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Zapdos - Mauja - 09-26-2015 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams He was alone again. When he wasn't, it was what he wanted, and when he was, he felt lonely.
Life could be a bitch. A right motherfucking bitch. Like. Like, take this—Helovia's gods, for some strange reason, decide to find some inter-dimensional lost lands, anchor them to Helovia's framework, "cleanse" them, and then have giant battles with giant, ugly, corrupted gods. First of all. What was the fucking point of it? Glory? Madness? Expansion? But why? Was Helovia not big enough? Not pretty enough? Or were they slowly falling to the same corruption which they fought, craving more and more and more until their veins would run with thick black grime instead of whatever stardust that powered them now? Point made. Mauja saw no point in these little space jaunts and finding pretty new locations for their inhabitants to piss on. Second—it had brought them nothing but misery. Spacey horses lost in Helovia, torn from their homes and lives and families (no matter how shitty they had been in the first place, it had still been theirs) and thrust into this foreign, not-so-spacey place. On top of that needless cruelty, the first battle had nearly cost the life of Irma (and the life of some unknown colt Mauja had sworn he'd seen again later), and the second battle had cost the life of Aviya. Again—for what? More territory? Glory? If the Gods wanted to gamble with lives, maybe they should start using their own as currency instead of drag the misery into the midst of the mortals who hadn't asked for this—and, on top of that, were stupid enough to throw themselves in harm's way for the stupid Gods themselves, and then brave enough to face the sick Gods because they came here and threatened everything. Play with fire you get burned. You want more land? Go fucking get more land but don't throw all the inhabitants of Helovia like an unwilling army into their face. Please and thank you. Third—horses got sick. Mauja had seen more with their skin weeping sluggish red, and some had, frankly, gone insane after the latest battle as black started to dribble from their noses. So. Lives were lost, survivors got sick, and what had they gotten? A few more acres to prance through. Yeah, good bargain. Mauja's lips curved into a snarl in the deep darkness of the Edge. Not even the sharp starlight and the fog could soothe the ache in his bones and the sharper pain lancing through his injured skin each time he moved. Ugly red was spread across his flanks and joints. He had a problem. He had a problem, and he knew it, but he didn't have any solution whatsoever. Bitterly, he glared at the thin sliver of moon visible in the sky. [ This takes place shortly after Ulrik was accepted into the Edge by Torleik, so a few days after the battle in the Labyrinth. For @Ulrik to cure Mau of his boils that I keep forgetting about x__x; and for them to catch up. ;D ] man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same RE: Zapdos - Nyx - 10-02-2015 Permission to post and to have her walk into Mau to cure him given by Neo! @Random Event @Mauja
RE: Zapdos - Mauja - 10-06-2015 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams I don't—
He swallowed, rough and hard. Blinked furiously against the burning sensation in the backs of his eyes. It felt like someone had set his eye sockets on fire, and crammed a hot hedgehog down his throat, only it had gotten stuck in his gullet. It hurts— He shifted, the night air playing around his softly weeping body; yet another boil tore, spilling its gruesome burden down the marred perfection of his flank. Still, the only tears he shed were red. "Why?" he asked softly of the moon, his voice a thick whisper fighting its way past the pain in the back of his mouth. Why this illness? Why Aviya? Why everything? What was the point of anything? Of allowing this heretic back upon a throne he had already lost once? Wasn't that just asking for him to lose it again? Who would be next, to come with their dogs and their flame, and burn him out of his home? What monstrous creature would the next God bring forth for them to fight? Half of them had done the same greedy mistake—Mauja didn't doubt a third would come. And whose life would be the price of the next new land? Whose heart would stop beating, whose blood would turn to dust, whose eyes to glass as the soul fled into the skies? He closed his eyes, breathing the night air in through clenched teeth. Spark was mysterious—it didn't surprise him that it was that God who had brought the first land forth. The Moon would hardly let her brother hold an advantage over her. But Earth? Would he commit the same sin, risk the lives of Helovians in the same fashion? (Lost in the haze of his bitterness and pain, Mauja didn't notice the iron titan creeping nearer.) Until suddenly— —his thoughts crashed in a shower of glass, in shock and thunder and ice, a jolt rattling all his nerves and punching the air out of his lungs. His heart skipped a beat, aching body heaving forward a few steps, and— Oh god but that hurt— His sides were heaving, nostrils and eyes wide, red and ugly yellow spilling from the mess along his flanks, crystal clear tears sliding in silence from blue eyes— "Ouch," he said to her, knowing her scent across the one of sickness, knowing her in his heart. Nyx, the wolf, the sterling, the one who patrolled in the shadow of the glass—vigilant, dutiful. "Of course I do," he replied, voice still thick and bitter, painstakingly turning his head to peer at her through the blur of his tears. "I mean, who doesn't?" [ @Nyx @Random Event ] man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same RE: Zapdos - Random Event - 10-07-2015 Mauja is cured of BFB! RE: Zapdos - Nyx - 10-10-2015
@Mauja RE: Zapdos - Mauja - 10-21-2015 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams "Sooooo-rrryyyy," but he couldn't even be angry.
He tried to think of others—you know, normal individuals—and wondered how many of them that simply wouldn't care they'd been mildly electrocuted by their own Captain. Results? He didn't have a single clue, but he could imagine certain violent idiots pitching fits about it. 'Boo hoo, HOW DARE YOU WALK INTO ME?!' Boo hoo, how dare you be in my fucking way. She had set off a storm of agony in him, boils and sores breaking, little shards of ice lodged in his skin and melting softly—the uncomfortable feeling lingering in his veins, the memory of choking for a moment. But when that stilled... "Are you...alright? What's happened?" She was soft in the moonlight and his tears, her voice suddenly so different—not that of his iron wolf, but that of someone else. Someone warmer. Someone with a heart. He felt something stir within, both angry, with himself, and equally worried, just as she. Because if he moved his steel guard to such concern.. just how pitiful did he seem? He blinked, trying to clear his eyes, but now that the tears had begun to flow they just refused to stop. "Fucking Spark happened," he replied crassly. Bloody water and dying owls and chaos as they fought a giant bear— And wolves melting into shadows— "I think it came from the bloody waterfall." His voice was softer, lighter, but his eyes had fled to the shadows around her, for there was something deep within that had uncoiled—like a tightness in your gut you hadn't even known was there. The air was a little cooler, a little more soothing, the fires in his flanks a bit less painful... It felt like he could breathe. It felt like his heart could beat without nearly splitting his mind in two. "What did you do to me?" he asks, with wonder in his eyes. [ @Nyx ] man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same RE: Zapdos - Nyx - 10-24-2015
@Mauja - if you want we could end this in the next few posts, as we have the other more recent thread of theirs? ^^ RE: Zapdos - Mauja - 11-08-2015 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams [ Awkward insertion of "Aviya died and d'Art left"-emotions. ]
"Did something happen during the fight?" Did something not happen during the fight? Or, rather—everything happened after the fight. Fights. And .. what did he have for it, really? Pain. Some more pain. Here, you okay? TAKE SOME MORE PAIN. ".. I guess," he said, lamely, looking away from her. These battles were laced with grief, with loss, with injury and illness, and honestly, what else had the Gods expected when they tore up the fabric of the world like that? When they took from other Gods, and allowed the Helovian mortals to get dragged into it? Those Gods from the Rift were fraught with disease, with greed and envy and all sorts of dark things, was it really that strange many came away sick? Was it that hard to figure out that maybe, if you were interested in stealing from others, you should set up some kind of protective barrier so no one else could GET KILLED because of you? He closed his eyes, fighting to keep the scene contained within his skull, to not let it spill out in more tears reflecting the past in the moonlight—death, dying, leaving, loss. How the fuck was he supposed to just walk away from that? This was his first silver lining since. The first, small, shard of hope, as the deep and brutal ache in his body lessened. Pain was a right bitch. Pain made everything worse. Pain turned enjoyable things to dust, turned bearable things into torture, and agony into something mindless and searing. Its lessening was .. like rain after a drought, like relief after worry, a soothing touch in the storm of your grief. His eyes kept opening and closing, slowly, slowly, and his body moved lightly, trying to tease the agony back—because what if it was just some temporary fluke, something that made it seem less painful just because his system had spiked recently? "I...don't know. Aside from the obvious, but I don't think that fondling your ass with an electric shield counts as a valid cure for any disease." He just grunted, vibrated, but aside from the very solid, very real sensation of a boil tearing with the stretching of his flank and the rather nasty feeling of pus sliding down his skin there was no pain. There was no mind-numbing, all-encompassing agony associated with his soul, with his core, with the depth of his body. Fervent, his blue eyes sought her out again in the pallid light. "Do it again," he asked—commanded—her breathlessly. [ @Nyx I agreeee... #lameass ] man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same RE: Zapdos - Nyx - 11-14-2015
@Mauja RE: Zapdos - Mauja - 11-16-2015 but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams "If you're sure." Did she question his sanity?
Probably. With good reason. "Yes," he breathed, waited, braced for impact—the pain and whiplash shock going through his system had begun to take on something intimately familiar, something ..recognizable, like an old friend, like how he had played cat-and-mouse with Deimos death magic in the old days. He knew what to expect. He knew what he was waiting for, a religious light burning in his mind because this was salvation from the crucible of agony— It wasn't often his own weapon was used against him, but she was one who could do it, the ice nubs like acupuncture needles forced into his skin, conduits for her disaster—the highway for her lightning bolts, and it jerked through his system, breath getting all messed up as his nerves short-circuited and he stumbled down onto one knee, hair on end. It hurt, it motherfucking hurt, but it in a sweet kind of way—like, a pure and crystalline pain, instead of the.. foul, deep, stinking agony of his boil-curse. A couple of seconds later he came back to his senses, and, shaking, hauled himself up on all four again. His sides were stained ugly red and yellow, crusts flaking off where his twisting and turning had torn them open, but it was a pure pain—like she had burned him clean of everything, purified him. Cleansed him. Laughing, a few tears still trickling from his eyes, he spun in the moonlit glade—danced with his pain, for it was like high notes and bells, needle-like and precise, not at all a fire ravaging his skin. "Thank you," and he kept on laughing, blood darkened by monochromatic light seeping from his wounds, washing the last of the infection out, "Oh, thank you,", and somewhere, Irma wondered if Nyx's magic had done something to his brain. [ @Nyx || Maybe just have it fade to black here? ^^ ] man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same |