the Rift


As time goes by.

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#1
Time was dripping by.

The close of the season was near. The mare could feel it, the ever so light shortening of the days, the nights that allowed the lands to cool down just that little bit more than usual.

Soon, the time would come. Plans would be initiated.

But the mare needed confirmation. Perhaps she had become too reliant upon the opinion of her Goddess. Still, she made the climb to realm that would give her better a better chance of ensuring what she longed to do would not cause more damage upon the lands. As she climbed, she could see the vast stretches of scorched lands below, scars upon the lands caused by the anger of a god unhinged. She did not want her actions to cause the same reaction.

Akaith carried eggshells, from her latest clutch of hatchlings. The dragon had been curiously distant of late, though Mirage knew the reasons for it. TallSun was the perfect season to hatch new dragons, the heat nurtured them, though hunts were sometimes slim pickings, as the season turned, animals would lay down more fat to survive the winter, and the dragon younglings would prosper. The dragon had collected these eggshells however, and placed a third of each of them upon each shrine.

"My lieges, I pray for your guidance. I do not wish to cause more damage - I seek a home for my kin, the Qian. I have promises of support should physical force be required, but I do not long for war..." It was difficult for the maiden to express her needs. The WeyrLeader was too ambitious to ever bow down to another rule, even if she respected them. But she knew she needed to secure a homeland for those who had pledged themselves to her, to the Qian. And she would do whatever it took to secure one.

Hope within her heart, she waits.

[ ooc : Basically, Mirage wants to know if her plans for invading a herd land would upset the cosmic balance like the pegs invading the Throat did. Any God, but it would make sense if it was the Moon God ;-) *crosses fingers for good dice roll* ]


God of the Moon Posts: 236
Helovian Ancient
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless
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#2

God of the Moon
Cloaked in darkness and wind.




Out of darkness came the Goddess, silver hooves clacking down on the cooling lava with poise, her slender body slightly distended with the growing of a body in her womb. Still, it was hardly noticeable under the folds of her feathered wings as she walked toward the familiar mare, a slight smile pulled over her normally cool expression. "Worry not, Mirage," she says, her voice quiet and calm, silver eyes swirling around in their unbroken expanse.

"You fight for your kin," she says, her voice like the whisper of the wind. "That in itself is noble." Besides, the Moon Goddess trusted this mare as a friend of the night, did she not? Mirage was a smart mare, capable and strong. If anyone were to handle the Edge in stead of the ice King Mauja, it would be her.

Her face was open, attempting to be soothing toward the mare dressed in black, the golden dragon by her side. "Does this still trouble you?"





Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#3
The form of the Goddess comes with silent grace, hoofbeats swallowed by darkness. A smile curved her velvet lips, as it always did, when she saw the Goddess whose moonlight had guided her so often from the heavens. Mild surprised might have widened her pupils a moment, as she noted the growing barrel of the lavender hued tribrid before her, curiosity sparking behind her aureate gaze, but it was a mere moment before she returned to her original intentions. Chiselled visage dipped regally before her, chin bumping against her pectoral muscles, a whicker of greeting escaping her.

The words she spoke calmed the mare more than anything else could, that she had the Moon Goddess' blessing to forge on with her plans was a comfort. Though fear still caused a shiver to tickle the hairs along her spine, confidence in herself grew. Fear of failure, of what failure would mean for her, for the Qian - it did bother her, trouble her like an itch in a spot that could not be satisfied. She held the gaze of the Moon Goddess, knowing that in that look, this celestial being would easily see all that went on within her.

"I will do my best not to worry." Her voice was a whisper, a breath, and with it she tried to master the concern she felt, to expel it from her, as she did most other emotions. Thoughts drifted to the Tuuli - were they so different in their cause? Perhaps their obvious atheism, and the fact that they chose lands governed by a raging tyrant, was what led to this destruction. Mirage's kin were all mixed in their beliefs, but they pledged themselves to Mirage, and with herself being an ally of the Moon - she felt there was a comfortable balance within the Qian, one that she hoped would be the group's ongoing fundamental strengths.

And there was the issue of endangering those she loved and cared about - for the greater good? What greater good was there when her actions would ultimately cause those who did not want her lead to turn against her, offended and angered that she might have successfully infiltrated their home? Nerves ran wild within her, but always she tried to steady them. Peering into the cool, silver eyes of the Goddess, the mortal mare did her best to calm herself again, but it was difficult for her. Only the fact that her kin needed a home kept her strong. With that curiosity glinting behind her golden eyes once more, she extended her nose towards the barrel of the Goddess, and kindly remarked;

"A mighty foal must grow within you; should it ever require a guide to the mortal realm, I would be glad to donate my time." And care, devotion, love. Not that Mirage thought the unborn child would receive anything less, being raised by the Moon Goddess after all. How the child was conceived did cause some speculation to cross the mare's mind, but she didn't think on it too much - this was the Moon Goddess after all, she wasn't about to be raped by some common steed. Her offer was sincere and even a bit hopeful, to be given an opportunity to show her devotion was something she never shirked away from.

She wondered at the divine creature before her, whether she would entertain the notion of conversation with a mere mortal. Mirage had asked for guidance, and had received it; truly she wanted nothing more - she was not foolish enough to ask for strength, or for guaranteed results, she knew that such things would need to be proven by the strength of her own character, and the loyalty and resolve of those who claimed to follow her. Akaith chirruped, clearly pleased with the sight of the healthier looking Goddess, her multi-faceted eyes swirling delighted lavender and turquoise at the idea of new life being born.


God of the Moon Posts: 236
Helovian Ancient
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless
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#4

God of the Moon
Cloaked in darkness and wind.




Mirage knew, the Moon Goddess could see it in her eyes.

Still, the black mare said nothing of the pregnancy at first, falling instead into her customary sign of respect. The lavender mare returned the nod with grace, her own head falling only slightly, with an elegant swish of her silver mane. Even as the whisper of words soothed Mirage, there was a fear struck within her face that the God could not quite determine. She was brave, but the weight of her friends and family pulled heavily on her shoulders. Carrying such a weight could drag you into the ground - perhaps this was her fear.

The eyes that had often held a fire uncommon to most were clouded by worry, even as her mouth dropped out utterances that she would try to banish them. The Moon Goddess smirks, her lips pulling upward in an amused fashion. There was little she could do as a deity to ease the fears of a leader, but as a friend, she might make some progress. Even as thoughts swirled within the mortal brain of Mirage, the Moon appears calm, poised, waiting for her internal rant to come to its inevitable end, when the amber eyes again peered out at her with familiarity and not distance thought.

The question causes the lady to smile, albeit a small and veiled expression. "The child will be well attended to in the World's Edge," she assures Mirage, "but you are welcomed to come to know him in time." The perks of being a deity meant simply knowing about your foal. Before her child had even entered the world outside of her womb, the Goddess knew of him, knew of Mesec.

"It is right of you to be frightened, you know," the lady says after a brief pause. "The future of your loved ones is currently uncertain, and it stands in a path of violence." Her silver eyes watch Mirage thoughtfully, waiting for her expression to change. "However, without a proper home, this land has been rough upon them, so you must ask yourself what the better alternative is. Would you ask them to stand beside you and fight or stand beside you and slowly decay?"




Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#5
Patience, Mirage could see it, and acceptance of her company, a comradeship, an understanding - they were not equals in the life they lived, no, but there was something between them. Friendship? Or was it Mirage's faith in her deity that feigned these relations? Was she reading too much into the circumstances, seeing kindnesses that didn't exist? Was she a favoured mare of the Moon Goddess' kind graces, or just a fortunate follower? She didn't want to question it, and tried to put a halt upon the thoughts that could lead to second guessing everything she had done here in Helovia, and instead accepted the Goddess' love and patience as she would a sister.

The World's Edge was mentioned, and the charred mare's ears tilted thoughtfully, a small smile upon her own lips as she noticed the celestial creature hinted at already knowing everything about the youth she bore. There would be few surprises in her life. Mirage pondered happily, wondering what it would be like to live life knowing mostly what the future would hold, being able to shape it upon your own whim. She amused herself then, remembering words her own mother used to speak. Your future is yours, it is pliable, malleable; shape it how you wish it to be. She supposed any could alter their own futures on whatever whims they pleased to.

The harmonic tones once again caress her ears, and a flood of gratitude swells up within the mare, a confidence reinstalled, a decision more firmly concluded. Mirage nodded to her, knowingly, gratefully, the concern still apparent but obviously less so, as she finds herself more settled on her plans now. An old spark returned to her golden eyes, Akaith chirruped, sensing the change that no doubt was obvious through the subtle shifting of her own posture. The mare of mixed heritages dipped her arabic tiara to the Goddess, her own sweet, melodic hum entering the fray once again. "As always, you make clearer to me what I should have already known; you renew my faith not only in yourself, but my own hooves too."

"Thank you, m'Lady Luna. The Qian will have their herdland. I will ensure this."
An urge to embrace the celestial mare overwhelmed Mirage, her hooves stepped closer, her nose outstretched, gently inquiring, awaiting to see if she would proffer some kind of contact in return. She merely yearned to show affection towards the deity like she would a fellow member of the Qian - and it was only after she had taken these steps that she stopped to consider whether the Goddess would return the gesture. Though she wouldn't think any less of her if the lavender one simply turned away, she still had no qualms with at least, making the offer. Smiling warmly, she blew her breath gently upon the Goddess' pelt, more happy than she had been when she initially arrived.


God of the Moon Posts: 236
Helovian Ancient
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless
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#6

God of the Moon
Cloaked in darkness and wind.




Calm and serene, the picture of dark, mysterious confidence as she stands beside the dark mare. Her words inspire confidence, and she can feel it building in Mirage’s mind even before her words assure the deity that she has been of help. It makes the small, mystic smile remain in place on her lavender features, but otherwise you would never know that she had even heard the words spoken by Mirage. Her silver eyes are already turned toward the future. The future of her son, of the Qian, of Helovia.

She could not see past the present, but you could always make rather accurate assumptions if you judge the present circumstances correctly. “I have no doubt in your abilities, Mirage,” the lady says, almost absently, were it not for the slight shift of her silver eyes toward the black mare. As Mirage begins to step closer, the lady does not withdraw away from her, but waits for the touch she knew would come, even as hesitant as it is delivered.

With a small smile, right after the touch, the deity takes a step forward, disappearing into a faint lavender mist before her presence goes missing altogether. A push of a breeze twirls around Mirage for a moment, the deity’s own personal idea of an embrace.




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