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[OPEN] All I see is red. [OPEN!]
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09-19-2015, 01:54 PM
09-19-2015, 08:45 PM
Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? Selfish, ungrateful. Words spoken from the past rang true. The gods were said to be cruel, malicious, and corrupted. I didn't disagree. Under false pretense I was lured into a home that would be my prison. But even then I should have been more grateful - I should have been happy to stay in a place so lovely. The god from my past was correct when he growled at me, saying how ungrateful I was. By now you would think I'd have learned. No matter how hard I tried my ugly nature revealed itself. Here I was graced by the presence of another god, albeit this one regal and truly divine. He spoke to me which had come at quite a surprise. He gave me a new home and even reunited me with my master - my friend - from Urd. I should be celebrating with them, I should be throwing back my head in glee. Instead I walked away. I felt claustrophobic in the crowd. This Helovia was beautiful yet at the same time I was overwhelmed. Anxiety made my heart flutter as I took in the pure, untouched beauty I was surrounded by. Again I reminded myself of how I should be reacting. However I couldn't shake the feeling off. I wanted to run away. It was a stupid, foolish thought but one I couldn't shake. I did not fit here, I did not belong here. The god begged to differ, but I doubt he would even remember me. I know I shouldn't be putting words into other's mouths. Still, there was no way someone such as I would be missed. Thantos had put on such a great display over seeing me. What more could I want? Greedy, greedy. I wasn't even sure what I truly wanted. Peace and hope were abundant in this land: Halcyon Flats. I was a mere freckle on its otherwise untouched surface. Cool water embraced my hooves as I moved. The familiar feeling of feathers leaving my wings, forming small birds as they did so, couldn't even shake away this unfamiliarity. The nonliving birds had brought me such comfort in the past. Now I only felt dizzy as I watched them slowly circle around my head, keeping in pace with my slow cadence. So lost in thought, drowning in self misery, that I nearly ran into a majestic mare. I felt so dull in comparison to her rich, earthly colors. I yearned to fold my feathers across my eyes and pretend that, if I couldn't see her, she wasn't there. "Apologies, miss. I did not mean to disturb your walk." "Talk?" @Isopia ooc hope you don't mind if i join :3
It was hot. It was bright. Springtime must be almost over if the air was capable of assuming these kind of temperatures. Mind you, it didn't exactly help to have a body that made every degree seem twice as hot. She was made for snowy expanses, the tall mountain tops and the cold, vast emptiness of the sky - not this salty oven of a flooded desert. Whatever playful mood or curiosity that had driven her out there to begin with was gone along with the fear of another battle. Her initial thought had been to keep exploring, but as the day grew hotter the child began to long for shade, water and a pile of snow some three meters deep to bury herself in. To make matters worse the tar kept clogging up her throat and a couple of ribs had begun to feel quite sore from all the coughing. Mother was nowhere to be found, she couldn't find any landmark that meant anything, and wherever she looked the colors of everything had deepened, darkened, become glowing and radiant and definitely unusual. There were still plenty of people drifting about the place. Like her they had probably left when it became clear that there wouldn't be another battle. Whether they were relieved too or disappointed she neither knew nor cared about, like the butterflies Erthë wished them far away to trudge along somewhere else - she had a nasty, blistering headache and was only able to glare at two mares as she slowly walked past them. It was only when she'd turned her back on them that the filly realized that she knew at least one; the big, spotted hybrid that had fought for the Bear God for what felt like years ago. "Why did you say it was wrong?" she asked, and turned around to squint curiously at the older girl, half blinded by the glaring sunlight. "In the red forest, you shouted and poured water on the Bear... Why?" She had been curious about it all this time. There were obviously things going on here that the child didn't know anything about. The moral aspects of these battles was something she only just had begun to see, and understanding any of it was really much beyond her. It had been coincidence that placed her at the wrong places all the time, and when a god then called her name what choice did a filly have but to obey? And yet, the feeling of being pushed and shoved around and making choices without knowing what was right or wrong annoyed her to no end. There were too many options to choose from, to many half-spoken promises and hidden consequences that she didn't know the extent of... How could she even be expected to do the right thing without any information at all? The Wolf God's tooth rested black and heavy against her chest, it's murky glow seeming to consume the clear sunlight. An ominous token, or perhaps a proof of debt - to be cashed in later, at who knew what prize? Maybe she, this heavy-set and vaguely impressive girl, had answers? At the very least she seemed to be one with plenty of opinions, and for now it might be good enough. The gray stranger was spared only a fleeting, nervous glance. Wasn't she one of those who had come through the Sun Lord's portal? Aside from the small wings behind the ears that leaked feathers and cried birds there was nothing remarkable about her it seemed. She wasn't nearly as striking in appearance or character as Maren and seemed much less assertive. Was this person a fake, or was she related to the tiger-striped Diviner? So many questions, all craving answer. e r t h ë
in every lost soul the bones of a miracle @Random Event - GLL
09-25-2015, 07:33 PM
09-27-2015, 11:34 PM
Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? Blue eyes glazed over as a sullen half-smile lifted the corners of my lips. The mare presented the question with an underlying tinge of ingenuity. I kept my head lowered, unable to gaze at this radiant and intelligent entity. Power seeped from her very pours. For some reason I had the feeling that she was someone important. A lovely first impression I left in her mind. If her status matched her majestic air then I was certainly praying for a redo. Not that such a silly, silly prayer would be answered. Reality overwhelmed any sorts of fantasies my mind could create. Before I could reply a small filly joined us. She looked like an angel: blessed with a pristine white coat, ethereal wings, and small horns. The child didn't address me but no offense was taken. When the young girl opened her mouth she asked a question that intrigued me and presented maturity far beyond her age. Quietly I wondered what the little angel had to have gone through to have such a serious look upon her face. I listened intely. However the more the conversation continued the more my wings drooped. Bear. They spoke of gods of this land and gods of another. Bear. Were they speaking of where I was from? The entire circumstance was unknown to me but there was enough pieces to make a semi-complete puzzle board. I recalled when Thantos first saw me. He shouted about how it was dangerous, how there would be a battle. While he had been proved wrong this time he must be speaking from previous experiences. How long has he been in these lands compared to me? My thirst for knowledge grew as did a creeping dread that I couldn't shake away. The words came slow, each one hand picked, as I addressed the mare, "A good question indeed. Like a fool I was wandering around with my head absorbed by my thoughts. A mere simpleton, I could not manage to pay attention to my nagging thoughts and surroundings. Only did I realize when I nearly bumped into you." I bowed my head lower. "Which is why I apologized. For being a dullard. " Wistfully I looked up at the sky. "To be honest, I am not used to sharing a land with so many others." Years of isolation would do that to you. While I was exposed in Urd it was so chaotic and I had mostly stuck by my master's side. "You two speak of the Gods." I mused and, for a second, hesitated. "The Rift Gods, as you called them, were the rulers of the world I was from. To speak ill of them is blasphemy, and I do not know the whole story, but the Gods that cross through the portals - the Rift - have been rightfully dealt with. Or so it sounds. Plague, death, corruption, and taint follow in their wake." A dark shadow overcast my face. I knew from first hand experience far too well. Should I continue to speak? Had I spoke too much? "I do not know the reasoning behind these circumstances, but your Gods are saviors." At least to me. A final ray of hope was shining in the Sun God. "I.. I realize that with each new land summoned, with each Riftian saved, a great evil threatens to lives of the natives here." I would not wish this taint on even my worst enemy. "You don't have to accept us - accept me - but please receive my gratitude. It is not much - a mere consolation prize that holds no word - but what you brave equines are doing.. is changing a lot of lives." My eyes flickered down from the sky as I nervously gazed at the royal mare and the blessed filly. "If you wish to know of our Gods, our lands, I can try to fill you in. If you'd rather wish I depart now, for I have spoken plenty already, than I will do so." "Talk?" @Isopia @Erthë ooc ahh sorry for the delay. i hope this post came out alright <3
09-30-2015, 03:23 PM
Black-bleeding eyes, one green as a tropical sea and the other white, pallid and dying, watched each mare in turn as they answered her questions, Evaneska even going so far as to reveal things the child had yet to even inquire about. The way she absorbed it was almost too focused, because there was no hint of impatience or restlessness even when the answers turned out to be both long and complicated. Instead the childish brows furrowed in concentration as she struggled to understand not just the words but the meaning behind the words. It was a difficult subject, for sure. Basically what the brown-flecked girl said was that it might have been wrong to kill the Bear, and it might have been wrong to help the Time God when he asked her to. This didn't sit entirely well with her. If Time had been wrong, wouldn't that mean that Moon was wrong too? Erthë had been only impressed by what she had seen of the dark goddess until now, and had completely disregarded all the mutters she had heard about her being mean and doing bad things. Porcelain hued wings pressed tighter against slender shoulders as if to protect her from the new feelings of doubt that began coursing through her, and it was with a new kind of desperation she turned to Evaneska and her different perspective. That the foreign gods had been ill was quite apparent to the girl. After all, wasn't she standing there, dripping black filth into the gleaming layer of water that covered the ground, so that the illusion of serene perfection ended up spotted and blemished, imperfect? Were the inside if her thighs not pockmarked by the scars left behind from bleeding boils that only recently had healed? But... "If they are sick, why aren't we helping them find a cure instead?" she asked, believing as most children that everyone older than herself had to have the answer to all questions. "Why did the gods fetch the red forest and the green forest and this place here? If the Rift gods are so bad, why don't we send them back to the Rift instead of killing them?" She twisted, gazing down upon the glowing black tooth at her chest with clear unease. "I don't like hurting them" she confessed, saying out loud for the first time what had been plaguing her ever since the first battle had begun. "They look scary and say scary things but I don't want them dead. Is it really okay to pick them apart like that..?" She shook her head to push away the all too vivid imagery of the gods handing out the body parts like trophies, the pretty ink-stained face downcast and troubled. It took her a while to remember the head-winged mare's offer to reveal more, tough once she did recall it Erthë pricked the woolly ears and turned to the Rift mare with renewed attentiveness. "There aren't... more of them, are there? Mr Sun said that there would be no more fighting so there will be no more, right?" She believed the words of the fiery lord. He had sounded so confident when he promised them peace, and she had no reason do doubt him. Just because something had happened twice before didn't mean it had to happen again. Right? e r t h ë
in every lost soul the bones of a miracle @Isopia @Evaneska sorry for the wait @Random Event - GLL
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