the Rift


[OPEN] Don't let go - you got the music in you

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#1
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


It felt like an eternity since last she had seen him. It couldn't have been of course, she hadn't lost her vibrant colors and her bones did not creak when she stood as would happen when she was elder, like her grand sire. Even so, the inability to keep track of time down here made everything seem achingly slow. The drip, drip, drip of moisture off the cave walls was the sound of the stars clicking in the sky as they revolved around, time spinning effortlessly out of control.

"STOP!" she screamed at the offending slab of rock, racing past it with an abrupt wildness that caused her shoulder to brush it heavily with her haste. Images of Oxy's jeering laughter and his imprisoned Ampere wriggled back into her mind, fueling her panic so that her blood was molten hot with fury and need.

Ampere needed fresh air. Like a miniature train she galloped up the pathway of the sanctuary, weaving through the masses of bodies and just hoping and praying to gods she didn't believe in that cave opening was clear of milling bodies. It usually was unless a horse was hyperventilating like she was - no one wanted to watch the world sag into despair, so they usually kept clear of the window to outside.

Thankfully it was clear now. Like a gasping fish Ampere thrust her head out, muzzle quivering as she gulped down the sour, acrid air of the consumed land that had been home not too long ago.
The longer she stood there, able to see the sky amid patches of foul smog, the more her body relaxed, but the faster her heart thumped in her chest. "Why is this happening?" she wondered aloud, a trace of anger lining her tone. Ampere had not even thought to realize that in some small way this is what she had wanted. The world was transforming was it not? She'd hated the way it had been before, where the strong bullied the weak, and now? Now they were just all weak, bullied by those, those things. This wasn't anything like what she had wanted.

With a sigh she pulled her head backside and slouched against the nearest wall. Its cool touch prickled against her hide, but it was nothing compared to the feelings budding in her chest, convoluted and chaotic. She felt so powerless and hated the darkness for that.
Meanwhile nobody new had come down for a while and she still hadn't seen Mesec. "Where are you?" Ampere whispered, hoping he had not been infected.


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Sacre Posts: 274
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
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#2

Sacre watched with a perplexed expression as a girl, older than himself, was talking out loud to no one in particular and getting quite angry about it. In one sense it was strange and the boy was beginning to wonder whether he should leave her to it, after all, it was the rock's fault not his. Though the more he watched her the more and more he became amused, struggling to stifle his sniggers as she walked back from gulping down the air from outside to stand, rather unladylike like, against the wall. She seemed to whisper something, but the boy didn't quite catch it and for a while he stood there, waiting to see if she'd do anything else. Her little performance, coupled with her striking appearance made the boy stand fast in hopes for a little more entertainment from the mare who accessorized with feathers. Perhaps this was what days of confinement did to horses, he himself had started talking to the arrow woven in his tail, as if it were his brother. The days were long, dark and strange.

Deciding that bite the bullet, Sacre came forward from the corner he'd been standing in, aiming to stand in her line of sight, carefully placing his smooth, pale treasure behind his sooty forelegs. Head raising to try and catch the electric blue of the odd winged mare who liked to shout at inanimate objects as if they could argue back. "Uhrm..." He faltered for a moment, swallowing as his mind went blank and he didn't really know why exactly he'd approached her. Maybe it was because she had made him laugh and it had been a while since he'd laughed.

"Are you okay?" Stupid question! It fell from his maw before he had time to stop it, scepticism lacing his voice with naked honesty as he looked at her with wide eyes. The boy inwardly scolded himself, knowing on impulse he'd just given away that he'd been watching her and now he wished he'd just stayed in his corner, but he couldn't help himself. No, silly Sacre; he should have left her scolding rocks.
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#3
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


Hooves whispered unnoticed over the cool stone of her prison as Sacre came forward. Distracted as she was with her self pity she hardly paid any mind to the going ons around her, the blue of her eyes staring at the small window to the outside world with a glassy distance to them. She was searching for something out there - freedom, hope, answers, Mesec...

"Uhrm"

The voice was drowned by the click, click, clack of the stars pivoting, the sound of time wasting away into darkness.

"Are you okay?"

Okay?
Okay?

Okay?

Okay?


Ampere arose as if from a dream, and for that her anger was palatable at being woken. The first to turn was her gaze, the striking blue rolling to the edge of her eye socket where she beheld the foal in all his youthful awkwardness. The next to shift was her head, its speed alarming as it whipped around on the length of her neck, dislodging the unruly order of her mane into a different unruly slope. She did not move after that though, not even her feathers stirred. Instead Ampere continued to hang on the wall, her back legs spread and her front ones crossed, almost drunken in a way.

She did not say anything for a moment, just offered Sacre a long and hard stare. Perhaps her lips twitched a time of two, but her gaze held steady and cold. "What if I'm not?" she asked at long last, the question surprisingly calm and lighthearted. So much so she even began to crack a grin, though the mirth did not touch her eyes which made it seem weirdly disconnected and almost mad.

"What would you do, if I'm not okay?" she asked again, her tone rising though, the words of someone in disbelief. "None of us are OKAY!" she hollered suddenly, all her feathers abruptly bursting into twice their size. Her head snaked back around, an audible click whistling through the cave's air as her teeth set together sharply. "None of us are okay," she said again, softer, almost sobbing, as her feathers all settled back against each other, sleek and smooth.

"Are you okay kid?"



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Sacre Posts: 274
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#4

Silence loudly set over the atmosphere, it loomed in the air and made him shuffle his hooves uncomfortably as curious eyes glanced over her striking wings and interesting blue hues. Perhaps she didn't hear him or her silence was a way of saying get lost, he wasn't sure if he should say something else or move on. However, as if sudden recognition had dawned on her, the mare stirred and intense blue eyes turned in his direction. Her stare was unnerving, his confidence buckling and forcing his own gaze downwards; what was her problem? First she didn't acknowledge him at all and now she looked upon him like a freezing blizzard. Who knew what strange, convoluted mind was behind that stare, in that moment she reminded him of his own father, suffocating in presence.

Lips twitched and she spoke for the first time, her voice surprisingly lighter than he imagined, but her words were like a build up to a crescendo. He stood dumbly, swallowing in fear as her voice gained height and her expression turned into a strange kind of twisted smile. The belle's voice reached it's loudest and Sacre winced his eyes shut, cursing inwardly for his foolish curiosity. Her voice seemed all the more worse for their location, a cramped cave where sound seemed to bounce off the walls. Sacre carefully reopened his eyes as the mare became quieter, her feathers falling back after puffing up so scarily, an image that would stay with the colt for a long time. She addressed him with softness, speaking a heart wrenching truth. It was a silly question to ask, though the boy wasn't quite expecting that reaction. Was this the sign of someone who had cracked from confinement?

He remained in shocked silence for a minute, the seconds ticking by with excruciating slowness until the colt finally managed to find his voice again and that fool hardy courage that took him into sticky situations. I was is what he wanted to answer, now he wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing, his mind was spinning that fast. "No, but... It can't get any worse than this." His voice trembled, hating himself for his inability to find courage and conviction, wishing Roux was by his side to give him more confidence. He'd seen the wraiths that stalked about outside, they were the two foals he'd once called friend, even now his heart twisted at the thought of that awful memory. Was the land really crawling with them? "It has to get better."

Sacre had places to go, dreams to fulfil, friends and family to check on. Didn't this mare have that? Or was she always this alone? He didn't know what he would or could do if she wasn't okay, his warm heart would have tried to find a way, but part of him wondered if she'd even appreciate or want him to try.

"I didn't mean to offend, you just looked... Lonely." He mumbled his good intentions, not really wanting to ignite that ferocity he'd seen in her earlier, he never knew mares could be this scary.
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Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
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#5
In time she grows bored, as children are wont to do, and ventures out again from the depths of the chasm to the lip of the world, the great room called sanctuary which she has begun to think of as tomb. In the absence of time the tick of her heartbeats has grown immeasurable in length, marking off a progression of seconds that mean nothing but stretch into eternity, encompass the youthful mind in a gauzy sash of scratchy silk, sets an itch in the back of her mind that the stagnant caverns can no longer fill. Besides, she is healed now, and in her renewed (if not well-nourished) body grows a need, an aching hunger to go back and find the ones who she left behind, to conquer, to save.

Restless she strides through the winding world, gold-dipped legs throwing clouds of dust. A flicker of flame in the dim lit stone, firedancer flows through vacant space, inspecting the cracks left behind by despair. The stone in her mane casts light into shadow, and she follows the beam, black eyes aching for a taste of motion, a familiar face. So many strangers lurk under the ground, an army of faceless, shapeless forms, and so few bear names that mean something to the girl. Where is Semira? Kaj? Where are Amaris and Hototo, the few she might call friend? Where is--

Sacre?

She recognizes the scent before the mumble, and her body moves before her mind, pushing her muscles into a hurried, awkward prance, half trot and half walk and entirely graceless, tight with dizzying nerves. It is not until she rounds the corner and spots his form, black with red in the entrance of the cave, that she pauses, and a wave of uncertainty crashes down upon her back, liquid paralysis dancing spirals down her spine. Unbidden, thoughts rise to the surface of the lake- what of the last time they met? Does he loathe her? Will he forgive her, for failing Lace? Are they friends? Should she loathe him? Who is the girl with him, and why does it make her crinkle with a brittle, sour envy to see them together, an unreasonable sense of writhing dislike that she is in the boy's good grace, that she can be cared for, that he likes her more?

Will he leave her, cast her back to being alone?

The electric blue mare crackles and snaps with the flavor of charred earth, smells of storms and a rising wind as Tandavi makes her bold approach, eyes held tight to avoid betraying the whirl of emotion which pulls at her heart. She can feel the magic that sits beneath the black mare's flesh, just as she can sense the acrid pull of Sacre's power; it soothes her somewhat, tells her a secret that lends her strength. From the bloodied side of the red-horned colt she makes her approach, gold-slashed face held high in defense. A flicker, a pause, a moment of release - you looked lonely, he says to the mare, and filly feels a pang of guilt as hurried emotions escape her eyes, to be locked back in a moment passed. She has become lost, again, within herself; and in the re-gained safety of her armored resolve, she wraps up her insecurity, blankets them beneath her resolve to save them all.

"We can make it better," the filly declares, although what exactly is bothering the mare she does not know- she can only assume that it is the world at large, the oppression of fear which has taken their lives. She stops beside Sacre but looks at the mare, carefully keeping her gaze from the boy as his scent fills her nostrils and her heart skips, confused. He is a problem she knows not how to solve, a hope she can't trust and a response she can't control. The mare is concrete, her distress clear- a princess for Tavi the Dancer to save, not an enigma with strength in her thoughts. Focus is safe when it's left on the mare, and Tandavi rests it there, quietly willing the ball of emotion which has settled in her stomach to just go away.

[ @[Ampere], @[Sacre]. Sorry for the wait D: ]


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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#6
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


He reacts in a way she does not expect, and for that she is at a loss. Although the world is full of so many that are different, most retain some thread of similarity that binds them, some modicum of predictability that Ampere has held onto in her turbulent life choices, even if she's not aware of it. The loud markings she bears is nothing compared to that of her voice, and ever less to her actions, all of which culminate in a desperate cry that says, notice me! She pushes because it makes everyone else push back - a fight is at least a way to touch, to engage, to have for that moment in time, undivided attention and regard. She thrives on it like a plant on water, but she is a stray bolt of lightning that needs a storm.

A bewildered expression crosses her features easily as the colt grows quiet and contemplative. Ampere feels at once guilty, which is decidedly less pleasant of an experience than that which battle brings. Why couldn't he have just bristled in defense and thrown a kick at her instead? She at least knew how to handle that.

Annoyance quickly set in as Ampere continued to try the only she knew - to push him away. He was making her uncomfortable and she did not like it. Her ears hugged her poll, a downward movement that extended to the draw of her lips. "Trust me, it could still get worse," she muttered cynically and turned away from him, her wings readjusting so he'd be unable to see most of her as well. Yet still he persisted, full of a certain naive hope that seemed inevitable with youth, though perhaps it was just his personality - wasn't she much the same, given the certain conditions?

He was easy enough to shrug off, even if it was a different kind of fight than the one she liked, or at least he was until the last phrase left his lips.
...you just looked, lonely...

Instantly the hard shell that contained Ampere splintered. Her head turned back around, blue peering over the black from of her wings and in that motion the rest of her exterior fell away into shambles. The lines of her face softened and pooled with a palpable grief and it was all she could do not to sob like a fool before him. She was quiet for a bit, warring with herself and the tide that had swept her away internally. "Is it so obvious?" she managed to whisper, the sound like a strangled choke that swept out with an underlying fear. If he could see it, then who else?

Thankfully the appearance of Tandavi provided a much needed transition off the topic of Ampere and her noticeable loneliness, like a birthmark she'd never seen but had shined on her ass since birth. An ear flicked forward at the sound of hoof falls clicking off the stone, the sunburnt maiden appearing from the depths like the golden beacon in this unlit hell. Ampere blinked, her lashes working to rid her of the humility and the terror that rested in the wrinkles of her irises, polluting the clear hue. This was another child, and like Sacre she held hope in her breast still and spread its warmth with her tongue. Ampere wanted to resist, to tell them they were being childish in thinking this would pass so easily, but she hadn't the mindset to after being so exposed. Perhaps there was some truth to be had from them, if only she could look beyond their years, as if she were so old herself.

"How?" she asked, quiet and hesitant, as if the answer were one she was not entirely ready for.


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Dalibor Posts: 48
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 9 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
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#7
DALIBOR
I am someone to hate


The fiery Pegasus had followed Africa out of the Threshold and into a fucking nightmare. In such a short time, this land had gone dark, dead, infected with blackness and evil. Dalibor wasn’t overly perturbed; chaos was normal and entropy always won in the end – but hadn’t it moved a little quickly? Now they were all underground, trying to fend of these…wraiths, infected bags of walking sickness.

Should just kill them, he thought, but no. Most wanted to try to find a way to heal them. To bring them back. They were fucking monsters! Yes, let’s wait, keep them at foreleg’s length, until either they infect us, or we figure out how to cure them – or we can’t and never could and we kill them. The stocky stallion shook his head. Fools, the lot of them. Compassion had little place in a time such as this. Not if everyone wanted the largest numbers to survive.

Annoyed by all the hopeful, naïve talking, Dalibor chose to wander off from the main cavern in the hopes of being alone. Step after step passed and as the silence became more enveloping, he felt more at peace – until, “We’ll make it better.”

What the fuck. Who was this fool? Someone he’d never seen before, he mused from his vantage point. There were two others. One he recognized. Ampere. The alluringly psychotic lightning bitch with the fine ass. Interesting. Two children and an adult who acted no better. The last was more dangerous than the first two, Dalibor thought with annoyance. Ampere queried how one might make this situation better, and in his annoyance will all of this idiotic positivity, the stallion stepped forward to enter the conversation – metaphorically speaking. He didn’t move, only opened his mouth.

“Yes, do tell me how we will make this better, wise little youngling,” his masculine voice purred, the subtle hint of sarcasm just enough to be cutting.



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[[OOC: I be thread crashing. >.> Sorry if this throws anyone off, but I'm trying to get Dalibor to do things, and here seemed a simple place to pick up, plus he knows Ampere a little. I hope it's okay!]]



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