SWP :: First Contact

SWP :: First Contact

Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15.3hh :: Ageless

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08-18-2015, 10:27 PM (This post was last modified: 08-18-2015, 10:28 PM by God of the Spark.)

The GOD of the SPARK

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero

The world had grown, but the growth-spurt was not without pain or consequence.

The protective bubble that had gently shielded Helovia suddenly shattered with a rather unimpressive wet whooomp sound. Like a soap bubble finally pulled apart, the barrier descended and time began to bleed once again into the lands. The catalyst for this was the body of the God of the Spark rather roughly being thrust into a pool of bloody liquid in a dazzling crackle of electricity. Thankfully the color of the water was tainted red even before his battered and bleeding body fell into it. Staggering to his hooves the God of the Spark cast an unimpressed gaze towards the crimson waterfall which was continually filling the pool in which he stood. Hauling his water logged body to the shore, he bit back a groan of pain and decided against immediately healing his wounds.

Helovia needed to know at what price this expansion had come.

"Hopefully the others fared better." He grumbled to himself, unceremoniously shaking water and grime from his coat. A crackling caught his attention and his shaking abruptly stopped as he turned his piercing stare into the depths of the foliage that surrounded the pool. "The hell is that--" A brilliant flash of light encompassed the area, forcing even the God to shield his eyes. A sound that the God knew well - the sound of time portals being thrust open - thundered around him. Voices called out, and the stampeding sound of all manner of bodies began to scramble (or perhaps were pulled) towards the portal.

"I don't think so!" The God of the Spark shouted through gnashed teeth. Electricity ignited his stout frame as he concentrated a blast at the heart of the blinding light that was still enveloping the glade.

An acrid scent filled the air as the light pulsed and then dimmed. The God had closed the portal, but not before a few refugees had snuck through.