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time to get your head on straight - Nirvana - 06-13-2016 Sea salt burns her eyes like fire from the Sun, sinking into her purple shade until she is crying. The tears that trickle from her orbs are not out of pain, sadness, or any sort of weak emotions that her older sister would have poured hours into playing out. The ocean is dragging out far beneath her small body, and as her wings hang wide and glide lazily along the winds, she can faintly see the outline of land against the thinning horizon. Land, and hopefully home. As she dips low to inspect, the orange, brightly hued sand colours rise from the sea like a raging fire. Did fire burn over the water? Was water not meant to triumph all? Wrinkles form along her face as she scrunches her lips into a snarl, thrusting her wings downward and towards the ground, accelerating into the sky, not caring to look back at the cloud of ‘fire dust’ that she had generated in her action. Her ascent into the sky realm takes little time with the presence of warm ocean air. Soon enough, a new, much larger island is building, expanding far beyond what her eyes can see, even at her flight level. With every motion of her skull, there is more. Green floods the ground, and for a second, she questions if she has found a different coloured water body. Wouldn’t her Life Giver be excited to hear such marvelous things. But as the flight extended into more of a lazy cruise, she is reminded of her purpose on this island. If it doesn’t fall beneath the reign of the Mothers, then it is her’s for the taking. If the inhabitants could present her with lavish gifts, worldly possessions that would her sister gasp and squeal like a damned child, spirits that they have never seen before with their eyes, then it would quickly fall to their armies. Yet she must find the thing that will bring her family rushing to such a place, and that requires entering the green sea. Water is no monster to her eyes. She dips with a brutish style of grace, drawing one wing into her body and sweeping to the ocean below her. Details construct and become more intricate as the green wate- no, fucking trees near her. They catch her with great speed, and out of fear of the prying eyes of her Sacrificial Clan looking down upon her mangled body, she panics. Both of her wings move to fold with great speed, throwing her weight backwards and drawing her legs in. Pain rips through her as she feels a portion of her tail tear free in a branch and her right hind leg open a new wound when the trees reaches to grab her. The nearest opening is small, but she is sure the scent of blood will scare her game, and her body is tired with the length of her flight. Hunger that has been ignored for more than a few days makes a return with vengeance, and as her chance to land closes in with speed, she takes the dive. It slams her body like a brick wall. It chews her up and spits her out, and pain of throwing herself into the ground at high speed finally passes with nothing more than a few mangled feathers and future bruises, she assesses her surroundings. Dry air heats her lungs and tightens her throat as her vision blurs. Green of almost every shade melds into one another. Each wing is lifted with dull pain, moving her joints slowly as her sight corrects itself enough to notice the distorted appearance of multiple flight feathers. She doesn’t wince at the pain when she rips them from her wings, opening up space for more correct feathers to take their place. OOC: Open to everyone, but would prefer her to head off to the Edge or Throat if she does go to a herd. @Ashamin @Ovidius RE: time to get your head on straight - Ovidius - 06-13-2016
Honestly, why was she still here? Of course, sneaking about and around, listening to conversation and snips of stories was always a favorite pastime - but why must she do it here? The answer to that question evaded the tiny mare despite the fact that it was literally her own question and her own answer. Rolling her eyes at herself, the mare straightened her spine and snapped down at her thoughts, comforting herself with the memory of Daddy's voice. "If you are meant to know the answer, it will come to you. If not, well... Guess the answer wasn't yours to have, after all." With a sigh and a soft smile the lass nodded her daintily sculpted head and carried on. She would always carry on. ....Except for when purple-y pegasi rained from the heavens. With a sharp inhale and raised brows, the Ovidius watched as the unknown mare plummeted through the canopy and found the ground with a less-than-ceremonial grunt. She cocked her head to the side as the nameless pegasus rose from her crumpled heap and began to remove damaged feathers from her own wings. Sucking on her teeth, the petite gal allowed the stranger a few more moments of seemingly inconvenienced privacy before clearing her throat and moving forward - the shrubs in this part of the forest were oft taller than she and it wasn't uncommon for other equines to miss her presence entirely unless she made herself known. "So, welcome to Helovia," A playful grin toyed with obsidian lips and mirth danced in her golden eyes, "I'd like to think that your entrance is probably the most entertaining to date." She moved ever closer, onyx hooves barely leaving an indent in the soil, "I'm Ovidius and you're pretty hardcore. I'm not much for healing, but I think I remember my Daddy saying something along the lines of 'walk it off.'" Grin splitting into a full smile, Ovi had trouble keeping her laughter from bubbling over as she eyed the mare appreciatively - there was just something about a dramatic entrance that rubbed her the right way. "So, what do they call you, most clumsy worshipfulness?" @Nirvana RE: time to get your head on straight - Yaotl - 06-13-2016
RE: time to get your head on straight - Rhea - 06-14-2016
RE: time to get your head on straight - Nirvana - 06-14-2016 Pain moves through her wings and into the nerves where her feathers are. Sparks fly as she wrinkles her muzzle into mountains and valleys of lines, watching as blood trickles from the holes they create. Twisted, broken, and bent, she flings them into the grass as if they are trash. Weakness will only bring her down, and as a warrior for her clan, she must excel even when pain strikes her. She must be immobile before she can give the fight up, and only then out of honor. The wind wastes no time in taking them away. Through a rapid succession of blinks, the world constructs correctly. It unfolds into a mess of bushes, trees and ...bodies. Each eye draws into slits as a small figure approaches at a slow gait. While they both exist as small mares, the upper hand rests in her wings. The amount of time and effort given to them has grown the feathered masses into extensive weapons, and as the outer reaches of her wings gather into the ground and her lower stomach, the insides puff. Atop her head, each ear sinks into an aggressive position, and as she studies with great attention to detail, processing all the ways she could achieve in getting the upper hand in this battle. Her head pulls up into the air as her legs unfold from below, throwing her weight into her legs as she stands and quickly opening her wings to their full potential to express their sheer size and how much more power they contain. But there is off about this small mare. She talks about some sort of ‘Daddy’, a title that comes off almost insultive. Why would one’s Life Giver allow her child to be named such a thing? Was this mare of some sort of disgrace? Politeness tells her not to ask, but Nirvana the Huntress is not polite. “Daddy?” Her voice is sharp and as hard as stones when it rumbles through her throat, rising out of the deep. Ovidius seems like a more welcome name. “Was your Life Giver so insultive to your clan that she had to be named such a na-” Barbed wire wraps around her throat and tightens with a single yank. Words cease to matter. The whole world feels as if it has fallen quiet as it stares upon this, this, this abomination. “What? What? What have you DONE? You are a disgrace, abomination, MONSTER! Where have you abandoned your precious gifts for such” She glares into the spikes mounting the small mare’s body. Instead of being able to slip through the sky effortlessly and carefully, with gentle love that is meant for such wonderful gifts, she has chosen to bare adornments, decorations, something her sister would coo over with glee. “...jewelry.” The betrayed deemed Ovidius is looking at her, smiling, acting as if she has been given a gift from the skies above. Am I the next to lose my gifts? She checks both sides. Still there. She asks for a name, claiming that she is ‘clumsy’ in the process. Teeth unfurl from her lips as her snarl deepens into a further pit of rage. But by the time that she prepares to throw herself into battle with this unholy beast, the Earth Spirit has found a way to cease her emotions. They are a blur of colours that glimmer in the light, with wings of exquisite beauty and size, height that makes Nirvana feel insignificant under. Their beauty makes her feel dull in comparison, not that her own personal beauty was ever a thought in her head. Warriors are not beautiful, they are strong, powerful and brave, but what is the tale? Beauty killed the Beast? Joints lock into place as her weight flees into her wings, lifting their Her wounds are brought up. An omen. Does Beauty not care for tradition? Does she want to bring bad luck upon her? “What is your Birth Clan? Your Life Giver? Title? Did your Sacrificial Clan not teach you of omens? You bring bad luck. Like the abomination.” And an omen does arrive to them. As if everything of ill taste falls from the sky, her descent and flight had been followed. Their wings come as a welcome feature, but as she (finally)pulls her eyes away from the multi-coloured mare “I do not need assistance from something such as yourselves. You have strayed far from the Sky Mother and her gifts, brought objects to your bodies that tear the sky and tossed your gifts aside. How far are you from becoming Ovidius the betrayer?” She turns to her sister, the beauty, looking for answers. “Why did you choose to go so far from your home? What have you all done to push you so far from the Clans that you must call your home Helovia?” OOC: Just an fyi, if possible i'd really like for this thread to move quickly and might skip people if it takes a while for them to reply. @Yaotl @Rhea @Ovidius RE: time to get your head on straight - Ovidius - 06-16-2016
Oh, this one was pure gold. Laughter, boisterous and gaudy, rang out between the trunks of trees and silenced the critters of the forest; it seemed as if the newest addition to Helovia didn't leave home too often. The arrival of two more pegasi did nothing to deter the tiny mare from her fit of chuckles, no, this particular experience was too rich to be wasted on introductions. The voices of the others were all but drown out beneath the slight lass' fit of giggles and each time that it seemed she would stop, those golden eyes landed upon the lavender stranger once more and the laughter would bubble up again. At last, though, after what seemed to be an age, Ovidius blinked away her tears and plastered her signature grin upon onyx lips. With a nod toward the mare who had called herself Rhea, Ovi let her voice fill the cracks in the atmosphere, "I would introduce myself, but it seems like the Purple Princess over here beat me to it. Ovidius the Betrayer, I kinda like the ring to that one." Flashing a wink toward the newest member of Helovia, the obsidian lass moved closer to the lavender hued grouch, eyes flashing with mischief. "Yes, beware, sister! You've entered the Haunted Forest, home to the Wing-Snatchers and their brood. I was once beautiful and free like you, but the denizens of this forest trapped me with their beauty and stole my wings!" She almost lost it then, a new wave of giggles threatening to overwhelm her, but she tamped them down, trading her grin for a wide-eyed look of horror, "Beware those in peacocked garb! Beware the one beside you, oh mighty warrior, she is one of them! A demon in beautiful flesh sent here at the behest of the Dark Mother to steal your wings and tie you to this damnable earth for eternity!" Ovidius only kept up the façade for a few more moments, the walls of her performance crumbling upon a wave of guffaws. Moving so that she stood beside the towering figure of Rhea, the tiny mare's smirk made an encore appearance as her leonine tail wrapped daintily around the spine jutting from her rump. Shifting so that her weight was pressed to her right side, Ovi popped out a hip and leveled her mocking gaze at the foreigner, "Kidding, of course. You might not know this, my Most-Moronic Highness, but these spikes grow out of my spine and they do it naturally. In fact, most denizens of Helovia lack wings - you're the minority here." Heaving a dramatic sigh, Ovi rolled her thin shoulders, causing the spikes upon her back to clink together softly, "I can tell you don't get out much, but honestly, looks like the whole bird-brain theory isn't exclusive to our avian friends." With a quirked brow and a skeptical smile in her eyes, the petite maiden allowed herself a single chuckle before settling back into silence. @Nirvana RE: time to get your head on straight - Yaotl - 06-16-2016
@Rhea RE: time to get your head on straight - Rhea - 06-16-2016
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