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[OPEN] stay strong and bright

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
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#1
The reunion between mismatched siblings is joyous, intimate, and not do be shared. Let it only be said that they knew they would find each other again, on this day, at this place, at the base of the bridge to the sea and the gods. That the boy arrived first, a small dark dot in the early morning blaze, flames licking eagerly at his three thick tails, gold eyes bright as the rising sun. That he did not wait long before she came, a shining knight on the west horizon, the light woven in her mane casting a halo around her crown. That they came together in a flash of elation and fire and love. That they spoke then for hours, and did not speak for as long, and both knew at last that they were whole once more.

It is noon when their tone grows serious, and for the first time a cloud crosses the filly's face. "Lace?" she asks the kitsune, but she knows his answer before she asks. Her brother shakes his gold eyed head, ears falling marking plainly the sadness he feels. She shuts her onyx eyes, letting her forelock hide her pain, retreating into the safety of her mind. Sadness etches soft lines in her face, and for a minute she is the filly of a month ago, a week, broken and frail. What chance has she against the darkness of the world?

But further inspection reveals the truth- like metal tempered by flame she has changed, and now she glows with a ferocious passion. Where once she was skinny the girl is lean, laced with wiry muscle beneath her winter coat. Gone is the last of her baby fat, replaced with shallow lines and tight steps. The purple flower in her mane stays strong and bright, contrasting against the silver-gold braids, the feathered gold legs. Onyx eyes gleam eager and hard, still bright with childlike wonder but differently, now, tinted with an edge of anger and righteous rage. Little scars litter her knees, her face. Nay, she is not that broken filly- and as she opens her eyes the child fades, replaced by a young woman melted and reforged.

A smile crashes from behind the clouds, small, nearly gone, but very much there. Nothing can stop them now, Tandavi knows, now that they have found each other, and Natraj's soul sings agreement and pride. In their hours of discussion they have forged a plan, and armed with this they straighten, snouts pointed toward the island of gods. They shall talk to the Sun, for she has finished her quest, and ask for what Tandavi now knows she needs: the power to heal those she loves. Then they will find Lace, and save him, and find the blue mare she met in the caves, the chosen of the Sun God, and follow her home.

@[Sacre], open.


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Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#2
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow
</style>

Today Sacre journeyed to return something important. An item, a treasure loaned, by the Moon Goddess to him in the knowledge that he complete his quest in order to gain what it was he wanted. The ability to protect Roux when he needed him. However, on a strange yet joyous day an odd tree had gifted him the item he needed and now it nestled neatly in his tail. Not much long after, he had found Inari and Sacre had never felt so truly blessed in all his short life. There was just one more thing he needed to do and it lay at the top of this narrow path.

Inari jogged not too far ahead, his stubby child's legs not enough to take him out of sight and the stained colt watched him carefully for going too near the edge of the path. Slowly their friendship was blossoming, the cub beginning to show a more courageous side and Sacre often found himself on the verge of a heart attack every time the orange child did something wild or dangerous. It was hard to feed him and they travelled miles at a time just trying to find unoccupied nests to steal eggs for lunch. Sacre and Inari hadn't returned home in a long time and now and then the colt wondered if mother, father and Roux missed him. Had Roux gone back? His brother had always expressed a certain distaste towards their home and Sacre had always valued his freedom over the ominous mountains that trapped them in ice. Was it selfish of him to live how he wanted to? It was something that pained the boy, but he couldn't live any other way these days, he didn't want to be cold any more and that was that.

Returning to the present of climbing to find a God, Sacre's eyes widened as he noticed a familiar golden form and the sooty outline of a fox that could only be called Natraj. Tandavi! A bright smile spread across his once thoughtful features and he rushed forwards to greet her, Inari hanging back a little at his bondeds side whilst nervously eyeing the fox with three tails! The cub looked at his own small, white tipped tail with a forlorn look of disappointment and shock. Life could be cruel even to the innocent.

"Tandavi! Tandavi!" He shouted happily, falling to a halt somewhere in front of her. "What are you doing here?" He beamed, it had been a while since he'd seen a familiar face and the joy was clear on his dark features that lit up like fire in the night.

@[Tandavi]

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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
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#3
She does not expect him - she never does, and as such he is always a bright surprise, the crimson-stroked boy who weaves in and out of her life, never far from her thoughts and always near to her heart. If anyone is her friend, she sometimes thinks, it is Sacre... then she recalls that friends are a lacking commodity, and reigns in her enthusiasm to a reasonable glow. Still, it is hard for her to suppress the grin that follows her shock at his voice, the elated surprise that lights up her eyes as she turns to her name, ears lifting high at its sound on his lips.

She does not expect him, but is happy he is here, a happiness lined with grey trepidation at the memory of their meeting that day in the Heart. So long ago, yet never resolved, her wrath and his confusion and the explosive small sun. She thinks on it and her bright grin falters, gold ear flicking back as she wonders if he is still mad- she's not, though the idea that her friend (that word, again. What does it mean? Is it even the right one?) should so loather her mother leaves an uneasy coil in the base of her heart.

But her hesitancy cannot last in the face of Natraj's joy, and bright curiosity at the small orange fox. Unnoticed before, the girl turns down at her brother's short yip, widening her gaze at the sight of the one-tailed companion who lingers at Sacre's side. She does not remember the boy having a companion, not even when they met in the caves, and the newly born fox breaks through her defenses, ushering out a gentle smile from behind the turbulent gold-slashed mask. "Don't frighten him, Raj," the girl suggests, a rarely-heard laugh in frantic pursuit. The kitsune's tails drop to half-mast, incapable in his current state to completely fall (and perhaps a bit proud of how many he has). He has never met another fox, another like him- he yaps again, a sharp, warm greeting, sniffing at the kit that will soon double his size.

Tandavi looks back to the boy, black eyes wide with childlike wonder. "He's beautiful, Sacre!" she murmurs low. "Where- how did you find him? What's his name? Did you save him from the Dark?" The questions pepper the air without a pause; more than she would ever say on a normal day, they bubble out in an alto hum as her eyes, unafraid, search his brilliant, bluebell gaze. She draws back up, braids falling in her eyes, and as she recalls his early question a cloud falls on her once more. She frowns slightly, her flaming fervor growing dim. "We came to find the Sun," she tells him quietly. "To ask his help in saving Lace."

Her eyes dart away, then return to him, sudden hope rising in her chest. Will he help her? He is strong, and brave, and if not her friend than certainly Lace's. And he has magic- she can smell it on him, though she knows not what it is, only that it tickles her nose in a black pepper way, and glows a dark maroon.

@[Sacre]

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Edit to tag @[Random Event] for quest return. Tandavi's looking for the Sun God, Sacre for Moon.

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Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#4
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow
</style>

Sacre had always been a happy child and maybe time would change that like it had changed his perception of certain ideas. A little tougher around the shoulders and a tiny morsel smarter to make up for his foolish bravado; an inch more a stallion and never a normality. He was happy in the company of friends even when he was slightly unsure inside, which was very much, like now. He never really understood exactly where he stood with Tandavi, they were friends certainly in the boy's mind, but she was... Tricky? Sacre couldn't decide if that was the word for it, but it anything, she made him feel uncertain of himself and take more care with what he said as if one false step could set off a whirlwind he couldn't stop. Certainly, above anything else, Sacre knew he didn't quite understand her and that was okay in his view. It just meant that poor Tandavi was an endless pool of curiosity for a boy who thrived on his own meddling.

A little less eager was a fox named Inari who was still pining over his poorer circumstances of his dire predicament that the male before him bared more rudders than himself. Beautiful fluffy ones at that. Slowly he unfurls his cubs body from Sacre's side and quite nervously twitches his one fuzzy end with a return baby-like yip of 'hello'. Pleasantries aside his burnt black bonded smiles down at him broadly, his red coloured knife that protrudes from his head slowly growing longer and more like a usable weapon, before he returned to Tandavi and her questions. "He hatched from an egg I found in the caves that had been left all alone in a dark corner." He looked sadly once at his fox and remembered the way his heart bled to give whatever was inside it a friend. The boy had been even more surprised when it hatched! "I named him Inari." Because that's what you are he thought fondly as he returned back to Tandavi's coal gaze and Inari quivered his miserable one tail once more in response to his name being said aloud.

The topic changed back to the earlier questions he asked and Sacre took in the information, face contorting into shock and worry at the mention of Lace. "What's happened to Lace? The darkness didn't claim him did it?!" The boy shuddered as he remembered the turning of Deodat in the Basin and he never did manage to find out if the good soldier had been cured of his illness. His face a little more downcast now, Sacre put his face down to the floor and Inari pulled the flower from the knots in his ever growing mane. It seemed they were on the similar business of God hunting. "I've come to find the Moon to thank and return this to her." He nudged the red flower once before raising his head back to normal height and the gaze of Tandavi.

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[note to admin; Sacre is returning the flower given to him in quest drop #11. He was supposed to quest for the red arrow in his tail, however, in the giving tree event he was gifted this item therefore his quest is a little invalid D: The only thing I have on my wishlist for him atm is light related magic and idk if im allowed to quest for this instead as it was initially a moon drop. Any decision I respect, Sacre just wants to return thee flower :D]

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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
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
#5
The girl's quiet discontent cannot be phased by her brother's rising glee; indeed, the small fox is quelled by it, fire doused by the sudden gloom. It sits at the base of her stomach, in her eyes, and waits for some ill guest to stir it into action, a raging swell of fury and fear. It is with a somber nod and a steely eye that she answer's Sacre's questioning concern, the arc of her lips now a grim and unforgiving line. He does not offer to help her, and though she did not expect him to take up knight's mantle, she cannot help the disappointed dim when the promise of aid does not come. She chides herself, eyes closed briefly against the burn of unwanted tears- it is not his fight, not his fault: it is yours. Why should another fight your battles?

Natraj chirps questioningly at her feet; she lowers her head to him in attempt to hide the bitter anguish in her eyes, and so it is with surprise that she looks up to find Sacre not far away, long red blade pointed dangerously at her maw. For a moment they are unbearably close, and she can smell his breath and the warmth of his skin- for a moment her sorrow is not only for a lack of brotherhood, but a lack of something she cannot name, a desire to touch the boy - the young man, really - in the soft spot beneath his lip. She raises up abruptly, heat burning unexpected and confused in her copper cheeks, heart pounding irregularly with the shock of something foreign and new. She is grateful for his attention on the orange fox, and steps back a pace while he speaks, eyes passing distractedly over the red flower as her mind flutters anxiously to find escape.

She does not enjoy emotion.

She is thankful for Natraj, and his endless curiosity and good grace. The kitsune sits at proper attention, oblivious to his sister's new distress, caught up in his fascination with the red flower and the one-tailed fox. At Sacre's declaration of intent the shadow jumps up, yipping his excitement at the prospect of a joint venture to meet the gods. He has yet to meet the Moon, despite Her standing as their mother's patron god; eagerly he turns to the girl, who starts from her thoughts at his inquiring bark. We go up? he asks her, bright- What? she answers, blinking out of her mind.

A moment's deliberation, and the fox-child wins. Firechild turns back to her friend(?), head held high and eyes refusing to meet his. "Raj says we should go together," she informs the bloodstained boy. He is not given time to respond before she turns away, long legs striking out against the rocky trail, lava reflecting on the copper coat as she schools her mind and stills her face, wondering glumly if she has further doomed any chance she had of moving Sacre from companion to full-blown friend

[ @[Sacre] sorry for the wait, life's been crazy <3 ]

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@[Random Event] Tandavi's four quest requirements:
Be burned.
Burn someone.
Be healed.
Heal someone.

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o. permission granted to use force and magic on Tavi
o. only tag me in opening posts, please!


Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
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#6
Though a god did not visit, their presence was obvious. A dancing orb of darkness fighting light, tangling over each other, bounced toward Tandavi, laughing and crying in unison. It was a violation of nature, two, opposite powers in one, and in an instant, it took a leap at her chest. The orb disappeared within her skin and fused with her body. She had earned her quest, but now she would have to deal with the consequences of her choices.

The returned flower has disappeared. In thanks, a bloom appears on a broken shrine.


[[ Tandavi has received her upgrade and Sacre's flower has been returned!

Magic restrictions have become: [Restrictions | Can remember only 3 magical abilities at a time; in battle, she can only steal and use another magic once per post]]


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