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05-05-2016, 12:43 AM
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Iona needed some time away. Everything back in the Edge seemed to be going well, but she just felt off. Maybe after talking with Alysanne she’d feel more like herself, but busying herself in herd tasks just didn’t seem like enough to clear her mind lately. So again she found herself wandering on the wind. She found herself drawn to the other edge of Helovia – back to the salt flats where the land seemed to fade into the sky. The sun had already dipped low toward the horizon as Iona walked along the strange flatlands. It was only when the world grew dark that Iona felt unsettled, and then her eyes cross the shadows and the darkness finds it way to the very depths of her…
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The beast stood there with bloodstained lips, moaning in ecstasy as her own sister’s flesh slid down the monster’s throat. Horror wasn’t the right word for what Iona felt. Shock. Panic. Fear. Rage. The demon sneered as Alysanne’s sobs echoed off the ragged stone walls of the dingy cave. The entire place smelled of mildew and blood, and the floor of the cave was already saturated with water and blood.
It was both agony and fury that drove her to act, leading Iona to throw herself at the demon with little regard for her own wellbeing. She just knew she had to put distance between the monster and her sister. Her heart raced in her chest as her eyes flashed, betraying both her fury and her fear to the demon. But there was no time for thinking, for any sort of rationality. She had to protect her sister. “STOP IT!” she shouted, “YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HER AGAIN!” She stood before the demon, wings outstretched as if to shield her sister, stance squared and eyes burning.
She didn’t hear Alysanne’s protests. She wouldn’t have listened anyway. There was nothing that could have made her leave. Not once she saw Alysanne cowering in pain.
But then the demon simply smiled, and Iona’s blood ran cold in her veins. “There’s nothing you can do to protect her,” he murmured. He called upon his magic, creating two perfect duplicates of himself and set them upon her. Each one grabbed ahold of her still-outstretched wings, shattering the joints beneath stained teeth. The true demon set upon her neck, tearing flesh from her neck before showing her his prize and adding her own flesh to his feast. She struggled to find her voice as her knees buckled beneath her, but she had a bargain for this monster. “Let her go. You can have me if you let her go. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as she’s allowed to leave,” she managed to rasp, but again the demon only sheered. He will not give up his new toys
And his torture had only begun.
Again, he used his demonic magic. Illusions, the worst possible imaginable, flickered through her mind unrelenting. There was only so much torment the mind was capable of handling and the images seemed to sear themselves upon her very soul. There was no fighting back against this – she had no way to protect her mind against this onslaught. Never had she felt so helpless. He stole her sight, then her sense of touch, then smell – tearing senses away one by one leaving her alone with the images that were slowly tearing her apart. At least then she forgot the pain…
Iona was only stirred back to consciousness when the ground shook beneath her and Alysanne managed to find a way out of the labyrinth of caves and together the sisters escaped the demon, though they were battered and more dead than alive. But life returned, eventually. Wings and wounds healed in time. Though some things never healed, not really…
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The memory had caused a sweat to break out on the painted mare’s sides. She shifted her wings that still bore the scars from the encounter and pulled them closer to her body in an effort to physically hold herself together. She and Aly had been so young when they had ventured into Nocturne, only three years old and hardly more mature than children. But the encounter had changed Iona. Hardened her in many ways but strengthened her in so many more. More importantly she lived to see the carefree smile grace her sister’s face again. However, to this day Iona still felt vulnerable in the presence of magic. She feared another would be able to violate her mind as the demon – Abaddon – had done so easily.
She huffed out a sigh and shook her head, trying to clear the memory that still seemed lodged in the forefront of her mind. Why this? Why now?
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The beast stood there with bloodstained lips, moaning in ecstasy as her own sister’s flesh slid down the monster’s throat. Horror wasn’t the right word for what Iona felt. Shock. Panic. Fear. Rage. The demon sneered as Alysanne’s sobs echoed off the ragged stone walls of the dingy cave. The entire place smelled of mildew and blood, and the floor of the cave was already saturated with water and blood.
It was both agony and fury that drove her to act, leading Iona to throw herself at the demon with little regard for her own wellbeing. She just knew she had to put distance between the monster and her sister. Her heart raced in her chest as her eyes flashed, betraying both her fury and her fear to the demon. But there was no time for thinking, for any sort of rationality. She had to protect her sister. “STOP IT!” she shouted, “YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HER AGAIN!” She stood before the demon, wings outstretched as if to shield her sister, stance squared and eyes burning.
She didn’t hear Alysanne’s protests. She wouldn’t have listened anyway. There was nothing that could have made her leave. Not once she saw Alysanne cowering in pain.
But then the demon simply smiled, and Iona’s blood ran cold in her veins. “There’s nothing you can do to protect her,” he murmured. He called upon his magic, creating two perfect duplicates of himself and set them upon her. Each one grabbed ahold of her still-outstretched wings, shattering the joints beneath stained teeth. The true demon set upon her neck, tearing flesh from her neck before showing her his prize and adding her own flesh to his feast. She struggled to find her voice as her knees buckled beneath her, but she had a bargain for this monster. “Let her go. You can have me if you let her go. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as she’s allowed to leave,” she managed to rasp, but again the demon only sheered. He will not give up his new toys
And his torture had only begun.
Again, he used his demonic magic. Illusions, the worst possible imaginable, flickered through her mind unrelenting. There was only so much torment the mind was capable of handling and the images seemed to sear themselves upon her very soul. There was no fighting back against this – she had no way to protect her mind against this onslaught. Never had she felt so helpless. He stole her sight, then her sense of touch, then smell – tearing senses away one by one leaving her alone with the images that were slowly tearing her apart. At least then she forgot the pain…
Iona was only stirred back to consciousness when the ground shook beneath her and Alysanne managed to find a way out of the labyrinth of caves and together the sisters escaped the demon, though they were battered and more dead than alive. But life returned, eventually. Wings and wounds healed in time. Though some things never healed, not really…
---
The memory had caused a sweat to break out on the painted mare’s sides. She shifted her wings that still bore the scars from the encounter and pulled them closer to her body in an effort to physically hold herself together. She and Aly had been so young when they had ventured into Nocturne, only three years old and hardly more mature than children. But the encounter had changed Iona. Hardened her in many ways but strengthened her in so many more. More importantly she lived to see the carefree smile grace her sister’s face again. However, to this day Iona still felt vulnerable in the presence of magic. She feared another would be able to violate her mind as the demon – Abaddon – had done so easily.
She huffed out a sigh and shook her head, trying to clear the memory that still seemed lodged in the forefront of her mind. Why this? Why now?
"The question isn't who's going to let me;
it's who's going to stop me."
it's who's going to stop me."
Iona wants a magneto helmet to keep people out of her head.
I have no idea how you would make it look spiffy / phrase that. But that's the gist xD
a sort of ref
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Force and magic permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury.
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