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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
LACE</style> Time Flies - Time Dies Truth like a blazing Fire</style>
The world was ending. Really, truly, this time. This wasn't like the time when the sun tried to burn all the lands to a crisp, or when the gods disappeared and left Helovia in darkness for half a year, or even when strange lookalikes began to roam the regions. The terror that washed throughout the landscape overtook the fear of facing up against a boggart, or an earth giant, or even the horrible empty silence that time when the bond between him and Fajira was blocked... Frankly, this was freaky and weird and Lace wanted absolutely nothing to do with it, and it only got worse by knowing that he had nowhere to run.
Escaping the Edge had taken its toll. Exhausted after running for his life, Lace found himself littered with cuts, scrapes and bruises after facing off against whipping branches, thorn bushes, rocks and roots and all manner of malicious elements of nature. He had been lucky enough to avoid the ravenous mists that had devoured everything in its path (at least he thought so, but the feeling of being followed and watched had yet to go away) but the blind panic had left him lost and confused. Somewhere along the line he had lost track of Fajira too - their minds were still connected and she seemed to be okay, he just missed having her familiar weight over the shoulders.
Overall it was a fairly miserable stallion that padded along through a lightly wooded area, somewhere between the Secret Grove and the Heart - he wasn't sure himself where exactly he had ended up, though considering the speed and general direction of the sun it had somewhere much further south than he had intended. A light limp on a foreleg served as a reminder of how stupid it was to loose his head in the forest - a sharp rock had done a number on the fetlock, and while the cut wasn't deep or serious it was annoying - just as annoying as the sniffle, and the headache, and...
Lace took a deep breath and forced himself to exhale slowly as he came to halt under a gold-leafed birch. In the light of the setting sun the autumn-dressed foliage burned bright as fire - it seemed beautiful at first, almost enough to make him relax. The more he looked though the more the color seemed to hold a tinge of red, an unsettling, stark hue not unlike the glistening, glowing orbs in the midst of the writhing darkness that had pursued him...
With a shudder the grullo closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the silvery trunk, welcoming the sensation of something solid against the skin. It was comforting, trees always seemed to be; he had grown accustomed to their company over the years, and even more so these past two cycles when unexpected abilities had given him power over them. Controlling the wood, bending branches and making sap flow to stretch, bend, increase and develop subtle shapes and forms to serve his purposes... He enjoyed this ability far more than the ultimately destructive nature of the fire he possessed, and in times like these when the world around became dangerous and life all the more precious, it was almost meditative to make use of it.
Lace was hardly aware of it himself as he began to weave roots and branches of the surrounding trees, gently stretching and pulling and weaving them into a protective wall around himself, taller than he could rear and encircling an area large enough for himself to walk around in. Leaving only an entrance large enough for one horse to pass through at a time and plenty of holes to allow for visage around the area, the stallion found himself feeling strangely secure as he finished, as if he had somehow managed to save himself. It was all bogus of course. If anything like the mists that had taken over the Edge came this way he would likely have trapped himself rather than protected against it, but at the very least he wouldn't have to be on the guard for predators. And with a small spark of fire set to a scraped up pile of branches, leaves and fallen logs, the flickering of the fire as darkness fell almost made him feel like home.
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style> we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
Nevermind how she got here. The darkness, the night, the spiraling tendrils of shadow’s smile… nevermind how it happened, how she ran and cried in the following days, how she fled from the void and fell into abyss. Fear was a demon, an entity given autonomy by some cruel trick of fate, and the girl and her brother were left to face it alone. Alone - for the first time, she knew what that meant, the cold, metal word that Hototo had cast, the harsh winter whisper of a soul cast into eternity. They had one another, but it wasn’t enough, not without the smell of oak and the song of bird. Death, death and decay, that was all they had; the air hung rank with a macabre leer, and the girl could never run far enough to escape the hungry grin, the empty eyes. They haunted her dreams, and she could not sleep; they poisoned her mind, and food tasted stale.
Her brother would purr, and howl, and coax, but the girl grew wasted as the season waned. In the days that passed they felt eternity float by, and the world spun lofty spirals, the dim edge of light that marked false day taunting their senses and clouding their minds. On thin limbs they wandered, ever afraid; and one by one their havens were taken, devoured by darkness- or perhaps their own paranoia. The world was lost to the enemy’s grip, and Tandavi’s terror was a net on her back, a constant companion she could never escape. In the night she would whimper while Natraj stood watch; in the day he would drowse on the ridge of her spine, uncomfortable and exhausted, the anchor to her soul. They came to fear when the darkness fell, to curl in the safety of barrow or bush - don’t let it find us, don’t let it find us, a mantra to gods who’d forsaken this land.
They came here on the wind, pushed forward by the promise of safety, freedom and light from the wound of the Heart. The have traveled south at a varied trajectory; for the Throat had been a safe place once, and the fire of the Heart promised defense against the dark. Brittle grass cracks beneath the girl’s tender hooves, the dank scent of forest stained by a sinking sensation of fear. A loose branch cracks and the girl shies, body lurching sideways in a tight flurry of tension; from her back a protest is heard as Natraj sinks in claws to maintain his seat. "Sorry," she mutters, but her voice isn’t here; it’s a dark echo of her distracted mind, a thing left behind by her fast moving eyes. She doesn’t like the forest, as sparse as it is; but the sun will soon set and they have found no place to sleep, and the girl is loath to be caught beneath the open sky.
Natraj prods gently from his place on her spine, a question unasked in his warm golden eyes. Are we going to look? the boy demands- "They’ll find us,” she snaps, voice sharper than she feels. In truth she is doubtful that anyone will come, that their mother will appear and sweep them away; but she knows that Natraj is clinging to the last strand of hope, that he holds it close and secret, weaves it as a bandage to keep his walls from tumbling down. The girl breathes deeply, not taking time to note the addition of a nostalgic aroma to the scent of the woods. Black eyes closed, she shudders her fear, and repeats the words silently against the hard pulse of terror. She makes herself believe it, for his sake and her own; for without it he would shatter, and without him she would die. They’ll find us. They’ll find us. They’ll find us.
"They’ll find us."
They do not see the forest shift, but they find the result in a damp, sleepy haze, their limbs hanging weary and the minds burning mad. The shelter is wrong, it defies nature’s laws, and the pair nearly misses it in their need to deny all that whispers abnormal. It’s the crackle of footsteps that catches in Natraj’s elephantine ears, and the realization that she smelled it before, smelled it on the wind before she knew what it was. Familiar and strange, the aroma’s a slap, a teasing tendril of bright, flame-ridden hope. Fire granted oxygen, it surges hot within her; and the girl doesn’t think, doesn’t fear, doesn’t care, because she has to be right. The world is not so cruel. She knows the scent, and it’s safe, and it’s here, and she stumbles into the light of the flame, drawn as a moth to the safety and warmth.
A sight she must be, wraith-like and bedraggled, with scrapes on her shins, the braided mane tangled. Injuries she does not know she has litter the hide of the yearling girl, but more than that is the dark in her eyes, the black haunted light in her black, haunted gaze. She stares at the stallion and her heart does not burst, does not beat; she sees him and is broken, a wild thing found at last.
It is Natraj who leaps to the ground, closing the distance in a hot, frenzied dash. He yelps at the stallion, expressing his joy; tails wave with renewed force, faith rewarded with the angel’s descent. The boy is a child, his bravery gone, and the kitsune weeps as he clings to Lace’s leg with a passionate zeal, while his sister stands still, a statue of copper in the flickering flame.
LACE</style> Time Flies - Time Dies Truth like a blazing Fire</style>
A muffled sound of undetermined nature had the stallion freeze where he paced, restless despite the weariness that had seeped into his bones. There was a touch of madness to the amber of his eyes as he spun around and stared at the opening, a deeply felt emotion part loneliness, part fear, part guilt; for a fraction of a second he was prepared to lunge at whatever intruder that had managed to make it this far in the dark, ready to push himself past death itself and make another run for it. Then the small squeal of an animal broke the pregnant silence and Lace found himself staring down at a small fox as it hugged his legs, part astounded and part... part...
He knew this creature.
The realization was like a punch in the gut. Much like a sleepwalker the elderly stallion raised his head and moved the gaze from the multi-tailed canine to the opening to his shelter, eyes straining to pierce the blackness of the night that had settled outside as the sun went down. He could see a figure looming outside, small and slender, immobilized and staring... It couldn't be, could it? But there was no way he would be able to mistake Tandavi for anyone else. There was only one filly he knew to be crazy enough to walk around this crumbling world on her own, when everyone else were either dead or disappeared.
Sucking in a breath of equal parts surprise and relief the grullo finally managed to relax and gave the girl a slow, warm smile. "I thought you were gone..." Lace said softly and lowered the nose to lip gently at the shivering fox, soothing hums making his ribcage vibrate from the low-pitched tune. "The World's Edge has fallen... I don't know how many managed to escape." He kept his eyes on her, somehow feeling that it might not be a very good idea to approach the filly right now. There was something in her eyes that reminded him of a deer, cornered and alert - as though she might bolt and disappear on a moments notice. Instead he kept talking to her in a low hum, hoping that words would be able to soothe, if not chase away, the darkness that had begun to take hold of her soul.
"Did you see Fajira somewhere out there? We got separated a while ago. She is fine, but I can't seem to get a hold on where she is. Somewhere to the east I think, but everywhere looks the same now... Tandavi? Won't you come inside, it is warmer here by the fire." Again he smiled at her and took a step aside, gently prying himself loose from Natraj's grip as he moved closer to his little pyre.
02-05-2014, 01:57 PM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2014, 01:58 PM by Illynx.)
A monster overheard their conversation, her journey from the north long and filled with a hunger for the flesh that had fled as soon as it became apparent that the living were inferior to those who had become Gods in death.
Talons, jutting from the bird-like claws that her hooves had transformed into, rattled against the compacted earth of the Heart, her sculpted features sharp and demonic, lit up as they were by the red glow of her eyes. Her normally gold parts were stained the shade of half dried blood, a murky, sinister maroon that glimmered in the dusky light as she approached.
Most heinous, to the mare herself (could she find that creature once known as Illynx in the folds of this evil), were the wings that rose from her shoulders, black as night. She had flown here, following the flight of the living, the monster’s mind fueling each beat and keeping the cries of horror from extending from the living soul that was slowly becoming smothered in the ebony pitch of this undead curse. The only noises that the creature uttered were shuddering, wet and grotesque sounds of breath, each suck and sop following the other in a most monstrous song.
She sees them ahead, flickering towards them with ethereal quickness and enveloped in a cloud of black smut that weaves around her form in the loose shape of her new, disfigured form, too quickly for either of the standing equines to underestimate the severity of the creatures approach.
From the lips of the gryphon mare, a soft, trailing song lifts, the shadow of her overly long and savage horn (now sharpened along the sides as a sword) cast across her hungrily gleaming eyes as saliva drips from the corners of oil hued lips. "Two horses, standing free, cannot see the others flee…" her head bobs and weaves as a snakes, tongue probing the cracking flesh of her lips, "two horses, lots of meat, waiting here for us to eat!"
And she does as she sings.
Broad, her pitch wings spread alongside her frame as she dives in towards the filly with claws reaching and maw gaping; smaller and less tasty than the stallion, perhaps, but also the more physically weak and the easier of the two to overcome. Not that the stag would be much trouble in this state – the beast was sure it could defeat a God with its new powers, some of the former Illynx remaining in the attributes of that wicked ego.
It hopes they scream as she presses in upon them, she hopes they run.
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style> we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
Candle flame caught in a sinister wind, Tandavi falters on the brink of flight. Her body is lined with tension and hunger, one long limb cocked and prepared to spring, ears turned forward and black eyes wide. In the dark of the night she hovers, breath shallow and fast; in the wake of her bliss there is unexpected fear, the sudden concern that she has made a mistake, that in finding some other she has opened to pain. What if Lace is an agent of it- worse, and more probable, what if he does not want them here? At the cusp of liberation, the threat of destruction is enough to make her wary, to treat Hope as a smile with a shadow in its heart.
Still, drawn to the light like a fragile moth, she takes a cautious step towards the blazing fire. Natraj’s delight is a soothing touch, and though the fox’s small frame trembles in silent sobs, it is happiness and relief that he sends to the world, a beacon of hope in this abyss of dark. The boy holds Lace like a drowning man on a drifting board; unlike Tandavi, he does not fear rejection, but that the grullo isn’t real, and that the illusion will dissolve. A sleeper desperate for the last tendrils of his dream, Natraj clenches his gold eyes closed. The rumble of the subdued voice and hot breath on the boy’s back disperse much of the shadow’s fear, and his happy whimpers mingle with the crackle snap of fire.
At Lace’s words she pauses, black eyes blinking slowly as the gears behind them spin and whirl. Cautious she takes another step, no recognition flashing on the moon-blazed face. How long has it been since she heard another’s voice, besides Natraj’s echoing in her head? She has spoken aloud, counseling herself and her brother in an attempt to fill the silence, but her tones are a reflection of a frenzied mind, not the door to a treasure trove of secrets and knowledge, as she has come to value language. More words wash by and she feels their weight, finally processing her spiraling thoughts into a single response: "No." No, she has not seen Fajira. No, she is not alright. No, she is not gone. Not yet.
She watches him step and Natraj whimpers his protest, but lets the stallion go in favor of curling by the flames. Tempted by promises of warmth and respite, the hesitant girl lifts a delicate leg, poised before a thought strikes her blind, and she is compelled to ask. For who else could answer, she wonders, but Lace, who Aunt Mirage loves and Mother calls friend, who is a pillar of memory from the safety of home. In a moment of childish faith she lets herself go, the memory of the main question – the only question – that has plagued her thus far casting light in her gaze, the first glimmer of hope. "Where is my mother?" she asks of the man, and her voice rings soft with a childish trust, a vulnerability rarely found in the filly’s dark tones. This is the moment. She will finally know.
Then it all falls apart.
The beast descends on pitch-stained wings, a demon of Hell sent to cast them from their newfound joy. She does not notice until the shrill voice cuts through her shimmering hope, driving a chill down the waif’s thin spine and causing Natraj to leap to his feet. The creature is darkness in physical form, the evil come to catch her in her moment of relief. Terror runs bright in the red child’s veins, a cruel, paralyzing force that makes her and time stand perfectly still. In the year-spanning-seconds that tick through the air, several things happen separate from her control.
Three whips of fire leap from Natraj’s tail, striking out towards the descending beast.
The monster sets its course towards the girl’s frail form, where she stands hovering between in and out, under the makeshift doorway of the wooden wall.
Lace’s stored magic runs across her spine, and an unstable sun forms between the fiend and the family.
The new-born sun bursts.
And Tandavi runs.
She does not look back as she flees from the sight, but the bright glow of fire leaves spots in her eyes. Lace’s magic has sat in her body for seasons, and its release is a reflex, with explosive results. The filly feels heat singe her dock and she stumbles, thrown down to the earth outside of the fort, twenty feet away from the burst’s epicenter. In the shelter Natraj cries as the fire licks his coat. The sunburst was small and fast, with a radius of a single length, but it is enough to make the fox kit cry, and the pain is echoed by his sister’s soul. She can only hope to escape the beast. She has come too far, to fall prey to the dark.
He smiled at her as she stepped closer to the inviting flames, a warm and tender expression saved only for those he considered family. Rishima's daughter held a place in his heart that was shared only with the daughters of Mirage and Smoke; they invoked something paternal with the stallion, a wish for something he never believed himself able to get. These fillies and their mothers were the closest thing to a family he'd come since he left his mothers side, and despite their lack of blood ties Lace knew that he would do anything to protect them.
Yet there was nothing he could do for this moon-touched girl as she asked for her mother. His heart broke for her as she pleaded at him, the hope in her eyes cutting deeper than any curse or hateful word could ever do. The smile that curved his lips faltered, weakening to be replaced by a look of regret and sadness. "I don't know..." he said softly, hating to have to disappoint her. "I haven't seen her in a long while. Maybe she's..."
He never got the chance to finish what he was about to say. The false sense of security he'd had shattered like glass as dark, dreadful words singed the air from outside the shelter of woven branches. Before Lace even had time to react Tandavi's little fox sprung into motion and flung fire from its tail towards the infectious menace that loomed in the opening. Before his astonished gaze the girl he was supposed to protect produced a flaring, wavering orb of liquid fire, the same as he himself had begun to grasp for in his mind - she thrust it towards the evil demon as it stepped towards her and bounded out the opening, separating herself from his side as the sun exploded.
"East, Tandavi!" Lace screamed after her as he retreated away from the blast, wincing and grimacing as the searing flames lapped at his own skin with painful burns as a result. "Run east, find Fajira!" Coughing and wheezing as hot air scorched the throat the grullo blinked through the dazzling light of the explosion and locked his gaze on the wraith outside the shelter, realizing that he had to do something to keep it from following the red girl.
For the second time he reached for the slumbering power within and made contact with the trees that surrounded him, cursing at the cooling seasons that made controlling the wood so much more difficult. With a creaking sound roots shot up from the ground where the wraith had been standing last time he checked, coiling and tightening around what the white-maned stallion hoped to be a leg - he wanted to keep the beast in place, to prevent it from disappearing as he simultaneously summoned a sun of his own. With it hovering between them as his mind quickly shaped the orb Lace glared grimly at the creature that had once been a unicorn mare, desperately counting seconds in hope that each one stalled would be a second that let Tavi get to safety - if such a place even existed in this world. He was starting to doubt it.
"Come, Demon!" he shouted, rearing up with hooves flailing in grim determination, issuing a challenge that might end up being his last. A thought went to a small white dragon somewhere in the wasteland, longing for her presence - yet Fajira was too far away for words to make it through, and the only thing he felt as he let the orb of fire explode was a faint stir, a flicker of emotion he could only describe as pride.
With a smile he threw himself forward, teeth bared as he leaped into the raging flames, prepared to fight this darkness until he could no longer move.
ooc:
@[Random Event], @[Illynx]
Lace tries to tie Illynx in place with a root to keep her from escaping, then detonates a sun at her again before attacking physically.
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-
She is leaping, a flashing blur, when the tails strike her pelt, the stench of singed flesh and hair rising from her frame alongside the sinister, squelching scream that breaks from the monster’s lips. Even more shocking to the demon is the burning haze that appears between the two, the way the twirling aura radiates danger and stinks of magic, and while her recoiling did not protect her new body from the burning tails of the Kitsune, it did save her from the explosion born of the girl’s terror.
A howl breaks from the demon’s lips as she spirits herself away from the explosive sun.
Like the blink of an eye, Illynx is safely far enough away from the blast to save her the hideous markings of burn wounds across her entire being, the fire having consumed instead of her sinew the long black tail that trails behind her, the tips of her black wings.
But she is laughing, even when she finds her prey is gone, for the other has stayed. What soul remains within the creature hears Lace’s warnings, the pitter patter of hooves heading their way towards the hole in the earth that had swallowed the rest. She attempts to follow the filly as she flees, but has been intercepted by the silver stallion who so valiantly has chosen his own death over the girls.
Her smile is savage, hungry. Saliva drips from the corners of her lips, frothy and stained red from the force of her own teeth slicing into the tender linings of her mouth in starvation for living flesh. The branches reach for her legs, but she can smell their putrid approach before they touch her.
She is a God, let this foolish mortal see it proven.
Great wings heave her body upwards, the branches falling just short of grasping her legs as they rise from the earth, the laughter having grown into an insidious song that falls and keeps falling from her mouth. It is only a game to the beast.
She cannot die, no matter how he tries.
Even the burns on her ass don’t hurt. What does he think his little tree pets will do?
Another sun ruptures where she had just been standing, tossing her airborne form through the air in several looping circles and crashing her with a heavy and audible crunch into the earth. Her ribs have broken in several places, mud has stained the shadowy pitch of her skin, but the wraith rises unearthly fast from her fallen location and shows no signs of feeling the fatigue or pain of her wounds.
It is good for her. She has risen to find the stallion in motion, and she charges in to meet him, the mocking smile still present on her lips as she closes in at double speed in comparison to the slow moving mortal.
The filly has been forgotten. Her eyes are only for you, big boy.
Her legs rise to meet the charging bulk of Lace and her teeth broaden in preparation for a bite as the spider webbed stag collides with her, two bodies in a dance that had once captivated the mortal soul bound to this hellish body. Some misunderstood thought has crossed her mind, whatever remains of it, that this man is one she would be glad to see fall. Something about a forest, a beautiful, misty wood overlooking the sea…
A mortal affection, nothing more, but it does add an extra vigor to her movements, the spit flecking against a black pelt and spraying its infection down onto the foolish man.
You should have run, like the child, "Now you’ll only die with the rest of us."
[ OOC: Not exactly proud of this but yeah. :| It is there. ]
TANDAVI & NATRAJ</style> we walked a lonely road
beneath the fire of a thousand suns</style>
She does not stop to count her lucky stars, does not smile or feel a surge of gratitude. There is no room for such emotions, not in the lake of chaotic fear; she rises from where she has fallen, thrown wild by the blast, and winces as pain shoots from nostril to hoof. Dazed for a second, she shuffles and shies, momentarily torn between flight and return. Natraj is there, and Lace, too- but they'll be okay, won't they? They're both so strong.
But Natraj was wrong, and Lace has failed her. He doesn't know where her mother is, and faith is shattered around her feet, Natraj's prayers all brought for naught. The last hope, the last whispered promise; he dashes it without a thought, and the girl's heart sinks to the base of her spine, and settles there, not to be moved until the rise of the sun. What does she have left now? What to fight for?
The darkness is coming to swallow them all, and she, like all others, does not wish to die.
So she flees, with Lace's words echoing in her ears, further from the fight, from all she has left. Into the dark she runs, ignoring her pain, ignoring the slowly dawning realization that now, at last, she is truly alone.
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