Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
Chan |
He was loath to admit it, but after many complaints to wise mares he had to admit that they were right. Disliking the magic that pulsed through his blood wouldn't make it go away, and avoiding to use it would not make matters any worse. And as Fajira didn't hesitate to tell him, he didn't have to like it but leaving all this power to its own devices was downright dangerous. He had already found that things tended to start burning when he got angry, as if the heat of the fire within began to leak when his emotions weren't held down.
It had to be addressed, and so the reluctant mage ventured to the central parts of the land where he found that he could do the least amount of damage. After all, what impression could a few explosions have on a landscape that was continuously exposed to the heat of Helovia's heart, the boiling pit of glowing magma that scorched the landscape and continuously breathed out its pillar of black smoke, ash and steam.
"Isn't there a better place?" he couldn't help but complain to the dragon as they approached the ashen plain, the gray coat already stone-hued and damp from the sweat that oozed from every pore. The day was hot, a brilliant sun beating down on the suffering mortals with merciless amusement. Not a cloud could be seen on the sky, and Lace desperately longed for a deep, cold lake to submerge himself in.
"Stop whining" she retorted, utterly unconcerned by the brutal heat where she flew beside him. "Focus."
"Yeah yeah" he muttered and gave her a wry look before he began to head in a different direction, stepping out of the tall grasses and further out on the ashen field where gems and crystal dust glittered over the ground.
But focusing was easier said than done. For hours the stallion repeated the same routine of clearing his mind, gathering the heat of the magic before letting it manifest in a pulsating orb of fire that emitted a scorching heat not unlike that of it's giant cousin in the sky. That part was easy. The hard thing was to maintain the orb, to manipulate the flow of time that according to Fajira had to weave around it; somehow her senses seemed more attuned to this magic than his, perhaps because of her own attachment to the element. No matter how many times she explained it to him in words and passed the sensation she claimed should be there across their bond, the flames kept imploding or bursting in searing, dangerous cascades of uncontrolled fire.
Finally Lace had enough. He was tired, thirsty, had a headache worthy of a god and his body was littered with burns, cuts and bruises from all the times he had been knocked over by the force of his own incompetence. In a fit of uncontrolled frustration he reared with a scream and slammed the front hooves into the ground with such force that the teeth rattled in his mouth, his mind releasing a large uncontrolled fireball that only lasted for a second before it exploded. Fire burst out all around him, enveloping the entire area in its scorching embrace - nearly singing the tail of the shocked dragon and relentlessly burning anything and anyone who hadn't been wise or quick enough to move away.
@[Tandavi]
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| World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire
Charks |
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style>
we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
"Look, Raj. Fire!"
They see it rising in the distance, the blazing light of a burning sun. It sears the sunlit summer sky, a glow from below to reach that above and burn the blue out of the horizon. The girl is excited, but her brother frowns - Kali say no, he points out, tilting his snout pointedly towards Tandavi's back. Unaware of childish schemes, the white gryphon has been lulled to sleep despite sharp bones and a jostling stride; occasionally her gold-tipped tail flicks in an avian dream, but she seems lifeless in all ways else, and our firedancer reminds Natraj of this with a surge of gleaming, devilish glee. She can't say no if she's asleep.
The kitsune has no protest to offer this flawless plan, and the two proceed on lightened feet. It is not so long before they reach the ring of damaged, brittle brush and shrub; and then onwards, further, pushing cautiously so as not to disturb their drowsy sitter, eyes ever seeking the source of the sun. It is not the Heart itself, they decide, for it pulsates sporadically and erratically against the pale sky. As they watch a bright flame fades, then erupts again, casting a deathly pall upon ashy earth; they change their course but slightly to face the believed epicenter, ears of black and gold and red turned out in eager anticipation of what might come next.
There are three things.
One: the filly catches sight of a familiar figure. Silver blended with black and gold, Lace is a stallion her mother likes more than she'll admit and aunt Miri loves more than she knows. Born with her mother's ability to read souls, Tandavi knows more than perhaps she should; but she knows little of the gold-eyed stallion, and she is happy to see that he, too, has been drawn to the flame. A shrill whinny shrieks joyfully into the air as she greets the knight from twenty feet away, creeping carefully from behind and hoping to surprise he and his dragon, even as Lace rises up on legs of pitch and slams his weight back down.
Two: Kali awakes with a start and a cry, gripping tight to Tavi's back in a bemused flurry of feather and claw. In the seconds it takes her to comprehend her surroundings her wayward charge is calling to Lace, and a moment too late she sees the danger, and screams a warning to her friends while taking to the air. Lace! Fajira! NO! she projects as loud as she can, blue eyes wild as the fire explodes and she is helpless to stop it, helpless to do anything but watch and will her bonded to come.
And Three: a small sun is displaced from the sky and, unstable, bursts beneath the stallion's rage. Its force extends, explodes, and envelops a crimson girl and her shadow brother in a radiant blaze of heat, singing her mane, smoking his tail, and burning them both along the ridges of young muscle and the lines of bone. The Kitsune howls and ducks between her legs, but Tandavi makes no sound as the fire embraces her: she is shocked, amazed, awed and, somehow, euphoric.
The pain sets in. Her body falls. And Kali drops down from the sky, furious in her worry and panicked in her fear.
@[Sacre]
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| World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal
& Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric
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Sacre I'd rather kiss the ground than kiss a starless sky
After his days trapped within the confines of the Edge, Sacre had come to discover that in that time his legs had grown longer, his mane now tickled his neck and he could now walk further for longer periods of time. It seemed foal hood was slowly leaving him and adolescence happily took the reins. With this came a new kick for adventure, his need to know burning brighter than ever and if anything, a little company was much needed to fill his time with something more than brooding over past events. There were things he and Roux needed to sort together, but for now, he enjoyed the freedom of the wind and the pleasure of an open road. He travelled far, deciding to repay a visit to the heart, passing his birth place along the way with a fond smile. The purple meadows would always remain with Sacre, in a way, that was his real home, in the wild abundance of nature and her tender embrace. He almost wanted to turn back when the familiar thistles became more scarce and made way for taller grasses. However, an explosion of fire like he'd never seen before lit up in the distance and the colt stopped dead in his tracks, caught between fear and intrigue. What on earth had caused that? Was it a monster? Should he turn and run? Teeth grated, only cowards run, so the boy stood his ground until finally he could make out an equine figure in shock and worry.
A blur of onyx, he sprinted forwards with his mother's eyes wide in fright for what he might find, what on earth had happened. The closer his long, legs carried him the more he began to recognize the familiar grulla tones and the white dragon who had quite scared him witless the first time he had met her. "Mr Lace! Mr Lace! Are you okay?!" He shouted as loud as his boyish tones would allow him to. It was then he noticed the slim figure of a girl littering the ground, sucking in a sharp in take of breath as he recognized her to be the girl he'd met in the mountains that time; Tandavi.
Why was this happening?! "Tandavi!" He wailed, his vision a blur to what he had just witnessed, what could he do? If only he had power to heal, if only he had been strong enough to push away the waves of fire... If only... If only. The bonded of Rishima, once his guard, caught his eye and he almost pleaded with the griffon who had once sent fear into his heart. He didn't care if Rishima turned up here, somebody, anybody would be welcomed by the boy who was shaking visibly by what he had just witnessed. "I don't know what to do" he mourned, praying for some instruction, some help, nothing in life had prepared him for this.
(sorry for the delay! @[Lace])
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Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
Chan |
He only realized that they were there as his hooves descended towards the ground, mind hazed over with rage. By then it was too late. The fire erupted around them all and singed the ground, the child, his own skin. It was there one minute and then it was gone, and through a drifting veil of smoke Lace found himself staring at Tandavi with eyes glazed over with pain and shock, saw her stand there awestruck and singed... before wobbling and falling on the spot.
"no, no No NO!!" he screamed and lunged forward, hooves kicking up dust and ash into the air as he ran over to the girl and fell to his knees next to her. He barely registered the pain from his own wounds, too worried about the golden filly to even care. A hurried examination showed that her burns weren't as extensive as he had feared. While ugly looking and undoubtedly painful they were shallow, hardly worth going to a healer for - if it had been anyone but a young girl. A little mare he should have been protecting rather than expose to childish tantrums from someone supposedly adult...
"Worry later, find healer now" Fajira cut across his self-loathing, her mental voice sharp and urgent. The lack of blame in her feelings toward him almost made the stallion want to snap back at her - how could she not think this was his fault, when it so clearly was? - but luckily he was at least collected enough to see the reason in her demand.
As he reached the nose out to nudge her moon-touched face and urge her to wake up, the sound of hooves and a worried voice had the grullo's head jerking back up, ears slicked and whites glowing in the fiery light from the Heart. He hadn't recognized the voice at first, it belonged to a stranger who's path he had crossed only twice before. But as the golden gaze touched on the jet black frame of a young colt splattered in crimson, recognition struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"Sacre!" he breathed out, relieved and curious at the same time as he noted the familiarity between him and the daughter of the Edge. "Calm down boy, she's not that badly hurt... Silly girl, she sneaked up on me, I had no idea she was there until it was too late." Cringing as he stumbled back up on his feet, Lace stepped back and allowed the young unicorn a chance to come close to his friend, taking a moment to assess his own injuries. Honestly, they were a tad more severe than Tandavi's. Searing hot fire had licked his face and chest, burning the coat off and blistering the skin in scattered patches. It burned and stung as sweat dripped into the open lacerations, but nothing vital had been injured - he could see, the mouth was undamaged and while not much remained of the silken forelock that was only a minor annoyance. The injuries would heal on their own, the process had already started...
If only he'd been able to transfer the same gift to the girl.
"Fajira..." he reached out to his dragon after a deep, calming breath, trying to regain some semblance of brain function as the shock settled back.
"I know" she replied and came down to circle above him, giving up her attempts at communicating with Kali and the fox. "I'll try find Zaffre, make them meet you half way..."
"No, go south instead. The Throat is closer, find Onni if you can, or another healer..." She gave him a sweeping glance with a pale blue eye, but nodded without comment and took off, rapidly beating wings soon carrying her out of sight.
Gradually regaining his composure and pushing the nagging guilt back from his immediate consciousness, the silver stallion finally turned back to the yearlings and padded over, head lowering down to blow a stream of air onto the face of the girl.
"Tandavi... Can you stand, child? Fajira is heading to the Throat to find a healer... If you can stand, we should try to meet them halfway." A quick glance at Sacre asked the young stallion for aid; if they both steadied her...
@[Tandavi]
 Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
The Store | The Warden
| World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire
Charks |
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style>
we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
The gryphon's coos are buried beneath the sound rush of worried male voices. Kali strokes a golden ear, sharp claws gentle as she rumbles a soothing purr. Where the girl has fallen the gryphon descends, landing beside her young ward's face and peering anxiously at the sealed black eyes. Never one to hide her feelings, every line of the hybrid's stance shows that she knows herself to be at fault; how dare she sleep when she was assigned to watch, how dare she let this happen to her charge? Gold-tipped tail beats the ashen ground; the gryphon thinks this place must be cursed, for always those she loves are wounded here, and always she is powerless to help. The ugly burns that line Tandavi's youthful face, bright red and black where coat has left her shoulders bare, the exposed neck which has caught the brunt of the damage, directly below where skull meets the arc- she stares at these all and know them to be her fault. Failed, failed, failed! In her guilt Kali mewls, and Tandavi cringes at the sound.
If she had been a kinder girl, Tandavi would have rescued Kali and the others from their worry in the moments which passed between her fall and their descent. Though perhaps kinder is not the right world- it wasn't that Tandavi relished seeing her friends suffer. She simply did not understand that any sort of grief could come from an experience so invigorating.
Onyx eyes open to see Lace peering down at her, a split second before his muzzle grazes her face. She blinks, once, pulling herself out of the distracting, encompassing tingle of new magic that sits inside her belly, willing her mind to leave its exciting new friend. The burns on her body are strong but contained, limited largely to where young, supple bones jut out from the waif-like frame; and it is not pain that fills her senses now, but fire. For a moment she is hesitant, torn between the possession of the power and the WeyrLeader's soft voice, and then a cry breaks through the cobwebs of her mind, and she recognizes her name on only barely familiar lips. Like a marionette she follows Lace's receding head, displacing Kali much to the gryphon's relieved protests, rolling onto her stomach and lifting one uncertain leg to better peer at the distant boy. From her side Natraj voices his recognition, followed quickly by Kali hissing hers; where the kitsune sees Sacre and thinks friend, the gryphon sees him though a protective lens, a potential threat who felt little but loathing for the mate of her soul. It confuses the girl, who ignores Lace a moment longer, in favor of putting together words in a fiercely unapologetic question.
"What did you do to Kali?"
It's not a shout by any means, but there's something dangerous in the girl's voice, the deep tones an echo of her mother's mature murmur. Another fore goes up; the firechild's eyes never leave the colt, to nearly disastrous results: her body is more shaken than the direct, dark mind, and trembles as she rises, stumbling and falling against the larger form of Lace. Still her eyes do not leave Sacre's, the curious accusation rising hot behind tempered glass. Her anger is unwarranted, the protective surge of wrath as more response to her physical trauma and the sudden invasion of such a violent power than any perceived trespass against her kin; but she does not know that, and the newly acquired magic which had tempted her so greatly tingles beneath her skin, begging her to call it forth, play and see what it can do.
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o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!
| World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal
& Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric
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Sacre I'd rather kiss the ground than kiss a starless sky
Breathe Sacre, BREATHE. The whole ordeal was not exactly end of the world stuff, but for the little boy who had never seen such fire before, it might as well of been. For all his clever perception and intelligence for his age, Sacre was still a child and more so today of all days. Especially to Tandavi, quiet Tandavi, the boy barely knew her, but simple conversation was enough for him to form some form of a bond that made his heart twist in apprehension. A familiar voice pierced into his thoughts and wild eyes found Mr Lace's who reassured and soothed, alerting him to look properly and realize the fact that Tandavi was not seriously injured or in alarming danger. Ten, maybe twenty seconds, the lad took to slowly collect himself and smile sheepishly, the worried frown still prominent upon his forehead, but finally he reminded himself that panicking was not helpful and foolish. "Ar-Are you sure?" His voice wobbled as he looked down to her crumpled form, the fresh licks marring her fur, concerning the stained lad.
Sacre answers the grulla's unasked question and moves to help him with Tandavi before another threat descends upon him and the child jumps back at Kali's scream. The strange bird from the Edge, Rishima's bonded presumed, like his father was bonded to Aramis, his heart skips and eyes plead with the protective creature that defends her companions child. "You're... Rishima's friend aren't you? Please. I would not hurt her, I- I want to help her" his voice trembled still and he struggled to find more steel, steel like the words he had thrown that day in the edge. Words this winged feline would have heard.
Eyes begged with the griffon until they were dragged away by the voice of Tandavi, her words demanding answers and he presumed Kali was the creature in the sky who viewed him so warily. "Nothing. Well..." He cleared his throat, working on getting his voice higher than a confused mumble. "I was prisoner for a time in the Worlds Edge, your friend was with my guard. Bonded pair perhaps." Sacre still struggled with his thoughts from back then, he never really knew what the relationship was between Kali and Rishima, taking a wild stab in the dark that they were like Aramis and his father, Tandavi and Natraj, Mr Lace and Fajira.
Suddenly aware of time again, cloven hooves slowly itched forwards, an eye flickering between Kali and Lace.
[eek sorry it's delayed!]
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@[Lace] @[Tandavi]
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
| World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire
Charks |
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style>
we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
Hurt feelings and confused ideals; this is all the world has become, an amalgamated mess stemming from misplaced thoughts and hateful words. War and anger tear rifts in the machine, breaking apart the smooth relations of a child and her friend and forcing tension, taut and trembling, to arc between them. But of course the girl does not know this, and she can only look and wonder and not understand as Kali's anger fills the air. The gryphon bristles at Sacre's words, clutching fiercely despite Natraj's nip; she is not placated, for not one bit, and the mention of Rishima only heightens her rage. She remembers this boy for his harsh, cruel words in the face of her bonded, remembers his anger and little else. Kali is a simple thing, unimpressed with the ill-mannered child; she emits an avian grumble along the lines of yeah, right, and continues to glare through slitted eyes, her gaze followed by Tandavi and an anxious Natraj.
The girl, meanwhile, starts at her mother's name- how does Sacre know the moonlit mare who gave her life and lurks beneath the trees? She does not know of the Edge's play at pied piper, or that her mother kept Sacre close so long. Perhaps it is her own blindness to the world around her, or perhaps Rishima consciously kept the children apart, to save her daughter from the sins of the aged. Regardless of how, Tandavi is ignorant, and in the void of her ignorance flows confusion and rage. She demands an answer, and the boy gives it, and all at once the emotions change.
Disbelief. Bemusement. Indignation. "Mother wouldn't keep a captive." Her quick defense is completely invalidated; in truth, Tandavi has very little idea of what her mother will or will not do. But Mother is supreme in the girl's dark gaze, for such is the power of youth and blood bonds, and Mother is good and Mother is kind. But Sacre does not sound like he lies, and as the girl glances at her brother he looks lost as she feels, and Kali's guilty gaze is a silent confession. Confused, at a loss, the girl turns to Lace: why? her eyes demand. I don't understand!
The boy inches forward and the girl whirls around, and the coupling of pain and confusion makes her dizzy, light headed. She stumbles, she gasps, and she drops to her knees, the world a blur of hot air and color. Fire crackles sinful on the arc of her spine, collecting and rising, a small sun forming in a mimicry of Lace. It is the size of a grape, a hesitant thing, but volatile, insecure, a threat in the space that separates them all, improbable wrath and youthful disdain, the loss of control rising and growing and her and her mind all that hold it back. Kali coos pleadingly, looking at Tandavi and back to Lace; Natraj's gaze shifts between Sacre and sister; and both wonder what she'll do, and in that moment even she does not know.
[ @[Sacre], @[Lace] ]
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o. only tag me in opening posts, please!
| World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal
& Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric
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Sacre I'd rather kiss the ground than kiss a starless sky
Sacre bared Kali's gaze, perhaps he deserved to not be trustworthy, he had after all lost his temper back in the Edge. Yet, was it his fault? Taken away from his home and thrust into a land he knew nothing of to be watched by a mare he'd never met before whilst his family went to war? How else was he supposed to react? Sacre tried to find justice in his reaction, he didn't feel he'd earned this griffon's cold stares, but he received them none the less and there was nothing for him to do accept swallow his nerves and endure it. Maybe this would teach him a lesson to keep his emotions more in check next time, that the world wasn't so forgiving on young minds and the effects afterwards were not great.
His attention returned to Tandavi, part of his mind still concerned over her well-being after the ordeal with the exploding fire. She still seemed okay, but Sacre wasn't about to run off and leave her without first checking she was still fine. It was, however, her reaction that surprised him next. Mother? Mother! Rishima was Tandavi's mother! All at once Sacre felt a series of emotion, regret, confusion... How could he explain this now?! How could he tell Tandavi what her mother had been up to without being heartless, how could she not know?! His heart was torn two ways, there was no going back on the words he'd already said now, no chance of lying to protect precious Tandavi. The only thing to do was to keep going forwards and all of a sudden the colt felt quite alone in the world.
"I'm sorry I didn't know she was your mother" he quietly admitted, not knowing why he was apologizing, it just felt like the right thing to do. "But it's true! I was captured along with my twin brother and my mother, Rishima was my guard. I lived in the Worlds Edge for almost a full season." He looked to Kali with a pleading expression then looked to Lace with the same gaze, surely they would back up his story. His heart was pounding and he swallowed back the sickening feeling. How unfair the world was!
She flies away from him as he steps towards her and he gasps when she stumbles, instinctively he moves forward again in a moment that felt like time had slowed down. A little fire sun like the ones from before forms near her back and Sacre felt his stomach churn and his heart rise to his mouth. There was nothing he could do, but oh how he wished he could! Instead he shouted, a mournful cry in a futile attempt. "Tandavi look out!" He screams as he lunges for the sun as if he could just bat it away.
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@[Lace] @[Tandavi]
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
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