15-2015 a quote can go here if you'd like! what if it's two lines? The Rift was a fickle place. Its volatile nature left it unpredictable. In turn this made the unstable and corrupt land even more deadly. The only constant were the threats that lurked in the shadows. Around any corner Death could be awaiting with his scythe in hand. It was a chilling fact that sent waves of shivers along countless spines. Always having to look behind your shoulder - once, twice, thrice - was unnerving. This was the reason why I couldn't lie to Cora. And this reason was soon justified. Thump, thump. To an unsteady drum my heart now beat, falling out of sync from its regular cadence. The air was being torn apart. Its very essence was being torn apart particle by particle. A flaming halo had formed. Like water it cast a reflection of the Halcyon Flats. But perhaps that was a lie. No, surely it had to be the Flats. The layout was the same, the scenery familiar. But it looked so alive.. so healthy. I wanted to run. I wanted to flee and never look back. My instincts and brain were all driving me away from this. The need to get away was so strong yet everything that was happening now was going against my very character. Perhaps I had finally reached my breaking point - maybe my brain and sense were deteriorating. In a place like this is was easy to lose your mind. Yet at the same time something felt.. something felt.. Like it was pulling me in. The fire was not searing hot. Instead it was warm and comfortable. It made me feel safe. When was the last time I had experienced such a thing? I glanced to Cora. Was she feeling the same way I was? Tentatively, quietly, I asked, "What is..?" My words trailed as I cut myself off. Most likely the mare knew nothing more than I did. "It looks like the Flats.. A rejuvenated version.. One that hasn't been touched by the corrupted gods with their vile, tainted hands." Two steps forward, one step back. Three steps forward, two steps back. The progress was that of a snail. As I stepped closer, memorized by the dancing flames, a gentle heat warmed the cold that had overwhelmed my heart. "Temptation is naught but an evil snake: luring you in with its charming words before striking you down with poison." My body was contradicting everything I said. A sense of hope had been rekindled and my soul was desperately latching to it. "I suppose I am the fool in this story." Before I could turn around, before reason won out, I stepped through the portal. Hopefully this was not where the story ended for the court jester. All around me there was life. I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes large. I went to see if Cora followed me, but my gaze was captivated by too many sights. "A mirage.. Surely this has to be. No land has ever painted such beauty." It was a masterpiece. This couldn't possibly be the Flats.. but the salt water that gently caressed my hooves said otherwise. A magnificent beast bearing the same flames stood with regal grace. He stood on an imaginary pedestal, high above the rest. Power radiated from him. Was he, was he the one who transported me to this world? "Have I died? 'Fore this land is even more luscious than my wildest dreams." By now I was mostly muttering to myself. I gravitated carefully towards the holy stallion. I knew I should not be taking any steps closer, but something inside of me wanted to be close to him - to feel his embrace. My body trembled. So many emotions, so many thoughts. I fell to my knees, my head bowed. "A blemish, a mere speck of debris. 'Tis what I have always been. I should not be in thy's present, nor addressing thine savior in such a manner. I do not wish to dirty this land with my presence." Still I rested on my knees, bowing before the familiar presence of a god. "But like all living entities I am selfish. Ruler of Flame, purifier of these lands - may I be allowed to stay in this wonderland.. this Helovia?" If this was a dream please don't wake me up. If this was the afterlife.. then I wish I had mustered up enough courage ages ago to depart from the land of the living so that I may walk on this glorious land. Though I had to wonder.. did I deserve such a thing? And then there was the matter of this glorious deities. Past interactions had left mentally sharp cuts that would probably never heal. "Talk?" mentions @Persephone @God of the Sun ooc permission was given to address/acknowledge persephone despite her not being here yet. RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Boy - 09-16-2015 Escape the wrath of the wasteland, save the girl, find his redemption; it was all his heart yearned for and it was a plan– the plan, the only plan. It seemed a simple task, but escaping the crimson eyed glare of the crocodile had proved to be rather difficult to say the least. The shifting sands had tried to swallow both the Oasis Goddess and himself as if it had a hunger for their flesh. Eventually he had been able to free himself, quickly making an attempt to rescue his talkative, dual winged Goddess. It was then that the portal had appeared, cracking apart reality, illuminating the world. A figure had appeared in the haze of light, beckoning them forward. Had he been redeemed by the Gods at last? For all but a moment he had been struck speechless and had paused, frozen, dumbstruck and partially blinded by the bright light that had mysteriously taken shape before them. Was this the way out of Purgatory? The gateway to his freedom? He couldn’t be sure, but whatever lay upon the other side of that portal was bound to be far better than this insufferable salt pan. So casting a quick glance over his shoulder to see if his pretty Oasis Goddess was going to follow he sprang forward, lifting himself into the air. Wings beating he soared through the doorway into another dimension. What he found on the other side caused his heart to sink and rage to bubble in his blood. Another seemingly endless stretch of salt and water. Was this some kind of joke? His hooves met the ground with a thud and a splash that sent ripples across the smooth, glistening surface as he tucked his wings up against his sides. A voice called out in greeting and he turned to face the one who had spoken. It was the figure he had seen on the other side of the portal whom stood before him and a handful of others who had poured from the gateway of light and fire, welcoming them to ‘Helovia’. He snorted, skeptical of this fiery demon who spoke, Helovia? More like Hel. Perhaps the horned beast had saved them from limbo but the immortal wasn’t ready to trust the word of the golden devil just yet. Just as he went to question the intention of the creature, that unbeknownst to him was a God, a cold hand grasped his beating heart, squeezing the vital organ. The Goddess – where was she?! He spun about frantically, ears flickering every which way, eyes wide in search of his damsel in distress. Through the growing crowd of unfamiliar faces, he could not yet see her. “M’Lady!” He called out, scouring the sea of bodies. Desperately he clung to the hope that he had simply skipped over her in his anxious search. His mind began to race with endless possibilities as to what could have become of her. What if she had not made it through the portal? What if he had accidentally abandoned her? Or what if a fate worse than anything he could fathom had fallen upon the glamorous girl? It was then that he fixed his cold, blue eyes upon the one who had called them forth through the portal, brow furrowed his teeth began to grind together as the knot in his stomach tightened. That damned demon had better hope that his Oasis Goddess had made it through the portal. Or he would make him pay, the only way he knew how; with blood. boy sick and full of pride all we do is drive image credits OOC: Mentions @Ultima and the God of the Sun RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Erthë - 09-16-2015 Out of all the wondrous places she had seen until now, this was the most peculiar. Curious, breathless, awed and delighted she stepped into the shallow waters and watched the sky ripple and contort around the feet. The horizon was no more, swallowed by this hazy world where up was down and left no different from right. Fascinated the child set off in graceful leaps and bounds, the vigorous display of life and youth rupturing the seams of the world. Gathered into glittering, shimmering droplets of light it rose and fell and shattered against the shifting sands below to reform the perfect balance once more. After a minute she was dizzy, and in a heartbeat she was thoroughly lost. Yet she could not find it in her to be concerned or frightened, because the beauty of the vast panes were graceful and eternal, and she was no longer in pain. Dark winds had dried out the infection in her left eye so that it no longer oozed and throbbed. What few issues that had remained after her encounter with Bear and Wolf were gone as well, and fatigue had been left behind along with the boring, constantly grazing mother. The only thing left to disturb her now was the ink-like substance that leaked from orifices, dribbling and smudging the white of her frame until her appearance became like that of an angel fallen, her pure light dimmed by infinite darkness... It sullied the perfection of child and world as it dripped into the clear waters and expanded. The magic of the shimmering illusion became disrupted, fading at the presence of midnight tears which marked the path of the winter child. Yet... surely this marvelous place was less fragile than it seemed. A polished steel plate rather than fragile glass, supple water over shattering crystal. How could ever such a small, frail existence as this passing dove forever destroy the face of such wordless beauty. Come a quiet springtime rain and the trace of small feet upon the sand would disappear, gone in a fairy sight. Yet, even this peaceful, tranquil world was to be torn asunder by pain, sorrow and all the evils of war. She knew it as soon as the mirage of horses appeared before her, and the child felt unease clasp tightly around the porcelain heart, threatening to break it. Would no place be spared the madness, the chaos? A full season had almost passed and yet she had already seen more war and brutality than many adults. There was a pain and a knowing in her eyes that did not belong to one so young, and as the moon-blessed girl stopped to watch the gathering from afar it was with resentment and judgment. How was that regal, blazing furnace of a stallion any different from his siblings? The flavor of his presence was that of divinity, and the air around him filled with the same fluttering, dancing, swarming black butterflies she had begun to see once the mucus rose in her eyes. A side effect from being exposed to such extreme levels of magic perhaps, or maybe no more than the awakening of an innate ability... Then again, Erthë might just be going crazy. They did not appear everywhere after all, only here and there and around random horses. A few kept fluttering around her own feet, and around Father and Vlasi, and in this empty land of revolving sky they drifted back and forth on the lazy breeze as if they belonged there. Oh, they seemed to very much like the strangers that followed the God through the flaming portal as well. The air was thick with black, swirling flapping fluttering black, in such quantities that she found the beauty of them faded, a touch of nightmares and wolf breath setting her on edge while chills crawled up and down the spine. Carnage would stain these fair lands... could she find it in her to participate again? The black fang resting against the thin chest seemed to growl to her, reminding of the prize for peace and health. Would she have to pay again today? e r t h ë
in every lost soul the bones of a miracle Contest Winner RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Rikyn - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Soren - 09-16-2015 SOREN Run away with me, Lost souls and reverie, Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me
Breath... But it's so hard to. Whatever the fuck I had, it was kicking my ass. But it had to be from something in the labyrinth. A tickle in my throat causes a cough, sputtering the black goo onto the ground. This was miserable, not to mention painful. Coughs rack my body, spraying black goop on everything. How do I cure it? Is there even a way? Or would I just die? My body feels heavy, like my limbs have begun to fail to work. And honestly, I realize that I can't feel them. I look down, and they aren't there. But I don't panic. It's fine... Right? I snort, goo oosing from my nostrils. This isn't so bad. I was floating slowly further forward. Wherever I was going, it was bright. So bright. But then I stop, looking out at the equine gathered. So many. Oh look... a glowy one. Hey isn't that the sun god? Or something like that? Wait, what if he is a monster. Like the wolf we had to fight in the labyrinth. What if he was an impostor. "It's not him... he's lying... he is an impostor..." A shaky laugh bursts through my mouth, before I am returned to cough and hacking up the black ooze, as it leaked from my mouth, eyes, and nose. I was delusional, but I didn't know that. In my mind I thought I was perfectly fine... At least right now. Soon, I would learn that I was wrong. Sunny here wasn't an impostor. I would soon see. Soon, soon... And I say, Hey, hey hey hey, Living like we're renegades
Mentions: Sunny Notes: He is currently hallucinating that he has no legs and is floating. He is also delusional from fever and thinks that Sunny here is an impostor god. RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Tembovu - 09-16-2015
The elephant breeches the large saltwater flats, the reflection beneath him doubling his already considerable bulk. Azure gaze watches the God of the Sun. He approved of his blinding light, his thought out and clean absorption of this new land. Burning out the disease, offering refuge. Yes, Tembovu approved of this god— this was one he could support, possibly even worship. A ripple ran through him as surveyed those Helovians infected with black lung of the labyrinth. He had been lucky to avoid such a disease, as had his herd-mates. These equines were so sick, they would be a danger to themselves and the newcomers. So warily he takes further steps into the flats. They had their own kind of foreboding beauty, one could get lost out here. And with the added unique and strange outsiders, it was quite a scene to behold. His hooves carry him towards the flaming god. Deeply he nods his great head, the largest sign of respect he had yet to pay towards any deity in Helovia. Head swivels, for the winged man he is next to is angrily grinding his teeth. A wry smile crosses his face, “Hello, welcome to Helovia,” he pauses, assessing the agitated man, “Most from the Rift are generally happier to have come here.” His deep voice is rumbling with faint amusement as he addresses the maneless, cream pegasus. Though he does not relax as he normally does when meeting newcomers. His eyes shift restlessly over the endless horizon, awaiting for an attack from the wronged Rift God. He stiffens his back, “How worried should we be about your god attacking?” There is dry humor in his rumbling voice, the question spoken to @Boy, but addressed to all the Riftians coming through. RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Mauja - 09-16-2015
I'm tired of Gods.
I'm tired of disease. The ice queen hitched himself across flats, flakes of frost floating for a moment in the shallow water before melting. He was tired of it, but it was about the only interesting thing going on—there had been a long time since there had been anything but shams for wars, the political board in some kind of eternal, mutual check-mate, and.. and while he yearned for some kind of peace, and contentment, he also knew that peace was boring and so he came here anyway, to the lands where his Gods tore open time-streams and healed lands and.. well. Fought other Gods. His owl had nearly died. He'd been yelled at. He'd watched Roskuld flung aside; he'd watched Tembovu swarmed by wolves. And Aviya... Mauja ground his teeth together as he ambled along in the wake of his Glazier. So here he was again, to witness tragedy, or try to prevent it, or anything. If two out of two times had led to wrath and ruin, why would the third time not be the same? So it was with a reluctant wariness he came upon the scene. This time it was the flaming Sun who had brought these lands into the Helovian fold, and Mauja found it oddly fitting. Something about the light-setting and the way his fiery self reflected in the mirror-like surface made the God seem even more powerful; even more regal. "Sól," he breathed, coming up next to Tembovu. Then, he raised his voice and head to the Rifters, hoping he did not seem too haggard there in the shadow of the Sun. Still, his voice was clear and light when he spoke. "Newcomers, if you find yourself lost and in need of family, know that you will be welcome at the World's Edge." He had meant to do it after the other two battles as well—extend what he hospitality he could to these outlandish strangers, but in the midst of all the grief and fear and worry.. there simply hadn't been time. So this time, he would deal with it before some vindictive asshole of a God showed up to try and ruin their day. [ Mentions Tembovu and Sun God. Extends an offer to come live at the Edge to all Rifters. ] lord, the demands you're making-
help the monster on two feet walk him down the hall, repeat and when he's strong enough to stand alone you'll notice what big teeth . . . RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Volterra - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Einarr - 09-16-2015 Einarr
Einarr moved with a surprising grace. His eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity, but his body was tight with a trained suspicion. This place was new to Helovia, which meant there would be a fight here. If what his herdmates had said was true, that is, and he believed Megaera to be truthful--to him, at least. Whether or not she told Cathun--the leaopard spotted warrior--lies was inconsequential. He cared not for how she communicated with others as Sultana (for surely she had a reason), but merely cared for how she communicated with him. He had no reason not to trust the bay--she was the mother to his daughter, after all, granted by the power of Father Earth. Mulling over his thoughts, the darkling warrior nearly missed the glorious display of the Sun God.
Barely.
Stopping in his tracks, Einarr watched the Throat's patron with awe behind his scarred frame. Carefully, the warrior tilted his head in greeting to the deity, respect lacing his words. "Oh Great Sun, glory be to you." It as almost a memorized recitation of the phrase, but within the guardian's breast he meant the words. His daughter had helped him piece together the string of words to make sense in the common Helovian tongue after he had spoken the phrase to her in their rough dothraki tone. Lifting from his brow, Einarr gave a nod towards his Khal. Shifting his eyes, he sought the black and blue mare--and it seemed, he was here first. A flame of pride flicked inside of his ribcage, knowing he had one-upped the fiery bitch.
"Oh Sun, what this place have to teach us?" Einarr asked, cloven hooves reaching to take a hesitant step towards the golden god. if you bury me
the dogs will come for you too if you want to get buried in it too jakub t. jankiewicz on flickr larfsalot on deviantart [Speaks to the God and nods to Gaucho.] RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Deimos - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Lena - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Megaera - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Erebos - 09-16-2015
RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Rexanna - 09-16-2015 I seemed to get that anxious feeling within my stomach as I travelled this time. It reminded me much of the feeling I had gotten from the Labyrinth where the wolves had appeared. I really didn’t want to go to where my feeling guided me, but I knew I needed to go just on the off chance that Tembovu would end up there again. God, could he not stay away from anything? I was absolutely terrified seeing what had happened to him under the Wolf God. Though I knew that I needed to go see what was happening in order to be sure that nothing would happen to him again. I knew deep down in my mind that he could take care of himself. He was big AND old enough after all, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. Sighing to myself, I continued on my adventure until I came across a land I hadn’t experienced anything like. It seemed all so strange; but changing like the labyrinth had been. Something so well known slowly shifting into something completely foreign. And with that, I didn’t know what exactly was going on with it. However, I did see a group forming. Everything was blurry from a distance, but as I grew closer everything seemed so much like the fight I had participated in before. Eyes darting around to the equines as I approached. Many of them containing the illness from the Wolf God. I noticed the little filly from before. What did she say her name was again? Ere? Yeah that sounded right to me. She seemed a little better, the boils on her had been healed and it was a bit of a relief. I hung on the outskirts for a few moments taking slow glances at faces in the crowd. Some seemed more bewildered than frightened. Some had very strange markings and bodies. Then, I spotted two familiar beings in the mix. The spotted ‘Queen’ and that damn behemoth. How did I know he would be here? Shaking my head to myself, I made my way to them. Golden pelt serene and flawless as I made my way to the side of Tembovu. I had been lucky not to suffer any injuries in the previous fight, however the feeling of having such a porcelain pelt made me feel almost vulnerable. Especially standing beside the scarred and beaten creatures here. Turning my head to Tembovu I offered him a gentle smile. Then turning my head further to hopefully catch the eye of Mauja, I smiled to the stag as well. "Hello again, Mauja." I spoke to him quietly before turning my blues up to Temb with a small happy flicker within them. I wasn’t sure if Mauja knew anything about the two of us. I wasn’t sure if he wanted the spotted stag to know, so I stayed indifferent yet close to Temb. Acknowledging him by just a nod and a smile and happy just to be by his side before anything started. Perhaps I’d have a chance to protect him now. Or maybe he’d end up being the one to protect me. Eyes scanned the creatures before us in a curious manner rather than scrutinizing. Dipping my head to each of them gently before my eyes were dragged away by a creature that almost seemed too pure and too holy to be anything here. Was he another one of those gods I hadn’t ever seen before? I hadn’t heard anything about this one. So maybe he was kinder toward us. Or maybe he kept to himself mostly. I couldn’t be too sure. Say it’s me.
But that wasn’t true... Was it? Mentions: @Tembovu, @Erthe, @Mauja. RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Persephone - 09-16-2015
clings to Evaneska, crushes on Sunny, the usual. RE: SWP :: Through the Fire and Flames - Random Event - 09-16-2015 Erebos' immunity remains resilient. Please remember to tag/pm me if you are infected, it helps my brain :[ |