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09-16-2015, 12:27 AM
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.
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sick and full of pride
all we do is drive
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OOC: Mentions @Ultima and the God of the Sun
