the Rift


[OPEN] Forgiveness

Accalia Posts: N/A
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#1
It had been months before the white fae had been captured, willingly giving herself up in the honor of her leader's death. Ignita had left a hole in her heart, the unicorn that invited her to live in her outcast band. But was it a good idea to join a group that gave her such a bad reputation? She wasn't bad, nor blood thirsty or evil. Accalia was a kind horse and just wanted to serve the band to help them. The idea sounded exciting, full of thrill and adventure at first. Now it sounded more like danger.

Deep in her heart, the fae knew Assassins were no more. Just a bitter fantasy, a childs play that would never come true. What kind of promise had she seen in the,? Had she just blindly followed them, owing thanks to Ignita? The Edge horses treated her well and she was feeling slightly attached to their beautiful lands. Thick forests surrounded the rims of the place, cliffs loomed over the wild sea, and the air was fresh. Now, even though being a prisoner the fae cooperated with mostly everything they told her to do.

The girl felt to emotionally weak to fight back, and she actually hoped she could forge some sort of friendship with some of the less hostile equines. Shutting her red brown eyes, the girl paced back and forth once more, feeling the wind ruffle her golden mane. Sighing and bored, she hoped someone would approach her, even if they were to be mean just as long as they spoke to her. But there was another though, an important one creeping to her mind...

“It’s not like I wanted to chase you out of your land”, muttering, pawing at the ground, the fae lifted her head back up and looked around at their well organized camp sighing once more with utter boredom. Lamenting coming here in the first place, the girl continued to pace back and forth finally knowing what she really wanted. She wanted to join this herd and prove loyalty. The Assassins were never for her. Was she fooling herself all the time? Even if they did arise once more, she would want no part of it, besides forged friendships. It was time to follow what her heart truly wanted. "Please, I'd like to speak to someone", melodious vocals ringing through the air, the anxious lass nervously waited.

Kahlua the Sunshower Posts: 662
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin
#2
kahlua
Please, I'd like to speak to someone. The girl would have been better off saying nothing. Yes, her voice was heard. By a horse of the Edge, even. A mare who was nothing but a ghost of her former self. No hint of her prior beauty was left, no spring in her step, no dance in her voice. The mare was nothing but a Kahlua-shaped shell left to wander the earth, pupil-less blue eyes scanning the misty forest with little recognition of what it had been to her before.

She had been bitten, attacked, by a hybrid monster and in her stupidity she had stood there and screamed. But perhaps it was for the better, something in her mind told her. Maybe she was better this way, as one with the darkness. A cruel laugh so unlike the one normally graced her lips fell into the air. Her symptoms had come on slowly at first, just the bite and the kick to remind her of the mistake she had made. But then, all at once, she was more than herself, a monster, her tail transformed, her bruised ribs moving to the outside of her body, growing pincers above her mouth. Yes, she was a monster through and through. There was no denying it.

So the mare did not deny it. Instead, she gave in to the primal call that raised up within her. Find the girl that had wanted to speak to someone, make her wish she hadn't. The painted monster began to trot, the only announcement of her arrival the death of the foliage around her. Resplendence would kill her. But who was Resplendence to Kahlua? Nothing but a wisp of a memory, a distant past that only existed in her mind.

And then she was upon the mare, a pretty thing, but Kahlua had been pretty once too. She cared no longer for beauty. “Well speak, then,” she demanded, but her voice was hollow and without any pause between words and actions, she lunged, pincers reaching out to grab the flesh of the mare who stood before her. Anywhere would be fine, though Kahlua had aimed for her neck.

Settled on her forelock, the scorpion that Ulrik had gifted her watched the events with lifeless eyes. In life, Kahlua would have set the thing down from time to time. In death, he was her permanent companion.

@[Accalia], @[Random Event]
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Helovian Ancient
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#3
@[Accalia] may post once more before the dice roll determines her fate!

Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
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#4
More than 48 hours have passed. Accalia is assumed to have stood her ground but remains uninfected


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