the Rift


[OPEN] Boundaries

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#1
You can’t stand it. The pacing back and forth, the cold sweats, the trembling. Your bag is running lower and lower. A few vines left to hold you until the end of this darkness comes. You’re actually considering just wandering out into the fog. Because fuck it. You don’t care anymore. You need these plants. And, well, to be honest you’re not doing so great. And you’re supposed to be helping the war effort too… What a hell of a general you are. Too busy detoxing, whining about your own problems, to be of any use.

Moving too fast, you pace around various rooms of the cavern, bobbing your head violently, ears flicking too quickly all around you. You don’t even know what you’re doing. You tried fighting, it seemed to help for a little bit, but you need something else, something to take your mind off the pain and desire that is taking over your mind. For a moment, your mind drifts back to Seele, and that time… Honestly you don’t even know what happened. You were just standing there, and then all the sudden you felt cold, distant, like you weren’t yourself. You were nothing, it was an out of body experience. That could work… But where is the damned woman? You haven’t seen her in…. how long? Months? What the hell happened to her? You shake the idea from your head. It’s a useless plan without Seele there to complete it.

And then something catches your eye. A glass box, quite large, with various slots and compartments, all of them filled with greenery. And beside it a glass basket, equally well carved, sitting full of even more greenery. Could it be? You beeline your way towards the supplies, shoving past anybody that tries to get in your way, and shove your nose towards the basket. But one deep inhale tells you that the plants are not what you want, what you need. They are not yours. You nearly shove the basket over in pushing it aside, the object dancing wildly as it tries to regain it’s balance, several of the plants within it being jolted loose.

As for the box, you waste no time throwing it open, only the chain that the creator had added keeping the lid from shattering on the stony ground below it. One by one, you begin sticking your nose into the compartments, sniffing and smelling, trying to find the one, your only god. Locoweed.
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Resplendence Posts: 466
Hidden Account atk: 4.5 | def: 8 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1 hh :: eight (ages in frostfall) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Valiance :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Abba
#2
Resplendence
come and watch over me like the pale moonlight



Resplendence had been trying to explore more of the caves - trying to stay away from the area that had been filled with images of death and destruction. It was making her a complete and total mess. But, at the same time, she couldn't leave her box there. She had to go back and check on it on occasion - make sure that no one had done anything strange to it when she wasn't there.

Of course, what the girl stumbled upon had her frozen in her dark little corner of the different methods to the multiple caverns along the way. There is an emaciated stag with large horns a top his cranium stuffing his face into the glass basket that contained herbs to help with the energy of her herd on the way towards these caves. As he pulls his head out, though, the basket is shoved - the delicate glass has to be this close to being knocked over as she stands there. "S-stop!" She whispers, but her voice doesn't seem to hit the stag's ears.

No. Instead, he's throwing the lid of her box open and she winces as she starts to move forward - glad that it didn't shatter against the wall. And then, he is sticking his notes into each compartment, a scratching noise appearing as his horns cling against the glass. Res is having a panic attack. Her entire body is trembling as she moves forward and closer toward the looming creature and his sickly frame. "Th-that's mine. Get... get away from it..." She says, her one ear pinning back as she peers up toward him. Each of her limbs locking as her muscles continued to tremble. "Please..." Her voice was definitely getting caught in her throat as she peered toward the stag, "If you need help - I... I-I can offer you... s-something?"

She was not meant for this. She felt as though she was being personally invaded. That was her box. With her things. And someone she didn't know was looking through it without the manners to be polite about it and actually take care of the heartfelt, painstakingly crafted glass that Kahlua had made for her.
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love

Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize Brit
#3
Lakota
The Poisoner


Emboldened by her respite with Locket, and the hope-inspiring news Arrane had shared, the Poisoner is alert and focused for the first time since she had left- no. Don't think about it. She forces it from her head, deliberately clearing it away like dust before it settles on her and breaks her resolve. She is strong. She is resilient. She can handle this. With the knowledge that Ktulu is not lost to her, she can continue on. She will continue on, as she always has and always will. Nothing can stop her, and nothing ever has. This is nothing in comparison. She moves with purpose towards the exit of the Sanctuary, ready to risk her life to bring her beloved back to the realm she belongs, when she is shoved to the side by a crazed looking stallion, seeming hell-bent on a destination she must have passed. Whipping around with a snarl and bared teeth, she stalks after him. He is manic in his desire to get wherever the hell he's going, but that doesn't matter to her. Only when he targets an herb box does she halt, regarding him in surprise. What the hell was he doing, and why? He certainly did not seem the healer.

It is further proven when he flips the top off and begins hunting through it like a trough, the pig. A cry echoes from nearby, and she recognizes it as one of the Edge healers, though she can hardly recall her name. It's pitiful, the way she tries to intervene, and Lakota grits her teeth. She's so pathetic, and Lakota...well, she was always the one to take in the kicked puppies and drenched kittens. Her cries tear at her heart, but Lakota simply knows that the long-haired damsel will not stop the crazed stallion, and he had already doomed himself by pissing her off when he shoved into her so rudely. "Hey asshole!" she shouts. Ears pinned she speeds up once more, streaking forward and slamming her right shoulder into the soft spot right behind his elbow, straight against the ribs. She may be slim, but she can pack a punch for sure, and once he is shoved away from the box she stands as tall as she can- cursing her short stature- and bares her teeth ferociously.

"Back the fuck off, the lady said it's hers!" She reaches deep into herself, and her magic spikes eagerly, her emotions driving it higher and stronger until mist swirls across the cavern floors. It pricks the skin on her nape, and everyone around should be able to recognize that it is dangerous, poisonous. Magic has that kind of feeling to it, where you know if it's insidious or not. The poison she chooses, much like rifling through a cabinet of labeled jars, is one that will make him painfully sick and weak, but not kill him. She doesn't know who this stray dog belongs to, but she doesn't want to make any more enemies than necessary. Wouldn't be worth the sigh she'd surely wrench from Apollo.

"Don't even think about moving, asshole. Unless you want to vomit up whatever you just ate." Aodaun is at her side, huge and intimidating, sharp fangs bared and a low growl filling the caverns like thunder with how loud it is. Turning briefly, assured that Ao has their prey pinned with his gaze, she sends her own over her shoulder to check on the meek girl. "Hey, take care of your box, okay? I've got this bastard." Her eyes narrow at the mention of him and she flicks her mane like the aristocratic bitch she totally is, and turns to watch him wearily. The mist is pooled along the floor, within her control, a barrier Oxy wouldn't want to cross if he had any brain cells left. She just had to make sure no idiotic bypasser would happen into it. She really didn't want to clean up the mess if they did.

Chunga-Stock

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#4
That’s mine. Get away from it. The stuttering of a voice is heard before you, but the meekness is hardly anything to make you listen. It’s like she’s asking you, too politely, to please let her stuff go. But, as far as you’re concerned, you were here first, and you’re not done with what you’re doing. You’ve searched through about half of the plants, but none of them are even remotely familiar. Not in the way that your plants are, not in the way that you intimately know the scent, the texture, the gentle fuzz, the tiny little flowers. No, none of what you have found yet is right. It’s not yours. Still, you keep on trying, an ear flicked towards the girl as she suggests that she can offer you something, but you’re certain your searching is faster. Because obviously the girl who owns the box won’t know where she put the locoweed if she has it. Good logic.

Of course, it seems like nothing can ever get done in peace in Helovia. If you’re doing something, damn sure somebody else is going to butt their nose into it. Hey asshole. More ear flickering, but you’re rather determined and it’s not a voice you recognize by any means. Besides, it isn’t the first time you’ve been called a name or two. But you probably should have listened, because all the sudden you’re being hit. Well… maybe hit isn’t exactly the word. You’re being shoved, rather rudely at that.

Maybe if you had a few more of your vines in your system you’d be in a little better shape to withstand the thrust from the little mare. Not too many- not that point where you’re stoned out of your mind, just that point where you’re functioning normally. Normally for you, that is. But, regardless of all that, you’re not functioning normally. You had half a vine this morning. Not near enough. Her shoulder hits you just behind your left elbow, your bag jostling about in protest, and you stumble to the side. Great. Now you’ll never get to finish.

As if to prove your point, the little thing that caused the (now dully pulsing) bruise behind your elbow starts yelling again. Without hesitation, your ears fall back against your head, glaring at her. And you’re about to say something nasty when mist starts swirling up against the floor. For a moment you panic, tensing, thinking it’s the same mists that have swallowed your home, and toss your head up, stumbling back another step, metal horseshoes clinking against the stony ground. Don’t think about moving. Yeah, ok… a little too late. At least you moved away from her.

“First of all, you crazy bitch,” you begin pointedly, staring down the poisoner, “I didn’t eat a damned thing. And second of a-” You are interrupted the actions of your little boggart, responding to the menacing growls of the Aodaun. The wisp of a girl rushes from your shoulder bag, against your wishes you might add, and forms into the strangest image before your eyes. She has the most uncanny nack, as all boggarts do, of knowing what others are scared of and becoming that thing. So today, she becomes a mare, a terrible, diseased, wraith-like mare that you’ve never seen before, but a mare nevertheless. And, from what you can tell, the mare is dead. Her black body laying sideways in the air (the image being in miniature size, of course), blood seeping from every orifice, her white mane stained with the color. Lakota will recognize her as Ktulu. You just find the image annoying.

The chaos that is in your mind, both at the mares and now at your little boggart, causes the image to flicker and lose its shape, disappearing into a black wisp of nothingness. You can feel in your bond that the little wisp hopes the poisoner is affected. Maybe she’s not so bad… Sometimes. Turning then, to glare at Resplendence, you note that her limb also has a piece of glass wrapped around it. Obviously the girl has something for shiny things. “Call your damn lapdog off,” you give a glare to Lakota for good measure, doing your best to ignore the somewhat unsettling polar bear that stands beside her, before turning back to the miniscule pink mare with way too much hair. “I was just looking for some locoweed.” As if to punctuate your stupidity, the knot just behind your elbow begins to pulsate again and you begin bobbing your head in response. Or maybe it’s to ward off the creeping thoughts of your plants that are invading your mind once more. You begin sweating again, your neck slowly becoming damper. You’ve got to do something. This just isn’t working.
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Resplendence Posts: 466
Hidden Account atk: 4.5 | def: 8 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1 hh :: eight (ages in frostfall) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Valiance :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Abba
#5
Resplendence
and i'd tell that i miss you but i'm sure it doesn't matter at all
Hey asshole! The words ring in Res's ears and she shudders back a few steps, her ear pinning in panic as she looks at him and then towards the mare that is now slamming into the stag's side.

It''s not safe. It's not safe. Nothing is safe. But that box! It's all she has left of Kahlua. Those glass things are all she has left! Kahlua was eaten by the darkness. She might never see her again and that box was about to get broken. It wasn't until she saw the wall of poisonous fog that seemed to appear from around the mare that she started to inch in closer to the equine who had attacked the creature. Was she going to come after her too? But, of course, that desire to be close to the only thing that would be left of Kahlua was stronger than the idea that death might befall her too.

Only when the mare glanced back at the tiny dun did she start to move closer, being told to take care of her box. With an urgency and a delicacy she begins to rearrange everything that is in the box. Her maw placing each portion back in its correct spot before her audits perked up at the sound of a low, droning voice. He calls the mare that is stationed between Res and himself a crazy bitch, saying that he didn't eat anything. Which, was true, he only moved things around like a crazy idiot. It is the appearance of some small image of a mare. It was diseased, much like the one that had attacked them, but it was laying sideways with blood coming from every pore possible. It sickens the mare who is moving herbs around in her box and tears flood from her eyes. She can't even be certain the image was meant for her - but the blood connects so deeply with her images of horses with their intestines looping out of their guts and blood covering their pelts. Alone. So alone.

But it doesn't matter that's she breaking down a little, he's commanding her to call off the 'lapdog' as he calls the mare in front of her. "I-I don't k-know her. I c-can't c-control a-anyone." She whispers, frame trembling as she cowers beside her herb box which she shuts in a delicate manner, careful to make sure that it doesn't crash together. He says that he was just looking for some locoweed, and it only makes her ear pin back even tighter against her neck as he starts to bob his head in response, sweat forming against his neck. "I-I don't carry any. It-It's addictive..." As if he doesn't know that. He has to already be addicted to it to be in this state.

Does she care though? She'd much rather let him deal with the painful detoxing after how he nearly broke the two things she had left of Kahlua. She opens the box slowly, carefully pulling out a small bit of Horse Chestnut. She had carried the poisonous herbs in case someone had attacked her family - and him attacking those boxes the way that he had was the same thing as him attacking someone in her family. If he was detoxing he probably wasn't intelligent enough to recognize the difference - in fact she doubted most would even notice the slightly different texture that marked the horse chestnut from other healing barks that could be offered. "Here... This should help with the sweating from the detox." She said before giving a light kick of the bark to get it past the barrier of fog towards the emaciated stag.

Eat that. Puke. And feel the pain... You almost broke one of the few things I have left of Kahlua...





Horse chestnut will lead to vomiting and gastroenteritis - but will not lead to death.






Credits
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love

Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize Brit
#6
Lakota
The Poisoner


Aodaun snarls, snapping mighty jaws meant for rending and tearing flesh off seals, for fighting other massive ice bears, at the insult to his bonded. Lakota is just as quick to react, and though her flanks feel a bit damp she lets the mist grow taller and thicker in her anger. Magic has always influenced her emotionally, and she can feel the rage thrumming alongside the magic coursing through her veins, knows she has to keep control. "What the fuck did you just call me, scum?!" she roars, teeth gnashing alongside her bonded. At that moment Oxy's companion comes out like a shroud, and her heart drops alongside her stomach as it forms into the shape of her wraith-infested lover. She nearly falters, until Aodaun pushes through, forcing her to see through his eyes. It has always been an ability for them, her being able to focus on the thread between them, able to see from his viewpoint. Now, she is forced to stare at the thick of her mists instead of the image that the boggart paints. Ao only lets her look back up once he is sure it is gone, and she quietly thanks him inside her head.

"Locoweed? Fucking druggy," she grunts to herself, so that only Resplendence may possibly hear her. But then she really looks at him, observing his features as Resplendence kicks something over to him, barely hearing whatever it is she says. "Hey, you're one of the Asylum, aren't you?" she says coarsely, calling out over her mists, letting them dwindle just enough so that Resplendence's package may make it across. In her head, a plan is starting to formulate, and she watches him like a hawk. Would it even be worth it? But the Chieftess inside her is reminded of the proposition she'd made, the possibility of a truce with the ones who had wanted so badly to take over their herdlands. Maybe it was worth the good word Oxy might be able to put in, if she offered to supply his addiction. And then Resplendence's box wouldn't be under threat...she hums softly to herself, wondering if he would take whatever Resplendence had kicked over to him. It wasn't her fault she didn't know what it was, and she certainly wasn't going to take the fall for it, far more aware of the boundaries of her magic.

Chunga-Stock

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#7
Yelling, more yelling, from the crazy woman with the fog that seems as dangerous as the wraiths up above. Of course, it's probably exactly what you deserve considering you've just barged into the place and started messing with the apparently precious glass creations. Whatever. Screw them and their precious glass. They obviously don't have anything good in there anyway, considering how lacking in locoweed they are.

Anyways, figures you would fall into a bunch of idiots. The one eared annoyance starts stuttering and spattering on about who knows what, closing the herb box and with it shutting any chance that you might take any of the greenery out of there. Well... you tried. Nobody ever accused you of being competent. Baby steps. But apparently nobody ever accused her of being smart either because she's telling you how locoweed is addictive. No shit. Like she can't tell from how you're sweating and shaking. And they call you the moron...

But, still, you should probably play nice, based on the fact that Darky McGrumpy face over here is still trying to smog you to death. And, you guess you're rewarded for not saying anything rude, because within a moment some kind of plant comes flying your way. Here... This should help with- It doesn't take you any more than that. You practically inhale the things, chewing on them just enough to get the flavor in your mouth before swallowing them down. Admittedly, they don't taste very good but... you guess locoweed probably doesn't either so. Whatever.

But by that time Crazy Bitch is yaking at you again so you turn back to her, giving the pink hued mare a nod of approval before you do, and lay your ears half-back. “Yeah,” you begin cautiously, eying her suspiciously. “What about it?” But even as you're saying it, your stomach begins to grumble its dislike of what you've placed into it. For now, you just take it as a slight disagreement, since it's nothing you're used to. Little do you know...
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Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post


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