the Rift


[OPEN] ye shall find

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#1
OOC: For @[Mauja], and everyone else welcome as well 8D



n y x

HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

Since her recovery, Nyx had been laying low, unwilling to head back out into the surface of Helovia for fear of being reinfected by one of the demons that roamed there like ghastly spectres in the night. It had been the worst experience of her life; to be trapped inside her own mind, her steel walls hammered down and eaten alive by whatever foul demon took her over. As a result, she had been spending her time exploring the caverns, discovering every caveat of the dark sanctums below the world and living entirely off the moss that coated the walls and floor. Once she was mentally healed, she would redouble her efforts to help Gaucho and the others fight the black menace; for now, she was content to lurk like a shadow, reliving her torture and dealing with it in her own particular way.

Her aimless meanderings today had brought her to a strange cavern that glittered in the faint half-light, but Nyx was careful to keep her mind fully focused on the labyrinth as she walked through it to ensure she could find her way out later. She was swiftly awed by the crystals embedded in the walls, and headed over to one to sniff curiously at it. She could see her face reflected back at her, broken and refracted by the sharp edges of the gems, and she found the effect rather disconcerting. She was about to retreat when something else caught her eye on the floor - a crystal that had freed itself from the stone prison of the wall and was sitting innocently on the hard ground, shimmering softly. It was pearly white and spherical, and fairly large, but when Nyx nudged it with her blackened muzzle she found it to be deceptively lightweight, almost as though it was hollow. "Pretty," she declared, casting a furtive glance around to see if anybody was watching. It wasn't technically stealing if she kept the gem, as it didn't belong to anybody but the earth - or so she told herself. All the same, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong.

With that in mind, she began to roll the egg-shaped crystal away, deciding that there could really be no harm in keeping it. Of course, naiive Nyx had no idea what the beautiful stone really was, she simply thought it would be a nice souvenir to take with her when she returned to the surface - she was completely unaware of the fetal creature growing within the egg, abandoned by its mother and unknowingly rescued by the silver soldier.


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Ascended Helovian

Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#2
and it's like you're shouting out my name in the dark
but I can't hear
because there's ice in my heart.
He hadn't meant to get stuck in the crystal maze that long—but if ambling had one definite negative side, it was that he didn't pay attention when he did it. So after leaving the amazingly vast cavern with the distant roof, he had realized he had absolutely no idea where to go. He had a hunch his left side had been to the wall when he'd slipped through the crack (which, blessedly, didn't open more scabs on the way out), so he put his right side against the wall this time, and began the hopeless task of ambling back "home". Because in his short time underground, that glowing room full of odd moss and glowing trees had become as much home as anything had been the past season, last but not least because Irma had picked a tree there. For how long they'd have to stay there neither of them was sure of, but if it was anything like Irma's egg.. somewhere around less than half a season. It was a long time ago, and Irma had come at a turbulent time, when keeping track of time hadn't bee his top priority—not to mention he'd become sick at the end of the war, about the time she hatched, so the time leading up the invasion was somewhat of a sick-blur too.

Funny coincidence. Whenever he got his wounds terribly infected, he got an owl egg. Idly he wondered if it could happen a third time as well, but because of the whole nasty healing-and-getting-sick-on-top-of-that business, he wasn't too keen on finding out.

I'll still feed you to the owl if you die out there.
I'm planning on finding my way back, you know.
You'd better.


His throat didn't like the dryness of this place. Besides, he was starting to get a bit hungry again, and not to mention tired—he'd give a lot to be back beneath Irma's tree, to fold his legs and sink down in the soft moss.. sprawl on his side and sleep a while. It was a good thing Irma could wake him with a sharp mental slap, otherwise he wasn't sure how he would've let himself fall asleep, given his vulnerable state. But, alas—the soft, moist moss was far from this dazzling prismatic labyrinth, the iridescent crystals far from the florescent blue glow of the leaves. And, he was pretty sure this cave floor wasn't edible. A pity.

With his muzzle trailing the uneven walls, and his right side with its faint, dried streak of blood against it, he moved along, though with less of a spring in his step than he'd had when coming this way. Stubbornly he went along, realizing that, if you're sick, maybe it's a good idea to not walk as far as you can just to see when your energy runs out.. but maybe save some for the trip home, too? Mumbling curses under his breath he rounded a bend in the path he was following, and came face to face with a most curious display. His ringing footfalls ceased, their echoes slowly dying among the crystal panels, for there in front of him was none other but Nyx, the mare he wasn't quite sure was iron or silver. A tad too curious for her own good, and a tad too knowledgeable about a few of Mauja's opinions. And some opinions she might have invented for herself, if his hunch was correct. She'd treated him sort of like a monster whose reasoning you want to know, asking a murderer for his justification—oh, well. Whatever she thought was her problem, unless she started blabbering it to others.

Which was the exact reason why he should just shut up and never tell anyone anything, because of course, it was usually assumed he was evil. He still didn't know how Mirage had found out about Torasin, but naturally, she'd jumped to all the wrong conclusions.

But just coming over Nyx in a crystal corridor wasn't that weird. The weird thing was that she was nose-to-the-floor, rolling a round, smooth object before her. The shell's smooth arc dully reflected the colors of the walls, rolling along the strange floor with relative ease. So, was she to hatch herself a hellhound? One corner of his mouth quirked upwards, though he was not sure what made him so certain it was an egg. He'd not seen that many in his life, and not often companion eggs, but—it was obvious it was an egg, and he was pretty sure most things hatched from eggs (which was incredibly weird considering that usually some of those creatures didn't hatch from eggs), and the more he thought of it, it sounded as illogical as any fever-dream.

Helovia could be one fucked-up place sometimes.

"You should keep it warm," he said by way of greeting, tail flicking against his hocks as he leaned his shoulder against the rough wall.
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#3


n y x

HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

She continued to admire the gem from all angles, highly pleased with how shiny and reflective it was. She debated finding a way to smash it, so she could put the pieces into her mane or tail as a fashion statement - the pearly white segments would look magnificent against the stark ebony of her hair. She was happily debating this when, with a sharp pivot of her ears, she caught the sound of approaching hoofbeats. For some strange reason, she placed her body above the crystal, to protect it with her weight - she wasn't sure why, as, after all, it was just an inanimate object, one of hundreds dotted into this cave's wall. But her instinct told her to protect it, so protect it she did.

She needn't have worried, though, as it was a stallion who approached, and a very familiar one, too. Mauja. Their last encounter was still fresh in her mind, although marginally less so after what she had gone through as a wraith; even in the dim light of the caverns, she could see a hint of blood on his pale fur. She idly wondered who it belonged to - whose body had felt the sting of his horn or the wrath of his hooves. A quick flick of her pale gaze over him told her that the dried blood wasn't his only complaint; he had a number of other bites that looked half-healed. What in the name of Cinnoru had he been up to? Before she could ask - resume her bombardment of questions - he spoke first, telling her to keep the gem warm. An expression of confusion flashed across her refined features, head tilting as she gazed at him through narrowed eyes. Had his wounds addled with his mind? "Why in the name of all that's holy would I want to keep a crystal warm? It's just as shiny whether it's hot or cold." She was careful to keep the disdain out of her voice, not wanting to sound too patronizing, in case he did have a reasonable explanation behind his request.

She continued to dart glances at his wounds, her egg-crystal momentarily forgotten as she peered up at him - still careful to avoid prolonged periods of eye contact, in case he got a touch of d'Artagnan syndrome and turned mental on her. "You look a mess," she tactlessly observed, voice polite even if her words weren't so much.


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Ascended Helovian

Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#4
and it's like you're shouting out my name in the dark
but I can't hear
because there's ice in my heart.
Like a crow she stood above the precious thing, her iron gray hide a perfect canvas for the reflection of lights, the shadows between the lit panels like wings stretching from her shape: yet she seemed to relax when she recognized him. It was a funny thing, really—he'd told her things, and now, when he came across her again, all alone in a maze where no one might never find her, she wasn't afraid in the least, but rather, the opposite. His small smile grew into a crooked little grin, shoulder still lodged against the wall for its support. Not that he was a very frightening sight with his healing wounds, and too tired to stand with his natural icy grace. He felt like the muddy spring snow, half-melted and not very impressive, or clean, at all.

With her head tilted to one side at the sound of his speech she replied, "Why in the name of all that's holy would I want to keep a crystal warm? It's just as shiny whether it's hot or cold.", and he laughed—it wasn't the laugh of the winter blizzard flaying hope and warmth from the skin, but one of sunlight, and amusement. A crystal! Somewhere in the back of his head Irma was laughing too, not sure whether she should be concerned for Nyx's intelligence, or just amused by her ignorance. "It's an egg, doofus," he replied, warmth running along the edges of his voice and mirth lighting up the depths of his tired eyes. Such a small moment, a few seconds, and yet it made the long, exhausting trip worth the oncoming headache and the burning of his limbs. Illness had reduced his endurance to nothing, but he wouldn't let it take his heart.

"You look a mess." Again, he laughed. You don't say. He felt like a mess too, hot all over and with a demon hammering on the insides of his cranium—but at least he kept himself away from infection. At least there was no fire involved.

Thank the heavens for that.

"I am a mess," he corrected her with gentle humor. She'd seen many of his darker sides that day on the Veins—his irritated side, and the one that came out to protect his secrets, the mask of dark-edged coldness which covered face and eyes and soul to guard the soft heart.. but she had not seen this side, the gentle warmth of sunlight on snow, who he sometimes thought he really was. The blue-eyed devil who hid all his secrets beneath smiles and light.
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#5


n y x

HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

His laugh was comforting, more than anything - it showed he wasn't as on edge as their last meeting. Likely because Nyx wasn't peppering him with questions about his murderous habits, to be fair. It's an egg, doofus, he said, and she stepped away from the crystal like it had burnt her. "It's a what?!" Well, she couldn't decorate her mane with an egg! She stared down at the innocently-glimmering gem with an expression that was a strange mixture of repulsion and fascination, wondering whether to be disgusted at her own stupidity or pleased that the fates had seen fit to give her the egg. Of course, she did not truly believe in fate, but she did believe that there were otherworldly forces at work to ensure it was she, out of every horse in Helovia, that found the egg - a sign that she should nurture it and whatever came out of it.

As long as whatever came out of it was cute, fluffy and definitely herbivorous.

She looked up at Mauja, inwardly groaning at the notion that, yet again, he was going to have to be the answer to all her questions, her thesaurus on hooves. "So if I keep it warm, and it hatches....it could be an owl like yours, or a horned hell-beast like Aramis?" She looked down at the egg again, scrutinising it as though it was something she had discovered stuck to the bottom of her hoof. How could she tell what was in it? Was it like a lucky dip, and she wouldn't know until the day it hatched and a giant ass whale fell on her head or something? She really didn't like surprises. She had been contemplating the idea of a companion for a while now, to give her some sort of defence against the numerous Helovians with their own pet fang-monsters, yet she had never thought it would actually happen. Now here she was, with an egg at her mercy, and she was really, truly tempted to keep it and nurture it, to have the endless companionship that she had witnessed so many times.

She shook her contemplation free from herself, and looked again at the spotted stallion. He confessed he was a mess, and she idly wondered in what sense he meant that. "What happened to you?" she asked, evident concern in her blue gaze. She didn't know him that well, but he was pleasant enough - if a tad odd and brooding - and had answered her questions, so she felt some sort of connection to him. Enough of a connection to be worried about his welfare, and curious as to the origins of the wounds on his pelt.


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Ascended Helovian

Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#6
and it's like you're shouting out my name in the dark
but I can't hear
because there's ice in my heart.
"It's a what?!" she said and he laughed again, a sound of wildness and mirth. The egg's rounded curvature glowed in the light as the crow's shadow fled it, and his gaze dropped to the hidden life. Nyx had thought it a crystal. What on earth would she have done with it, if no one had told her otherwise? Stashed it away in some dark nook, and got herself a royal surprise one day? Accidentally broken the smooth shell with some careless treatment? His large head tilted slightly to the side, still fixed on the egg. It lay unprotected on the strange glass floor, abandoned by its finder—for now, at least. She seemed a tad too curious to just let it go, gazing at it just as he did. It was, he decided, for the better. He had no idea what was in there, and given the logic of Helovia's eggs, it could be anything from a bear to a spider. The relative silence of the crystal walls wrapped itself around him, and he was content to let it be. It was soothing on his frayed mind. The stiller and calmer, the less his head throbbed.

As her gaze came up, his ears flickered forward again. Now she could look at him—fine. His lips curled into a half-smile, blue eyes peering at her from behind white lashes. As long as she didn't ask him to take a walk with her or something he'd be fine. Just a moment of rest, to catch his breath and head and heart... "Mmh," he hummed, peering down at the egg again, away from her face. "Or something else, entirely. Who knows, maybe you'll get a spider?" And his grin returned, lopsided and tinged with his own brand of darkness. It would be one big spider, if it came out of such an egg. He chuckled under his breath, looked up again. Was she afraid of spiders? He'd met some who were, and knew that some of the arachnids were incredibly dangerous... But that Darwinism had never reached Mauja's homeland, for very few things of venomous nature lived in the harsh ice-lands.

But of course, such criss-cross patterns of healing wounds did not go unnoticed, and required their own private investigation. That was not surprising—what was surprising, was the concern in her eyes as she peered at him. What had he done to deserve it? What had he done but half-threaten her and whisper of the dark in her ears? "The shadow-creatures on the surface," he replied, voice steady. The memory of the wolf-child's alien grin, splitting wider than anything he had ever seen, still made him shiver if he thought about it for too long.. the cold starlight tracing the slavering, sharp tips of his too-many fangs... "I was, unfortunately, unaware of this place being safe." He gave a small shrug. He'd been down here before, but a cave seemed to be the most stupid thing to go into when you were hunted. A dead end, and then you were done for.
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#7


n y x

HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

She'd certainly managed to tickle his funny bone this time around, a welcome relief from brooding and awkward questions. She inched closer to the white egg, leaning right down to it until her horn clacked on the floor and her eye was pressed against the pearly shell, reflecting back at her. It really was a beautiful thing, and surely whatever came out of it couldn't be that evil. At Mauja's suggestion that it may be a spider, the silver mare's face lit up. "Ooh, I hope so, I love spiders. Wouldn't be much use in battle, though." Hello new companion, nice to meet you - splat! "Knowing my luck, it will be something completely useless, like a...frog. Or a mosquito." Imagine that - all fear Nyx the Ironheart and her vicious companion, the deadly and terrifying fly! All the same, she had pretty much decided that she would keep it. If it was anything too grossly unpleasant, she could always abandon it. Leave it to die...but how would that make her any better than her own mother? No, she couldn't do that. It looked like she was stuck with it, no matter what came out of it.

As he mentioned the shadow-creatures, the mare's head lifted and her ears folded to lose themselves in her ebony mane, a small snort leaving her nostrils and creating a cloud of steam in the cold air in front of her. "Did they get you?" Even as she said it, she winced at the stupidity of the question. "No, forget that. If they had, you'd be all...rotting flesh and drool." She shuddered, not considering for a moment the idea of a delayed reaction to contact with one of the zombies. Her own transformation had occured right away, fast and violent, and the memory caused her pale eyes to flash. "They got me, you know," she said, her voice cold, haunted. She was unsure why she was talking about it, about the most traumatic and demeaning experience of her life, but perhaps she felt that she owed him some knowledge he may not have, in return for everything he had given her during their last meeting. She had tried to file it away and forget about it, but the mere mention of the shadow-creatures was like opening Pandora's Box.

Again her eyes dropped, as though afraid Mauja would be able to see some remnant of the infection behind her frozen irises. "I returned to the World's Edge, to warn my father about the demons. One came up to us, coughed at us...I should have ran, but I stupidly tried to play the hero and lure it away. I felt it...trap my mind, take over my body. It made me do the most horrific things." She thought of the two pegasi she had tried to infect, simply because she could. All the deeds she had commited during her infection were lost in the depths of her mind, asking to surface at any moment; every so often she would get another vicious flashback, to the time when her body wasn't her own and the only thing wrapped in steel was her own humanity. "I was ugly as sin, great strips of flesh hanging from me, eyes black, blood in my mouth...and don't say that would be an improvement." She laughed, a shrill sound in the silence of the cave, attempting to smother the seriousness of her words through humour - her most ancient and favourite defence mechanism. She found herself absently nuzzling the egg, as though the cool shell could offer her some modicum of comfort.


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Ascended Helovian

Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#8
and it's like you're shouting out my name in the dark
but I can't hear
because there's ice in my heart.
It was such a contrast from their last meeting. That one had been tinged with darkness, with the jaded philosophies of the world, things which shouldn't be discussed in the bright autumn sunlight—always that undercurrent of danger, of not having a sure footing. Any moment she could've mis-stepped and he could've gone off like a loaded gun.. this time, though in a darker, stranger place, was the polar opposite. Light, airy, impulse in an innocent way: he didn't hold his tongue for half a heartbeat to think through his words. He said what came into his mind, said it with amusements wrapped around his voice like the sunlight they were missing, ears drinking in her replies. Rapid, humorous, open—they weren't hiding.

"It'd be one damn big mosquito coming out of that egg," he replied with a dry chuckle, eying the round, beautiful thing. On a level of how terrifying something was, he had to say, a huge mosquito would be pretty high, a 7 or an 8 maybe. Just imagine it coming at you with its huge, huge needle, sticking it through your skin and draining you of your blood... "Let's just hope it's not a mayfly." Wouldn't that just be one slap to the face? "Here, you get a companion, but sorry, it'll die very soon." What kind of minds did flies have, anyway? Did they feel and think the same way dragons, owls, dogs, did..? Or was there nothing in those tiny souls and hearts?

What would it be like, to be bonded to nothing?

"Did they get you? No, forget that. If they had, you'd be all...rotting flesh and drool." Vivid images flashed into his mind, of the filly's open ribcage, Ktulu's dead, blackened side with her frostbitten heart pounding dust through stale veins—his ears flicked forward, listening, they got me, you know, and he wondered why they didn't get him too. The filly in the Basin, her teeth had raked across his hide, the cloud of disease wrapped around his head.. the equine mare's spikes piercing his flesh, drawing blood, and the wolf-child scouring his hide time and again. And always, always that blue glow emanating from the holly branch the tree had given him, spreading like a shield against the forces of undeath and darkness. Had the tree known? Was that why it had given him the branch? Was it that, or some kind of immunity in himself?

Her voice had that quality, of remembering something unpleasant, almost hesitating as she sorted through the chaos of memory to put it into words. Having seen Déodat's brutal transformation as he fled the Basin he knew it struck the inhabitants of Helovia—and then he'd recognized Ktulu, half-rotting and just as much a bitch as she'd been before. But that there was a cure... Obviously there was, as Nyx stood there, whole and hale in body even if not in mind... And his mind went to Ophelia, his lost white snow angel; did she traverse the darkened realm in a cloud of shadow and vile dust, coughing and bleeding, chest ripped open to bare her infected heart? Could he save her? Could he even find her without being killed?

He gave a snort of laughter as she finished, wondering if she was brittle beneath it—if she'd truly be offended if he said it would've been. If she hid behind the humor like a mask, like he hid behind the glacial, stoic ice. "At least you didn't have a wolf's head twice the size of your own body, mouth splitting wider than the horizon," he said quietly, tail flicking restlessly against the wall; a splash of white against the pastel crystals. "How were you saved?" Lena had saved Kahlua; had anyone saved Déodat? Ktulu? How did you save someone? The guardian in him ached to know, to do something, but how can you be anyone's hero when your head is hot and pounding, and you can't even take a stroll without wheezing like an old man?
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#9


n y x

HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

It was strange how much more at ease she felt this time around, despite the fact she was in an enclosed space; she put it down to the lighter tone of the conversation, and the fact there was no d'Artagnan to shoot her dangerous, questionable looks. The egg, too, seemed to exude a calming influence that relaxed the mare, although she didn't know if that was just a self-fufilling prophecy on her part - she wanted to feel a connection to whatever lived in the pearly shell, and so she was putting down any strange occurences to the innocent gem, as if doing so would make them true. The stallion mentioned a mayfly and Nyx's eyes widenened in horror at the notion of her egg hatching, only to die a few days later. That would be one hell of an anticlimax, and she felt a surge of protectiveness about whatever unknown creature resided inside the hollow shell.

As the conversation turned to Helovia's disease, the soldier could feel herself tense, despite whatever fabled calming influence she was attributing to her egg. Mauja spoke of somebody with a wolf's head, and the girl shuddered visibly. "That sounds horrible. Who was it?" The use of the past tense could be misleading; she didn't intend to imply that anybody taken by the curse was lost forever. She herself was evidence enough of that. As he asked how she was cured, she cast her mind back to what little she could remember of her last day as a wraith - she remembered standing at the edge of the caverns, unable to cross and so restricted to taunting in the hope of drawing her prey to her. She remembered her father appearing from the darkness, and how much she had wanted to sink her fangs into him and drag him down into her disease; she remembered the gleeful cackles that fled her bloodstained jaws as he attacked her, knocking chunks of meat free from her rotting frame. She recalled him hitting her with such force she fell over, hitting her head and then...nothing. Nothing until she awoke underwater, drowning and thrashing, but with her mind free of its chains.

She shook her refined skull to chase away the memories. "I don't remember exactly, but there was a pool underground....I couldn't enter the caverns voluntarily while I was a wraith, but my father knocked me out and dragged me down there. I awoke in the pool, healed. Nearly drowned, mind, but I'm not one to complain." Again with the feeble attempt at humour; he was quite right to assume she used it as a defence mechanism, and had done all her life. Her gaze snapped up to meet his, determination glowing in it. "If you've got a friend that needs healing, Mauja, I will help you in any way I can. I know how horrific it is to go through that disease - I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I'll do anything I can to help those who are still cursed." Not everybody had a father willing to risk himself to save them; Nyx was one of the lucky ones.


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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo
#10
and it's like you're shouting out my name in the dark
but I can't hear
because there's ice in my heart.
Were they always doomed to turn to talk of darkness? The subject had, once again, turned to something quite decidedly un-cheerful, chasing him with ghost-touches and memory of fangs slicing through skin and muscle.. but this time, the horror lay outside, and not within; it wasn't his previous faith and belief they were picking through. In a way, the shadow-creatures were easier to speak of. He couldn't admit to himself, or anyone else, that he feared them—for he wasn't sure he did. But, they were monstrous, vile and disturbing, a blight upon Helovia, a tangible enemy.

Better than chasing your own shadow, at least.

"I don't know," he responded quietly, gently turning his head to peer over his shoulder. He didn't believe anything lurked in the tunnels, not anything of that kind at least, but when you speak of that which lurks in the dark.. it never hurts to check twice that there's no monsters under your bed. "Some kid. It was so disturbingly unreal and disproportionate I had a hard time actually grasping what I was seeing." That mouth, yawning wide as if to swallow the entire world.. devouring the whole horizon as it bore down upon him...

A pool? A pool that cleansed her of her sickness? Thoughtfully he watched her, and listened. She seemed to be herself.. so perhaps the water was to be trusted; thorough, in its cleansing... And Kahlua had spoken of Lena—had she been half-drowned, too? "I wonder..." he murmured, but never finished saying the sentence aloud. Why was there an incredibly convenient pool of water? Was it something "the ancients" had left behind, or something one of Helovia's own gods had magicked? And if they could magic a spring of water into healing the infection, why couldn't they just scour Helovia clean of it? Was it just some giant, stupid-ass test? "I don't know," he finally replied a bit absently. She ought to be proud he hadn't said "I have no friends" (which he did), but truth to be told his mind was still a bit distant. He remained silent a second longer, blue eyes staring through her, before he blinked, and snapped back to attention.

"Honestly, I don't know where they are—down here, or up above? But then again, is not all those stuck above the friends, children and parents of someone else? What does it matter who we dunk into a pool?" He frowned, slightly, realizing he had no real idea of where the pool was. "A pool" was a rather broad, vague term, especially in an underground cave system with not a few ones. "Where is this pool, anyway?"
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#11


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HER GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED!

Some kid. It made it even worse, if the innocent victim was but a child - nobody deserved that fate, certainly not an innocent. Whatever this illness was that was plaguing Helovia, it needed to be found and destroyed. It was the cruellest of demons, to rob someone of their own self-control and mutate their body into a twisted memento of its former self - it was wrong. "Poor thing," she murmured. She imagined the poor child's mother, lamenting for the creature her offspring had become - it was disgusting, abhorrent, and the silver mare made up her mind to do everything in her power to help those who had been taken. She knew it was no easy task to take one of them down, when they could infect at a moment's notice - she remembered feeling no pain, only unbridled hatred and a desire to drag down any who she could set her blackened eyes on.

She frowned as Mauja cut off mid-sentence, leaving an enigmatic 'I wonder' hanging in the air. He seemed distracted, absent, and she watched him with thinly-veiled curiosity. He spoke, and she conceded his words made sense - she would not distinguish between friend or foe when it came to removing the curse from them. They had one common enemy, now; racial and herd differences must be set aside in the pursuit of healing, in the quest for the returning of the light. "I'll help anybody, Mauja, it doesn't matter who they are." She looked back to her egg, idly wondering what would happen to it if, in her quest to help un-wraith others, she was re-infected herself. Would it perish, or would somebody else arise to help it survive?

He asked of the pool and she shook her head, feeling stupid. She had been rather too preoccupied with being unconscious to notice where she was. "There was a flickering light, and these...images, engraved on the walls." It was about all she could remember from the fuzzy haze of memories as she awoke, sane and decidedly not-rotting. "I could probably take you there," she said, sounding rather uncertain - she might get lost and wander the caves for eternity, but they were the risks one took. "You have to knock the wraith out, or overpower it. That's really not easy, as I can testify." Her inability to feel pain or empathy whilst zombified had made her nigh on invincible - it had been pure luck that she had fallen and hit her head.


Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.



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